Walkers, Demons and Angels, Oh My
Summary:
Corwin Singer only had three things to do:
Step One, find her surrogate brothers.
Step Two, figure out what the hell is making the dead become the Undead and stop it.
Step Three, take a damn vacation.
After she somehow gets this damn kid back to her mama, of course. Now if only the group of misfits would let her be.
Author's Note:
This is a Walking Dead/Supernatural crossover. Really, these are the only shows I watch regularly and I find myself wanting to see how this story progresses. I do not own anything other than the plot to this story and my original characters; Corwin and Kerrigan. This is set during Season Three-TWD and an AU after Season Seven-SPN. Corwin and Kerrigan both are connected to the SPN world, and are friends, despite the major underlying concern about their friendship (that's for future chapters). I promise, we will see familiar faces in future chapters.
Chapter Summary: Sophia is rescued by two strange women, one that seems oddly adapt at slaying Walkers.
Chapter One
Worlds Collide
Her limbs burn as she races through the woods, tears staining her red cheeks as Sophia's crystal blue eyes brighten with fear. Brushing her blonde hair out of her face, she struggles to push her body further, hearing the shuffling, dragging footsteps following after her and the low inhuman growls, Sophia fought back the terror pounding in her heart. Her little feet moves her as quick as possible and even she knows her energy is slowly weakening. A yelp escapes her as she stumbles into a small clearing, the toe of her shoe catching on a tree root raised out of the ground. Sprawled out on the dirt-covered ground, Sophia struggles to her feet, using the tree as leverage as she pulls her body upright. An almost-silent thud sounds behind the small girl, her shoulders tensing as she whirls around, her lips parting as her throat tightens, the scream only mere moments away from escaping her.
A single finger-less gloved hand claps over her mouth and Sophia all but chokes on the built up tension as calm, blue-grey eyes stare down into her own. The round, feminine face is marked with Walker blood, some of it smeered across the woman's cheek, and Sophia wonders when the last time the woman washed, her skin dark and dingy with dirt and grime. The thick black braid hanging over the woman's shoulders seemed to be endless, stopping at the middle of her stomach. Her denim jeans were well-worn and Sophia noticed a missing patch at her left knee, despite the lean-fit design and it looked as though the woman's black-and-blue flannel t-shirt wasn't any better, the entire right sleeve missing. As the woman calmly drops her hand from Sophia's mouth, the young blonde can only nod when she motions for Sophia to remain quiet before pointing up. Following the direction, Sophia's eyes widen at the sight of a pretty brunette waving down at her from a thick tree branch. A tap on her shoulder pulls Sophia's attention back to the woman standing in front of her and the small girl watches when the woman laces her fingers together, the palms of her hands facing upward before an easy pantomime of a boost up to the tree branch registers in Sophia's mind. Nodding slowly, Sophia presses her right foot into the woman's interlocked hands and fights off the yelp as she is launched into the air, a pair of firm hands grabbing her by her upper arms before she is settled on the branch.
A familiar growl pulls Sophia's attention from the brunette, who motions for her to remain silent, and her blue eyes take in the easy demeanor of the woman below as she turns to face the incoming Walkers. A machete is brandished in one hand as the woman removes the hatchet strapped to her back with the other. An odd sense of familiarity fills Sophia as the dark-haired woman quickly buries the hatchet into the skull of a Walker, only to leave it in the Walker's head as it drops to the ground as she turns and brings the machete clean through the neck of a second Walker that stumbled out after the first. The woman wastes no time in slamming the heel of her boot into the decapitated head and Sophia hears a quick, low whistle sound from beside her. Surprises fills the young teen when the brunette next to her drops a machete, the woman below catching it with ease before removing it from its sheath. As two more Walkers shuffle into the clearing, Sophia tries not to gag as one blade pierces through the head of one, the woman quickly maneuvering around as the second machete slices through the top-half of the second Walker's cranium. As three more Walkers enter the clearing, obviously following the noises, Sophia watches this one woman work tirelessly and methodically as she makes quick work of two. Wondering where the third one went, Sophia lets out a yelp at the sight of the growling creature pawing at the trunk of the tree she sat on. A sickening squelch and thump sounds as the hatchet splits through the back of the Walker's head, pinning the dead Undead to the tree.
"Clear," the woman down below calls out after a moment and Sophia jumps at the voice; an odd voice that seemed to be a mix between soft-airy and femininely husky, as if the gravely undertone is naturally calm and soft spoken.
Before Sophia can blink, she is dropped out of the tree, the woman below catching her with ease. As the adrenaline leaves the young girl, her emotions overflow and she curls into her savior's chest as her sobs trembled through her body. All she wants is her Mama. All she wants is to be back with Mama, and Mr. Grimes and everyone else. Realizing that she could have died, or worse, Sophia clutches to the woman as her sobs become muffled by the woman's shirt.
"Shh...c'mon, Sweetheart," the woman holding her coos gently, a hand gently rubbing her back, "There no time for all this fuss. We gotta get out of here. There's a cabin not too far from here. Rest up for the night and we'll figure out what to do in the morning, alright, Sugar?"
Sophia chokes back her sobs, pulling back from the woman only to peer into sympathetic blue-grey eyes, "M'sorry."
"Don't be, Sugar. Do ya think you can walk?" Sophia shakes her head, feeling the numb tingles and slight burn along her thighs and calf muscles, "Alright."
Seeing the woman turn around in her crouched position, Sophia realizes she's offering a 'piggy-back' ride, "Won't I be too heavy, ma'am?"
A snort comes from the brunette, who drops down from the tree branch, a bag thrown over her shoulder, but the woman kneeling in front of Sophia lets out an airy chuckle, "After dealin' with my brothers? Sugar, you'd be as light as a feather. C'mon. We ain't got much daylight left."
Climbing onto the woman's back, Sophia is surprised with the ease of the woman's movements as she begins their trek through the woods, her friend taking up the rear as protection and to cover their tracks. After a few quiet moments, Sophia bites the inside of her cheek.
"Who are you?" Sophia asks softly.
"M'name's Corwin, but people normally call me Cor, or Corey," the woman carrying her nods her head toward the beautiful brunette, "That'd be Kerrigan. She's kinda..." Corwin taps the side of her temple playfully, "Well...let's just say, she ain't all right up there. Good person to have on your side when it counts, just happens to have a lot of moral dilemmas. What about yourself, Sugar?"
"Oh? M'name's Sophia," Sophia murmurs gently, not used to such attention, "You're really good at fightin' off Walkers. Are you a hunter too?"
"Depends on the season," Corwin responds lightly, earning a soft cackle from the brunette behind them. "You wanna tell me why you're out in the woods by yourself?"
Sophia launches into the story of how she got lost, chased and separated from her Mama and her group. Corwin asks about the group and Sophia does her best to describe the people. She tells the two women about how her friend, Carl, got his Daddy back when their group came back from scavaging Atlanta. She tells them about Dale and Andrea and how they lost Amy and even her own Daddy (though she wasn't sure she missed him a whole lot). She tells them about the Dixon brothers; how scary Merle was and how Daryl always hunted in the woods to get food for the camp.
"What about you?" Sophia asks.
"It's just me and Kerrigan," Corwin replies somberly, "My dad died before the outbreak and I needed to take a vacation, get away from my reality. My brothers didn't like it too much, we had already been through so much as it were. I needed it, though. Lost my Mama when I was a kid, and my dad was the only parent I had. M'actually trying to get back to 'em."
"Aren't you scared they'd be...y'know," Sophia's question trails off with insinuation.
Both women laugh, Kerrigan this time speaking up for the first time, "Are ya' kiddin'? Those brothers of hers are too damn stubborn and far too damn lucky to die at the hands of these things."
Sophia perks up at the odd accent, something European, British sounding to her (though she wouldn't really know the difference), "Where are they?"
"Not really sure," Corwin sighs, shifting Sophia's weight slightly, "They're probably raising Hell tryin' to find me."
Kerrigan snickers again, but Sophia rests her cheek against the back of Corwin's shoulder, "Will you tell me about them?"
Corwin sighs deeply this time before nodding her head, "Alright. Dean's got the older-protective brother thing going on. Snarky, stubborn and has a real issue with authority and people telling him what he should do," Sophia giggles, musing over how her brother sounds a lot like Daryl Dixon, "He's loyal though. Stubbornly so. He's determined and protective. He'd do anything for family; go to Hell and back if it meant saving them," Sophia glances over at Kerrigan's amused snort, the woman's soft-brown eyes bemused, "Sam's the sympathetic one, always trying to help people. Sometimes, he goes about it the wrong way, has gotten himself in serious trouble on more than one occasion. Even when he was at his lowest, he'd still do anything to protect his family; even if it meant throwing himself in the proverbial frying pan."
A moment of silence follows, only to be broken by Kerrigan, "Ye' seem to be forgettin' a certain Holy Tax Accountant."
Sophia's eyebrows crinkle at the words, but Corwin lets out a small chuckle, "I know. Just trying to figure out how to explain him. He's...a bit of an enigma, as it were," Another sigh leaves the ebony-haired woman, but she nods slowly, "Cas is...probably the strange one. Socially inept and horribly naive that sometimes it's downright adorable. He's just as loyal, willing to do anything, if it means to protect us. He's...kinda like an old soul trapped in the body of a middle-aged man. Wise beyond his physical years. He's saved me and my brothers from a lot of sticky situations," Corwin turns her head, catching Sophia's eyes and a small, odd smile forms on the woman's pale-pink lips, "We like to think of him as our guardian angel."
Kerrigan's hearty laughter follows them as they break into another clearing, a ram-shackled cabin greeting the three of them. Sophia instantly notices the black 'muscle' car parked in front of the cabin, her eyes ghosting over the cursive silver word 'Chevelle' printed along the hood of the trunk. Kerrigan moves past the two of them, entering the house cautiously before calling out a simple 'clear'. Sophia is finally placed on her feet after Corwin clears the front door and listens as Corwin explains the old house runs on a generator and they only use power for the water pump for the shower upstairs and the stove. Hearing the word shower, Sophia's somber blue eyes brighten before she is lead to the upstairs bathroom.
"Sugar?" A gentle knock sounds on the door, Sophia calling out after wrapping the slightly stained (but clean) towel around her body. Corwin pokes her head in through the door and offers her a gentle smile, "Kerrigan found some clothes that might fit ya. House belong to a family of four. They're not girl clothes, but..."
Sophia smiles at the woman, shaking her head, "Thank you, Miss Corwin. I can't thank you enough."
Corwin shifts her weight slightly before handing over the bundle of clothes, "Just Corwin, if ya don't mind," Sophia blinks when Corwin ruffles her hair gently, "Another thing, ya don't need to be thanking me. I ain't saving your life for no reason other than it's a life worth savin'. M'Pops woulda skinned me seven different ways from Sunday if I didn't save ya. It's kinda...a family trait, savin' people that can't do it themselves. Now get dressed and come downstairs. Kerrigan got dinner ready. Hope ya like stew."
Dinner that night had never tasted so good. The silence was comfortable, Sophia looking over the stark differences between the two women. While Corwin was shorter and more on the slim side, even Sophia could see the definition of lean muscles; much different than the full hour-glass figure Kerrigan seems to have. Kerrigan's complexion seems a natural pale shade and flawless, while Corwin seemed to have spent a lot of time in sunlight, the golden tan skin decorated with faint scars and tattoos. Corwin seems to keep her long hair in the braid pulled over her shoulder, while Kerrigan's chin-length brown hair remains wild and untamed in a rather methodical and beautiful way. Corwin's pale-pink lips seem slightly chapped where as Kerrigan's naturally red lips are full. Kerrigan seemed to be the conventional beauty most women strive for, where as Corwin seemed comfortable in her average appearance.
Smiling to herself, Sophia wonders if the two women will stay with her group when she gets back. She liked to think these two women would be a great addition to the group.
Author's Note: Alright, so that is the first chapter and hopefully the beginning to this story. I posted this on TWD fandom page because it will contain more Walking Dead characters than Supernatural, but like I said in my introduction we will be seeing familiar faces from SPN in future chapters. This might grow into a Daryl/OC story, although I'm not sure just yet. Before things become confusing, Corwin is Bobby and Karen Singer's daughter. She is a Hunter. She isn't blood related to the Winchesters or Cas, but like in both of these shows, family is more than just blood, so she will always see them as her 'brothers'.
Please leave a review and let me know what you think so far. The chapters will vary in length, as each chapter is supposed to surround a certain moment and I'm not going to fill chapters with boring nonsense. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!