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 Two/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: Corwin focuses on keeping Carol and T-Dog safe. Problem is, Corwin is taking Daryl's words to heart. As the trio get caught in a sticky situation, a sacrifice is made that may just break her heart.

Chapter Eleven
Another One Bites The Dust

Taking the wing Rick insisted, Corwin lets T-Dog take the lead as she cautiously takes the rear, both her and the black man silently agreeing to keep Carol safe with a single glance. Hearing T-Dog grunt as he pulls his machete out of a Walker's skull, Corwin sees a hand gesture from the man that pulls her from the back of the line. As he motions for her to look around the corner of the hallway, her stern gaze takes in the ten Walkers aimlessly roaming the 'common' area, which looked like it used to be the communal area for when inmates are out of their cells and don't wish to venture outside. Leaning back, she motions for them to keep it quiet as she turns to face them.

"We go in together, back-to-back. No one breaks the triangle, understood? We keep each other covered and push them back down the opposing hallway. T-Dog, ya still have the chain to bind the door?" T-Dog nods at her soft whisper, "Alright. Let's gank these sons a bitches."

Moving into the room, she feels Carol's back adjacent to her own, the woman's left shoulder pressing against her right, T-Dog's right shoulder only a breath away from her left. Reaching behind her, she removes her hatchet and twirls it expertly before the curve of the throwing ax slices through a Walker's throat, it's head lobbing across the ground. Hearing grunts from her companions mix with the hungry growls of the Walkers, Corwin keeps decapitating and dismembering Walkers with the familiar grace each Hunter earns through training. Getting to the opposing door, Corwin reaches back and taps T-Dog's shoulder for him to switch places with her. As the black man binds the doors shut, she hears a subtle squeak of fear from Carol and turns away from the freshly lobotomized Walker, pulling her serrated knife from its eye socket.

"Christo," she mutters softly at the sight of Walker spilling into the room from the only way out.

The fighting continues and she can feel the weariness of her company. She can't lose these people. She promised Rick she'd get them back alive, and Corwin Singer never goes back on her word. She has to get Carol back to her daughter. She has to get T-Dog back to Rick and Daryl, the third man Rick relies on the most. Spying a supply closet, her mind shifts with several plans. They could get in and hope the Walkers don't break through the door. Nodding her head curtly to herself, she realizes what she has to do.

"Carol. T. To my left there's a supply closet. Get there. It will act as protection until the others come looking," Corwin instructs sternly.

As they move through the room, never breaking their positions, Corwin hears Carol pull the door open and whisper that it's open. T-Dog's hesitation causes Corwin to quickly glance over her shoulder, only to see that there's only enough room for one more person. Instinctively, Corwin knew it would come to this. It always does. A sacrifice. T-Dog's mouth opens and before he can say a word, Corwin rushes at the large man and slams her shoulder into his side, forcing him across the threshold. Slamming the door shut, she turns on point and slams her hatchet into the top of a Walker's skull, only to decapitate a second one. Taking the small moment, she settles the dead Walkers against the door, barring it shot with their bodies and allowing the scent of death and decay override the scents of the two living people inside the room.

Turning back, she twirls her hatchet again, removing the machete from its sheath. Seeing the small horde of Walkers, Corwin raises her eyes to the ceiling, Cas, if ya can hear me, I may not make it outta this one. If I don't, make sure ya get to Sam and Ri. Make sure they don't kill each other. If ya can hear this, I want ya to know I forgive ya, Cas. Never blamed ya in the first place. Keep them safe. I love ya, Feathers.

Her eyes drop back to the Walkers and her posture tenses, eyebrows narrowing as her gaze hardens. She's a protector. She's a Huntress. She's going to do whatever it takes to protect the pair inside the closet.

Daryl and Rick arrive at the meeting point after having chained up the barrier between the B-Block and C-Block. Seeing Sam and Glenn approaching from one end and the demon-woman and Maggie approaching from the opposite, Daryl sighs in relief. He watches as Sam and Kerrigan share a glance before the two turn the sights toward the wing leading to the A-Block. The hall Corwin, Carol and T-Dog were supposed to clear out. Scuffing footprints echo down the hall and the entire group tenses as a blood coated hand grips the door frame, only for a familiar face to appear out of the shadows, the blackened-blood of the Walkers staining every inch of her pale skin.

"Corey!" Sam shouts as the woman stumbles further into the area, her eyes unfocused and she lets out a grunt as her knees collapse.

Daryl moved before he could stop himself, his arms looping around her waist and a pained hiss leaves her lips, "Where's the others?" Daryl demands, his distrust screaming at him that she offered them up to save herself, his hands move to grip her shoulders tightly, "Where the hell they at, Corwin? Y'leave 'em t'die so y'could get back t'yer family?"

A flash of pain and anger flickers through steel-blue eyes and a solid punch catches him in the stomach, only followed by a boot-clad foot connecting with the expanse of his chest cavity sending him on his back. His resounding anger dissipates when Sam carefully allows her to lean on him, her entire body shuddering. Sam's voice asks the same question softly and Corwin drops her gaze to the floor.

"I left 'em," Corwin pauses as she takes a deep breath, ignoring the spark of anger forming around the group, "...I left 'em in a supply closet. Barred the door shut with two dead Walkers to throw 'em off. I...I had t'lead 'em away," Daryl's heart thumps loudly in his ears as he notices her words slurring together. "I promised 'em, S-Sammy. I promised I would protect 'em an' I did. I'm sorry," Corwin's eyes burn hot with tears as she meets her brother's gaze, "I..I'm really, really sorry, Sammy."

"Sorry for what? Corey? C'mon, stay awake. You might be concussed," Sam murmurs, tapping her cheek.

Corwin's eyes flutter open and she slowly pulls out of her brother's gasp. She doesn't want to. She doesn't want him to. Looking around at all the faces, she finds Daryl's and swallows thickly as her body shudders again. Her arm is on fire and the damn twinge in her ankle just won't go away.

"We sealed off the entrance from A-Block. We were cornered. I...I forced 'em t'take cover," Corwin's eyes flinch when Sam and Kerrigan both pale, their eyes widening. The confusion written on the faces staring at her, "I promise...they safe. No one's gonna get 'em. I...I made sure to lead 'em away."

"No!" Sam shouts, his head shaking as his fists tighten, "W-what am I supposed to tell them?"

"The truth," Daryl's eyes widen, wondering if she meant the whole truth, "Tell 'em both t-that I saved lives like I always do." Daryl's eyebrows knit together before shooting up in surprise when Corwin removes the amulet from her neck and hands it to Sam, "Tell 'em I love 'em, yeah?" Daryl swallows thickly when her weary, unfocused gaze turns to him, "Would y'mind if y'did the honors?" A series of gasps fill the room when she tugs off her duster jacket, revealing the familiar bite mark along her forearm, "Please, Dare?" His eyes meet hers and he doesn't like the forgiveness bleeding from her passive features, "I don't want to make Sammy or Ri do it. I also don't trust anyone else t'have the honor."

Daryl nods, swallowing once again, his heart racing as Corwin drops to one knee, her eyes sliding shut and like always, a peaceful expression appears on her face. The same expression he's seen when she's praying. Her hand reaches beneath her blood-coated pant leg and she runs a finger over the sigils tattooed on her skin.

"M'comin' Pops, Ma," she murmurs gently and raises her eyes, meeting Sam and Kerrigan's gazes for the last time, "I love y'all. Keep each other safe, please. Sammy..." Sam drops his gaze, nodding his head as unspoken words commit to his memories.

Daryl inhales deeply as her eyes slide shut once more and he raises his crossbow, aiming between her eyebrows. This isn't what he wanted. He never had a chance to say sorry. He doesn't want to do this, but remembering her words, he knows this is something he can give her.

Peace.

Releasing his breath, he pulls the trigger.

Author's Note: Uh oh? What did I do? Don't worry, the next chapter will be longer ^_^