Day 6: Crossover!AU
Title: The Walking Dead
Rating: M for violence and gore, oh and a little somethin' somethin' called sex.
Word Count: 5,016
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Summary: The zombie apocalypse has reached Ohio while Quinn was in a coma from her car accident and it's up to her to reunite with her friends.
Okay so someone guessed it right and it only seemed to fit that this is my favorite show next to Glee, not even 2 Broke Girls could make me believe otherwise. Anyway, thank you for the few reviews on the last submission. It was different and originally was going to be a set of non-conventional firsts for their daughter. Like first time walking in them going at it; parents ALWAYS go through that with their children and no one try to tell me otherwise. Anyway, so I'm glad I turned it in to the way I did because of the powerful message I tried to possess in it (the original idea was going to have that in there regardless). With that said, this is Day 6 and it's a tad long and pretty much revamped to my style without dragging on too far. Tomorrow is the last day of Quinntana Week (sad days) it's been a fun road, BUT I'm not done.
With that, look out for a story called Gravity. It comes out tomorrow and will be part of my Free day, so it won't be in here. So alert me or what not; the link will be posted on Tumblr either way and it'll probably be placed under General (for multiple emotions) and the rating will be T. I'm rambling now, anyway the characters are obviously Santana and Quinn, till tomorrow guys enjoy this and if it's not your cup of tea (or coffee) I'm sorry. This is the only note I'm doing, so yeah again thank you for the journey and enjoy.
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Lima Ohio. Or what is left of it. It's a small town with a very low population and while the citizen seem to be the older generation that just never had the heart to leave, they're now forced against their will to do so or simply are left to walk among the ones who have already scatter their remains on the soil.
Quinn Fabray awakes in the hospital. After being hit by a truck on her way to one of her best friend's wedding; it felt more real that things were never going to be the same. As she steps out of bed, the room is quiet—the hospital is silent and she's seen enough ER and Grey's Anatomy to know that is not normal.
She limps to the door of her room and peers outside. Her eyes gawk at the halls burning fire and equipment scattered on the floor. She gulps and sees two people leaning above a man in scrubs. She looks more closely and as they pull up she sees flesh—the man on the floor's flesh in their mouths.
She gasps and one of them turn, making instant eye contact with her and she quickly slams her hospital door shut, placing a chair in front of the door to prevent that—thing access. She looks around the room and feels the cramping feeling of the four walls.
Bang! Bang!
She jumps at the sound and sees the door moving furiously as the other side is almost being ransacked—she's trapped. She runs her hand through her hair and pulls the IV and tubing out of her body, wincing as she does so.
"Ah!" She shrieks, letting small droplets of her blood hit the tile. She turns to the window and opens the blinds. Finally taking in her surrounding town and it's absolutely deserted and as she watches some people running and cars obviously having crashed from something—the world was going to hell.
Bang! Bang! Argh!
She turns around and sees arms pushing their way through the door—just a few more and she'll be done for. So she gulps and pushes the window opened, thankful that the hospital is one story and incredibly tiny. She steps out of it, shutting the window firmly shut, locking away the two walkers.
Her feet hit the grass and it's cool to the skin as she limps around the area. She's lost and doesn't know where to start—where to begin to look for survival. She has no weaponry, no clothes or shoes; she really is at a loss.
She steps on the pavement and begins walking to her house, hoping possibly to find at least something to wear so she's no longer walking in a hospital gown. She pans her vision from left to right as she looks around at this world around her—this isn't real, she has to tell herself.
She picks up her pace as she finds her block and slides her way into the house. She doesn't bother calling for her mother, hoping she made it out safely. Wherever safety is—whatever this is. She opens the closet door and searches through the clothes, some skirts, some bright colors—clothes that would make her stand out and she didn't want that.
She pushes her way into the back of her closet and pulls out her old clothing from her Skanks phase and puts them on, knowing she'll be able to move better and stand out less. She never admitted this, but she actually missed dressing like this—it made her feel more badass and under these circumstances, badassery is necessary.
She checks herself over, placing the bandana around her head and walks into what used to be her parents room and opened the night table draw to pull out her father's gun for safety. He left it there so they could have it for protection. She checks the rounds and sees it's fully loaded—never having to use it and finds the extra ammunition.
She places it in her pocket and quickly walks out of the room and down the stairs, grabbing any food they could possibly have. She packs in her school backpack after taking all the papers out that she'll probably never need again. She goes to the garage and doesn't see her mother's car in it—she got out, she thinks and shuts the door, stepping out of her house to the deserted streets.
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She walks to McKinley and finds herself able to push through the soreness in her leg to the point where she doesn't even notice it hurts anymore. She steps on the grounds and suddenly hears the screeching of tires. She leans down and hides behind a bush and sees someone with a baseball bat swinging at random walkers.
"Britt keep it steady!" A female voice yells, smacking the metal bat into a walker's face. "Woo!" she cheers and slides back inside the window.
Quinn steps out, noticing that voice instantly and decides to walk over to the now stalled car; probably trying to figure out their next move. She steps over the bodies and as she gets closer, she hears heavy breathing and the same voice from before.
"We need to check the hospital. We can't leave her there," It's Santana—and she's talking about her, who else is in the hospital?
"What if it's like school? We can't risk it, plus the rest of the guys didn't go check," Brittany says and Quinn kneels down to make sure she wasn't going to be noticed.
"When the hell did you get like this Britt? I know you wouldn't have left Quinn before, why are you doing it now?" Santana asks in disbelief and Brittany just looks away from Santana, out the windshield.
"When the world turned into this," she says, opening her arms to the obvious scene before them. "My outlook as to change—the world isn't what it used to be or what I thought it was; now I have to realize it's this way and sometimes you leave people you love behind," she explains and Santana shakes her head and slams her fist into the dashboard.
"That's bullshit Brittany and you know it!" She yells furiously and Brittany looks at her confused.
"Why are you becoming so heroic to Quinn anyway? Are you so upset because I ended things? Is that why you're at my throat? You think Quinn could fill that void or something. Santana things haven't been right between us since her accident and you know it," Brittany asks and narrows her eyes to challenge the other girl. Santana scoffs at the intimidation because it's useless now—Brittany has no power over her at this moment, like the blonde said—things change and apparently so do people.
As Quinn hears this, she wonders just how long she has been out. Before the accident, they were this happy couple and so in love, and now—they're fighting; at each other's throats it seems and Quinn couldn't grasp it. And what void is Brittany even talking about? Things weren't right between them since her accident? That doesn't make sense to her and it's way too overwhelming to think about. She really hated being so lost and out of the loop of this.
She feels herself get grabbed and she turns around to see a walker, she pushes it off with her foot and grunts at the strength of it. She struggles under its weight and pulls the handgun out of her pocket, fiddling with it until finally landing a single bullet to the head. It falls on her and she gasps, breathing heavily.
"Quinn?" She looks up and sees Santana staring out of the window down at the girl, before stepping out of the car, pushing the dead body off her. She pulls Quinn up and wraps her arms around her securely, caught off guard Quinn returns it and buries her face into Santana's neck, never feeling safer.
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The drive to where the rest of their friends was silent. All three girls well aware of what had been said and though no one spoke of it afterwards, Brittany and Santana were sure if Quinn was by the car she had to have heard their words. They were sure Quinn was pretty confused about everything that has transpired—even they are still pretty lost, but to wake up to what used to be a normal world after being in a coma, well it just takes everything.
Brittany turns the corner and heads up a deserted dirt road and kicks the engine off as they come to a stop at a campsite. They step out and Tina spots them, calling the rest of the group.
"Oh my God, Quinn!" She yells, running over to her and hugging her. Quinn smiles at her, happy that someone was glad she was okay. Not that Santana wasn't when she realized she was okay, but it was different—she couldn't pinpoint why, but the way she clutched on to her so tightly, she knew something was wrong.
Brittany just looks on as everyone takes in Quinn's presences. It wasn't that she wasn't happy she was safe, but she felt strangely guilty; that perhaps Santana may have been right—that they should have gone back and tried to find her. Quinn was lucky and a survivor in multiple aspects; she didn't need anyone.
Quinn takes in her friends' faces and realizes some of them are missing. "Where's Finn and Mr. Shue—and Sam…Rachel?" She turns around in place, perhaps she side glanced them or something. Puck looks down at his feet and kicks the dirt, capturing his bottom lip in between his teeth as everyone else looks away sympathetic.
"Finn and Rachel tried to leave. We knew they were packing, so when we found them—it was too late. Finn turned after he had been bitten and by the time we found Rachel, she had a bite to the neck. She was bleeding too much and we knew she'd suffer the same fate; she told us to kill her—we had no choice," Blaine says as he rubs Kurt's back comfortingly. Her chest restricted at the thought of them having to kill Rachel—and Finn, but Rachel. She's harmless and to think they felt some form of danger, keeping her alive.
She felt sick to her stomach, finding a rock and taking a seat. She takes deep breaths and releases them as she felt soft hands caress her shoulders, before the owner of them leaned down in front of her.
"It's okay," Santana breaths out and Quinn shakes her head furiously, tears stinging the corners of her eyes.
"The world is a fucking mess," she breaths out and Santana takes her hands in hers, nodding in agreement.
"Yes, but it's survival. We can make it; you're so strong for getting out of there before I could go back, you're so brave for tackling it all on your own and finding us all by yourself. If anyone is surviving this thing, it's you," she encourages and Quinn tries not to think about the closeness of her friend and the fact that everyone else is looking on, like they know something she doesn't. Brittany is turned away and walking over towards one of the tents.
Quinn nods and Santana gives her a reassuring smile, before getting up from her spot and directing the rest of the group. "Let's all find something for dinner, before it gets dark," she instructs and Quinn tosses her backpack to the floor.
"I brought food from my kitchen. Can goods that don't really need to be cooked if they don't have to be," she says and Santana turns around and nods, opening the backpack to throw a can to each person around the group. She holds one out to Quinn and she shakes her head, getting up and walking away from the camp and down to the creek.
Apparently people were washing their clothes prior to her arrival since she sees wet fabrics on the rocks, waiting to dry. She looks out at the still sound and sighs, pulling her shirt off and pulls her skirt down, untying her boots, placing them on the side, before stepping into the water and standing there for a moment of clarity.
She sighs deeply—the water warm to the skin as she trails her fingertips over the surface, letting ripples run over. As she does this, the sun begins to set and she feels arms wrap around her. She stiffens, but the soft touches and caresses along her bruised abs—she knows who it is.
"What's going on?" Quinn whispers as she feels full lips come in contact with her shoulder blade, up her neck as goose bumps arise on her skin.
"I think I confused my feelings for the wrong blonde," she replies and Quinn feels her body relax, when her back comes in contact with a bare torso. She turns around and faces the owner of it. "I thought you died," she runs her fingers through the messy blonde locks and leans in to kiss her collarbone.
Feeling Santana's lips on different parts of her body sends a tingling sensation down her spine. As unfamiliar as this feeling is, it feels so right having her there in front of her, expressing herself so freely.
"Why now?" Quinn asks curiously and Santana licks her lips, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth.
"The world is turning to shit. I said that if I found you again, I'd act on my—feelings. They're still hard for me, but I'm trying," Santana breaths out and Quinn continues watching her curiously. Santana feels like she's under scrutiny as Quinn examines her with her eyes. She feels the nerves in the pit of her stomach and when Quinn leans in and captures her lips with her own it's like the world is right, even if it really isn't.
Quinn trails her tongue over Santana's bottom lip and she grants access, letting it trail wherever it may. She moans into the kiss and feels a familiar sensation pooling when Quinn guides her hands down to Santana's thighs, pulling her up to wrap her legs around her waist. Santana gasps at the strength of the blonde as she guides them behind the large rock in the shallow creek, holding Santana against it. She guides her lips down Santana's neck and sucks on her pulse point.
Santana runs her nails down Quinn's back, moaning out and arches her back into the girl. Quinn lowers her hands down to the waistband of Santana's panties, sliding them down swiftly to her ankles. She runs her fingertips over the skin of her inner thighs as Santana pants from Quinn's actions. Quinn attaches her lips back to Santana's running a finger along the folds, enticing a groan from Santana. She rubs her thumb on her clit, before slipping two fingers into the brunette.
Santana moans into her mouth, detaching them as Quinn starts to push her fingers deeper into her. She pants as Quinn gets more forceful with her. She bites down on the exposed skin of Quinn neck, forcing a groan from the blonde.
"Quinn," she moans louder, pulling at the short hair as Quinn thrusts faster, running her thumb over the nub once again. "Oh God," she groans, screwing her eyes shut, when the girl hits the right spot.
Quinn makes sure to hit that spot with each new thrust, sending Santana over the edge. She helps her ride out her orgasm as Santana collapses on top of Quinn, who still has her up against the rock. They're both breathing heavily and Santana pushes her face off Quinn's bare shoulder, leaning back in to kiss her passionately.
"I want you," she whispers into the kiss, ready to pull Quinn's panties down, but Quinn stops her.
"Tonight—when everyone's asleep," she tells her and Santana smiles, nodding, knowing that Quinn may not be comfortable with the idea of them being open with everyone else—especially Brittany.
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It's been months and while everyone else is convinced this is the end, Quinn has to take charge of the group. She's learned to be the leader—all those years of being a Cheerio paid off, but she bet that Sue Sylvester never prepared for this; or maybe she did because Sue always had an imaginative mind.
They've managed to reach the highway, thankful to stock up on more supplies as they are running low. Keeping on moving forward, it seems like even the most unlikely of people have grown stronger. Santana remains close to Quinn, taking the role of second in charge, knowing Quinn could use the help—plus they have special perks. While everyone else is well aware of what is transpiring between them, nobody has asked about them. It's not like they're dating—can't anyway during this time.
Brittany didn't seem to care either, having Artie and she rekindled whatever that something they had was. Santana was happy for the nerd and Brittany, but she hoped that the world would return to its normal status, for their sake and hers and Quinn's.
"We need more cars," Puck says and they all agree, knowing Brittany's Rav4 isn't cutting it. Santana looks around at all the deserted cars and nudges Quinn and points to some relatively small, but big SUVs and Quinn nods. Santana walks through the abandoned cars and pops the door open and pulls the starter's wires out and begins to hotwire it, licking her lips in concentration. She finally hears the car rev up and she throws a thumbs up to them, smirking.
Puck pops a car open, thankful that the keys are still the ignition and Kurt runs up to them with a set of knives.
"Holy shit, where did you get that?" Blaine asks his boyfriend and he shrugs.
"One of the trucks, it could be useful," he says and Quinn takes one of the blades out. It looks like the blade Jason from Friday the 13th carried and Quinn look at him impressed, before placing it back in its slot.
"Definitely useful," she replies as they pile up in the cars. Quinn hops in the front of the one Santana hotwired and Santana gets in the passenger side. They begin driving off on the grass to get around the cars and up the road.
"Where we heading?" Santana asks, holding Quinn's hand on the armrest and Quinn shrugs.
"I don't know, wherever is safe—secluded," she mumbles and turns on a dirt road, driving past a few walkers that hit the doors, but neither one of them are fazed—couldn't say the same for the rest of the group.
They continue driving and stop in front of a farm. They hop out of the cars and examine the surrounding area. It was still pretty active—their guesses that there could be survivors still. They walk through the gates and out comes a man and a young girl, probably a little bit older than them.
"You're alive?" He says in his southern drawl and they nod.
Quinn steps forward. "Yes sir—we have nowhere to go, would it be perhaps alright if we stayed on your land? We won't step foot in the house, but it seems like your land is the safest of Ohio," The man looks her over and at the rest of the group. They're kids—high school students, what kind of Christian would he be if he turned these kids away?
He nods. "Very well and you're allowed in the house when I give you all permission," he says and she nods.
"Yes thank you sir," she tells him politely, noticing the cross around her neck. He nods sadly at her, before walking back inside.
His daughter stays out a little while longer and smiles over in Puck's direction. "I'm Maggie Greene. My father Hershel," she points back to the older man and they all introduce themselves to her and Puck—for once has nothing to say.
"And you in the Mohawk?" She asks and he looks up.
He clears his throat. "Oh uh—Noah Puckerman, but I go by Puck," he shrugs and they all look at him with wide eyes since he never once introduces himself with his full name. Maggie just smiles and nods nicely.
"Yeah well, y'all just make yourselves at home," she says and walks back inside and Puck continues to watch on at where Maggie once stood.
Mike nudges him out of his daze to get him to help set up camp.
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Quinn and Santana lay in their tent, with their arms wrapped around one another. Quinn leans in and kisses Santana's forehead tenderly. "We got so lucky finding the Greene's farm," she whispers to Santana, who hums tiredly with her eyes narrowed about ready to close.
"I know people are curious about us," she says and Santana sighs deeply, snuggling closer to Quinn's side and runs her hand over her abdomen.
"It's not their business," she yawns and Quinn continues to look up at the cloth tent and she nods, knowing Santana's right. But even so, she's not sure what they are either. They sleep together and act like a couple. It's obvious something is there between them, but nothing can be officially established for the simple fact that they can't be a normal couple.
"Guys!" Mike pops their tent opened in fear and Quinn props herself up and looks at him, as a now wide awake Santana looks at him the same way. "We're in trouble! Come on now!" He says as they slip out of the tent.
He points out at the far horizon to show an entire herd of walkers coming their way. Their eyes widen in shock. "Oh my God," Santana whispers and they quickly warn the rest of the group to get up.
Quinn gets pants on and runs up to the house, knocking on the door quickly, opening the door of the house. "Hershel! Maggie! Guys walkers coming this way!" She yells, running up the stairs, busting doors open and alerting all the occupants of the house.
She busts Maggie's door open and she quickly awakes and Quinn's eyes widen when she sees Puck in there with Maggie. She clears her throat and turns away, running back down the stairs and steps out of the house.
"Quinn!" Santana yells as they all back up as the crowd continues to get closer. Quinn runs up to Santana and grabs her hand, pulling her towards the barn. The push it open and run up to the top as they examine the crowd. It's massive and they knew not everyone will make it out of here safe.
"Mike! Get us some rifles and other guns," Quinn calls to him and he nods, frantically rummaging through the weapons. He tosses them up to them and they quickly begin to aim at the crowd. It's so dark that it's almost impossible to see clearly.
Quinn sets up her first mark and shoots.
Bang!
It hits the first one as she sets up for the next one.
Bang!
Santana hits her mark and Quinn looks over at her, watching her looking through the viewfinder. She concentrates again and aims again.
Bang!
She hits another one as they make their way on the land. Mike quickly hands out the rest of the guns, getting in the car with Tina, instructing her to drive while he shoots. Brittany gets in to her car and Artie begins shooting away at the targets—thankful for his Halo marathons.
As they all continue shooting away, Quinn gets ready to set up her next mark.
Click.
"Shit," she breaths out. "I'm out," she tells Santana, tossing the rifle to the side, pulling her handgun out and stepping down from their place on the barn.
"Wait, wait! Where are you going?" Santana says and Quinn looks back up at her and gives her pleading eyes to stay with her.
"I can't get good shots from up here. I have to help these people," she says and Santana stops her again, before pulling her back up to her, kissing her hard on the lips.
"Tell me you're going to be back," she says and Quinn just looks at her, before hopping the rest of the way down, not wanting to promise something she may not be able to keep.
She runs along the grass as walkers come up to her, shooting them square in the face. By the house, Hershel is using his shotgun to shoot some, while Puck pulls Maggie into one of the cars. She drives while he uses the metal bat to hit them.
The cars circle the land doing what they can to eliminate them. And as Mercedes runs with Kurt, a walker comes and grabs Kurt by the waist, taking a giant chunk out of his neck.
"Ah! No!" She cries, holding his hand tighter as she loses her grasp on him.
"Let go Cedes! Go!" He yells out in pain as others tackle him. She reluctantly lets go and runs away from the scene as Maggie pulls over and lets her inside, having seen the scene.
"Blaine is going to be devastated," she says softly and in utter shock to them.
Quinn runs up to Hershel and pulls him with her. "Sir we have to go. There's way too many of them and we'll only waste our ammunition if we keep doing this," she tells him breathing heavily.
"I grew up on this farm. I will die here," he tells her and she just shakes her head, shooting walkers with him as they get too close for comfort.
"Santana! Come on!" Brittany yells from the car and Santana looks down as she sees she has pulled over to the side, while Artie continues shooting. She slides down and quickly gets into the backseat, lowering the window on the same side as Artie and begins shooting with her handgun.
"Wait wait. What about Quinn?" Santana asks and Brittany quickly speeds off and points to the house. A crowd of ten walkers and two people shooting off ranges at the herd.
"There," she says and Santana looks over at Hershel and Quinn, knowing there are way too many for them.
"We have to get them Britt," she says and Brittany shakes her head.
"I can't. There's way too many of them and Quinn wouldn't want me to do that," she says, pulling away as Artie turns to them.
"We have to get off the farm. Everyone will know we have to make it back to the highway, we have to go," he says and Brittany nods hard, driving off the farm much to Santana's protests. She watches the farm, while the rest of the cars continue to circle and over at the house where she continues to see the flashes off the guns being fired.
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They park on the highway and Brittany looks over at Artie, guilty. He looks away out the window as the sun peaks over the horizon. Santana sits there with worry and sadness, hoping for Quinn to be safe. She needed her to be okay.
"We did the right thing," Artie says and Santana shakes her head.
"Artie's right San. You told her yourself, she's a survivor and was able to find us on her own. She'll make it through this," Brittany encourages as Santana continues to look outside her window. She feels anger pooling in her underbelly, but also fear.
She's not one to be scared easily and this whole situation doesn't scare her, but having Quinn out there. Watching her walk away and not having her promise to come back to her, it scared the living shit out of her.
Headlights turn up and Santana looks and sees Maggie pull up and the occupants step out, which are Puck and Mercedes. Brittany steps out as Artie just opens his door so he can hear them as they get closer. Santana steps out and they all look at each other.
"Anyone see my dad?" Maggie asks and they shrug, hoping nothing happened to the man. He was nothing, but kind to them and they hoped for her sake he survived.
More headlights pull up and out comes Mike and Tina with Blaine. Santana's heart sinks when she sees them come out and no Hershel and Quinn. She feels tears sting her eyes and she looks away from them as she hears Blaine asking where Kurt is and Mercedes explain what had happened. He sinks to the ground and sobs uncontrollably.
She furiously wipes her tears away as she hears an engine. She turns her head curiously and sees a motorcycle rolling up with a man on the front and a girl on the back. Her mouth drops as does Maggie's as they run up to the automobile.
"Daddy where did you get this?" She asks in shock and he chuckles softly.
"Well darlin' there's a lot of things you do not know about me," he says, pulling her into him for a hug. Quinn hops off the motorcycle and runs up to Santana the rest of the half, wrapping her arms around the girl, kissing her hard on the lips, tugging her closer.
"I thought you died," Santana whispers into her as Quinn buries her face into her neck, kissing her neck.
"You should know by now I'm immortal," she jests slightly as Santana continues to just hold her close. Not wanting this moment to end, but good things must come to an end. Now it's back to reality. Back to fighting for survival.