Since The Walking Dead doesn't return until... about Halloween, let this little zombie!AU fill your blood lust.
SPOILER? (God help the Governor's two lackies who dared to brave a car ride with him after the Prison scene.)

The fever was making everything hazy. Three Alfreds hovered over Matthew as he lay on the ground. He couldn't feel his feet or his legs or his arms. His breathing was labored and wet. He coughed blood and mucus and phlegm and black… goo.

It hurt everywhere and nowhere. He was cold and on fire. He was there and not.

"Shh, shh, shh, Mattie. It's okay. You'll be okay." Alfred was wiping his forehead with a rag, Matthew could just make out. "Shh, shh." It felt as if it were raining.

He could hear Arthur talking and someone else. Francis, maybe. It had to be.

"Mon petit. Oh, dear baby, Matthew."

Matthew smiled as best he could at the sound of his Papa's voice.

"There's a good lad," Arthur murmured. He pet Matthew's soft hair softly, gently. "A good lad."

"A-Alfie?" His brother's name hurt him to say. He coughed up more blood and slime and goo and his stomach churned, contemplating whether or not to spill its meager contents.

"Yeah? I'm here, Mattie. It's okay. You'll be okay."Alfred's hand was on his cheek. It felt good. It wasn't hot nor was it cold. It felt just right.

"I was bit."

Alfred choked up. "B-But it's gonna be alright. You'll pull through. You'll feel right as rain in the morning and we'll go fishing like I promised." His words were strained and his face was twisted up and ugly.

"It hurts…"

"Shh, shh, Mattie."

"Don't waste your energy, lapin. Rest."

"The fever will break soon."

Matthew shifted his head to the left so he could see Arthur and Papa. The room was full of them.

He was slightly green. Veins were beginning to surface and his eyes were blood-shot. His soft hair was thinning quickly, everything was happening quickly.

"I l—" He hacked out some more goo and blood. "—ve you…"

The raining picked up again and Alfred said, "I love you to, Mattie." He ran the rag over his forehead again and down his neck and over his chest and over something that twinged painfully.

Matthew shut his eyes for just a moment.