Sometimes a Married Sheriff Isn't a Bad Thing to Do in a Zombie Apocalypse
I Think The Choice Is Easy Between Lori Grimes And Katherine McKinney
Walkers growled and banged against the double doors at the front of the store as Katherine, Andrea and Rick walked around the room aimlessly to make sure that if any walkers got through, they’d be able to take them out with ease. Katherine was going through any clothes that she’d be able to stuff in the duffle bag she had found and take to Malachy as he had probably been in his uniform for the past three months. She had picked up a black tea dress with small yellow ducks printed over it and awed at how cute it was. She may have had a tough exterior but Katherine-March had a very soft side to her.
“Not your thing is it?” Rick’s voice came from her side, making Katherine look over the by the racks of clothes to see the Sheriff standing there with a small, adorable smile.
“Duckies are my favourite animal.” Katherine replied back with bright smile, fingering the material between her skinny fingers and pulled the dress against her and walked around the rack to show Rick her full body. “What do ye think?”
“It’s…nice.”
“’Nice’?” Katherine repeated, her smile deflating a little. “Don’cha like it, Sheriff?” She questioned coyly, taking the dress away and placing it back onto the rack. The way she called him ‘Sheriff’ made him lose it a bit. This woman was everything Lori wasn’t: full of life, impossibly beautiful, independent and takes no crap from anyone.
“Like I said: not your style, Katherine.”
“Yeah I guess. Once upon a time, I would have probably worn something like this when I was a kid. I had white jumper with loads of duckies on it that I had gotten from my boyfriend. I had to chuck it a few weeks ago.” Katherine admitted quietly, not too pleased with herself with throwing away something with such sentimental value that her almost-fiancée had gotten her.
“Did you lose him in this?” Rick questioned politely, not wanting to bring up memories that she was trying to suppress. He was a little disappointed, he wasn’t sure why.
“No, me and Abraham split up a long time ago. We stayed friends considerin’ he was besties wit my brother but he’ll always be a part of me life. I was with him a long time.” Katherine informed him as if they weren’t strangers with each other at all. Within the few hours of knowing each other, Katherine and Rick had defiantly warmed up. They would never have met if it wasn’t for the apocalypse and that made Katherine think about leaving him with this group if he decided to go with them.
“Did you…have a boyfriend anyway?” Rick sheepishly asked and Katherine let out an amused chuckle.
“Are ye askin’ if I’m single?”
“What?! No-Well yes, but no-“ Katherine went into a fit of giggles at Rick trying to defend himself, tripping over his words and nervously looking down at her.
“Oh, Rick, yer such a cutie.” She wiped underneath her eyes where tears had begun to form from not laughing in such a long time. The Sheriff’s cheeks darkened with crimson. “I am available fer anyone who wants one last ride in th’ apocalypse,” Katherine answered with a shrug, still smiling. “How long ye and th’ missus been married?”
‘All my life.'
“A long time.” Rick replied instead.
“Awh, true love. The day that I get married and settle down with a family will be th’ die that I die, Mr. Grimes.”
“And why is that?” Rick quizzed curiously.
“Because I’d rather die without children or a husband. Then I wouldn’t be afraid.” She confessed, giving a potent smile and scratched the back of her lengthy neck. “Ye understand, ye don’ wanna die and leave yer kid and yer wife te be on their own. I couldn’t leave me husband or me children.”
“I do understand.” He nodded honestly, watching her face become solemn and couldn’t help but get the boost to cheer her up. “Are ya honestly tellin’ me you don’t want to pass those good looks along?”
“Ha! Good looks? Ye must be jokin’, Officer.” Katherine genuinely laughed at Rick’s statement. “My children would hate me fer passin’ these lips along,” She gestured to her full, dark pinkish red lips that suited her square jaw and high cheek bones. “They’re smothering.”
“Well I think they’re-“ Beautiful? Ravishing? Exotic? Mind-blowing?
Kissable?
“They’re too big, that means they’re only good fer one thing.” Rick’s cheeks shaded down even further and Katherine smirked cheekily when he now started to try and look at everything apart from those lips. “Am I making ye blush, Sheriff?” She sauntered up to him seductively, biting her bottom lip whilst her eyes fixated on his. Rick cleared his throat uncomfortably, his eyes’ movement now coming to a stop and looked down at her. Rick could now see that Katherine’s eyes were not completely grey, but had small specks of green exploding around her iris and even smaller white dots that decorated the ring of her iris like stars.
He silently thanked God for making her so damn beautiful.
Rick knew what he was about to do was the worst idea since taking his eyes off the field when he got shot, but he wanted it. He needed it. Her lips needed to be against his at any cost, and when he was about to close the space between them, Katherine let out a laugh.
“Yer so easy te wind up, Rick. C’mon, we better go make sure that Andrea hasn’t shot herself by accident.” Katherine slipped away from his closed embrace, giving him a raucous smack on the ass as she walked away and Rick jumped in surprise, turning around and watching her swaying hips fall from his sight.
Katherine McKinney was a goddamn tease.
Rick followed Katherine, watching as she lifted herself to sit up on a counter and grabbed her back, unzipping it and taking a bottle of water to drink from. Rick’s eyes never tore away from her once. She was the lust and passion he wanted to feel since he was sixteen years old.
‘Get it together! You’re looking for your wife and son, remember?’
‘I can’t help it though, she’s more…more than Lori.'
‘You love Lori.'
‘We fight too much, we were going to split. Would it be wrong? She makes me feel…’
‘Feel things you shouldn’t. You’re married, she’s not interest.'
‘She might be.’
“Do ye want something te eat? I got a load of jerky in me bag.” Katherine pulled Rick out of his clouded, fighting internal thoughts and dangled a packet of beef jerky from where she was sitting. Rick approached her and took the packet, thanking her for her gracious offer. He forgot that he hadn’t eaten in almost a day. “Need yer strength, especially with that wound.”
“Good thing I’ve got you here.”
“Not fer much longer.” Katherine mumbled through the meat she had shoved into her mouth hungrily. “We get some gas and it’ll be back on the road, no more of this city shit, I left fer a reason.” Rick grew sad, not believing that Katherine was actually going to go back to Dermot without him and the group. Why didn’t she want to come back with them to their camp? It was safe as far they knew and she’d help defend it. Rick wasn’t sure he was ready to leave her yet. “I’m sorry.” Katherine saw his disappointment. “I’m looking fer someone and so are ye.”
'We want different things.'
Her voice echoed inside her mind with the long memory of Katherine breaking up with the man she was close to spending the rest of her life with.
Why did Rick remind her of Abraham Ford?
“Hey.” The familiar blonde piped up over the quietness between the two people and the loud roaring and growling of the walkers that stood outside the doors. “Sorry for the gun in your face.” She finally apologized to the policeman, her gun held in her hand and Rick shook his head, as if to say that there was no need.
“People do things when they're afraid.” Rick countered, brushing his hands down his pants and turned to the younger girl who was picking strips of jerky out of the packet on the counter. “Ain’t that right, Kathy?”
“I wouldn’t know, I’m not afraid.”
She lied.
“Not that it was entirely unjustified. You did get us into this.”
“If I recall, Merle Dixon was shootin’ that beauty into th’ crowd, those gunshots brought th’ rest.” Katherine reasoned, biting the top off the strip and groaning at the delicious, spicy taste. Rick tried to ignore her.
“If I get us out, would that make up for it?” He asked her and Andrea shook her head.
“No, but it'd be a start.” Rick smiled. Katherine watched the two of them in front of her. “Next time though, take the safety off. It won't shoot otherwise.” Andrea looked down at her gun and frowned at it.
“Is that yer gun?” Katherine questioned, finishing the rest of the jerky and observed Andrea’s surprised face that she was actually talking to her like an civil adult.
“It was a gift. Why?” Katherine gestured for Andrea to hand over the sleek metal and she did so, Katherine taking the pistol in her hand and showing her the button at the side and flicked it, making a red dot appear near the handle.
“Little red dot means it's ready to fire.” She started off and then pointed the gun, this time using both hands instead of just the one that she was so expertly with. “I’m guessing ye have never hit one so ye wanna hold it wit both hands, keep th’ weight balanced and ye squeeze th’ trigger, don’ pull it.” Katherine instructed step by step, showing her each movement before handing it back over to the quiet blonde who was still processing the information of Katherine teaching her properly. “Shouldn’ be too hard if ye listen.”
Andrea stared down at the gun that had been handed over to her.
“How do ye know-“
“I was a sniper-medic fer a year. Got some experience on my back wit guns over th’ years too but don’ get too cocky. Ye don’ wanna shoot yer brother in th’ shoulder on yer first try.” The McKinney sister laughed fondly at the memory, remembering how her brother had come close to tears at the shotgun wound that blew up the skin on his shoulder and Dermot had to take Katherine to his that week while her father calmed down from it. She and Malachy somehow found it absolutely hilarious.
“You shot your brother?” Rick gasped and Katherine nodded, smiling.
“Aye I did. He was showin’ me how te use a shotgun ‘cause I already knew how te use a revolver and how te handle th’ kickback. I thought I was ready and then I shot him. He swore te high heaven yet he couldn’t help but laugh away at how I almost killed him. Malachy was proud that I was able te pull th’ trigger after that.”
“Not your thing is it?” Rick’s voice came from her side, making Katherine look over the by the racks of clothes to see the Sheriff standing there with a small, adorable smile.
“Duckies are my favourite animal.” Katherine replied back with bright smile, fingering the material between her skinny fingers and pulled the dress against her and walked around the rack to show Rick her full body. “What do ye think?”
“It’s…nice.”
“’Nice’?” Katherine repeated, her smile deflating a little. “Don’cha like it, Sheriff?” She questioned coyly, taking the dress away and placing it back onto the rack. The way she called him ‘Sheriff’ made him lose it a bit. This woman was everything Lori wasn’t: full of life, impossibly beautiful, independent and takes no crap from anyone.
“Like I said: not your style, Katherine.”
“Yeah I guess. Once upon a time, I would have probably worn something like this when I was a kid. I had white jumper with loads of duckies on it that I had gotten from my boyfriend. I had to chuck it a few weeks ago.” Katherine admitted quietly, not too pleased with herself with throwing away something with such sentimental value that her almost-fiancée had gotten her.
“Did you lose him in this?” Rick questioned politely, not wanting to bring up memories that she was trying to suppress. He was a little disappointed, he wasn’t sure why.
“No, me and Abraham split up a long time ago. We stayed friends considerin’ he was besties wit my brother but he’ll always be a part of me life. I was with him a long time.” Katherine informed him as if they weren’t strangers with each other at all. Within the few hours of knowing each other, Katherine and Rick had defiantly warmed up. They would never have met if it wasn’t for the apocalypse and that made Katherine think about leaving him with this group if he decided to go with them.
“Did you…have a boyfriend anyway?” Rick sheepishly asked and Katherine let out an amused chuckle.
“Are ye askin’ if I’m single?”
“What?! No-Well yes, but no-“ Katherine went into a fit of giggles at Rick trying to defend himself, tripping over his words and nervously looking down at her.
“Oh, Rick, yer such a cutie.” She wiped underneath her eyes where tears had begun to form from not laughing in such a long time. The Sheriff’s cheeks darkened with crimson. “I am available fer anyone who wants one last ride in th’ apocalypse,” Katherine answered with a shrug, still smiling. “How long ye and th’ missus been married?”
‘All my life.'
“A long time.” Rick replied instead.
“Awh, true love. The day that I get married and settle down with a family will be th’ die that I die, Mr. Grimes.”
“And why is that?” Rick quizzed curiously.
“Because I’d rather die without children or a husband. Then I wouldn’t be afraid.” She confessed, giving a potent smile and scratched the back of her lengthy neck. “Ye understand, ye don’ wanna die and leave yer kid and yer wife te be on their own. I couldn’t leave me husband or me children.”
“I do understand.” He nodded honestly, watching her face become solemn and couldn’t help but get the boost to cheer her up. “Are ya honestly tellin’ me you don’t want to pass those good looks along?”
“Ha! Good looks? Ye must be jokin’, Officer.” Katherine genuinely laughed at Rick’s statement. “My children would hate me fer passin’ these lips along,” She gestured to her full, dark pinkish red lips that suited her square jaw and high cheek bones. “They’re smothering.”
“Well I think they’re-“ Beautiful? Ravishing? Exotic? Mind-blowing?
Kissable?
“They’re too big, that means they’re only good fer one thing.” Rick’s cheeks shaded down even further and Katherine smirked cheekily when he now started to try and look at everything apart from those lips. “Am I making ye blush, Sheriff?” She sauntered up to him seductively, biting her bottom lip whilst her eyes fixated on his. Rick cleared his throat uncomfortably, his eyes’ movement now coming to a stop and looked down at her. Rick could now see that Katherine’s eyes were not completely grey, but had small specks of green exploding around her iris and even smaller white dots that decorated the ring of her iris like stars.
He silently thanked God for making her so damn beautiful.
Rick knew what he was about to do was the worst idea since taking his eyes off the field when he got shot, but he wanted it. He needed it. Her lips needed to be against his at any cost, and when he was about to close the space between them, Katherine let out a laugh.
“Yer so easy te wind up, Rick. C’mon, we better go make sure that Andrea hasn’t shot herself by accident.” Katherine slipped away from his closed embrace, giving him a raucous smack on the ass as she walked away and Rick jumped in surprise, turning around and watching her swaying hips fall from his sight.
Katherine McKinney was a goddamn tease.
Rick followed Katherine, watching as she lifted herself to sit up on a counter and grabbed her back, unzipping it and taking a bottle of water to drink from. Rick’s eyes never tore away from her once. She was the lust and passion he wanted to feel since he was sixteen years old.
‘Get it together! You’re looking for your wife and son, remember?’
‘I can’t help it though, she’s more…more than Lori.'
‘You love Lori.'
‘We fight too much, we were going to split. Would it be wrong? She makes me feel…’
‘Feel things you shouldn’t. You’re married, she’s not interest.'
‘She might be.’
“Do ye want something te eat? I got a load of jerky in me bag.” Katherine pulled Rick out of his clouded, fighting internal thoughts and dangled a packet of beef jerky from where she was sitting. Rick approached her and took the packet, thanking her for her gracious offer. He forgot that he hadn’t eaten in almost a day. “Need yer strength, especially with that wound.”
“Good thing I’ve got you here.”
“Not fer much longer.” Katherine mumbled through the meat she had shoved into her mouth hungrily. “We get some gas and it’ll be back on the road, no more of this city shit, I left fer a reason.” Rick grew sad, not believing that Katherine was actually going to go back to Dermot without him and the group. Why didn’t she want to come back with them to their camp? It was safe as far they knew and she’d help defend it. Rick wasn’t sure he was ready to leave her yet. “I’m sorry.” Katherine saw his disappointment. “I’m looking fer someone and so are ye.”
'We want different things.'
Her voice echoed inside her mind with the long memory of Katherine breaking up with the man she was close to spending the rest of her life with.
Why did Rick remind her of Abraham Ford?
“Hey.” The familiar blonde piped up over the quietness between the two people and the loud roaring and growling of the walkers that stood outside the doors. “Sorry for the gun in your face.” She finally apologized to the policeman, her gun held in her hand and Rick shook his head, as if to say that there was no need.
“People do things when they're afraid.” Rick countered, brushing his hands down his pants and turned to the younger girl who was picking strips of jerky out of the packet on the counter. “Ain’t that right, Kathy?”
“I wouldn’t know, I’m not afraid.”
She lied.
“Not that it was entirely unjustified. You did get us into this.”
“If I recall, Merle Dixon was shootin’ that beauty into th’ crowd, those gunshots brought th’ rest.” Katherine reasoned, biting the top off the strip and groaning at the delicious, spicy taste. Rick tried to ignore her.
“If I get us out, would that make up for it?” He asked her and Andrea shook her head.
“No, but it'd be a start.” Rick smiled. Katherine watched the two of them in front of her. “Next time though, take the safety off. It won't shoot otherwise.” Andrea looked down at her gun and frowned at it.
“Is that yer gun?” Katherine questioned, finishing the rest of the jerky and observed Andrea’s surprised face that she was actually talking to her like an civil adult.
“It was a gift. Why?” Katherine gestured for Andrea to hand over the sleek metal and she did so, Katherine taking the pistol in her hand and showing her the button at the side and flicked it, making a red dot appear near the handle.
“Little red dot means it's ready to fire.” She started off and then pointed the gun, this time using both hands instead of just the one that she was so expertly with. “I’m guessing ye have never hit one so ye wanna hold it wit both hands, keep th’ weight balanced and ye squeeze th’ trigger, don’ pull it.” Katherine instructed step by step, showing her each movement before handing it back over to the quiet blonde who was still processing the information of Katherine teaching her properly. “Shouldn’ be too hard if ye listen.”
Andrea stared down at the gun that had been handed over to her.
“How do ye know-“
“I was a sniper-medic fer a year. Got some experience on my back wit guns over th’ years too but don’ get too cocky. Ye don’ wanna shoot yer brother in th’ shoulder on yer first try.” The McKinney sister laughed fondly at the memory, remembering how her brother had come close to tears at the shotgun wound that blew up the skin on his shoulder and Dermot had to take Katherine to his that week while her father calmed down from it. She and Malachy somehow found it absolutely hilarious.
“You shot your brother?” Rick gasped and Katherine nodded, smiling.
“Aye I did. He was showin’ me how te use a shotgun ‘cause I already knew how te use a revolver and how te handle th’ kickback. I thought I was ready and then I shot him. He swore te high heaven yet he couldn’t help but laugh away at how I almost killed him. Malachy was proud that I was able te pull th’ trigger after that.”