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Desiree Morgan Keating Indie The Walking Dead RP OC Multi-verse & Multi-ship Semi-selective

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Light at the End | Desiree & Michael

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Desiree listened attentively to his comments about how the hospital was arranged and how suicide probably wasn’t one of the most frowned upon ways out in today’s zombie filled world. She shook her head almost immediately. “Didn’t come this far t’ blow m’ brains out fer someone to stumble ‘cross. ‘er to serve as some walker main course”, she smirked faintly as her gun hands started to come down a little bit but she was still on guard. By now sense should have been screaming at her that he wasn’t after her goods because he already stocked up on plenty of his own. Truth was, Desiree had started out alone in this journey to the safe place, or what she called it. The blonde knew an attractive man when she saw when and the boy with the pretty eyes in front of her was definitely impressive. She was surprised he didn’t have a little damsel in distress wife clinging on to his hand and screaming at the sound of leaves blowing in the wind outside. Michael went to move off back into the wild and Desiree swallowed hard, lowering her gun down immediately. She had a funny feeling it would show as weakness or fear but, she was tired of talking to herself. It was a lonely road and she wasn’t about to fully give up this tall drink of water who miraculously stumbled in her way. “Wait!”, she called before she did a little skip and her hair swished back and forth as she ran up to him, having to look up. “I ain’t really that nasty. I’m headin’ t’ the CDC and I’m shit outta maps. ‘Sides, y’ ain’t got much room t’ talk, darlin’, didn’t even offer a girl yer name.” 

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Light at the End | Desiree & Michael

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Michael wasn’t the first Desiree had come across on the road so far. She had met a set of brothers further down in the lower parts of Georgia who thought they would be doing her a favor by hitting her square in the face with the ass end of their gun before stealing all her supplies. She had so much more than what she did now but now her thoughts on others were tainted by that unlucky event. She was the popular girl in high school. The one everyone wanted but she always kept a humble head on her shoulders. All she ever wanted was love and acceptance, that’s how her mother had raised her. Instead of making a name for herself, she decided to give back her time, working as a middle school History teacher. Back on the topic, Desiree had been on the road for a while now, just trying to make it to the CDC where apparently they had shelter and the hopes of a cure. She wasn’t much for science and math but she would volunteer her services however the officials would need once she got there. In the back of her mind, she was always hoping to stumble into the path of someone she once knew. 

Desiree kept her eyes in the sights of her gun, pointed in the direction of where the male’s voice came from. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt from the sincerity of his tone but if he was bigger than her, she could get taken down and stolen from once again. “Nah, I ain’t bit”, she shared with him, swallowing hard as she planted her feet into the cracking tiles below. “Y’ a doctor er somethin’?”, the blonde called out to him, she asked out of pure curiosity. What if he had gotten all the good stuff, the stuff that could help her stay alive? Des let out a little sigh as she felt her head start pounding again. She easily would have picked this place to crash in for the night but it was so big, too big to possibly clear out and feel safe inside. The days were long and hot under the Georgia sun so it was no wonder someone would want to camp out instead of wandering around aimlessly. She once had a map with drawn out plans to the CDC but the dynamic douchebag duo had stolen that from her as well. 

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Mike kept his eyes on her at all times. His hands hadn’t been up until he’d seen the rifle come into view. At that point both duffle bags slid off his shoulder, down his arm to his elbow before he straightened his arm and let them both drop to the floor. His hands raised now, eyebrows raised too. “That’s an awful big gun fer a li’l girl. Not to say you’re li’l so much as that gun is big. Big fer anybody…” He grinned a bit, sly. “It’s good yer not bit. I’m not a doctor, naw. I was an EMT. I ran with one o’ those ambulances outside. Still got the keys…” Michael reached down, careful and slow, showing her where he was going with that hand before jangling his pocket, the set of keys tinkling inside. “My plan was to gather everythin’ I could and move on. I’m lookin’ fer my sisters. We always said if somethin’ went down we’d always meet up back home, here, so far I ain’t found ‘em but I’m on my way to my sister Bobby’s house…” He trailed off, thinking he might be saying too much. “What’s yer plan, here? Ya ‘lone? Ain’t good to be ‘lone out here…”

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When the man started to lower everything he had down, her guard came down a little as well. If he was as savage as she was thinking he was, he could have shot her dead the moment he came around the corner. Instead he was flashing her little million dollar smiles and talking about his family. If it was all a decoy, it was a pretty damn good one. Desiree smirked and tilted her head to the side when he commented on her size and her bad boy in her hands. “Y’ sure y’ ain’t a crazy person ‘scaped from the loonie lodge upstairs? Look awful happy fer a boy who’s got a gun shoved up his nose”, she commented, looking a little more settled than first appearance. Her light hues finally shifted to the bags that had collapsed onto the floor and she nodded her head back as a gesture. “You got all the good stuff?”, she asked him, wondering if she’d find anything on this venture or if he was about to gallop into the sunset with everything the hospital had left to offer. “I came t’ visit my sick Nana but can’t seem t’ find the damn gift shop”, she teased before shaking her head. “Could say the same fer y’, Casanova. Ain’t no one in the houses ‘round here, sweets. Looks like they had a li’l time t’ pack up though. Ain’t found nothin’ round here ‘sides food goin’ bad and some bandages. I may be alone, may not be”, she lied at the end, not wanting to seem vulnerable.

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Light at the End | Desiree & Michael

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Michael wasn’t the first Desiree had come across on the road so far. She had met a set of brothers further down in the lower parts of Georgia who thought they would be doing her a favor by hitting her square in the face with the ass end of their gun before stealing all her supplies. She had so much more than what she did now but now her thoughts on others were tainted by that unlucky event. She was the popular girl in high school. The one everyone wanted but she always kept a humble head on her shoulders. All she ever wanted was love and acceptance, that’s how her mother had raised her. Instead of making a name for herself, she decided to give back her time, working as a middle school History teacher. Back on the topic, Desiree had been on the road for a while now, just trying to make it to the CDC where apparently they had shelter and the hopes of a cure. She wasn’t much for science and math but she would volunteer her services however the officials would need once she got there. In the back of her mind, she was always hoping to stumble into the path of someone she once knew. 

Desiree kept her eyes in the sights of her gun, pointed in the direction of where the male’s voice came from. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt from the sincerity of his tone but if he was bigger than her, she could get taken down and stolen from once again. “Nah, I ain’t bit”, she shared with him, swallowing hard as she planted her feet into the cracking tiles below. “Y’ a doctor er somethin’?”, the blonde called out to him, she asked out of pure curiosity. What if he had gotten all the good stuff, the stuff that could help her stay alive? Des let out a little sigh as she felt her head start pounding again. She easily would have picked this place to crash in for the night but it was so big, too big to possibly clear out and feel safe inside. The days were long and hot under the Georgia sun so it was no wonder someone would want to camp out instead of wandering around aimlessly. She once had a map with drawn out plans to the CDC but the dynamic douchebag duo had stolen that from her as well. 

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Light at the End | Desiree & Michael

Her footsteps were surprisingly light against the tile of the abandoned hospital. People must have left in such a hurry they took off on foot, seeing there were countless cars still in the parking lot. Desiree Morgan Keating held a heavy duty semi-automatic rifle in her hands as she cleared the big building by herself. Or at least she thought she was alone. Her days had started off looking for a lost love who was probably married with five kids by now but instead she lost hope and now her mission was just to stay alive. Some nights were hard but she couldn’t take the coward way out of this. As she lingered down the hallway, her eyes scanned quickly across the hallway, flickering lights above. She took note of a red exit sign at the end of the hallway, the doors jammed open, someone having propped them open. 

It made her nervous at first but then she came to her senses and realized walkers couldn’t have done that, it was more than likely old news. Her old canvas backpack held all kinds of small snacks and bottles of water, extra ammo, a few knives and a handgun, bandages and alcohol to clean wounds but she really wanted to get a few extra things before heading out there again. She needed antibiotics. Des was coming down with a pretty bad head cold and she knew her chances were cut in half if she was groggy and suffering with the sickness. The blonde’s ears finally alerted when she heard movement at the end of the hallway, making her slow her roll and raise her gun up. “Hello?”, she said in a light enough whisper that it wouldn’t set off a walker if the thing wasn’t human.

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Like this pretty little thing for a starter. Des seriously needs people to write with.

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Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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“Mmmm…” Shane smirks against her neck, his hands slipping up underneath her shirt against her belly and smooth curvy sides. “Done caught that li’l bird… Put a ring on her an’ put her in a gilded cage s’she can sing fer me…” He generously laps that spot he marked for himself, for everyone else to see she belonged to him. “An’ damn, ain’t she pretty! Yeah…prettiest li’l bird that ever lived…” He winks at her as he pulls back, just enough to look down at her and see her. “C’mon darlin’…follow ol’ Shane back t’his tent an’ sing fer ‘im…”

Carol looking at them made Shane grin wider and he sent her a short wave that resembled a salute. Just then Amy came up to camp and looked around at them all. “Does anyone know when the party for Atlanta leaves? Andrea said she was going and I haven’t been able to find her in camp or just outside of it…”

Shane’s eyes turned to look at Amy with his head in her direction. “They left ‘round firs’ light. Left early b’cause the consensus was they should be back by late af’rnoon. B’fore dusk…”

Amy’s jaw fell slack. “Oh… I thought she would have said goodbye…”

Shane shrugs. “She’ll be back soon ‘nough… Jus’ stay calm, Amy. Alrigh’?”

Once Amy returned to the RV and inside to go to the bathroom in peace, Shane turned back to his wife. “Now…where were we…?” The glint in his eyes was back.

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It was just an average day for the group. Hunts and scavenges were of dire importance to get the goods they needed, which included new clothes. Des swore that this man of hers would never stop wearing his old King County colors or some aspect of them anyways, not like she really minded anyways. It appeared to her that he had declared himself as the leader of the group, fitting right into his old law enforcement shoes snugly. Public display of affection was something that she no longer minded one bit. It made her feel loved and wanted in a world draped with horror around every corner. Shane was the four walls that she needed to survive and she was damn sure that he would protect their baby with every ounce of his being too. As his words swayed her and pulled her in as if he were a male form of a siren in the olden pirate days, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to the way their intimate life had been before shit broke the fan. Des could remember the days where he’d come home on lunch and they’d go at it like a bunch of animals before he had to go back to work and she had to fetch Tyler from school.  Her face softened up a bit when Amy came to confront them, placing her hand on Shane’s abdomen and shaking her head in response. There was no real need to open her mouth and try to comfort the girl when Shane mentioned that Andrea would be back in no time, after all, this was all just a typical run into the city. Fretting over the uncontrollable did no good to anyone but she could easily relate to the feelings of worry about runs. A little smile returned over her lips when the other blonde girl disappeared safely into the RV. “I worry ‘bout her sometimes...”, she whispered before shaking her head like she was shaking off the subject. “I ever tell y’ how much I love you? ‘bout t’ get all sappy an’ shit on y’ but... it’s my God given right, yknow?”, Desiree laughed lightly, biting on her lower pink lip as she looked up to her husband in the sun. “But.... I do reckon I was gonna sing y’ a song.”

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Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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Shane was thankful to his wife, Des and his son, Tyler for keeping Carol and Sophia as busy as they possibly could. Carl helped because Sophia was younger like Carl and Tyler, being older, wouldn’t catch the girl’s attention as easy. He definitely caught Carl’s though, because Carl wanted to be a lot like Tyler when he got bigger. And Lord only knew that Lori needed the time to herself sometimes, so Carl hanging with Ty helped her out too.

Shane’s smile turned into a sly smirk and he raised a brow, playful again. “Yeah…ah’know ‘xactly how ya wait fer yer dessert. You don’…” He snickered. “An’ sometimes ya eat it twice…” He leans down, just in case she’s getting offended by that and kisses her neck open-mouthed, right over the hollow where her neck met her shoulder, wetting it as he licked, kissed, sucked and then bit that sweet spot. A sweet searing pain should have filled her and shot straight through to her pussy if he did that right. “Do ah’now…?” He growled low in response to the mental image he got at the thought of frisking her. “Ah’don’ think ah’should do that’n front o’ all these people… May be you jus’ wanna come w’me… Huh…you think you’d like tha’… Huh…” He chuckles a bit, dark tones, tempting and dirty.

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She might not have been the world’s most perfect wife but she always tried to make sure that Shane was getting exactly what he needed, even if it was space from her so he could clear his head on his own time. Des was there for him when he needed love, when he needed to vent and throw shit, when he just needed someone to watch over him in the nights that all he really needed was a proper night’s sleep - which was frequently induced by her persuading of course. Times were rough and she needed to make sure that the man she had devoted her life to didn’t lose his way under pressure. The children were something she looked to as her own sense of relief. Des had dreams that they would find a safe haven or a cure for the outbreak and one day, she’d get to watch her own little boy spread his wings and fly from the nest she had been building for him since she was 16. Tyler’s age compared to Carl’s age and certainly the age difference between Desiree and Lori was often subject to gossip for lack of more interesting topics. The blonde never regretted a single moment of love between her and her husband though. The sensation of his mouth was piercing through her entire being, making her jaw drop and her nails dig into the fabric of his shirt and his skin of his shoulder. “Oh!”, she yelped out for a moment, making Carol look up as she tried to mend what was left of their little project for cooking. The older woman simply shook her head and smirked, not meaning the childish behavior between the two love birds. “Gotta catch yer li’l bird ‘fore she flies ‘way without y’, darlin’...”, she whispered, letting her hand twist around to his back, moving down to his belt line and the small of his back. 

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Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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It had been a shit day between not catching anything in the traps he’d set or catching something only to find the animal had been pulled through the slat wood sides by undead hands, ripped apart and only half devoured and of absolutely no goddamn use to them; and then there was the matter of Ed Peletier to contend with. He was getting worse now than he ever was before. He wasn’t just threatening Carol and Sophia anymore. He wasn’t just hurting them. He was threatening every woman there in that quarry that made him feel like the worthless fuck he was…Shane’s own wife included.

“Oh…s’ya think you can make a li’l time fer me b’fore supper…? Huh…” He drew out the last word, which was more sound and expression than English, and laughed through it like he always did. “Ya think you can take care o’ me t’night…?” He grins slyly, looking down at her in a playful way. “Well, now, don’ tease me baby… Better show me now… Nice an’ slow… Show me what’s under them clothes Mrs. Walsh…” He grins wider. “Y’have anythin’ on yer person that’s considered contraband that ah’should know ‘bout? R’member, yer talkin’ t’an officer o’ the law…”

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Des did her best to pay no mind to Ed but she often found herself trying to occupy Carol and make her seem busy as possible so the abusive asshole wouldn’t bother her much. There wasn’t really a soul that liked that man but no one really said anything because no one had seen the abuse in person just yet. Desiree wasn’t really one for keeping her mouth shut in situations like that, being married to a cop had caused her to grow some thicker skin over the years. Tyler liked Sophia too and tried to latch onto his mother’s habits by including the girl in his and Carl’s adventures when he took the hint that her parents were about to get nasty - and not in the fun and exciting way.  Her cheeks turned a faint pink color and her pearly whites were visible for all to see as she looked up at her husband like he was a taunting school crush. “Y’ know I always had troubles waitin’ ‘round for my dessert”, she whispered to him. Maybe it was the flirting that kept their love alive, or maybe it could have been that Des was always willing to try new things for him; she never wanted to be a washed out old broad. “Well, officer...”, her dainty hand rested on her chest for a moment and she made her draw sound more like a damsel in distress southern belle. “I ain’t never been in no trouble ‘fore.... but.... y’ might just have t’ frisk me ‘stead.” 

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Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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Shane’s fingers curled angrily into fists and he turned his attention inward for a moment to try and relieve some tension. What was it Des was always saying? ‘Count to ten, Shane. Everythin’ll be better’n ten.’ He made an effort and he closed his eyes for a minute, counting silently in his mind.

1… 2…

The muscles in his arms relaxed as he released his fists and let his arms hang.

3… 4…

The tension across his entire back started to pull loose like a strap that was no longer being pulled taut.

5… 6… 7…

The small muscles in his face that had been ticking and twitching and throbbing started to smooth and his brow stopped its furrow.

8… 9…

When he heard Des’ voice again it was telling him to get cleaned up and how she probably needed a shower too. Dead rats or something…

10…

He opened his eyes when he felt her hands on his chest and looked down at her, a near instant smile taking his face when he saw her smiling back up at him. “Darlin’ you can’ smell like a dead rat. Yer a lady. Ladies smell like they’re s’posed to…” He winked at her, putting his arms around her and pulling her into him, tight. “Don’ you ‘sugar’ me… Ah’ll have you eatin’ outta m’hand if tha’s the case…” He smirks and presses a kiss to her forehead.

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Desiree knew the look that spread across his face all too well. It had been the very same one that she had seen on countless nights before when Shane was getting home from a long day at work, or especially when he was switched to the graveyard shift, chasing Georgia’s worst all night long. She was also fully aware that the man she had married as a teenager was set in his ways and she had always respected that. Shane might have come across as overly aggressive to some but she knew he always had the best intentions in mind and that he’d stop at nothing for what he believed in. They had come a long way together, since being the classic athlete and cheerleader to get pregnant in high school to being partners in the zombie apocalypse. 

“Think I can squeeze little time fer y’ in ‘fore supper”, she bit her bottom lip, standing on her toes once more to peck his lips, letting her hands slither their way down his chest. Having sexual relations probably wasn’t the most suggested activity to engage in now a day’s but... they couldn’t ever manage to be away from each other for too long. Desiree often thought to herself how funny it was that the passion between them had always been there. She liked to believe in the theories of soulmates and that the father of her little boy was the only person that would ever really love her. “Lemme take care ‘f ‘y tonigh’. Least I can do fer everythin’ y’ done for me and our baby.”

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Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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“Aw Christ…” He threw the trap back down and threw the tattered remains of the animal away. Early on in the end of the world and even now, nobody could catch a damn thing without Walkers savagely taking from them. It wasn’t enough the walking undead were taking their loved ones at an alarming rate, stealing human lives away by the hundreds daily, but now they were taking food out of survivors mouths too. He adjusted the cap on his head, wiped the little bit of congealed animal blood on a rag he carried with him and looked back toward camp through the lush green of the woods around the quarry.

It took him ten minutes to get back to camp, keeping on the narrow dirt roads made for four wheelers and bigger groups of hikers and backpackers. He pulled up in his Jeep and yanked the gear shift to park, cutting the engine abruptly. “Checked every fuckin’ trap. Either they’re empty or the game’s been torn ‘part…” He said to no one in particular. He had to provide for these people…and so far… “Got’damnit!” He threw his rag into the fire that Carol and his wife Desiree had been using to cook breakfast and it flared hotly, raising up in a vibrant lava red and licking the bottom of the cast iron skillet on the wrought iron stand over top of the pit. “Fuck… Shit… M’sorry baby…Carol…” He winced, pulling a face. Frustrated.

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Three seconds was all it took for the blonde to pop up from her position on a log that had been cut for a makeshift seat around the “kitchen oven”. She looked over her shoulder at Carol apologetically before her glanced returned to her husband. Her fingers drew back a few strands of blonde behind her ear and she shook her head as she closed in on Shane. Desiree saw that he had been working his ass off around their camp, trying to make sure everyone was safe and no one was going without what they needed. He was trying to be a leader and still the good family man he was before, there was no denying that. 

“Darlin’... why don’cha get cleaned up, yeah?”, she asked him, always in such a sweet tone. Desiree understood all too well that times were tough, especially when food sources were running scarce and men still had mouths to feed like it was normal 2016. “Tell y’ what... why don’t I go wit’ ‘y? Could be good fer both us. I probably smell like a dead rat ‘er somethin’ anywho”, she managed up a little smile for him. Her fingers made their way to his chest and she stood on her toes in boots she had rummaged from a store a few trips back, kissing his chin. “C’mon, sugar...”