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Sunny's Boys 3: Officer Friendly

Back with another escapade from Sunny! I figured I'd give Rick some love. This one is a bit different because I feel Rick deserves some sweet love from Sunny. And Rick isn't the one night type... or is he?

Tig and Chibs were cruising in the tow truck, the engine rumbling like a lazy lion as they made their way to yet another call, the kind of mundane shit they usually got stuck with. The truck smelled of grease and coffee, a mixture of the mundane and the road-worn. The kind of smell that clung to their clothes and never quite left.

"Bet that truck ain’t gonna start without us," Tig grinned, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the dashboard, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He was never one for quiet moments. Chibs, on the other hand, was focused, his mind always somewhere in the zone of planning or observation.

The pair was heading toward a house down the road, but as they turned onto the street, something caught Tig’s attention—a flash of something he recognized. He leaned toward the window, squinting as they pulled up near Lori’s house.

“Hold on, Chibs," Tig said, his voice lowering as if he didn’t want to draw attention to it. “Is that... is that Shane's car?”

Chibs glanced over, following Tig’s gaze. The familiar patrol car was parked in front of the house, its lights dark, the engine off.

“Sure looks like it. Must be on his break.” Chibs quipped, rolling his eyes as he slowed down the truck, barely coming to a stop. “But I ain’t seen the car there before.”

“Guess the blind guy didn’t come to fix the blinds today,” Tig said with a grin, referencing the poorly adjusted blinds that weren’t doing their job of covering the window in Lori’s bedroom.

Sure enough, through the crack in the blinds, the unmistakable shape of Lori was visible, bent over the bed, and Shane’s figure was hovering nearby. The scene was far too clear, and for once, neither of them wanted to look away.

Tig chuckled, a low, knowing sound. “Well, damn. Looks like lunch and a show, huh?”

“Damn right," Chibs muttered under his breath, shaking his head but clearly amused at the accidental peek they were getting into the soap opera of Rick and Lori’s life.

But before either could say anything else, a loud roar broke the silence. Merle’s motorcycle screeched to a halt beside the tow truck, the man himself grinning like a kid with a new toy.

“Y’all slacking off today or what?” Merle hollered as he pulled up next to the truck, cutting off their view of Lori’s window with his oversized, grinning presence. “You boys should be out there ridin’, not doin' grunt work. Ain't that why you signed up for this job?”

Tig gave Merle a hard look. “Merle, not today. We got a call to—”

Merle stopped him mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto the house across the street. His gaze narrowed as he noticed Tig and Chibs had been staring at something in particular. Following their line of sight, Merle turned his head to look at Lori’s house, and in an instant, his expression went from playful to shocked.

“Hell, no…” Merle muttered to himself while his mouth gaped open, his eyes growing wide as he spotted the scene in Lori’s bedroom window—the unmistakable sight of Shane and Lori tangled in sheets on Rick’s bed.

He stared at it for a moment before he guffawed loudly, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Son of a bitch! I knew it! I knew he was gettin’ it in with Lori! Damn, poor Rick.”

Tig and Chibs both looked at each other, barely suppressing their laughter. They hadn’t expected Merle to have such a reaction, but now that the truth was hanging in front of them, the humor of it was undeniable.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Merle,” Chibs muttered, shaking his head. “You really had to call that out?”

But Merle wasn’t finished. With a gleam in his eyes, he revved his engine, the loud rumble cutting through the air. Without a second thought, he twisted the throttle, the noise from his bike startling both Lori and Shane, who were still fumbling with the blinds and trying to cover up their obvious affair.

Shane’s face looked like a deer in the headlights as he scrambled to pull his pants on, Lori’s wide eyes following his every move as they scrambled for cover. They didn’t even notice Merle until he was already taking off down the street.

With a wide grin plastered across his face, Merle hollered out, loud enough for the entire street to hear, “Fuck you, Shane! Get your dirty ass off that bed!”

As Merle peeled away, the sound of his bike echoed off the houses, and Tig and Chibs stared out the window in stunned silence, watching as Shane and Lori began to argue, throwing clothes around and closing the blinds—way too late.

“Well, that was… something,” Tig said, his voice dripping with amusement. He turned to Chibs with a smirk. “I think Merle just gave ‘em the ol' one-two.”

“Yeah,” Chibs chuckled, looking at the scene for one last time. “Poor Lori. Never thought she’d be the one caught with her pants down. Couldn’t happen to a nicer couple.”

Tig’s grin widened as they pulled away from the curb. “I’d say we just got ourselves a hell of a show today, but I think the real drama’s gonna happen when Rick gets home.”

They shared a laugh as they drove off, the image of Shane and Lori’s frantic movements still fresh in their minds.

The bar was quieter than usual, the only sound was the soft hum of a jukebox playing some classic tune from the '70s. The regulars were there—Daryl and Merle, the two Dixon brothers, leaning over the pool table with Tig and Chibs from the motorcycle repair shop. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and a touch of cigarette smoke. In the corner, the guys bantered back and forth, their laughter sharp and loud enough to cut through the low murmur of conversation.

Rick entered, his boots making a soft thud against the wooden floor. His uniform was wrinkled, and he wore the look of a man who had just survived a battle. His jaw was tight, his eyes were weary, but the moment he stepped inside, the tension in his chest loosened, if only for a second.

The moment he walked up to the bar, Sunny was there, wiping down the counter with a practiced hand. Her dark eyes flickered up to meet his, and she gave him a smirk, her usual teasing smile softened tonight.

“Evenin’, Officer Friendly,” she said, her voice a little quieter than usual, as if she could sense the weight he was carrying.

Rick returned a tired grin, leaning against the bar. "Evenin', Sunny."

She didn’t miss the subtle way he sighed as he sank into the stool. Something had shifted in him tonight, a look in his eyes that made it clear he wasn’t here just for the usual drink. He wasn’t even sure what he needed, but he knew he wasn’t going back to an empty house to stew in his thoughts. Not tonight.

The pool table behind them was a spectacle, as usual. Merle had just made a show of sinking a shot, flashing his signature cocky grin.

“Ha! Take that, you grease monkeys! That’s how you play pool.” He laughed, barely able to finish the sentence before Tig piped up.

“Keep dreamin’, Dixon,” Tig shot back with a smirk, cracking his knuckles dramatically. “You ain't got a clue, man.”

Chibs, leaning casually on his cue, added, “If you played like that in the shop, we'd need to get a mechanic to fix your game.”

Merle flipped them both off, still grinning. “Yeah? Well, at least I don’t need a mechanic to fix my damn ego. You’re welcome, fellas.”

Daryl, quietly observing in the background, muttered, “Keep talkin’, Merle. You might finally get it in.”

Rick couldn’t help but chuckle, the familiar bickering of the Dixon brothers and the repair shop guys a momentary escape from the tension eating away at him. The noise lightened the load just a little, the comedy relief pulling him back from the edge. He shifted on his stool, his gaze meeting Sunny's.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his attempt to seem unaffected. She slid a drink across the bar to him without a word. He took it, savoring the burn of whiskey as it slid down his throat.

“What’s goin' on tonight, Rick?” she asked, leaning a little closer, her voice soft but insistent. “You’re usually not so... quiet.”

He glanced over at the pool table, trying to find a distraction, but he knew she was waiting for an answer. He turned back to her, trying to force a smile.

“I’m just... tired. Long shift. And, uh, Shane and I had words.” He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t push. She had heard enough about Shane and Lori. She didn’t need to know every detail of the mess that had become his life.

Sunny tilted her head, eyeing him carefully, a mix of concern and playfulness in her gaze. “You know, I’ve got plenty of distractions around here if you need one. The T&M boys seem to be putting on a show for you.”

Rick chuckled again, watching Tig dramatically “accidentally” knock over Chibs’s beer. “Yeah, they’re good for that.”

But then, the laughter in the background faded as the weight of the evening crept back in. It was as though the whole bar could be quiet now, and the only thing left would be him and Sunny. And that... was more tempting than he wanted to admit.

He leaned in slightly, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. “You don’t have to be nice, you know. I’ve heard enough about your... escapades.”

Sunny’s lips quirked upward, and she leaned in just enough for her voice to drop. “And I’ve got my own ways of coping.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was something else there too—a knowing look.

Rick's throat tightened. He had heard all the whispers—Joel Miller, the contractor, caught in a position in the men’s room just a few days ago. He could still hear the hushed chuckles of the other guys at the pool table, Tig’s voice loudest of all: “Yeah, Joel, I think you missed a spot.”

Rick didn’t know why, but that moment had stuck with him, lingering in the back of his mind all day. He knew Sunny wasn’t an angel, but damn if she didn’t have a way of making him forget about everything else. And tonight, after everything, he needed her to be something more than just a distraction.

“I’m not looking for perfection,” Rick said quietly, his voice low. “Just... something real.”

Her eyes softened at his words, and she placed a hand on the bar, sliding closer toward him, the intimacy between them palpable. “Well, I’m not a saint, Rick. But I’m here. And sometimes, that’s all you need.”

Before he could say anything else, the sound of pool balls crashing together interrupted them. Daryl shouted from across the room, “Merle! You’re all talk, no game! I’ve got the shot if you don’t.”

Merle shot back, “Yeah, yeah, just make sure your ass can actually make it.”

Rick chuckled, feeling a flicker of relief. The tension between him and Sunny was still there, but for the first time that night, he felt a little less like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Merle’s voice carried across the room again, now teasing Tig, “Heard you were more interested in blowjobs than pool, huh, Trager?”

Tig laughed loudly, his voice almost a bark. “If it gets me a win, I’ll take it.”

Sunny’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Rick, her lips curling into a smirk. “It’s always the quiet ones, huh?”

Rick snorted, finally letting out a genuine laugh. It felt good—something he hadn’t allowed himself to do in too long.

But then, the laughter died down, and the air between him and Sunny shifted again, the light banter from the boys fading into the background as she locked eyes with him. She wasn’t waiting anymore. She didn’t need to. The moment was there.

Rick’s voice was barely a whisper as he leaned in closer. “Just for tonight, Sunny.”

She didn’t respond with words, just a knowing look. Her hand found his on the bar, her fingers brushing against his. She didn’t need to say anything more.

And for once, Rick didn’t feel so lost. 

As the door swung open, Joel Miller strolled into the bar like he owned it—cool and relaxed, his boots making a rhythmic thud on the wooden floor. The local contractor wasn’t one to make a scene, but when he walked in, it was as though the room noticed. Joel had that effect—people liked him, he had a way with words, and the ladies sure didn’t mind his company.

He spotted Rick sitting alone, nursing a beer, out of uniform, with no Shane in sight. Joel cocked an eyebrow, a slight frown tugging at his lips. He wasn’t the type to pry, but when something was off, it was obvious. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Rick looked... different. Tired, worn, and carrying some weight tonight.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't Officer Friendly, out of uniform and looking like he's ready to kick back for once," Joel said as he leaned against the bar, scanning the room. He gave a nod toward the pool table where Merle and Daryl were jawing off with Tig and Chibs, their laughter and bickering carrying over, the distraction almost loud enough to mask the tension in the air.

Rick didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Hey, Joel,” he said, taking a slow sip of his beer, but there was something about the way he said it that made Joel pause. He didn’t want to push, but he wasn’t blind either.

“Shane’s not with you tonight?” Joel asked, but it was more of a casual observation than a question. He wasn’t one to dig too deep, but seeing the absence of Rick’s usual partner told him all he needed to know. He caught the subtle shift in Rick’s posture, a little stiffer than normal.

“Yeah, no Shane tonight,” Rick muttered, avoiding eye contact for a second. The weight of everything, the betrayal, the secrecy, it all felt like it was bubbling under the surface, waiting to spill over.

Joel scratched his chin, his expression softening. “Damn shame. Boy’s crossed a line. He’s got his issues, but I never thought he’d go that far.” He shrugged, oblivious to how heavy the words landed. “You don’t deserve that, Rick. You’re a good guy.”

Rick’s lips tightened into a thin line, his grip tightening around the bottle. He didn’t want to talk about it. Not with Joel, not now. It was just too much, too raw. But before he could respond, Joel’s eyes flicked to the kitchen as Sunny walked by, carrying an order for a table.

Joel’s face softened into that familiar, self-assured grin as he nodded toward her. “Well, I’ll tell you this much, Rick... Sunny’s got skills. I can’t say I didn’t learn a thing or two from her.” He winked at Rick, not realizing the tension in the room, unaware of how the words landed.

Rick’s gaze narrowed as the implication hung in the air. He’d heard those skills firsthand, and it wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed his mind. His hand froze mid-air with the bottle, his stomach twisting for a moment. The memory of hearing Sunny and Joel in the men’s room a few days ago had him biting his lip, trying not to let it show. He didn’t want to acknowledge the awkwardness in the air, not yet. Not with everything else on his mind.

But Joel, blissfully unaware of the storm swirling behind Rick’s eyes, chuckled and slapped Rick on the back, a little too hard, like it was all one big joke. “You’re in good hands, man. Take it easy tonight.” With that, he grabbed his bagged meal from Sunny and gave her a grin.

Rick couldn’t help but feel a fleeting moment of tension leave his body. Joel didn’t have a clue. He wasn’t trying to make things awkward. But as Joel made his way to the door, he turned back one last time, looking at Rick with a wink. “And hey,” he said, giving a nod toward the backroom door where Sunny had disappeared to. “She sure knows how to make a man feel... welcome.”

Rick’s gaze followed Joel as he walked out, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft jingle. The tension in the room hadn't quite lifted, but for a moment, he could almost laugh at how clueless his friend had been. Almost.

Sunny didn’t meet his gaze, but he could feel the quiet heat between them now, the kind of heat that didn’t come from words but from everything else. The flirting, the banter, and now, Joel’s offhand comment—it all stirred something inside Rick. Something real. Something he hadn’t let himself feel in a long time.

As the laughter and bickering from the pool table resumed, Merle’s loud voice carrying across the room, Rick turned back to his beer and leaned against the bar. “Thanks for putting up with him,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint, almost-smile.

Sunny shot him a quick, almost imperceptible smile, her eyes soft but guarded. “You’re welcome. Just don’t make me regret it, Officer.” Rick bowed his head briefly, nursing his drink until the roadhouse slowly emptied, everyone picking up on the atmosphere. It was almost as if everyone could see what Sunny was doing for Rick- and it was a silent sign of support and maybe pity. But it was, somehow, a way of showing that they cared about Rick. 

Rick found himself leaning against the doorway, asking if Sunny’s brothers would mind. 

“They’re over at the church. They said they found something in the basement, and they had to go there tonight with Father Mulcahy. I don’t know, and I don’t ask. They know not to ask me either.” Sunny grinned at Rick, kissing him playfully and tugging him in the room and slamming the door. 

It wasn’t wild. It was gentle. Sweet.

Sunny undressed him slowly, like she was peeling away more than just fabric—like she was trying to make him feel human again. She kissed every scar she could find, from the one on his jaw to the old ones he tried to hide beneath his hands. When he touched her, it was cautious, reverent, like he was afraid she'd disappear. She was not Lori- she was all curves in the right places, scars of all colors and patterns in various places. A tattoo rested on her hip, and Rick kissed her tattoo on the way down, listening to her voice hum in approval.

They moved together in soft rhythm, no rush, no demands. She whispered kind things into the crook of his neck, ran her fingers through his curls, let him breathe. 

When she went down on him, it was deliberate, careful—like she was offering him something more than release. Like she was anchoring him back to the moment. She was gently carrying him into a new beginning, with her warm mouth suckling gently on his long shaft, bobbing merrily up and down until Rick gasped, he couldn’t hold back. Sunny withdrew, and reached over for a condom. 

“Better safe than sorry, Rick. Breathe- I know you’re ready. Are you?”

“Yeah.” Rick whispered, after a long moment, letting a tear fall from the corner of his eye. He needed this for him, and Sunny was just what he needed. Sunny grinned her bright smile showing Rick how she was named Sunny, and her eyes shone with warmth as she slowly slid on the condom and positioned herself. 

“Yee haw, cowboy- show me what Officer Friendly got.” Rick’s laugh rasped into a moan as he felt Sunny warm him up, and he let Sunny ride him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to give. He had to do something. Tugging Sunny's hips, he rolled them over until he was on top. 

“Fuck, yeah.” Sunny chuckled, kissing Rick in approval and delight of his newfound determination. “C’mon and fuck me into the mattress.” and Rick did, a hand on Sunny’s hip and his elbow next to her head, kissing her deeply as his hips moved fiercely. He didn’t care that the headboard was pounding into the wall with each thrust. Sunny’s hips flexed and legs tightened around his waist. He felt his life being sucked out of him. All of the heartbreak, and the sorrow was leaving him as he came as he had never came before; an explosion of fire and heat. 

After, as the sweat cooled and their breathing slowed, Rick stared up at the ceiling like he wasn’t sure how to reenter the world.

“You didn’t have to,” he whispered.

“I wanted to,” she murmured, her voice a balm against the ache. “Let someone take care of you for once, Officer Friendly.”

He turned toward her and kissed her slowly, like he finally believed he was allowed to want something soft again, and he allowed himself to relax and fall into the bliss of a dreamless sleep.

Several  hours later, The motel door creaked open, and Dean was already muttering under his breath, “Thank Chuck she didn’t bring someone home this time”

 Sam wasn’t so sure—he squinted down at his coffee like it might offer some clue. "Let’s not jinx it," he said, voice low but steady.

Rick leaned against the bathroom door listening to Sunny’s brothers, a slow grin tugging at his lips. He hadn’t expected the chaos this morning would be anything less than entertaining. He had belatedly realized that his handcuffs—his little reminder of last night’s fun—hung carelessly on the back of a chair, right where anyone walking in would see them first. Not exactly subtle.

Dean and Sam stepped inside, their eyes instantly snagging on the metal cuffs before anything else. Dean’s face went from relief to confusion in a heartbeat. The room looked empty—no sign of Sunny or anyone she had brought home. The sound of running water came from the bathroom as the door opened, steam pouring out from behind Rick.

“Mornin’,” Rick called out, trying to keep his voice casual, but he could feel the heat creeping up his neck.

Dean’s voice cracked with disbelief. “What the hell?”

The shower curtain shifted, and there she was—Sunny, standing in the steam with a towel wrapped around her tightly, grinning like she owned the place. And Rick, barely covered by a towel that was doing its best to hold on, trying not to look as embarrassed as he felt.

Rick’s mind and blood raced with excitement and panic. Lori never knew anything like this. Back home, sex was quiet, awkward, and frustrating. No handcuffs during sex. No laughs. Just tension and a lot of things left unsaid. Here? This was wild. This was real. And maybe a little ridiculous—but it was his kind of ridiculous.

Sunny’s voice cut through the tension, dripping with mischief. “Community service, remember?”

Dean shook his head, disbelief mingling with that ever-present grin. “You’re in the shower with the Deputy Sheriff?”

Sam pointed at the handcuffs like they were the smoking gun. “And what’s with those?”

Rick flushed but didn’t try to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips. “Uh… just some community service with benefits.” Sunny winked as she pulled on her clothes behind Rick.

Dean grunted with annoyed exasperation, low and slow. “Sunny, you’re fucking impossible.”

“Pot, meet Kettle.” Sunny shot back tartly, moving next to Rick, tugging on a hoodie over her damp head of hair. 

Rick glanced down at the towel, tugging it a little tighter as if it could somehow cover his embarrassment. But really, he was already hooked on this messy, loud, unexpected new tangent on life Sunny was dragging him into, and picking up his clothes. As Rick moved into the bathroom to dress, he listened to Sunny and her brothers behind the door.

Sam, still cautious, took a sip of coffee. “Come on, Sunny.”

Sunny’s grin widened. “Bring me a donut, and maybe I won’t bring a guy next time.”

Dean and Sam shared a look, shaking their heads like they’d just lost a bet. “Nope.”

Rick raised an eyebrow, dressed in his uniform and opening the door. “I think I’ve earned a donut.”

Sunny’s laughter filled the room, handcuffs jangling in time like a mischievous little soundtrack as she moved the handcuffs over to Rick. “You earned it, sugar.” Sunny’s brothers both cringed, choosing to just wash down their commentary with gulps of coffee and filling their mouths with donuts. 

And in that moment, Rick realized maybe this chaos—this sass and sassiness and chaos—was exactly the kind of morning he needed to start his new life.

[ankhmutes]

So I had to do another mood-board. This is for a fic I'm working on (ish). What if Dean and Sam had a sister.... This hit me in the head a few days ago and I've kind of been sitting on it but I just had to do this.

She has no real name- she can be any of us- but I gave her the nickname Sunny. Because she just lights up a room in her own special way. And Daryl Dixon calls her "sunshine" and it just sticks.

So... Welcome, Sunny! <3 I can see her swooping in town, making special friends with the local boys, and then swooping out with her brothers after the hunt is done.

and yes, I'll eventually do Dean at some point but his little sister just was begging to be written.

[ankhmutes]

Forbidden Fruit (Richie/Berzatto sister)

So I did a thing I never thought I would do.

Wrote a one-shot smutty thing about Richie and a Berzatto sister. I hope y'all enjoy. It is unedited, done under the influence of a big fat beer and pizza. Honestly, I'm half horny for Jon Bernthal (Mikey) not even remotely interested in Richie, but my brain wouldn't let go of this plot bunny.

Minors please do not interact, since ya know, sex and all of that. Proceed at your own risk.

Richie knew he was fucked, when he set eyes on Mikey’s shadow, the youngest Berzatto girl. He remembered her as an annoying tag-along always in ripped jeans and Converse, always trying to chase after him and Michael. He’d chase her away, make her play with Carmy and Sugar. She and Michael shared the same dark curls, dark eyes, with the mischievous playful streak of pure hell and terror for anyone who dared to get close to them. Every family portrait, you could see the chocolate-haired and tattered bookends, with the graceful blonde Carmy and Sugar right smack in between. 

Until Michael ate his gun. 

Carmy flew home from New York. 

Shadow flew home from Seattle. No one knew where she had been, bumming around the pacific northwest, hunting for fucking bigfoot or taking pictures of trees or some bullshit, until sugar called her. 

“you gotta come home.”

Like they knew she’d come hurtling back, as if she heard Michael’s voice asking her to come play. 

There were no more games. There would be no more fights, no more screaming, no more forks thrown at the dinner table. 

It was friends and family night, and he hadn’t recognized her.  at first, at least. He wasn’t used to Michael’s Shadow with long hair, not since she had chopped it short after he and Michael had put gum into it. Her braces had disappeared, her smile a beaming smile that he saw every day in Michael’s face. Michael’s eyes staring at him. 

He remembered seeing her at the funeral, but that was a fucking funeral. His brain had been somewhere else, with Michael, in the ground. Now, he was alive, and his brain was telling him that this, this was something to be happy about. 

“You’re home!”

“What?”

“Shadow! She’s home.” Natalie said, shoving Richie to the side, throwing her arms around the tiny girl. When she had been tiny, thought Richie as he gawked down at the girl, just about Carmy’s height. Wild brown curls tangled with blonde, and Richie shut his mouth as he stared down at the youngest Berzatto. 

He had never seen her in a dress, Richie realized belatedly as he stared at the long legs; a small excuse of a dress wrapped around the soft curves of an actual woman with breasts- Before Richie could mentally compare the breasts in the dress to fruit, Sugar had her turned around, and Fak was in the way. 

Fuckng Fak, thought Richie as he blinked for a minute and concentrated on his job. He had to make the people happy. 

“Sit here, have my seat, keep him company.” Sugar said with a wink as she shoved the girl down in her seat. The younger girl giggled and nodded as she leaned forward, greeting her brother in law and exclaiming in delight over the baby and the restaurant. 

“Did you tell her?” Fak asked, peeking over Natalie’s shoulder, as Shadow glanced up  from her chatter and smiled, fucking smiled, right at Richie with that mischievous spark that he could remember in Mikey’s eye, which meant–She was up to no good. 

Blinking, Richie turned on his heel and tried not to blush, his hard-on trying to blast through his pants. Smoothing down his tie, Richie thrust himself into the work. Chatter in the kitchen picked up once Sugar announced that Shadow was here, and Mom was quickly forgotten. Richie blinked away his thoughts, throwing himself into his work and trying not to remember just exactly why he didn’t like Shadow hanging around so much… 

He remembered the painful hard -ons he had to endure during that last summer, before she left. That tiny little green bikini of hers, and the tank tops that did nothing to hide the pert little nipples he had fantasized about every night for several months, after he had accidentally gotten a glimpse of her breasts when her top came off at the pool.

The sounds of Sugar chattering with Shadow brought him back to reality, as the service ended. Fak was hanging about, his eyes eating her up, just like Richie was, and Richie let out a long sigh, running his hands along his scalp as he moved further away from Shadow, but keeping an eye on Fak.

“Carmy did what?” Shadow giggled, her hand over her mouth as she leaned into sugar, one hand holding on to a wine glass. Fak was at her side, telling her the story of why Carmy was not there in the kitchen, his eyes moving to her breasts every so often, and then darting up after a quick second. Richie scowled, annoyed that Shadow had moved from the dining room into the kitchen- his space- and was leaning on Fak, her breasts moving up against his arm every time she moved. His brain hurt, from trying to suppress the memories of the dusky pink nipples that hid behind the dress.

“Didn’t he have a girlfriend? I thought it was Sydney? I’m so sorry-” the little Berzatto said, blushing as her dark curls got everywhere, flying as she turned her head from Sydney to Sugar. Sydney stuttered, and Sugar giggled loudly, gasping with laughter. Girlish chatter filled the silent echo of the kitchen as everyone cleaned and put away things after service. Memories of watching Shadow at the Beef made Richie scowl ferociously. He didn’t want to remember trying not to stare at her tits too much when she came by on a hot day with ice cream for him and Michael. Fak caught Richie’s eye and shifted back slightly, ducking his head and keeping his eyes off of her tits. 

As always, Shadow was an echo of Michael. It was as if Michael had come back- for a few seconds at a time, with a laugh or twinkle of her eye at a word said a certain way- Richie blinked hard and slunk into the office to escape from the sudden sharp stab of memories threatening to gut him. 

He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to see Shadow, all grown. Shadow was supposed to be like sugar, just like a sister or something. A chick that was pretty, was nice, but you didn’t want to fuck. The word fuck shouldn’t be on your mind when you looked at her. Hell, she was the chick who stuck lollipops on his car windshield, shattering it to pieces. He shouldn't be getting turned on by her.

It was as if his dick had a mind of its own. He tried to tune out the loud chatter from the kitchen. His hand hurt, and he belatedly realized he had been holding his hand into a tight fist the entire time. 

Breathe, thought Richie. You can do this. His eyes darted to the poster, covering up one of many secrets. Richie’s eyes darted to the darkened office door, and he let out a sigh, sitting down in the desk chair and putting his head on the desk. 

He needed to clear his head. 

You know what you really want, his traitorous mind whispered to him. He gulped, his hand brushing along the strained tent in his pants. Heat shot through his body as he tried to think of the reasons why he shouldn’t even be thinking of Shadow in this way. Shadow was Mikey’s little sister, the annoying tag-along that would set off fireworks under his car, or dump all of their beer because they refused to let her have any. Not the girl that ran around in a green bikini top, nipples poking through and cut-off shorts so short you could practically see her thong if she bent over just right....a

“Richie? Cousin?” Shadow’s voice burst through the bubble of solitude Richie had found into the office. 

“Uh- here.” Richie said, leaning against the desk in hopes it would hide him from the waist down; he couldn’t think he could get any harder, as his eyes caught sight of her dress. He had never seen her in a dress, and she had the perfect body for a dress, all curves and softness in the right places. 

“You’re hiding away from everybody- you’re turning into fucking Carmy.” the girl mocked, a flash of Mikey echoing in her taunting grin. Her eyes roved over the office, studying everything with a slight squint. “Got a smoke?” she asked, turning to glance down at Richie, her wide brown eyes glinting. Richie shook his head, not wanting his hands anywhere near his dick, and not trusting his mouth right now. 

“Fuck, I’ve never had you this quiet. Something wrong?” Shadow asked, genuine concern softening her tone. Leaning forward, she opened a drawer, searching for cigarettes in the usual hidey-holes that Michael would have had, or Carmy, or one of the boys. 

“Oh- wait, that’s’ not a pack of cigarettes, is it?” Shadow gasped out in amusement as her hand landed on Richie’s lap, about to lean over to hunt into a side drawer. 

“Nope, ain’t it.” Richie choked out, half-chuckling. Shadow’s eyes blinked and Richie held his breath, unsure of what exactly would happen. He could envision Carmy and Sugar barging in, yelling at him for daring to even have a hard-on near their little sister. Alternatively, Shadow would just laugh and run away, saying something about dick size. 

What he didn’t expect, however, was Shadow to grin that Michael-grin and get on her fucking knees. Richie was at a loss of words, watching Shadow undo his belt, and take his dick out, stroking it gently with her fingers. Richie watched her pink manicured nails gently trace over the vein, and it bobbed in a greeting, begging for more. 

“What are you waiting for? The door’s locked and everything.” Shadow said, eyes moving up to meet Richie’s, a cocky grin spreading along her features, and her hands busily scooting her body up against the desk, allowing Richie to cradle her body between his knees. It wasn’t until Shadow nudged him, that Richie allowed himself to accept that it was actually happening. 

“I accept that.” Richie stuttered out gently, blinking as he stood, still not quite believing that this was happening. “You really need this, don’t you?” he realized as he looked into her eyes, seeing the need and mischief in her eyes. 

“You’ll have to get me dirty, you know- I wasn’t exactly planning on this happening, but I lov–” Shadow said as she tilted her head, dark curls falling over her shoulders. Richie chuckled, and leaned forward to shut her up with a long kiss, his hands moving down to gently stroke her legs. It was a blissful moment that Richie relished, his hands moving up slowly to massage her hips, slowly coaxing the panties down past her knees, and gently spreading her knees. 

“I’ve gotta taste, ya know.” Richie said as he licked his lips, getting on his knees and burying his nose in her scent, taking in each sweet taste and smell, her heat overwhelming all of his senses. Richie moaned as his mouth took over, exploring each slick fold that she presented, holding on to her as she squirmed against his mouth. 

“I think you– you definitely know what you’re doing.” Shadow whimpered, her breathing echoing throughout the small office. “You– you— c’mere, Richie–” 

“No, no- not until I’ve tasted everything.” Richie said, lapping at Shadow, his fingers moving in and out of her, rising to mutter dirty things in her ear, fingering her until she came all over his fingers. Richie moved his hand  up, smirking as he licked his fingers clean of her taste. 

“Finger-licking good, yeah.” Richie leaned forward, lining himself up with her core. “But I still gotta make sure.” Richie slid into her ever so slowly, laying her back along the length of the desk. He slid her dress down around her waist, revealing a strapless bra, sliding it down and leaning forward to suckle on her breasts, he had dreamed of sampling the sweet flesh since he had seen them neatly tucked away in the dress at the start of the evening. 

“Richie.” Shadow whimpered, Richie’s mouth moving from one breast to another, making sure to knead and massage each to keep her panting and whimpering. When he was sure he wouldn’t come on the spot, Richie started moving again. His motions slid the desk ever so slightly. 

Richie fucked her gently and slowly, ever so quietly that the only sounds that could be heard were their bodies moving together and the creaking of the desk. Shadow’s legs held on to Richie, held him close to her as he plunged into her flesh, moving faster as he could feel her tighter than ever, squeezing his cock so beautifully. Richie held on to Shadow, watching her come and his resolve shattered, his movements becoming ragged and out of control, fucking her hard into the desk. The desk ended up crashing into the wall.  Richie slid out, just in time as his come hit the ground, gasping 

“Fuck, if they didn’t hear that–”

“Hurry up, before someone comes.” Richie said, panting as he grabbed his belt and a handkerchief, cleaning up the mess while Shadow righted herself, the two moving the desk back. 

“You okay?” knocks on the door. 

“Yeah, yeah,yeah.” Richie said with a sigh. “Just– letting off some steam. Be right there.” He could hear Sugar asking about Carmy, if he was out of the refrigerator yet. Fak’s voice murmured answers, and the voices moved further away. 

“Well- “ Shadow began with a sigh, running her hand through her hair. “If you ever… need some more stress relief, I may be in town for a little while longer, maybe?”

“I wouldn’t complain, no. I– I didn’t expect you.” Richie said after a long pause as he fiddled with the doorknob, on the edge of leaving. Shadow wasn’t exactly a once and done fuck, he wasn’t sure he was even that kind of guy. It had been ages since he had even thought of doing something like that. Hell, he hadn’t been divorced that long, had he?

“I’m sure you’ll find me if you need me.” Shadow said with a soft laugh, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss Richie on the side of his stubbled jaw. “Give me whisker burn anytime.” she winked, giving herself a last once-over before leaving the office in a whirlwind of brown curls, twinkling brown eyes and mischievous smiles. 

It was as if Michael hadn’t left, thought Richie for a brief moment, listening to the girls chattering to Carmy in the refrigerator, scolding him about his girlfriend; or new lack thereof. 

A jab of guilt shot through Richie as he moved out of the office, spotting a photo of Michael, fully realizing that he had just fucked his little sister, his best friend’s little sister, and– wanted it. Wanted some more. 

“Sorry, cousin.” Richie whispered, tugging at his belt, adjusting his tie as he nodded up towards the photo briefly in an acknowledgement of Mikey. He was pretty sure this wasn’t incest, since they weren’t actually related, but still- 

She was a Berzatto. That came pretty damn close. 

“Watch out!” sparks flew as the saw finally brought freedom to Carmy, and all thoughts of his interlude with Shadow left his mind, his attention swept up in the drama. 

It wasn’t until he was lying in bed, alone in the dark, that he had finally realized what he had done. 

He had tasted the forbidden fruit of a Berzatto, and craved it. 

He needed more. He was rock-hard again at the thought and memory of her tight around him; his hands clutched at his sheets, and he blinked up at the dark nothingness that was his ceiling. 

What was this? Richie’s hand automatically went to his dick, his mind replayed the encounter with more fervor, promising himself he’d call her in the morning….

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MASH and Zombies

Something supernatural this way comes to the MASH unit. Slight crossover with Supernatural if you look for it. (Hawkeye/Mulcahy).

**Link coming soon**

Sons of Anarchy

A Charming Journey Home (Tig/Chibs/Reader)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Joel Miller

Smoky Kisses in the Moonlight (Joel/Reader)

Bored at the Blue Ox (Joel/Reader)

The Walking Dead

I had a Wife (Rickyl, Daryl/Reader) on hiatus

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Catfish Charlie (Rickyl)

That Dixon Boy (Merle one-shot)

Chapter 1: Bad Boy Shane (Shane Walsh x Sunny)

Chapter 2: The Indecent Mr. Miller (Joel Miller x Sunny)

Chapter 3: Officer Friendly (Rick Grimes x Sunny)

Chapter 4: The Biker & The Scot (Tig x Sunny x Chibs)

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Sunny's Boys: Bad Boy Shane

I couldn't resist. I had to post this. This is unfixed, fresh, raw off the press like I usually post, so I apologize for errors. This takes place in my King's River universe and you can see it if you squint, but can be stand-alone as well if you want to ignore the Easter eggs.

Warning: Unprotected Sex somewhere in here. Minors, please do not interact. Thank you.

You are the little sister of Sam & Dean Winchester. You keep yourself out of trouble by tending bar....people just love you and end up calling you Sunny, and the name just....stuck.

You were tending bar in this dinky town in Georgia, while your brothers were hunting somewhere up in the pacific northwest. Last you heard, there was some weird-ass thing in Oregon that had stranded them in a town full of demons or Sasquatches or something or other. You weren’t worried. Your brothers could handle themselves, and you’d just know if something happened to them.

You were working a hunt in the next town over, but you needed some legit money and you didn’t totally trust the way your brothers made their money, but it was a nice side hustle, that was for sure. You ended up tending bar at Harvelle’s half the time, and that had led you to your current situation, tending bar at the hole-in-the -wall tavern on the side of the highway at the edge of King’s River. You refused to enter the town, there was something wrong with the town. You could feel it in your bones, so you were content to tend bar at the edge. You would leave King’s River to Bobby, your brothers, or your dad- if you ever saw the motherfucker again. 

You eyed the two men coming into the bar. You knew they were sheriff’s deputies- they had been called over to Whitney’s several times since you had started working there, but this time they were out of uniform.. And my, were they out of uniform. Your eyes sparkled and you hurried to the back room briefly, using the secret employee bathroom to freshen yourself up and make sure the girls were nice and perky. You freshened up your gloss, hoisted the boobs, and tugged down the ripped collar of your Jack Daniels tank top a bit more. You were blessed with an amazing firecracker body, and you knew just how to use it. You needed to take advantage of the chance that your brothers were not in town. You’d see how many hot men you could land…

You sauntered out of the bathroom, all big brown eyes and a knowing smile. 

“Hi there, boys.”  you smile your brightest smile at Rick n’ Shane. You knew you’d pull both boys, but the only question was when. And you felt lucky tonight. After all, you had your lucky panties on. “What’s it gonna be tonight? I see no badges, so it’s my lucky night.” you flirt shamelessly with Rick and Shane. Rick blushes and looks askance, his eyes skittering everywhere but you as he shyly asks for a beer. You bend over to the cooler, making sure your butt was on full view for the boys, tugging your shirt ever so slightly so your nipples would be nice and perky from the cold burst of air. 

“That’ll be a fiver, officer friendly.” you say with a wink at Rick. Rick nodded, slipping you a ten and told you to keep the change. You smiled and tucked away the ten, giving yourself the change and tucking it away nicely in your tip jar, which was your bra. Shane grinned and nudged Rick, who just nodded and took slow sips of his beer, his cheeks still red. 

“I’ll just have what you’re having, darling.” Shane said with a wink. You could drown in those brown eyes, full of sparkly mischief. You poured Shane a whiskey and coke, and slid him the drink, picking up a cherry and sliding it through your lips to give it a kiss before dunking it in the drink. 

“Can’t forget a bit of sugar for your drink, ya know.” you smile saucily at Shane, winking at him as you saunter off to take care of the customers, making sure to slide a few winks and grins Shane’s way. You could see by the way Shane was enjoying himself, that you would be the center of attention soon. You decided to milk it a bit, just a teeny bit to see if he would get jealous, or if he would just smirk and enjoy the show. 

You served the Dixons a coke each, cutting off Merle and telling Daryl he’d better take his brother home before he got himself into trouble. The handsome little brother nodded, silently dropping the entirety of their tab on the counter and yelling at Merle to get his ugly ass outta the door. 

The T & M boys were rowdier than the Dixons, two of them flirting shamelessly with you as you handed them their round of beers. You giggled as one of them slid a ten down your back pocket, whispering that you were a nice slow drink of whiskey on a hot evening. You shivered at the imagery as you thanked him with a wink and an extra saunter back to the counter. You could feel Shane’s eyes on you the whole night. You were his prey, or was it the other way around, you wondered as your doe brown eyes widened ever so slightly, at the look Shane shot you. 

“You know, it’s about time for my break.” you found yourself announcing, leaning forward to Rick, giving him a shot. Rick blushed, smiling as he sipped at his beer and murmured he was good for now. Your eyes slid over to Shane, as you tugged slightly at his jacket. Shane leaned back in his seat and tilted his head, his eyes glinting with lust as he eyed you up and down. 

“I think when your shift’s over…. It’ll be time to play.” Shane said with a wide grin as he leaned forward to whisper, “after all, I’m enjoying the show.”  You felt your stomach drop, and your panties were soaked. You hadn’t planned on this twist on things. You gulped slightly, brows raising as you reminded yourself not to tip your hand and show too much interest. After all you did understand where he was coming from, most of the thrill came from the chase and the previews. 

“Well, all right then. I’ll be back in ten, gonna grab a smoke.” You went out back, leaning on the siding and thinking of what to do. It was hard to phase a bad boy, they had seen it all, done it all. You had heard about some of his exploits from Rick himself, and it didn’t help that he was older… by quite a few years. 

Okay, he was not quite a Hot Older Man™ like the Dixons and the T & M boys were, and you were fresh out of … well, whatever. Sam was a law school dropout, and Dean had barely made it out of high school. You had only achieved an AA degree, enough to get into nursing school, before dropping out, and ending up here. You had no illusions about how far you could get with Shane… and you knew you’d have to make your experience count. You rubbed your thighs together, and the idea hit you like lightning. 

You looked around, and hurried back inside, making sure your cigarette was put out before doing the deed. You were sure you had to be drunk, but you had only sneaked two sips of Shane’s drink, not even close to get you buzzed. Yet here you were. Your black silk thong tucked away in your pocket. 

“Hey there handsome.” you say to Shane, sliding up to him and making sure he had full eye contact with your chest as you asked if he wanted a refill. 

“One more for the road, sure.” he said with a nod as he leaned back in his chair, ready for the show he would get. You flipped tables on him, making him his drink professionally, and dropping in a cherry and walking the long-ass way around the bar, right up to him and handing it to him directly. Your hand slid along his arm, and your hand slipped the panties into his pocket, smirking as you whispered the dirtiest thing you had ever heard someone say in his ear and walked right past him, your eyes lighting up as you heard him choke on his drink behind you. 

You sauntered around the room, making sure all the regulars were happy and served, and the new faces were equally as sated, making sure to flirt a little extra with the regulars, knowing that every time someone’s hand strayed closer to your thigh, Shane’s stool would squeal slightly as he shifted in his seat. 

You played this game for a good while, until it was nearly time for your shift to end, and Bill was due to come in to take over for you. It was a perfect ending to the evening, the long-haired redhead was an amazing flirt, and it didn’t help he always wore black leather, and had a mysterious French girlfriend, but Shane didn’t need to know that part. 

“Sunny!” Bill said with a wide grin as he sauntered up to you, giving you a nice smack on the ass. “That’s my beautiful girl, will everything go smoothly?”

“It’s been a slow night, so should be fine....” you said with a nod to Bill, leaning up to give him a nice slow hug, making sure your skirt slid up just- enough-  to taunt Shane. You could hear the stool squeak loudly as Shane shifted in his seat and Rick shot him a dark look. 

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve got ants in your pants, all night long.” Rick said with a scoff. “Go get it out of your system, it can’t be the Dixons, they’re long gone by now.”

“It’s all good.” Shane said with a nod as he shot you a dark look, his eyes darting to the back door. You knew he was practically demanding you meet him out back. You didn’t dare peek down at his pants, you knew he would have quite the tent.  You make the show of gathering your jacket, your small backpack and waving goodbye to everyone, making sure to lean over to give the Teller Morrow boys a warm and fond farewell. You wouldn’t mind if that one handsome Scotsman got a glimpse in the process… maybe he’d make for a good guinea pig for a few ideas you had come up with while teasing Shane all night long. 

“Where have you been?” Shane shot at you in the darkness as you walked towards your jeep. “You’re very naughty, you know. I didn’t think you'd pull this off.” Shane said with a laugh as he held up your panties. You leaned back against the door of the jeep, stretching your body out as Shane latched onto you, his mouth imprinting a small path of hot kisses down your neck, his hands sliding up your body to touch every part of you he could. You felt yourself floating, the waves of heat hitting you like you were a tiny boat out in the middle of the ocean. You could only hang on for dear life, and enjoy the ride. 

“Baby, you have no idea how hard you got me. I could pound nails with this thing.” Shane grunted as his mouth moved lower, his hands cradling your breasts and kneading them gently. “God, the things I want to do to you…you’re a tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat.” His brown eyes stared into yours for a long minute as he breathed out the cold air, smirking as his head tilted towards the jeep. 

“Better not ticket me for public indecency.” you shot out to Shane with a giggle as you unlocked your jeep and scuttled inside, Shane slamming the door behind you and his hands slid around you, his hand finding the spot to make you moan, your hips moving as he finger-fucked you in the backseat of the jeep, only pausing enough to keep you on the edge as he slid his pants down, murmuring dirty things to you, keeping your pussy nice and soaked for him. 

“Come here, sunshine,  promise I’ll be good.” Shane held up a condom, and you giggled. 

“Better be good, I just had this detailed over at Dixon’s.” you gasp and moan as his cock slid right into you, you forgetting everything that had just happened over the last two seconds. You weren’t one for small talk or witty banter. Right now you needed that hot dick, and you needed it now. 

“Oh, I’m more than good, sunny.” Shane panted out as he slid out, teasing you as he gripped your ass, giving you a spank each time he slid out, your ass glinting nice and pink in the darkness under the streetlight in the parking lot. The Jeep rocked forward with each thrust of Shane’s hips, and a loud smack broke the silence, your whimpering increasing with each smack. 

“Oh god, sunshine. C’mon, Sunny. C’mon.” Shane goaded, panting as you could hear it in his voice, he was getting closer and closer with each thrust, his hands teasing your breasts as he held on to them. A long moment later, his hands moved down to your hips, and you could feel him come, hear the hot gasps as his body shuddered. . 

‘Shaaaaane.” you could hear yourself whine, as you impaled yourself on his cock even harder, Shane gasping as you milked him dry.  “Shane.” You finally panted out, as Shane slid out of you and took care of business. 

You had your panties on, and you were ready to go home. You looked at Shane with a grin like the cat who got in the cream. You had pressed a post-it with the hotel and room number in his hand.

“You know where to find me.”

You had left Shane behind in the parking lot. You knew Shane wasn’t the type for cuddling, for pleasantries, for…. Anything, really. He was amazing, and you’d fuck him again in a heartbeat. You were pretty sure though, that he had his eye on someone. And you didn’t want to get into that hot mess. No, you were just fine having a wonderful one night stand with a hot police officer. You had learned from your brother, not to mess around with the people. They were all good, but you couldn’t stay. 

You wouldn’t stay. You had learned from Daddy, that there was no place to call home… unless your brothers were there too. 

The hotel phone rang, and you let out a groan. You were pretty sure only three people could find you, and you really didn’t want to talk to any of them right now. You were still riding that post-sex high that you had gotten from Shane. 

“Yeah?” you asked, stretching out on the bed. 

“We’re coming your way. Bobby told us.”

“What?” you groaned as you flopped on your side.

“Haven’t you heard?”

“Well, the cop I just fucked didn’t say a damn thing to me about that.” you whined into the phone. You could hear cranky noises from your brothers. “So you’re one up on me.”

“Sunny, come on, don’t be like Dean, that’s just gross.” Sam whined on the phone. You grinned. You always had fun poking at your brothers, they were such hypocritical babies. You murmured a goodbye as you heard a knock on the door. 

Shane. He actually had shown up for an encore performance. You grinned and hopped up from the bed, opening the door for him. He looked cocky, handsome and sure of himself. It was definitely going to be a night where you would be on top. 

You were on top,  but then you decided to clean up. It was the clean up that had you both giggling, and  you told Shane he could crash and sleep it off after you had given him a blowjob, since both of you had polished off the minibar. The morning came, bright and early and contrary to your nickname, you were not sunshine in the morning. You and Shane were rudely awakened by your brothers swinging the door open. 

“God damnit, Sunny. I didn’t need that.” Dean grunted as he thumped his bags down and shielding his eyes, Sam openly staring at Shane, who had leaped out of the bed fully nude, gun in hand.

“Yeah, he’s the cop.” you said as you sat up in bed, holding the sheet up to your breasts. “Can’t I get a break or something? Rosie’s has got pie. Klinger's gonna make sure it’s on the house if you say it’s for me n' Shane. Coffee, too. Two coffees.”  You boss your brothers out of the door, the two of them protesting yet allowing you to slam the door in their faces.

“What the fuck?”

“Big brothers. They’re investigators.” you said smoothly as you got dressed. “Did something happen recently? That’s the only reason they’d bust in like this.” you said as you eyed Shane, giving him a playful swat on his butt as he put on his pants. You couldn’t help yourself, he looked so cute getting dressed and you knew this would be the last time to get up and personal. You seized the opportunity, since he did clearly have  decent morning wood…. 

You slid behind him and toyed with the waistband of his pants, turning him around to face you. He was slightly stunned as you got on your knees and slid his shorts down, sliding his slightly hardening dick in your mouth. It was wet and firm, your mouth sliding up and down working him like a popsicle. He gulped and groaned, leaning against the wall while you blew him and he came down your throat, your mouth disposing of all the evidence. You rose to your feet as if nothing had happened. 

“Uh.. yeah, yeah. We weren’t supposed to say anything. Captain Riker has got us buttoned down tight.” Shane pulled on his shirt and cap, still trying to catch his breath from the surprise blow job as Sam and Dean came back in, coffee in hand.  “Thanks, dude. Will put in a word with Cap for ya..” Shane said with a cocky shit-eating grin as he grabbed his coffee from Dean, and sauntered out of the hotel room. You could hear your brothers bitching him out, and you tuned them out as you grabbed your cup.

One down……

your mind is already thinking of the wide selection you had at the roadhouse. Perhaps, just perhaps, King's River wasn’t actually all bad…. 

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Random thoughts late at night

I've always wanted to read an historical fanfiction with my favorite ships/fandoms. I keep seeing The Walking Dead taking place during different eras in history with different scenarios. These gems are free for the taking and if you roll with it, please let me know so I can read it!

1779

The roads were silent, rain dripping down on the cobblestones while the only sound could be heard was Reverend Greene's. It was the sabbath, and everyone in Alexandria was in the church, observing the sabbath. Even the two Dixon brothers, who sat in the last pew, their frayed and threadbare clothes clean and hair tied back with thin ribbons. The silence was broken with shots in the distance.

"It's Alain's men. Come to seize the town!" Mr. Eugene shouted, his chubby face breaking out in a sweat. Goodwife Grimes gasped, gathering her son and small daughter to her chest. Constable Grimes stood up, shouting for the men to join him, and for Reverend Greene to watch over the women and children.

"We can kick their arse. We were with General Washington, sir." The elder Dixon said with a grunt, lifting up a rifle while his younger brother picked up a bow and arrow.

1867

"Sheriff Rick, The Dixons are in town again. Should I ...?"

"No Shane, just make sure all of the sheep are locked up. I still worry about Merle sometimes."

"He didn't really ..."

"No, but I've heard stories about the men he used to run with. Old Joe had strange tastes." Rick scowled down at the wanted posters that were stacked on his desk. Shane let out a small grunt, his neck cracking as he stretched. Peletier let out a loud fart, breaking the silence and making Rick and Shane decide to leave the jail for some fresh air.

"Let's go over to Greene's. Someone will know something. At the very least, we need the fresh air."

1917

"Captain Dixon,you must sit and rest-"

"I gotta find my brother."

"Not with that hand, you aren't. Sit, let me fix it, and then we can find him." Carol said briskly, shooting a fierce glare at the soldier with his severed hand in his lap.

"He's too sweet for war, my baby brother." was the last thing the soldier said as he passed out from blood loss. Carol helped Dr. Rovia take Captain Dixon over to surgery. She really hoped that the Captain could find his brother, she remembered the brilliant blue eyes of the younger Dixon.

1950

"Your son has Polio, Mr. Grimes. I'm sorry- he'll have to stay here to recover." Dr. Greene said with a sad sigh as he watched the little boy slumber fitfully in the bed.

Rick felt the ground fall out from under him. He had heard stories about Polio, seen what it had done to FDR. At least Carl wasn't in an iron lung, Rick thought with a sigh as he clung to Lori.