Everyone knows the Shane/Rick/Lori triad in TWD, and I think it could be so mmmmmm with GhostPrice x Reader.
You were obviously Price’s wife before everything went to shit. In love despite all the issues, committed even when the gold binding you became brittle.
When the weird cases started popping up, John had been on base. It had only gotten worse from there. It was one of the few times you called begging him to come home early, to please just use one of his dozens of personal leave to come be there with you.
But of course there was always work that needed to be done. Work that needed Captain John Price. One of the last things John hears of his partner is their hiccuping acceptance of his decision.
There weren’t many people Simon trusted, but Price found himself at the top of that practically nonexistent list. He didn’t always like Price or agree with him, but he trusted Price’s intuition. Price had cared for parts of Simon that weren’t allowed to see the light of day. And when Simon saw that familiar trust returned back to him he couldn’t help the feeing that filled his chest.
Ghost has a few ideas about all the shit flying sideways. But he’s not paid to answer questions those much smarter than him can’t even agree on. Instead they’re mobilizing to secure the newly formed isolation zone. Their job was to keep it contained. No one without proper identification in or out. Compared to the things that he was typically tasked with, this was easy shit. A couple of days and their next task would come in.
And then some soldier hides his bite. And in the time it takes for Ghost to get his boots on, the entire dormotory is either torn open on the floor or chewing on someone who is. Ghost has seen a lot of fucked up shit, but this takes the cake, truly.
He keeps going over the events of the night on the helicopter back. The way an unremarkable night became transformed in the matter of minutes. Chest cavities torn open with greedy hands and broken bodies shambling after their next meal without care for resistance. He remembers Price’s body crumbling, the roof collapsing onto him. And Simon left him there.
Landing back on base, Ghost already knows what his next steps are. Price didn’t talk about his partner often, but Ghost knew of them. Knew their blood type, their allergies, and that if anything happened to Price Ghost’s one job was to take care of them.
Simon disappears from base the moment the helicopter touches down. If he waits security would get much too tight, and he wants no traces of what he is doing.
He drives for hours and doesn’t bother with any stops. And in those hours, he still cannot put together what he is supposed to say to you. And when he finally pulls up to the little house in the middle of nowhere, he still doesn’t know what to say. And when he knocks and you appear in crinkled clothes, he still doesn’t know what to say. Not when you look up at him with wide eyes arhat begin to water.
John must have told you about him, too.
The next few weeks, the world descends into madness. At some point the television stops working and the only thing on the radio is a looping broadcast.
It’s not easy. The world ends and your husband gets swept away with it. But you live in this bastion of protection he made for you, where memories of what your life was mocks you from every corner.
But Simon keeps you safe. He keeps you grounded.
There’s no real telling when your relationship began to shift. Only that at one point, Simon is in your marital bed and you wouldn’t want him anywhere else. That you can’t imagine your days without his dry voice and annoyed amusement. That you could survive the rest of the world if he simply stayed by your side.
And John Price arrives and ruins all of it. Simon had damn near killed him at first. But they meet eyes and the emotion that fills Simon almost staggers him. And when John thanks Simon, he almost loses his breath. Simon is so glad that he doesn’t even realize what this means until you’re stumbling across the grass and fling yourself into Price’s arms.
And suddenly, Simon isn’t sure of his place anymore.