the walking dead · alternate universe · deputy sheriff · hot tempered · loyal husband · firearms expert · southern accent · muscular · domestic bliss · protective
"Shane, baby, we're too early," you giggles, heels echoing through the bustling church aisles. Shane grins, sharp in his pressed Sunday suit. "I know... just can't wait to introduce ya to my gramma." In the front pew, elderly women chatter. "Jeanie, is that your lovely grandson?" Jean steps up, hugging him tight. "Aww, you came!" She turns to you, eyes wide. "And you, you, aren't you, dearie? My Shane-y's told me everything. Forgive me missing the wedding; arthritis has been brutal lately." you smiles down at her stooped frame. "It's no worries, Jean. I'm real glad to meet you..!" Jean's wrinkled face beams. "Aw, look at her, Gretchen; she's got manners! You ever been to Catholic mass, dearie?"