The McManus' - Ch. 3: Meeting Glenn
Fandom: TWD
Genre: Horror/Tragedy
Rated: R
Words: 2,893
Pairing(s): Daryl/OC, Rick/OC
Warning(s): none???
Rick scrambled towards the CB radio, knocking his head on the roof of the tank as he stood up too fast, making his head spin and Tyler giggle hysterically. Rolling his eyes at her, he snatched the receiver off and pressed the call button, muttering into it frantically, "Hello? Hello?" There was a pause of static before it crackled again.
"There you are. You had me wondering. Where's the girl?" the voice responded with equal frantic. Tyler shimmied her way over and took the receiver from Rick, who just sat next to her in stunned silence.
"I'm right here," She spoke quickly before Rick took the receiver back.
"Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?" Question after question was fired off as Rick got more anxious; Tyler just rolled her eyes and slapped his arm.
"Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news," Tyler furrowed her eyebrows and tried to snatch the receiver from Rick but he slapped her hand away.
"There's good news?" A hopeful tilt was obvious in his voice and she had to restrain herself from slapping upside the head.
"No," The heavy sigh from Rick actually made Tyler slap him upside the head before wrestling the receiver from him.
"Yeah, I got that," She muttered sarcastically. Rick gave her a look before snatching the receiver out of her hands, making her tsk; he just ignored her.
"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here," Tyler swore her eyes were gonna roll out of her head one of these days because of him.
"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out," Both Rick and Tyler rubbed their faces at that - of course they knew it was bad out there, they just had to live it.
"You're not helping!" Tyler shouted into the receiver, knocking Rick's hand away after she was done.
"Got any advice for me?" He demanded, giving her a long look like a parent scolding their child; Tyler actually had to think for a minute on where he perfected that look before remembering that Rick was a parent.
"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it," Tyler considered it for a minute before shrugging - it was the most logical idea at the moment. Rick didn't think so.
"That's it? "Make a run for it"?" He asked, incredulous. Tyler just stayed quiet, unconsciously knowing that Rick was leader material and the obedient soldier side of her craved for it while her independent woman side was screaming at her to take charge. The only other leader she could think of is her sister and she wasn't even sure she was still alive if the state of the city was anything to go by.
"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?"
"So far," Rick nodded absentmindedly. Tyler figured she'd make use of herself and look around the tank for any spare weapons.
"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?" She snorted silently, knowing that Rick dropped his duffel bag of guns and was probably going to ask if he had time to grab it.
"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?" She knew it, the guy was too predictable sometimes.
"Forget the bag, okay? It's not an option. What do you have on you?" Tyler snorted loudly, earning another look from Rick as she crawled over towards the fallen soldier. She knew he had a gun on him, she saw it before - she just hoped it still had some ammo left in it. Un-holstering the Beretta 92FS, she unclipped the magazine and felt her heart plummet out of her ass - it was fully loaded, never been shot. She eyed the soldier sadly - he never had a chance to use it, getting signed his death right from the get-go. Sighing heavily, she tucked the gun into the back of her pants before checking over his person one more time, eyeing the hand grenade that was strapped to his vest before snatching that.
Looking around the area one more time, she made her way back to Rick, who was sliding up to the CB radio with a shovel in hand. She gave him a look, to which he just shrugged at her.
"Whatcha get?" He asked her, his breathing labored as the temperature in the tank grew the longer they were in there. She debated if she should tell him about the grenade but thought better of it, knowing that the explosion would just draw more towards them - though, if she used the gun, it would draw more in anyways but she had a feeling she'd need the grenade for a later use.
"Got a Beretta, full clip, only one. You?" He just stared dejectedly down at the shovel and she snorted softly, grinning at him cheekily when he glared at her.
"Yeah, yeah. Tyler's got a Beretta, a full clip," She gave him an un-amused look before going over to her fallen backpack and untying her machete. She flashed him the large knife with an even larger grin; Rick just eyed her uncertainly as she took the gun from her waist and tossed it in her bag after checking that the safety was on.
"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards. Be there," Rick nodded before pausing, a thoughtful expression flitting across his face.
"Hey, what's your name?" Tyler stared at him, gobsmacked. Was he seriously asking that now?!
"Have you been listening? You're running out of time," She shook her head at him, still stunned that he would ask a stupid question like that and smack him sharply on the arm.
"Right," He snapped, glaring at her again as he dropped the receiver and moved around her to open the top latch. After a quick peek outside, he bent down to whisper to her.
"I'll go first and take out the one that's sitting out there, I'll give a signal when it's clear. One time use for the shovel," He was just trying to defend his poor excuse for a weapon as he eyed her machete but she let him go anyways, knowing he wouldn't agree to any other plan. She waited while he climbed out and did his thing, fingers tapping against the handle of her machete restlessly before Rick's hand popped out from above and waved two fingers.
Putting the handle between her teeth, she climbed up the small ladder and without waiting for Rick, took off with a slight jog, jumping off the tank followed by a tuck and roll when she landed. Looking behind her, she saw that Rick followed her example but failed to tuck and roll, leading to him landing awkwardly on his ankle. Cursing, she double-backed and pushed him forward, covering his limping self as they ran towards the alley, Tyler taking out any walkers that got too close.
Since Rick only had a six shooter, he deftly dodged any grabby hands and only shot when it was needy, running out of ammo pretty quickly, much to his disappointment. Even if he was out of ammo, he still pointed it at the figure standing in the open gate of the alley they were told to go to.
"Whoa! Not dead! Come on! Come on! Back here! Come on! Come on!" the figure - radio man - shouted, running back down the alley, stopping in front of a ladder that was attached to the side of a building. Tyler ran swiftly behind Rick, still taking out the walkers but there were too many for her to handle at once; still, she made sure Rick climb first as he was the one who was injured and defenseless.
"What are you doing?! Come on!" The radio man shouted down to her and she looked up to see them both staring down at her on a platform - she didn't even notice that Rick was no longer on the ladder. Slicing through a few more walker heads, she started for the ladder, machete between her teeth once more, and kept her feet well out of reach of the hands while she deftly climbed, taking two at a time. It honestly reminded Tyler of her boot camp days and she could feel herself falling in her long craving soldier mode.
"Come on, get up," The radio man panted, holding his hand out for her to take but she ignored it, lifting herself up onto the platform, staring at the two trying to catch their breath with mild amusement.
"You boys need to work out more," She stated, wiping her machete off on her pants; Rick just shook his head at her, finally catching his breath, while the radio man starred at her incredulously.
"Yeah, well, if I knew I would be running into the female G.I. Joe and Clint Eastwood here, I would've ran a few laps ahead of time," He snarked back, ripping his hat off his head to wipe away some sweat from his forehead. Jamming it back on, he breathed, "Nice moves out there, you both come in to clean up the town?" Tyler raised an eyebrow at his sass but she figured it was just the situation he put himself in - he seemed like the type to just do his own thing but follows others.
"It wasn't my intention," Rick defended, hand resting on his holster. Tyler took a peek below and saw that the bottom of the ladder was completely surrounded by walkers. She sighed mentally, knowing that the gun shots brought them in.
"Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass," She noticed he didn't call her a dumbass - he was smart enough to not get on a woman's bad side, especially if they were trained in weapons like she was.
"Rick. Thanks," Rick stuck his hand out, the man briefly shaking it before looking at her hesitatingly; she just raised an eyebrow at him, making a clear show that she didn't want to shake his hand and he awkwardly dropped his hand back to his side.
"Tyler," She muttered finally, after giving him another look-over and smiled briefly. He returned her smile, again, awkwardly. 'Probably isn't used to being around girls,' She thought to herself.
"Glenn. You're welcome," The radio man - Glenn - looked up at the second ladder and saw that it was long and open. If one of them were to fall, there'd be nothing to catch them except the ground. "The bright side: it'll be the fall that kills us. I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy." Tyler snorted to herself, waiting for the other two to make their way up the ladder and safely on the roof before making a move to climb herself.
Like before, her body immediately fell into soldier mode, her feet swinging back and forth as she double-tapped the ladder poles, making it to the top in record time. The boys were still trying to catch their breath for a second time while she just stood there, staring at them. Now, both of them were looking at her with shocked expressions, Rick knowing that she was a Marine but he wasn't fully aware of what she could do until now.
"Seriously, what branch were you?" Glenn exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air with his frustration. She smirked at him as she slide off her backpack, switching her machete for the Beretta before hoisting it up onto her shoulders once more.
"The Corps," Tyler stated simply, shrugging nonchalantly at him as she moved forward, her steps silent on the gravel roof. She wasn't absolutely sure but she knew the boys were sharing a look behind her back, to which she just smirked. 'They haven't seen nothing yet,' She thought, chuckling silently as she jumped from the roof onto the lower one beneath her.
She knew that Glenn was in a group - he had to be, he looked to be fed and his clothes are hardly dirty. Not that she was doubting that he couldn't look after himself, oh no, she was pretty sure he could, he just lacked the confidence it took to make it on his own. They would've been stationed somewhere outside of Atlanta if he was here today, gathering supplies, she supposes; she knew that Rick wanted to find his family and Tyler her sister but if she was playing the scenario correctly in her head, maybe one or the other was with Glenn's group. It was a long shot by anything but it was the best she's got at the moment.
While Tyler knew her sister would've stuck it out there by herself, she might've joined a group to help protect others - it was their job description, after all - and if what Rick told her was anything to go by, his family might've joined the group as they fled from Atlanta.
Tyler just hoped she was right, afraid she'll get Rick's hopes up.
Genre: Horror/Tragedy
Rated: R
Words: 2,893
Pairing(s): Daryl/OC, Rick/OC
Warning(s): none???
Rick scrambled towards the CB radio, knocking his head on the roof of the tank as he stood up too fast, making his head spin and Tyler giggle hysterically. Rolling his eyes at her, he snatched the receiver off and pressed the call button, muttering into it frantically, "Hello? Hello?" There was a pause of static before it crackled again.
"There you are. You had me wondering. Where's the girl?" the voice responded with equal frantic. Tyler shimmied her way over and took the receiver from Rick, who just sat next to her in stunned silence.
"I'm right here," She spoke quickly before Rick took the receiver back.
"Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?" Question after question was fired off as Rick got more anxious; Tyler just rolled her eyes and slapped his arm.
"Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news," Tyler furrowed her eyebrows and tried to snatch the receiver from Rick but he slapped her hand away.
"There's good news?" A hopeful tilt was obvious in his voice and she had to restrain herself from slapping upside the head.
"No," The heavy sigh from Rick actually made Tyler slap him upside the head before wrestling the receiver from him.
"Yeah, I got that," She muttered sarcastically. Rick gave her a look before snatching the receiver out of her hands, making her tsk; he just ignored her.
"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here," Tyler swore her eyes were gonna roll out of her head one of these days because of him.
"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out," Both Rick and Tyler rubbed their faces at that - of course they knew it was bad out there, they just had to live it.
"You're not helping!" Tyler shouted into the receiver, knocking Rick's hand away after she was done.
"Got any advice for me?" He demanded, giving her a long look like a parent scolding their child; Tyler actually had to think for a minute on where he perfected that look before remembering that Rick was a parent.
"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it," Tyler considered it for a minute before shrugging - it was the most logical idea at the moment. Rick didn't think so.
"That's it? "Make a run for it"?" He asked, incredulous. Tyler just stayed quiet, unconsciously knowing that Rick was leader material and the obedient soldier side of her craved for it while her independent woman side was screaming at her to take charge. The only other leader she could think of is her sister and she wasn't even sure she was still alive if the state of the city was anything to go by.
"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?"
"So far," Rick nodded absentmindedly. Tyler figured she'd make use of herself and look around the tank for any spare weapons.
"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?" She snorted silently, knowing that Rick dropped his duffel bag of guns and was probably going to ask if he had time to grab it.
"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?" She knew it, the guy was too predictable sometimes.
"Forget the bag, okay? It's not an option. What do you have on you?" Tyler snorted loudly, earning another look from Rick as she crawled over towards the fallen soldier. She knew he had a gun on him, she saw it before - she just hoped it still had some ammo left in it. Un-holstering the Beretta 92FS, she unclipped the magazine and felt her heart plummet out of her ass - it was fully loaded, never been shot. She eyed the soldier sadly - he never had a chance to use it, getting signed his death right from the get-go. Sighing heavily, she tucked the gun into the back of her pants before checking over his person one more time, eyeing the hand grenade that was strapped to his vest before snatching that.
Looking around the area one more time, she made her way back to Rick, who was sliding up to the CB radio with a shovel in hand. She gave him a look, to which he just shrugged at her.
"Whatcha get?" He asked her, his breathing labored as the temperature in the tank grew the longer they were in there. She debated if she should tell him about the grenade but thought better of it, knowing that the explosion would just draw more towards them - though, if she used the gun, it would draw more in anyways but she had a feeling she'd need the grenade for a later use.
"Got a Beretta, full clip, only one. You?" He just stared dejectedly down at the shovel and she snorted softly, grinning at him cheekily when he glared at her.
"Yeah, yeah. Tyler's got a Beretta, a full clip," She gave him an un-amused look before going over to her fallen backpack and untying her machete. She flashed him the large knife with an even larger grin; Rick just eyed her uncertainly as she took the gun from her waist and tossed it in her bag after checking that the safety was on.
"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards. Be there," Rick nodded before pausing, a thoughtful expression flitting across his face.
"Hey, what's your name?" Tyler stared at him, gobsmacked. Was he seriously asking that now?!
"Have you been listening? You're running out of time," She shook her head at him, still stunned that he would ask a stupid question like that and smack him sharply on the arm.
"Right," He snapped, glaring at her again as he dropped the receiver and moved around her to open the top latch. After a quick peek outside, he bent down to whisper to her.
"I'll go first and take out the one that's sitting out there, I'll give a signal when it's clear. One time use for the shovel," He was just trying to defend his poor excuse for a weapon as he eyed her machete but she let him go anyways, knowing he wouldn't agree to any other plan. She waited while he climbed out and did his thing, fingers tapping against the handle of her machete restlessly before Rick's hand popped out from above and waved two fingers.
Putting the handle between her teeth, she climbed up the small ladder and without waiting for Rick, took off with a slight jog, jumping off the tank followed by a tuck and roll when she landed. Looking behind her, she saw that Rick followed her example but failed to tuck and roll, leading to him landing awkwardly on his ankle. Cursing, she double-backed and pushed him forward, covering his limping self as they ran towards the alley, Tyler taking out any walkers that got too close.
Since Rick only had a six shooter, he deftly dodged any grabby hands and only shot when it was needy, running out of ammo pretty quickly, much to his disappointment. Even if he was out of ammo, he still pointed it at the figure standing in the open gate of the alley they were told to go to.
"Whoa! Not dead! Come on! Come on! Back here! Come on! Come on!" the figure - radio man - shouted, running back down the alley, stopping in front of a ladder that was attached to the side of a building. Tyler ran swiftly behind Rick, still taking out the walkers but there were too many for her to handle at once; still, she made sure Rick climb first as he was the one who was injured and defenseless.
"What are you doing?! Come on!" The radio man shouted down to her and she looked up to see them both staring down at her on a platform - she didn't even notice that Rick was no longer on the ladder. Slicing through a few more walker heads, she started for the ladder, machete between her teeth once more, and kept her feet well out of reach of the hands while she deftly climbed, taking two at a time. It honestly reminded Tyler of her boot camp days and she could feel herself falling in her long craving soldier mode.
"Come on, get up," The radio man panted, holding his hand out for her to take but she ignored it, lifting herself up onto the platform, staring at the two trying to catch their breath with mild amusement.
"You boys need to work out more," She stated, wiping her machete off on her pants; Rick just shook his head at her, finally catching his breath, while the radio man starred at her incredulously.
"Yeah, well, if I knew I would be running into the female G.I. Joe and Clint Eastwood here, I would've ran a few laps ahead of time," He snarked back, ripping his hat off his head to wipe away some sweat from his forehead. Jamming it back on, he breathed, "Nice moves out there, you both come in to clean up the town?" Tyler raised an eyebrow at his sass but she figured it was just the situation he put himself in - he seemed like the type to just do his own thing but follows others.
"It wasn't my intention," Rick defended, hand resting on his holster. Tyler took a peek below and saw that the bottom of the ladder was completely surrounded by walkers. She sighed mentally, knowing that the gun shots brought them in.
"Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass," She noticed he didn't call her a dumbass - he was smart enough to not get on a woman's bad side, especially if they were trained in weapons like she was.
"Rick. Thanks," Rick stuck his hand out, the man briefly shaking it before looking at her hesitatingly; she just raised an eyebrow at him, making a clear show that she didn't want to shake his hand and he awkwardly dropped his hand back to his side.
"Tyler," She muttered finally, after giving him another look-over and smiled briefly. He returned her smile, again, awkwardly. 'Probably isn't used to being around girls,' She thought to herself.
"Glenn. You're welcome," The radio man - Glenn - looked up at the second ladder and saw that it was long and open. If one of them were to fall, there'd be nothing to catch them except the ground. "The bright side: it'll be the fall that kills us. I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy." Tyler snorted to herself, waiting for the other two to make their way up the ladder and safely on the roof before making a move to climb herself.
Like before, her body immediately fell into soldier mode, her feet swinging back and forth as she double-tapped the ladder poles, making it to the top in record time. The boys were still trying to catch their breath for a second time while she just stood there, staring at them. Now, both of them were looking at her with shocked expressions, Rick knowing that she was a Marine but he wasn't fully aware of what she could do until now.
"Seriously, what branch were you?" Glenn exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air with his frustration. She smirked at him as she slide off her backpack, switching her machete for the Beretta before hoisting it up onto her shoulders once more.
"The Corps," Tyler stated simply, shrugging nonchalantly at him as she moved forward, her steps silent on the gravel roof. She wasn't absolutely sure but she knew the boys were sharing a look behind her back, to which she just smirked. 'They haven't seen nothing yet,' She thought, chuckling silently as she jumped from the roof onto the lower one beneath her.
She knew that Glenn was in a group - he had to be, he looked to be fed and his clothes are hardly dirty. Not that she was doubting that he couldn't look after himself, oh no, she was pretty sure he could, he just lacked the confidence it took to make it on his own. They would've been stationed somewhere outside of Atlanta if he was here today, gathering supplies, she supposes; she knew that Rick wanted to find his family and Tyler her sister but if she was playing the scenario correctly in her head, maybe one or the other was with Glenn's group. It was a long shot by anything but it was the best she's got at the moment.
While Tyler knew her sister would've stuck it out there by herself, she might've joined a group to help protect others - it was their job description, after all - and if what Rick told her was anything to go by, his family might've joined the group as they fled from Atlanta.
Tyler just hoped she was right, afraid she'll get Rick's hopes up.