and all they do is blankly stare

Light at the End | Desiree & Michael

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.” 

Light at the End | Desiree & Michael

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…”

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.

Light at the End | Desiree & Michael

Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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.”

Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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. 

Days Gone By | Shane&Des

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.” 

Days Gone By | Shane&Des

@aintlikeitwasbefore -- Because Desiree always prefers the soft, clean fabric of the shirts that Shane never wears even though she bought them for him every year for Christmas.