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The last six years had been the best years of your life, including pre-Z day.
...
Okay, maybe notย best, but very high up there.
Never, in this life or the next, would you have guessed that these people would become such an important part of your life.
Or that your relationship would begin to feel nothing short of familial.
Save for Tallahassee, of course.
You had taken on a sort of motherly figure towards Little Rock, and for Wichita and Columbus...
Maybe one of those laid back aunts?
Anyways, your East Coast tour with the apocalyptic Brady Bunch had brought you to the White House...or whatever's left of it.
The five of you decided to hole up there for a little while and rest in style.
But after a month or so of being cooped up in the mansion, you decided to take up your own form of relaxation by working on one of the limos left in the White House Garage.
It actually worked as a sort of bonding activity for you and Tal, seeing as he was looking for something to fill the Cadillac Escalade sized hole that had been left in his heart.
"I love you so much, baby," Tallahassee cooed, lifting his welding mask with a look of pure admiration, "You're gorgeous."
You rolled out from under the car and lifted your grease smudged goggles, shooting him a glare.
And as if he could feel your gaze, he turned to you, changing his tune.
"Of course, not as much as you, darlin'," he assured, flipping his mask back on and getting to work, "The Beast here's a close second."
"Lucky me," you sarcastically smiled, standing up and grabbing a rag to wipe your hands, "Ya hear that, Little Rock? I'm a narrow first to a car."
She laughed, sitting herself on the table and handing you your toolbox.
You and Tallahasseeย stillย hadn't hashed out exactly what you were, or labelled it in any sort of way.
You two had kissed, made out, fucked, but never actually talked about what it meant to one another.
Shoot, you two hadn't even said theย Lย word yet.
But it was just known within the group that you were together exclusively, no names attached, and that was the way it would most likely stay.
"Just goes to show that romance is a bust. There'll always be a tricked out car ready to replace you."
Little Rock looked like she was thinking for a moment, before a smile stretched on her face.
"Well, maybe being first to a car wouldn't be so bad...if we find someone for me," she suggested.
Just as you were about to respond, Tal lifted his mask with an obnoxious laugh.
"Shouldn't be a problem," he chuckled, "As long as you're open to dating zombies."
You facepalmed.
Sometimes you wondered if he had the bone that helps you sympathize just completely taken out his body.
"So you're saying what? I'm never gonna find a boyfriend? Or get married? Have a family?" She asked.
"We're your family, so one outta three ain't bad," he shrugged.
You sighed, covering your face.
That was the worst possible answer.
In an upset huff, Little Rock stormed off, leaving the garage.
And when she was completely gone, you hit Tal in the head with a bolt.
"Ow!" He winced, sharply turning to you as he rubbed the area, "The hell was that for?"
"You need to stop babyin' her," you scolded, starting to pack up your tools and such for the day, "She's eighteen, and she feels a little cooped up at the moment. It's normal. We just gotta find her some people to hang out with."
"We're people," he scoffed, muffled by his mask as he turned off his blow torch.
"Other peopleย her age, Tally," you clarified, turning to him with a tired look.
He let out his own sigh, climbing out the tiny cock-pit of the Beast and taking off his mask.
"I don't understand why she's so antsy. We got everythin' you could ever want right here," he shook his head, undoing his welding apron.
"She's an adult, and she has needs," you started, putting your toolbox in its assigned cabinet, "Needs which, believe it or not, will not be satisfied by killin' zombies or fixin' up cars."
He tilted his head, confused about what you were talking about.
Until you raised your eyebrows with a knowing look, and the realization hit
"She's too young," he immediately denied.
You scoffed.
"How old were you when you had your first?"
...
"That's not important."
"I rest my case," you smirked.
"Even if that was something that was...needed...there isn't a soul for miles," he waved you off.
"Well then maybe soon, we might wanna travel someย milesย to find her somebody," you huffed, starting to get frustrated with his stubbornness.
"Who? Some random twenty somethin' that wants ta get his wick wet? Or a desperate teen that doesn't know his own ass from a hole in the ground?"
Fair point.
You scoffed.
Annoyinglyย fair point.
You rolled your eyes, turning away from him to finish cleaning up.
Tal smiled to himself, happy he had won the argument, but after a minute or so, he noticed that you were still icing him out.
And he'd rather have lost then face your cold shoulder.
So he rested his hands on your waist and gently turning you around to face him.
You cocked an eyebrow, and he placed a kiss on your hairline.
"I just wanna do what's best for her. You know that," he said sincerely, leaning his forehead into yours.
In your head, you cursed at yourself, pissed and embarrassed that you were already melting for him.
You knew he hated the cold shoulder.
He knew you liked it when he got soft all of a sudden.
You knew that he hates it when you don't react.
And he knew you went crazy for his accent.
Unstoppable force meets immovable object.
...
You caved.
"You love playin' me for a sucker, donchu?"
He chuckled.
"My favorite pass-time."
"I hate you."
"Wasn't what you was sayin' two nights ago."
"You're sleepin' on the couch."
"An' you're comin' with me," he smirked, pulling you in for a kiss.
You rolled your eyes, but eased into it, throwing your arms over his shoulders.
'This man's gonna be the death of me.'
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"Hello? Ho, ho, ho!" Tallahassee smiled, popping out from behind his Christmas tree, "Merry Christmas!"
He was dressed in a red blazer with a Santa hat and cotton balls he'd glued in the shape of a beard.
'Oh, no.'
"Hey, Tal," Little Rock sighed.
"Santa," he corrected.
Columbus and Wichita were trying desperately not to laugh, and you pinched the bridge of your nose, tired.
He plopped himself down in a chair, patting his knee for Little Rock to sit, "What would you like for Christmas, little girl? A pony?"
"No, I'd actually really like you to stop calling meย little girl," she shook her head.
"Well, technically, you are little and you're a girl," he corrected again.
"Well, uh, I am not a little girl, Santa," Columbus chimed, handing his gun to Wichita and sitting down on Tal's knee, "But do you know what I would like?"
"I don't give a fuck what you like," Tal denied in his Santa voice, shoving Columbus off his knee.
"I'm getting a drink," you sighed, walking over to the President's desk and grabbing his mug, pouring yourself some bourbon.
"That reminds me," Wichita perked up with a smile, "Gifts. We have gifts."
Everyone took a seat on the couches as she grabbed a brown paper bag out from under the tree and handed it to Columbus.
"Oh my God," he went wide eyed with a smile as he pulled out a book, "It's a first edition Tolkien. And you wrote in it. There's my name right there, marring this perfectly preserved paper. And yours, too."
"I actually drew the portrait of you in the back," you smirked, kicking up your feet on the table.
He flipped the book over, opening to the back page to see you had made a horribly drawn stick caricature of him that had an odd emphasis on his hair.
"You didn't stop. Thank you so much," he smiled, giving you a thankful nod before moving to Wichita's couch and giving her a kiss.
"Touching," Tal nodded, going over to the tree and picking up a present, handing it to Little Rock, "I couldn't find any wrapping paper but don't worry, just tear it open. It doesn't matter. S'only Taft."
He literally wrapped the present with a painting of Former President William Howard Taft.
"He was our fattest president, so there's actually quite a lot left over. If you need some wrapping paper," he sighed, "Columbus, I didn't get anything from you."
"I didn't get anything fromย you," you added, taking a sip of your bourbon.
"Your gift'sย later," he assured, giving you an awful wink-smirk combination.
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as the others caught on to what he was implying.
"With Santa..." Columbus shook his head disapprovingly.
"No one wants to know that," Little Rock shivered.
"Do you ever get sick of sleeping on the couch?" You wondered out loud.
You weren't against the present, not one bit.
But the concept ofย time and placeย is something that Tallahassee just couldn't grasp.
Little Rock had torn through the Taft wrapping paper and opened the box to see that it was a fancy looking revolver.
"Just what I wanted. Another gun," Little Rock sarcastically smiled, visibly sinking at the sight of it
"Oh, hey, well, not just any gun. A Colt .45," Tal corrected, pulling out the weapon, "And not just any Colt .45, the King's."
"England? Denmark? Lichtenstein?" Columbus guessed.
"Here we go," you sighed, already knowing what was coming.
He'd talked your ear off so many times about him that you might as well have known the man personally.
"There's only one king," Tal held up a finger, posing like a certain 50s rockstar, "Elvis Aaron fuckin' Presley, the greatest who ever lived. The king of kings."
"Yup," you popped theย p, taking another sip of your drink.
"He gave this gun to Nixon when he visited the White House, and I give it to you locked and loaded," Tal smiled, handing it back to her, "Yeah, he used to shoot that Colt in his backyard. King's palace. Memphis, Tennessee. I tell you about Graceland?"
"Only like a hundred times," Little Rock quickly answered.
"We'll go there together someday," he nodded.
"Actually, I'm gonna go shoot this right now," she stated, standing up, "I think I saw some Zs down by the reflecting pool."
"I'll go with," he suggested, but more like insisted.
"I'll go by myself," she assured, frustration showing plainly on her face.
'Oh, shit.'
"It's Christmas," he gasped, offended.
"It's not fucking Christmas, it's November 17th," she scoffed, walking out and slamming the door behind herself.
Tal looked shocked at her sudden outburst, and also slightly hurt.
You groaned, letting your head fall back for a moment.
'It's like shit just goes into one ear and right out the other with this man.'
"Tallahassee, what did we discuss a couple days ago?" You rhetorically asked.
He paused for a moment, slightly nerved by the use of his full name and the sudden question.
...
"I need to stop babyin' her," he answered, the wheels starting to turn.
"And what did you just do?"
".............Baby her."
"Thank you," you smiled, "Now give the damn girl her space."
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"I mean, it's not like I started wedding planning or anything. I'm not crazy," Columbus vented, now going on month two.
"Who wants to get married in winter? Spring, sure."
You, Columbus, and Tallahassee were currently riding motor scooters around a mall, trying to get over the events of last month.
Tal's Santa display was the final straw for Little Rock.
She was sick of him treating her like she was still twelve, and was sick of having no one her age to talk to about it.
And on top of that, a horribly timed proposal from Columbus to Wichita, which made the woman incredibly uncomfortable.
So they took the Beast and hightailed it.
Again.
So for the last two months straight, the only thing Columbus was willing to talk about was Wichita, Wichita, Wichita.
And it was driving you and Tallahassee up a wall.
Until, he eventually broke.
"I mean with my hair and the humidity-." "Oh, my God, man! I cannot listen to this shit anymore! It's been over a month!"
"Yeah, I'm bereft," he agreed.
"I'm giving you one more day to mope around, and then you gotta snap the fuck outta it," Tal sighed, "This whole finding a home idea of yours has made us soft, and by us, I meanย you."
"It's high time that we nut up and hit the road again. And by we, I meanย me. That's where I belong. Lone wolf. You are welcome to tag along."
You sighed, massaging your temple.
You had the feeling that Little Rock was going to crack soon.
Youย knewย something like this was gonna happen.
And yet you had done nothing to prevent it.
Now, you were paying the price.
The girls gone.
The guys arguing.
And one skull-splitting headache.
The snarls of a zombie snapped you out of your self-reproaching thoughts, and you let out a sigh of relief.
It was huddled near the mirror of a destroyed clothing store, dressed as if she was once a shopper there.
Tallahassee lifted his gun, about to shoot it when you held your arm out in front of him.
"I'm taking this one," you stated in a tone that left no argument, hopping off your scooter.
The two men turned to each other, one with a look of worry and one with a look of pride.
The zombie continued to hiss, staying in its place as you walked closer, a pissed look on your face.
Noticing a halfway broken bottle on the ground, you kicked it into the monster's face, it letting out an agitated roar and sprinting towards you.
You quickly unsheathed the crowbar from your pants loop and wound up your swing, slamming a full force hit right into the zombie's face.
It fell to the ground, gurgling and spitting up blood, but you pressed on, bashing the poor thing in any and every spot you could reach.
Until eventually it looked like a pile of mushy, bloody ground meat.
"That's gotta be, like, a thirteen-tuple tap," Columbus chimed, feeling sorry for the zombie as you were still beating the living shit out of it, "I'm pretty sure it's dead."
Landing a final hit on her face, you stopped, panting as you looked down at your work.
...
'Yikes.'
Okay, maybe that wasn't entirely about Little Rock.
In all honesty, Tallahassee's talk about striking out on his own made something pang in your chest.
Something sharp.
Something that had never happened before.
You were self-aware enough to know that you'd gotten seriously attached to the man over the last six years, and while he was a major pain in the ass, it would be incredibly hard for you to press on without him.
So, seeing and hearing him say so easily that he should just go off on his own, made you feel like shit.
And a little ashamed, too.
"Got it all out your system?" Tallahassee cockily asked, practically glowing.
He was proud to say that you were his gal.
His sexy, zombie-beating gal.
"Yeah," you caught your breath, tossing the crow bar, "Just needed a punching bag."
"Y'know, I never told y'all this before," he started, your display suddenly reminding him of something, "In fact, I never told anybody."
You turned around to face him, cocking a brow.
Columbus was also intrigued.
"But I have Native American blood coursing through my veins."
...
You did your best to suppress a snicker.
"Like, right now?" Columbus asked, fighting back a smile.
"Yeah, right now. Blackfoot Indian to be exact," Tal nodded, stepping off his scooter and walking over to one of the stores, "The freest men in history. Mid-1800s, roamed the plains, no houses, no laws, no possessions, no chiefs to report to, no wives to listen to."
'Wonder how long they lasted.'
"They listened....to the call of the Buffalo," he smirked, starting to push a bunch of jewelry off a table, "And the hunted those buffalo by herding them off the cliff to their deaths. The Great Buffalo Jump."
You rolled your eyes and turned around to go look for another blunt force object, already sensing a rant coming on.
And Columbus did, too, whipping around his scooter to look for a candle store.
"I don't know why I never told anyone about my Blackfoot blood. I guess it's just a sacred little secret. Honestly, you two are the first non-tribesmen I have genuinely trusted because you've always been there for me. You care and you listen. Youย reallyย listen."
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