The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Shane Walsh] Remember Me?

[I had a lot of fun writing the last Shane imagine and thought I'd try again. This idea is off tumblr but I've written it myself. Still, credit to the original writer and anon who submitted in the request]

PROMPT:
In the midst of the apocalypse, you are split from your boyfriend Shane and head to Atlanta to find him. Instead you find Rick, Glenn, Andrea, T-Dog and Morales in an Atlanta shopping mall.

"We shouldn't go this far into Atlanta." Hugo sternly told you, his brows furrowing and a slight look of dismay printed on his face. "We don't know what could be here?! More of those...things!"
You poked your head over the head-rest of the car and peered out of the front window. Outside the car was a plain straight road, and beyond that road was Atlanta City, towering big and broad.
"We've gotta go, Shane might be there." You gritted your teeth, "come on Hugo. STEP on it."
He blinked, still not starting the car.
"I'll let you off- but me and Beatrice are going back. The deeper we go into the city the more there are- so it just can't be too safe. Sorry Y/n. Good luck with finding Shane though."
You blinked wildly. You could not believe this. After all you, Beatrice and Hugo had been through to get to the city- he was gonna leave. Coward. If only you hadn't taken that work-trip, you would have been with Shane, safely tucked in his arms. Because of this god awful business trip, you were stuck with your two cowardice co-workers.
You looked to Beatrice, who had her arms crossed in front of her. She shrugged.
"Sorry Y/n. It's what's safest."
You growled in anger, shoving open the car door. You then made an attempt to slam it as hard as possible.
"Screw you guys!" You yelled, just as the car sped away.

The scent of dead-men hit your nose immediately and you shuddered, progressing into the city. You crossed the highway and walked along the rows and rows of abandoned cars. Figured if you needed too, you could hide in one. As you got there, the silver line glistened from the car door and you whirled around the mazes of cars to get to it. A rifle, perched along the backseat of a nearby car.
You opened the door (which was luckily open) and took the rifle in your arms. You were property of the sheriff's deputy, you could probably shoot bullseye with this thing even with closed eyes.

Without searching further for more supplies, you headed through the highway via the side with the most abandoned cars. It took a while for you to hear it but as you got closer to Atlanta- loud gun-shots could be heard, ringing through the streets. Oh god, that wasn't good.

Despite the gunshots, fuelled by the fire to reunite with Shane, you continued into the city. When you turned the corner, you saw maybe three of the dead-men just standing there, doing nothing. This was where the buildings of the city started- and there were dead-heads- lots of them, just spaced out along the street intersection. So maybe Hugo had been right, the city wasn't safe. Either way, this was where Shane was heading and you knew that guy was way to stubborn to die by the hands of some un-dead freaks. He was here- somewhere.

You progressed into the city, dodging the sick ones and hiding behind cars. Why on earth were you doing this? This was dumb. They could kill you.
So you took a sharp turn and walked behind one of the shops, spying a tall ladder that reached to the top of the building. The shops and malls in Atlanta normally had these in case of emergency.
You gripped the bar and pulled yourself up it. What better emergency than dead freaks at every corner?

Now wasn't the time for a fear of heights to kick in but damn this building was high. In fact, at the top of the building you'd have a perfect view of Atlanta- and a shotgun scope to help you see things in closer detail. As you continued climbing to the top, sweat beaded on your forehead and the lose strands of hair glued themselves onto your face. The top was within reach though, so you had to keep going.