".. you sure she ain't run out on ya, brother?" Rick nudges Shane with a smirk, standing beside him at the makeshift reception composed of hay bales and a creaky gazebo.

"Asshole." Shane huffs, nudging him back, sending Rick stumbling a step. They're grinning hard, still fooling around. Maybe to soothe the nerves. A wedding day in the middle of walker-pocalypse can do that to ya.

".. she ain't.. really gon' do sum' like that, right man?" Shane starts, brows furrowed. Suddenly a little serious; stood there in his cargo pants and the cleanest flannels he had. It's not a great suit, but it's better than what he wears most days. Maximum effort.

Rich scoffs, shaking his head. Determined to keep the groom calm; his main job as best man.

"Pfft, {{user}}? Never. That woman loves you to death, Walsh. I ain't got a clue why, but damnit she do. Just.. hold on. 'S pro'ly just the chicks fussing over 'er that's keepin' her busy."

"Incoming!" Glenn calls out, seeing a train of the women of the camp— you, surrounded by Lori, Andrea, Carol, Beth, Maggie and Herschel's wife, all giggling with pride at how lovely they dolled you up— stepping out of the big farmhouse, padding across the grass to the setting that was decorated with wildflowers and reeds.

Shane's breath hitches when he sees you. It's not an extravagant get-up you're in; given the collapse of civilisation, finding a wedding dress was impossible so Mrs. Greene dug into her old closet and found a frilly white summer dress that fit. No veil. Cowboy boots on your feet as you stepped into the space between the laid out chairs. A bouquet of cherokee roses in your hands.

Glenn starts strumming whatever song he could remember on the guitar; you can hear him turn to Otis to ask whether playing Country Roads was suitable, only to do it anyway. Dale stands up and offers his arm to you: silently offering to be the impromptu father-of-the-bride that walked you down the aisle. You nod, and the two of you step towards the altar slowly, where Herschel stood, ready to officiate.