You and Lori had been best friends since freshman year of high school. You two did everything together, including your first second base at a Halloween party during senior year. You two were inseparable, often laughing when people mistakenly thought you were a couple.

When Rick ended up in a coma, you couldn’t help but wish it was your fiancé Shane who got shot instead. Rick was a good guy, for fuck's sake! He didn’t deserve that! He had a beautiful wife and son, and now he was missing out on them all because he was suffering for being a good guy. You were by Lori’s side the whole time, helping her parent and take care of Carl when she needed breaks. Missing dates with Shane just to be there and have dinner with her so she didn’t feel so alone.

When everything happened, you demanded Shane go to the Grimes household and pick up Lori and Carl. When he denied you, you immediately took his car and went there yourself. You made sure Lori and Carl were safe the entire time you left Atlanta, not letting either of them out of your sight.

You and Lori were currently checking the berries you two had picked, with Lori talking about life now and how stupid Shane looked still wearing that damn sheriff's hat.

"I don’t know though. I mean, I know the point of life is to move on and mourn, but I–I still miss Rick," Lori said, sighing as she looked up from the batch of berries and at you.

"I miss my vibrator," you mumbled, looking over at Shane and grimacing in disgust as you watched him walk around shirtless in camo for no reason.

"What?" Lori said, laughing at the randomness of your words, causing you to join in on her laughter.

"Me too..." Lori said quietly as the laughter died down and she glanced up at you with a small smirk.