It's You And Me (TW/TWD Crossover)

Chapter One - Forget Me Not

"Dad. Come on, just because we happen to be in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, or whatever this is, doesn't mean you can scare me everyday. You know, one of these days, you're going to jump out at me, and I'll be armed, and I'll shoot you, because I'll think you're a walker. That'll teach you."

"No need for that, Allison. Sorry, I don't think I heard you. I just need to pack a few more things, and we'll get going, okay? Well done for finding this place, it's a goldmine. There's a ton of supplies here. It was boarded up pretty good, I don't think any walkers have ever gotten near this place. The disturbing part is how obvious it is that a family lived here. The question we should be asking is why they left."

"Maybe they decided to head into one of the large cities, for security."

"I can guess how that turned out for them."

"They could have found somewhere without a lot of walkers, dad. Not everywhere is packed with them. At least it wasn't. The funny thing is, it's been just a few months, but it feels like so much more. I can't remember a day when I felt safe." She picked up a photo of the family that had once lived in the house, there was a woman, a man, and a small girl. They looked happy. And as soon as the world turned to shit, she bet they lost that happiness immediately.

"Hopefully the others have found some things too. We're lucky we bought all these duffel bags. They've come in handy for this place."

"We didn't really buy them, dad. We took them from an abandoned store."

"It was your idea."

"I know, I'm not having a go at you, I'm just correcting you." Allison and her dad had been having a lot of arguments. Everyone had. They just had to prevent actually shouting. Noise attracted walkers. And walkers were bad news.

"Okay, alright. Let's just get going, okay? We don't want another father-daughter fight."

"Alright," She murmured, picking up a few bags and flinging them over her shoulders. They had agreed to meet the pack at an agreed location. The old church in the town they'd found. "Let's go."

The pack had split up into groups of two. Kira and Malia, Scott and Isaac, Stiles and Lydia, and Allison and her dad. Derek had left after the pack had been to Mexico; just before their lives were turned upside down. They hadn't heard from him. They had to assume the worst.

Allison and Chris walked into the church, looking up at the smashed pane of stained glass to her left. The broken glass of said window pane crunched beneath her feet, and she approached the rest of the pack, who were already gathered near the altar.

"Sorry we're late.. We found a lot of supplies, and we had to pack them up. The house we found was perfect, like it hadn't been touched by walkers. The beds were even made.. Anyway, we found a lot of canned food, all of it isn't out of date for a while, and a few weapons. Blankets.. Water.. Wait, where are Stiles and Lydia?"

Scott spoke almost immediately, his voice laced with something between panic and worry. "We don't know, we were waiting for you guys, and we're going to try and find them. They're never late, they wouldn't be late." Scott's voice was getting more and more panicked by the second, and Allison reached out for his hand.

"We'll find them, calm down, it's okay. They'll be fine, calm down, stop panicking."

Being a werewolf, or were coyote, in this situation was always an advantage. Scott, Isaac and Malia could run faster from the walkers. Their claws did nothing, and couldn't harm the dead. All they had was weaponry, and Allison and Chris had to teach the pack to shoot accurately. The town they'd found was a godsend, they hadn't seen any sign of walkers. At least not yet. Which was why Stiles and Lydia going missing was so strange.

Before they could do anything else, Stiles burst through the door, sweat all over his body, and breathing considerably faster than normal. And that wasn't the last of it. His shirt was covered in blood. He collapsed to the ground, on his hands and knees. Allison and Scott rushed over, in-sync with one another. They helped Stiles up, checking all over his body for any signs or a bite or a scratch, but he was clean, luckily. Stiles was wheezing, and could hardly speak. "Dad, get him some water. Quickly." Chris grabbed one of the many bottles of water they'd gathered, throwing it over to Allison. She raised it to Stiles' mouth, letting him drink a little bit of it. Just enough to hydrate him. "What happened?.. Stiles, where's Lydia?!"

"She... She.." Stiles ran his hands down his face, his hands shaking. His voice was stuttered, and he was panicked. More than most of the pack had ever seen him. "We were just sleeping. And I heard her scream. She's gone. She's gone.. Walkers broke in through the window. And they bit her. And I.. I wasted some bullets, I'm sorry, I shot em' so many times. I just wanted to make sure they were dead. Because she was the love of my life.. And I held her.. I told her everything was fine. But it wasn't. It wasn't fine. Then I watched the life leave her eyes. And I felt like... Like nothing even mattered anymore. I just held her. And I just thought about how long I waited.. Just to have her snatched away.. And I couldn't even save her. I'm useless. I couldn't even save her. I'm always too late." Everyone was silent for a while. Knowing that by now she'd probably turned. Allison was a mess. To Stiles, everything was silent. Everyone around was crying. Mostly everyone. Words couldn't describe how he felt. He felt numb. "You know what the last thing she said to me was? She told me to shoot her. She told me I had to kill her. And I couldn't do it. And now she's one of them. I couldn't even give her what she wanted in her last moments. I'm going back. I want to give her what she wants.. One way or another.." Before anyone could stop him, he grabbed his pistol, and hurried back over to the house he'd slept in the previous night.

*****

He cautiously pushed the door open, looking over to the figure of his girlfriend. But she wasn't Lydia Martin anymore. She was just a monster, in her body. She was standing by the window, and as she heard the door, she turned around. He eyes were glazed over, and her face was white, lips blue. It was like a dagger to Stiles' heart, seeing her this way. She stepped towards him, her features mostly confused. Like somewhere in the back of her mind, Lydia was still there. And Stiles could see that. He raised his hand up, placing it on her cheek. He stroked the skin underneath her eyelid, cautiously. He loaded the gun, pressing a final kiss to her forehead, not even caring if she bit him. He'd rather that than have to live with this. He held the gun to the side of her head, his finger shaking over the trigger. The rest of the pack, having followed, were standing in the doorway, by then. He dropped his hand, and steadied himself. "I love you. I'll always love you. As long as I live. I love you more than anything. Forever.."

And then it was over. Her body went limp in his arms, and he held her there. He dropped the gun. And he knelt down, just holding her for God knows how long.

(A/N) Writing this made me cry. A lot. Why am I doing this to myself. I really felt motivated to write today, and that's why I published two chapters. I really hope you like this, because I have a specific plot going on, and it'll get better than this. Thank you for reading!