Friendly Fire – Daryl/Connor, Shane/Murphy, past Daryl/Rick (In Progress)

Chapter One

Five days. That was how long Connor had been staring at the man who had stolen his brother’s face. The two men had barely spoken to each other, save the typical salutations which were only reserved for when they were in front of the rest of the group. But Connor could just not believe what his eyes were seeing.

“Connor, what exactly is ye obsession with that fucker wit’ me face?” Murph asked when they were in the woods alone.

“I don’t know what yer talkin’ ’bout, Murph,” he replied, continuing to pick up the needed wood for their fire that evening. It was a simple task that the brothers had taken on when they joined the group at the rock quarry, stumbling upon Daryl out in the woods. Aside from being extremely awkward around the redneck given his face, he deemed them not a real threat and offered to take them back.

“Ye can’t stop staring at ‘im. I see ye, ye know.” Murphy bent down to grab a large branch, nearly dropping everything he had already gathered, but he wouldn’t let the topic drop.

Connor shrugged. “He looks exactly like ye, Murph. How could I not stare? It’s like he could be yer twin ‘stead of me.” Really, he just found the other man fascinating and he wanted to know more about him and his damn crossbow, but it was so much more than that and he couldn’t tell his Murph that.

 

Turn About is Fair Play – Sean/Norman

This story is a sequel to Exhibitionism Can Get You Into Trouble.

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Norman smirked as he zipped the file folder on his desktop, quickly sending it off to Sean before leaving the house for a meeting he had set up for a movie he planned to film during their break from The Walking Dead. Grabbing his coffee, keys and cell phone he walked out the door.

With every vibration in his pocket, his day got better and better. He knew it was Sean. There were possibly a few text messages from Andy because, hell, they missed each other when they weren’t filming and possibly some from Helena and Mingus, but he’d answer those tonight. Hours later, Norman arrived home, back aching from being caught in Manhattan traffic on his motorcycle. Laying down on his bed, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. 142 missed texts and 5 missed phone calls. Apparently Sean called every hour. Norman smirked as he scrolled through the text messages.

 

Exhibitionism Can Get You Into Trouble – Sean/Norman

Sean was giddy with excitement. He couldn’t believe Norman had agreed to this. Well, he icould/i actually… Norman was such a fucking exhibitionist whether he wanted to admit it or not. He watched the younger man lazily from the bed, his hand casually stroking his lower stomach beneath his t-shirt, as Norman went about setting up the automatic camera, taking a few shots of the man lounging on his comforter.

“You look comfortable,” Norman joked, looking at him through the camera.

Sean smirked. Oh yeah, this was going to be epic. “I’d be more comfortable if you came to join me over here, Reedenstein.”