The Walking Dead Preferences and Imagines

Zombieland

Shane Walsh
Imagine: You had always been a fan of zombie apocalypse movies, but your favourite? Zombieland. In your eyes, it was the best film ever made. You just didn't expect it to suddenly become... Real.

Rule #1
Cardio.

You were so happy that you were a movie nerd, because otherwise you would probably be screwed. Zombie apocalypse movies were high on your list of favourites, with the best in the books being Zombieland. And the fact that you loved it so much was the reason for you surviving so long.

Jesse Eisenberg's character, Columbus, had a set of rules. A set of rules that you had taken straight to heart. As soon as the movie came out, you ordered a shirt that had all the rules printed on it. So it was in that moment that you were thanking your lucky stars that the movie existed, because rule one was cardio.

Running had never been a strong point before Zombieland, but you were now glad that you had that gym membership. Because the dead people that you couldn't help but call "zombies" were stumbling their way in your direction, hungry for your flesh. At least these ones couldn't run, so cardio was good - you could easily outrun them.

Rule #2
Double Tap.

While running from the other creatures behind you, it took a while before you noticed the one that stumbled out of the woods just ahead of you. It got closer, and you fumbled for the gun you had stolen from a police station about a week ago. To be fair, you weren't exactly skilled with the thing, but you were good at trying.

Aiming the shotgun towards the zombie approaching you, you fired the weapon. The thing instantly dropped to the floor. You lowered the gun and jogged toward the undead heap on the floor. Before you even thought about checking the body, you pulled the trigger again.

Always double tap when it comes to the undead. Just to be sure.

"Hey there, little lady! What do you think you're doing?!" Came a voice from behind you. "Popping rounds all over the place? Do you want to get yourself killed?"

You whirled around to face the man. You saw his fluffy dark hair and dark eyes. He had a large build, and it was making its way over to you. The look on his face could only be described as angry.

A voice in your head was screaming "Rule 25! Rule 25!" And so you lowered the shotgun barrel to aim at the ground in front of the man's feet and pulled the trigger. "Not particularly." You growled.

Rule #25
Shoot First.

The man hopped backwards to avoid being shot in the foot. "What in hell?" He yelled. "Are you kidding me?" He stormed towards you, the anger clear on his face now.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I always shoot first." You explained.

He looked at you as if you were completely crazy. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. "What?" He asked. "You know what? Never mind. Who are you?"

You raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "Who are you?" You retorted with a smirk.

The man shook his head before he stuck out his hand, "Shane Walsh. Used to be a cop. Now, if you don't mind, who are you?"

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N). What do you want?" You said coldly, trying to figure this Shane guy out.

He scoffed, "Nothing. Say, are you alone? Or you got a group?" He questioned, looking down the road.

Rule #29
The Buddy System.

With a sigh, you shook your head. You had been alone since the start. Nobody particularly fancied their chances of survival with a movie nerd. "I'm on my own. Why? You offering?"

"I guess I am. I have a group, and I can't let you survive out here on your own. If you would... um, like to come with me, you're welcome to." Shane Walsh stuttered.

At first, you were ready to decline. You didn't need anybody to help you. One of the rules even told you to not get attached. But then you realised you probably wouldn't get very much further without somebody by your side. After all, the Buddy System told you that you couldn't look in front of you and behind you at the same time. So you nodded your head, "I'd like that very much, thank you."

"Well then, come along. I got a car a little bit ahead, we'll drive back to camp." He said softly, leading the way.

Shane began to run, and you jogged after him. But you had been running all morning, and you were beat. "Hey! Slow down!" You called out.

He turned back to face you, slowing his pace to a stop, "What's the matter?"

"It's a marathon, not a sprint. Unless it's a sprint - then sprint." You stated, quoting rule #20.

Shane laughed, but stopped running anyway. He let you catch up and just walked with you. He eyed your t-shirt, seeing the writing printed on the front. "You always follow the rules, huh?" He asked.

You looked down at your shirt, then turned so he could see the back. "Only these ones." You informed him with a chuckle.

"What are they?"

"You mean to tell me you've never seen Zombieland?" Shane shook his head, and you sighed. "It's a film with a bunch of rules about how to survive the zombie apocalypse. They've actually come in pretty handy." You laughed.

Shane smiled, "Fair enough, if it works for you."

He lead you to his car, opening the passenger door for you to climb in. You clambered into the seat before glancing backwards.

Rule #31
Always Check the Back Seat.

You moved the things around, making sure nothing was hiding and ready to pounce on you. You were good, nothing was there.

Shane got in the driver's seat and saw you snooping. Before he could ask, you spoke, "I always check the back seat. It's one of the rules." You laughed.

"Like I said, fair enough." He started the car and you did your seatbelt. Shane gave you a confused look. "Another one of those rules of yours?" He questioned.

You nodded, "Yeah-huh. Rule #4 actually. Buckle up."

"Why do I get the feeling you and Glenn will get along just fine?" Shane mumbled to himself as he began to drive away from the highway.

There wasn't much talking on the journey - the interrogation would probably start when you reached his camp. So you stared into the distance, watching the trees pass in a blur. You breathed in the fresh air, and couldn't help but think that today had been your lucky day. You smiled slightly, feeling strangely content.

Rule #32
Enjoy the Little Things.

You must certainly were.