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HELLOOO??? This man’s face card is absolutely sickening.

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Holy Fucking Shit I’m bout to bust somebody detain me

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Oh! okay so… why is this guys name King Ezekiel and why does he have a CGI tiger

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“Maggie, I’ll find you”

this is not ok. I’m not okay.

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I finally made it y’all — Michonne and Rick are getting freaky together, YES LORD!! I’ve been waiting for this, HAPPY DAYS 🎉🎉

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꒰🐇꒱﹒Close Call﹒⟢

Shane Walsh x Fem!Reader

Rating: Angst / Suggestive

Warning: unresolved sexual tension, jealousy, physical closeness, heavy flirtation

Word Count: ~1.3k

Summary: While searching for Sophia, you and Shane find yourselves alone in the woods — and the deeper you go, the harder it gets to ignore the tension that’s been simmering since Atlanta.

a/n: This is my first time having actually finished a fanfic, AND also posting it! I’m lowkey nervous to post incase it gets no traction cause that’s.. embarrassing.. I started writing this when I started twd and was in-love with Jon Bernthal (I still am), so anyway hopefully you enjoy!!

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Whilst out searching for Sophia — Carol’s daughter — the group had split in two. You and Shane had decided to stick together, while Rick and Daryl went their own way.

“You’ll be safe, won’t you, Rick?” you asked, your voice softer than you meant it to be.

Rick placed a steady hand on your shoulder, gaze calm as ever. “Of course I will. Don’t you be worryin’ ’bout me. Y’all know your way—just keep in sight of one another.”

You nodded, offering a weary smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Then, turning on your heel, you started down the trail the group had mapped out. Shane fell into step behind you, and without a word, rested a hand on your lower back — a quiet reassurance.

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After what felt like hours of searching, the silence was broken by the sharp crack of a twig snapping somewhere to your left. You jerked your head toward the sound, expecting to meet Shane’s gaze, only to realize he wasn’t there.

He must’ve strayed off, you thought. Got caught up.

Your jaw tightened as your hand slowly reached for the knife concealed at your waistband - creeping toward the noise. A faint, yet perceptible noise could be heard coming from a nearby hedge.

Suddenly, a figure lurched toward you - breaking the silence. Instinctively you thrusted your knife forward, numb to the motion. Until a hand, one much larger than your own, gripped your wrist.

You exhaled sharply, a hand flying to your chest. “Bastard,” you muttered. “I thought you were a goddamn walker!” you huffed, breathless as you thumped your fist playfully against Shane’s chest. He chuckled, clearly amused.

“Good thing I wasn’t — you’d be dead already,” he said, that familiar cocky grin spreading across his face.

You narrowed your eyes. “I would’ve had your ass easy.”

“Oh really now?” he murmured, his smile softening as his hand reached up, fingers curling beneath your jaw. His eyes darkened with something heavier than amusement — a look that, as always, made your knees weak. “I’d like to see that.”

You tilted your head, playing along, letting your smile curl. “Keep talking like that, and maybe you will.”

His eyes dragged down your body, slow and deliberate. A well-worn tension hung between you — the same pull neither of you dared to name.

“You sure were worried about ol’ Rick, huh?” he muttered, stepping in closer, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Got real soft when he walked off. That somethin’ I should know about?” His tone was playful, but you could feel the jealousy seething through his words.

A smirk began working its way onto your lips. You knew exactly what effect you had on him. His blood boiled every time you stood too close to another man — I know how men think. Don’t you play dumb, girl. He’d warned you before. But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” you asked with a confident tilt of your head.

He looked away briefly, jaw tightening like he was biting back a laugh. “Jealous?” he echoed, voice rich with amusement as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Ain’t about jealousy,” he muttered. “It’s about knowin’ what’s mine.”

Your brow arched. “Last I checked, I ain’t nobody’s.”

“That right?” he asked, stepping in so close you could feel the heat rolling off his chest. His hand slipped around the back of your neck, fingers settling just beneath your hairline, possessive. His thumb pressed gently beside your ear, brushing the skin there with slow intent.

You’d craved this — not just him, but something. Weeks of sleeping beside strangers. Weeks of silence and survival and hunger. Each day was a testament to your growing frustration— Even your own touch offered no solace.

Now he was right here, no longer just a presence at your back or a glance across the fire. He was touching you like you’d imagined a dozen times, something you were aching for.

Your hands hovered at the hem of his shirt, almost unsure — almost.

Your hands moved to his belt without thinking—clumsy, desperate. Shane’s eyes darkened. “Wha’s gotten into you, girl?” he muttered, licking his lips slow, voice rough with hunger.

You stared up at him longingly. “Shane.” You whispered, voice soft and wanting. “I need you.”

You began to lower yourself, fingers curling into his waistband — but his hands came to yours, halting you. His fingers wrapped around your wrists, guiding your gaze back up to his.

“You’re not thinkin’ straight.” His hands tightened around yours, holding you still. Not rough — just firm, like he hoped that pause would bring you back to your senses.

“I’m thinking real clear,” you replied, voice low. Your fingers traced up the edge of his shirt again, teasing just beneath the fabric.

“Goddamn, girl,” he muttered. “I know you’ve been wantin’ this — wantin’ me.” A cocky grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, desire flickering in his gaze.

"I've seen the way you look at me—the way you watch me," he said, his voice filled with confidence.

Your jaw tightened at this. You hated how easily he got under your skin — worse that he wasn’t wrong. Still, you weren’t about to cave in.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes even as heat twisted low in your stomach. “Please. You’ve been trailin’ me like a dog since we left the farm.”

He grinned wider, head tilting just a touch.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, girl,” he said, tone warning and amused. “Someone oughta do somethin’ about that.”

You lifted your chin, smirking. “Maybe if you stopped talking and actually did something,” you said, your voice cool despite your racing pulse, “I wouldn’t have to.”

That sparked something in his eyes. He raised his hand to meet your face, fingers skimming your jaw.

“You keep talkin’ like that, you’re gonna get yourself in trouble.”

“Promise?” you shot back, smirking.

Shane stared at you as if he was seconds away from giving in. You felt how torn between instinct and restraint he was by the way his grip lingered. His hips began angling toward yours, his gaze dropping to your lips.

His fingers slid into your hair, slow and deliberate, like he’d already decided.

You opened your mouth — but before you could say a word, a voice rang out in the distance. Faint, but close enough to make you both freeze.

Shane’s eyes flicked to the sound instantly. His jaw clenched. Out of instinct, he pulled back.

You exhaled sharply, frustration burning in your chest. “Shit,” you muttered, stepping back. “That’s probably Rick.”

“He’ll circle back—he always does.” you said, voice steady despite the ache thrumming between your legs. “Probably already making his way ‘round right now.”

Shane said nothing at first, his jaw tight. You saw it — how badly he wanted to ignore his own logic. How close he was to letting go.

“I’ve convinced you, haven’t I?” You asked, amused. “Admit it.” A smirk pulled at your lips.

He let out a breath, low and steady. “Yeah. Maybe you have.” His voice dropped. “Doesn’t mean I’m happy ‘bout it.”

He hated how easy it was for you to get in his head — hated it more than you knew. Every look, every smart-ass remark, just fed the fire. He wasn’t going to let this slide.

Before you could step away from him, his fingers found your chin again, thumb pressing beneath your bottom lip. “Don’t think I’m lettin’ this go,” he murmured, voice thick with promise.

Then, slowly, he stepped back. Not far. Just enough to remind you the moment was over.

You turned from him, slow and unhurried, the faintest smile tugging at your lips.

He didn’t move at first — just stood there watching you, eyes fixed on the sway of your hips, the curve of your spine. That same grin crept back, slow and simmering. “You’re gonna make me work for it, huh?”

You smiled to yourself, not turning back.

“Cool off before you get yourself in trouble, Deputy.”

And from behind you, you swore you heard him mutter something low under his breath. It only made your grin grow.

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Holy mama I would LOVE to lick all the way down his snail trail be friends with him! really, really good friends

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its so annoying

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i just think that norman would have been so hot in scream 1996... like FUCKKKK?? and majority of the cast weren't well known actors either like norman could have totally been in it. ughhhh whatever. that could have been good shit 💔

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So… I’m like 98% sure the picture I posted of Norman Is AI GENERATED!? Rorman Needus still looks sexy as hell though

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I’m going to combust

⤷ video not mine! ‧₊˚ ┊꒰ @everythingg_marvel ꒱

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I’m salivating and not from my mouth

#he was insane for this

PEDRO PASCAL on Jimmy Kimmel Live! | March 24, 2025

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I would let them do some ridiculously awful things to me! at the same damn time

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Does anyone else keep a list of their fav celeb men in their notes app? In order of age? …Just me? okay…

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His neck tattoo in the second picture.. lord have mercy

I just really, really, really like these two photos 🤭

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My heart has never heart so much I JUST watched this episode .. my poor babies 😞

daryl crying carying beth out i’m SICK