#DARK SHANE WALSH X READER AU

[mdemontespan1667]

DIRT ROAD HONEY

DARK SHANE WALSH X READER

DARK RICK GRIMES AND READER

SUMMARY: YOUR THANKSGIVING BREAK GETS INTERRUPTED

WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/SLAPPING/CHOKING/CHEATING(RICK)/RECKLESS USE OF A FIREARM/GIGANTIC ABUSE OF AUTHORITY/HANDCUFFS/PROFANITY/FORCED ORGASM/NON -CON

(I'VE HAD THIS HALF WRITTEN IN MY GOOGLE DOCS FOR ABOUT 2 MONTHS. IT VERY SIMILAR TO "THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES" BUT THIS FIC JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. SO, FOR BETTER OR WORSE, HERE IT IS. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. I WANTED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SO I COULD MOVE ON LOL.

“You need help with that Darlin? Hose looks a bit big for you.”

It never fucking failed.

Every time you filled up your bright, fiery orange ‘72 Chevelle some wannabe Alpha male had to make some sexist comment.

It wasn’t your fault the designers had put the damn fuel cap under the license plate. 

And it certainly wasn’t your fault you had to bend over to keep the nozzle from falling out.

Nor was it in any way your fault that you occasionally might over exaggerate how far you had to bend over, especially like today, when you were wearing tight, frayed jeans and a wide neck off the shoulder teal sweatshirt.

“I’m fine.”

“Oh yeah,” he whistled, “You are most definitely fine.”

The pump kicked off.

You put the nozzle back, securing the gas cap before facing the latest offender.

He was tall, rough cut facial features with a mop of short, dark curls.

You made a show of pushing down your sunglasses as you blatantly checked out the rest.

Wide chest and muscle corded arms encased in a tight black t shirt.

Tan cuffed cargo pants sat high on his tapered waist.

Well.

Nothing wrong with that either. 

You licked your lips, hand propped on your hip.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Your voice dripped, saccharine sweet.

“No, it ain’t like that.”

His knuckles brushed along your upper arm.

“You are hands down, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Snorting, you batted his hand away.

“Bullshit. That line might work on your little dirt road honey’s but..” You slid your oversized tortoise shell Ray-Ban’s back in place, “It’s not working on me.”

You pushed past him, strutting toward the tiny attached convenience store.

God, it was so easy winding men up.

Fun too.

They were so damn transparent.

And, despite how you’d coldly dismissed him, you knew, KNEW, he’d be jacking off later thinking about you.

Not because you were devastatingly beautiful or had a killer body. 

In those categories you ranked a solid average.

What you did have was confidence with a capital fucking C.

Own every room you walked into, all eyes on you, smart as hell, know your worth, every woman wants to be you, every man wants to fuck you, (and woman, let’s not be coy here, you knew damn good and well your face would be buried between Ivy’s lush thighs at some point this weekend, you were all about equal opportunity), bone deep confidence.  

It’s what had gotten you through Grad school and later your Doctorate in Mathematical Engineering.

The rusty bell above the worn metal screen door dinged, announcing your arrival.

You took your time perusing the limited snack aisle, selecting a bag of Funyuns and a fountain Pepsi, flicking the straw provocatively, making sure to flash a little cleavage at the old guy working the register.

Back at your car you checked your phone.

“No service. Fucking wonderful.”

When your best friend had proposed a quick getaway to celebrate your latest promotion you’d been expecting sun, sand and endless Mai Tai’s, not a rustic cabin on some forgotten lake in rural Georgia. 

You waved your phone around trying to find a signal.

“Ain’t gonna work.”

Oh lord, not him again. 

“Why not?” you huffed.

“We’re in the middle of a deadzone Darlin’.”

“Lovely.”

You took off your sunglasses, resisting the urge to throw them at the odious man.

“How the hell am I supposed to find that goddamn cabin without my phone?”

“What cabin are you looking for, girl?”

Your eyes narrowed at the nickname.

“Some stupid fucking cabin on some stupid fcuking lake off of some stupid fucking Bob’s road!”

The octaves rose with each word until you were practically yelling.

“Bob’s Road?”

Oh shit. Probably shouldn’t have shared that with the entire gas station.

“Uh, yeah.”

You pulled a piece of paper from your back pocket.

“732 Bob’s Road, Lake Horton.”

He chuckled.

“That’s Bob Schermer’s place. I can give you directions.”

The setting sun sketched him in shadows. 

A kernel of unease settled in your gut.

Jesus, get a grip. This isn’t Deliverance.

“That, uh, that’d be great.”

He smiled, teeth showing.

It reminded you of a predator sizing up his next meal.

“So you’re gonna take a left outta here on’ta Highway 92. Just keep going North for about an hour and a half, maybe two. You’ll take a right at white mailbox. If you see the “Jesus Saves” sign you’ve gone too far. Go about three miles then turn left. Cabin will be on the left.”

“Two hours?”

You exhaled dramatically.

“Fucking great.”Dropping into the driver's seat you cranked the ignition, the Chevelle’s 454 V-8 rumbling to life.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Another unnerving smile.

The hair on your arms prickled.

“You be real careful on those back roads. It gets awful dark out here.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

With a curt nod, you revved the engine, throwing gravel in your wake.

They like to get you in a compromising position

Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face

Yeah, they think they’re so cute when they get you in that condition

But i think its a total disgrace

And I say

I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I’ve been doing it since I was a young kid

And I come out grinnin’

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

You cranked up the volume on your after-market stereo singing along to your Spotify road trip playlist.

Jesus fucking tits, the guy was right, it was dark.

Not like the dark you had grown up in.

A pale shimmer had blanketed San Diego from sundown to sunup.

The light from a full moon helped soften the inky landscape, a little.

God only knew what might be hiding out there, watching, just waiting for the perfect moment to…

FUCK!

You slammed on your brakes.

Was that a white mailbox?

Turning the volume down so you could see, you dropped the transmission in reverse, taillights casting an unsettling glow. 

You sighed in relief at the sight of the pock marked mailbox.

Shifting to First, you swung off the HIghway to a narrow gravel road.

I swear to God, I’m never, ever letting Ivy pick a destination again. After this she’ll be lucky if I let her pick a restur….”

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

Red and blue flashing lights blazed in your rearview mirror.

What the fuck?

 Where the hell did he come from? 

You hadn’t seen another vehicle since you left town. 

“License and Registration.”

You jumped, startled.

“License and Registration.”

“Yeah, Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

You reached across the seat digging the items from your bag.

“What am I….Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”

Leaning in your window, now attired in a shit brown Sheriffs uniform and matching baseball cap, was the man from the gas station.

“I’m gonna need you to exit the vehicle, ma’am.”

Something was off.

“Why? I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t speeding.”

“Please step out of the vehicle.”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Climbing out, you glared at him, arms crossed.

“Ma’am, you were driving erratically. I detect the smell of alcohol on you. That gives me probable cause to search your vehicle.”

Ducking, he rummaged through your car, dumping your purse and overnight bag, scattering the contents.

“Well, look what I found,” he announced, producing a half drank pint of cheap vodka.”

“That’s not mine. I don’t even drink vodka. You..you put that there..I’m not.”

‘Hey, Shane, taillight’s busted out too.”

In total disbelief you watched another officer bash the red plastic with his boot.

“What the hell!” you hollered, charging toward the other, leaner built man, “You can’t fucking do that…”

Grabbing your elbow, Shane swung you back, jerking you off your feet.

You stumbled, arms pinwheeling.

You bumped into him, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Woah, woah, Sweetheart, now that’s assaulting a police officer.”

“No…wait..I…”

He placed one steel cuff on your wrist, tugging the other behind your back.

Twisting, you wrested your arm free.

WHAM

Shane slammed you face first onto the hood of your car.

Wrenching your arm, he secured it in the cuffs.

Hauling you up he snickered.

“Guess we’re adding resisting arrest to the list.”

He paused, eyes crawling along your form.

“Unless you want to work out a little private restitution.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you laughed, “What? You can’t get a piece of ass like a normal guy? Let me guess? Can’t get it up? Two pump chump? Or..”

CLICK

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.”

Shane’s partner pressed the gun barrel to your temple.

“Only common sense.”

“Oh shit,” you rasped, “yeah, okay, what..whatever you want.”

Shane unzipped his pants, stroking his cock.

“On your knees.”

You knelt down as best you could.

“Doesn’t she look pretty like this Rick?” he called to his friend.

 “Open wide. Let’s see if you suck dick as good as you mouth off.”

Gun still aimed at your head, your mouth fell open.

Shane gripped the back of your head.

Viciously, he shoved his cock to the hilt, your nose nestling in his pubic hair.

You gagged, trying to draw back but he was too strong. 

Holding you steady he languidly fucked your throat, his cock cutting off your air.

Tears poured down your cheeks.

“Maybe next time you’ll show a little respect Darlin’”

Time stood still.

Shane rammed his cock down your throat over and over and over again, both hands keeping you in place.

Eventually he came, warm, sticky cum filling your mouth.

Finished, he pushed you away.

He bent down to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad now was…”

You spit on him, mixed saliva and cum dripping from his chin.

“You’re done!” you shrieked, “Both of you! I’ll own the fucking Cook County Sheriff’s when I’m through! You limp dick bastards won’t be able to….”

SMACK

You reeled from Rick’s backhanded slap.

“I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet, brother.”

Shane wiped his face.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep teaching.”

Tugging you to your feet, Rick threw you on the hood, upper body jarring from the impact, cheek thumping the cold metal.

He tore off your boots then ripped your jeans and underwear off, kicking your legs apart.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking piece of shit!” you bellowed.

Shane stuffed your thong in your mouth, ending your tirade, his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, pining you to the hood.

“You talk to fucking much,” he snarled.

Panic took hold when you felt Rick’s cock brush against your slit.

Rick spit on your inner lips.

You screamed behind the gag, your dry cunt unprepared, as he plunged in. 

He was bigger than Shane, your walls straining to accommodate him, every thrust carrying fresh agony.

Rick snapped his hips quicker, zipper chafing your tender skin. 

Sobbing softly, you closed your eyes, vainly wishing this was just a dream.

“Fuck. Haven’t been in a pussy this tight since before I married Lori.”

“Just hurry up, man. I want another turn.”

Your eyes flew open to see Shane palming his newly hardening length.

Rick’s movements became stilted, hips pumping wildly with his orgasm.

Pulling out, he motioned to your prone body.

“Batter up.”

The two men switched places.

Gritting your teeth, you waited.

Instead of Shane’s cock, his fingers gently probed your battered cunt.

You jolted at the swipe of his thumb across your clit.

Deftly he worked you, circling your nub, slick coating his hand.

Shame and disgust gnawed in your brain at your body’s natural reaction.

He draped his large frame over yours.

“You love this, don’t ya.”

You shook your head frantically.

“Knew you would. Way you showed your ass, flashed your tits at Charlie. Damn near gave the old man a stroke.”

Shane applied more pressure, eliciting a series of muffled moans.

“Hear that Rick? Slut loves this.”

Your pelvis rocked against his swirling digits. 

He pinched your clit,sending you over the edge, streaks of lightning fraying your nerves.

Shane wasted no time in slipping inside.

You keened at the intrusion, channel swollen and bruised from Rick.

WHACK

He left a heated handprint on your ass.

Grasping your hips, he pounded your cunt feverishly, your juices and Rick’s cum easing his way.

All out of tears, you stared into the darkness.

Shane rode you cruelly, your legs growing numb.

His breathing hitched, hips faltering.

He came with a grunt, grinding into you.

Almost tenderly, he released the cuffs, holding you upright, removing the gag.

Trembling, you shimmied your jeans up. 

“Hey.”

Nearly catatonic, you barely registered him speaking.

SMACK

“Listen to me.”

You tried to focus, terrified it wasn’t over.

“Rick and me? We got your ID. We know where you live.”

Blinking, his threat set in.

“You tell anyone, we’ll find you.”

“I..I won’t tell…never tell..” you stammered.

“Good girl.”

The two men sauntered to their cruiser.

“Thanks for your cooperation ma’am,” Shane taunted as they drove away.

 Crawling into the driver’s seat, you clutched your phone. 

“911. What is your emergency?”

“I need,” you sat up straight, “I need to report an assault.”

Shane and Rick were about to find out they had fucked with the wrong woman. 

Authority Song

John Mellencamp

1983

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❝𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐒❞ ↳ 𝐃. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

Inspired by “Judas” by Lady Gaga // Best viewed in Dark Mode

You were part of the tight-knit group that consisted of you, Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Shane Walsh. The married couple made a bet if you and Shane would end up together, they both knew Shane liked you, and you would say you were interested but not really.

Yet you felt like something was missing, you found the idea of being with Shane depressing. If it wasn’t for Andrea and Amy dragging you to a bar, you never would’ve met the man that flipped your life around. The man in the black leather jacket with the name JUDAS printed on the back.

Daryl ‘Judas’ Dixon…

Paring ➳ Biker!Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, MODERN AU/NO OUTBREAK, age-gap (Reader’s in late twenties, Daryl early forties), terribly written smut, violence, swearing, toxic relationships, mentions of marriage, mentions of having children…

CHAPTERS ↓ Tumblr Only

All of the titles are lyrics to Lady Gaga songs!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ║ ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ║ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐭❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ║ ❝𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 ║ ❝𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞❜𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ║ ❝𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ║ ❝𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗 ║ ❝𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 ║❝𝐈❜𝐦 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐰❞ (Coming soon!!)

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TWO'S COMPANY THREE'S A CROWD

.- TWD, Rick Grimes x F!Reader x Shane Walsh -.

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A/N: I think this will be at least two parts, but enjoy the first for now! This is written as a bit of an AU? lol, not sure how to exactly describe it. Reader is in Lori's place and it is set during mid or so season 2. I started TWD awhile ago and wanted to write for it. I've never really posted my works before, so hopefully this will be enjoyable for y'all. --------------------------------------------------

Above the sanctuary that was Hershel's farm, was the marmalade sky; perfectly painted with the color of the setting sun. Gentle clouds existed there, and the sight almost made you forget about the disquiet horrors that laid just outside the property line.

A tired sigh falls past your lips as your now callused fingers dig into the damp fabric of the shirt you sit and wash. A dark ragged cloth is clutched in your hand as you use it to scrub and scrub at the clashing red marred into the cerulean material.

Blood.

In the past, you'd only ever really see it when Carl got a bloody nose or whenever you managed to get a paper cut. Now it was anything but a rare sight. As your thoughts wander, your gaze pins into soapy scrubbed out shirt below, eyes burning into the stain. You knew it would never come out, and yet you still promptly dunked it into the cool water of the bucket below. Because you still had to try.

Try and hope. It felt like that's all you ever did anymore, two things that never ever guaranteed pay off. You swish the shirt around in the lukewarm water below, being faintly reminded of the washer you used to have; the haunt of the sweet domesticity you used to know ravaging your mind, possibly even sanity.

"..." You sigh out the built up inner tension, and switch your focus towards wringing out this shirt. Your hands diligently work to twist and curl the wet fabric, squeezing out the water it holds inside.

The only thing interrupting the motions you go through however is the distinct noise of crunching grass, one that usually alluded to nearby footsteps. Your head turns, preferring not to be ignorant to what the source was.. just in case. Although as soon as you spot the source in question, you curse the curiosity driven by your own paranoia.

It was Shane, his figure standing tall and imposing. Most of his impose being due to.. your history. His deceit about the death of your husband, what the both of you shared amidst his lie, the stinging sentiment you felt at the mere thought of him.

God, you really didn't want to talk to him right now.

Your grip on the shirt tightens as you swiftly turn your head back around, stand up, and then speed walk away towards the clothes line. hopefully he'd take the hint from your cold shoulder move. Alas, that hope of yours was severely underestimating just how stubborn Shane Walsh could be.

Within an instant you heard the simple crunches of grass become more urgent as Shane increased his charge towards you. He called out your name, his tone commanding and yet speckled with a sort of desperateness. He wanted you to hear him out.

"Hey hey- Let me tell you somethin'!"

No. You weren't going to do this, not today. He knew you were upset with him, why couldn't he just let you be? And so, without stopping you reach the clothes line and throw up the newly washed shirt, dead set on ignoring Shane.

It was regrettably, not as easy as that though, because as soon as you turned around you were face to face with the former officer. Instantly your face scrunched in annoyance as your mouth flew open to protest his presence, maybe even to berate him, but Shane spoke quicker.

"No no no- wait, just a minute. We need to talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you." You practically growled back as you hurriedly move to leave.

He steps directly in your way, hands reaching out and grasping your hips. "(Name)."

You hiss at him, "Don't touch me!"

This earns an exasperated sigh from him, "Ho-"

"WHUT!" You hear a shout from the distance, your heads turn instantly. It's Rick and he is MAD. "WHUT THE HULL!" Rick comes running full speed at you guys, and while Shane's distracted you take the opportunity to shake him off and step back.

"SHANE WAT ARE YOU DOIN' MANE!?" Rick says super mad as he speed walks over with his hands on his hips.

"NAWRICAHEASHABWALKOVERHERAAA!" Shane shouts back!!

You have no fucking clue what he's saying because his accent goes crazy!

"NAWWSHANEDONTYOUHAHABHAWSAYINGTHATANMMAYY!! YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MAH WIFE!" Rick shouts back.

"YOU KNOW I'M THE BETTER MANE RICK!!" Then Shane and Rick get so mad they press their foreheads together and start shouting a bunch of southern insults.

"You're an egg-suckin' dawg, Shane lemme tell you what!!" Rick shouts.

"Oh nawh mane!" Shane yells back, "YOUR FACE REMINDS ME OF A RUN-DOWN HONKY TONK!!"

"AY AY AY!" Rick growls Rick throws his right hook at Shane, knocking the other on his ass. Then Shane lunges forward like a fury-filled Chihuahua and tackles Rick to the grass.

"YOU BETTER STOP!! STOP!!" You shout to no avail, watching in anger as the two bros duke it out on the ground.

You get so mad that you pick up a large rock and hurl it at Rick's butt, earning a loud "OW!!!!!!" It doesn't stop them though.

Luckily though, you aren't the only ones on the farm and soon enough Hershel comes running out onto the grounds. "OH NOAT ON MAH FARM!" Hershel says, storming over.

"Hershel you have to stop them!" You plead to the old man, wanting help with their outburst.

"STOP IT YOU TURDBURGULARS! YOU-" then Hershel says a REALLY REALLY bad word and it makes you gasp and cover your mouth in shock.

You look over at Rick and Shane and they are also really shocked, instantly they stop fighting and take ten steps away from eachother. Shane looks.. traumatized, but Rick looks pissed!

Apparently Maggie was there too because you see her storm up behind Hershel. "Dad!!! You can't say that!" She whisper shouts at him all mad.

"OH JUST WAIT UNTIL MAH TWITTER FOLLOWERS HEAR ABOUT THIS ONE!" Rick roars, clearly offended.

Then Maggie ushers Hershel off, leading him back into the house quickly. They BASICALLY run away to avoid Rick cancelling them. Distantly you hear Hershel shouting about how "Itsa mah farm!" and "I miss the old days!"

You're also pretty sure you heard him let out a large old man fart, and then you saw a lump form in the back of his pants.. But anyway! You hear loud aggressive breathing and you look back at Shane and Rick who are both now pissed again. You think Rick knows you cheated now.. you didn't want to deal with that.. so...

"Sorry guys Sophia wanted me to braid her hair today." You say before dinking away as fast as possible.

"But Sophia is gone.." Shane whispers quietly to himself.... as he stares at your butt disappearing into the distance..

As you dink away you sigh in relief, literally thanking god that you didn't have to deal with those bumfucks! Although.. you aren't relieved for long because suddenly just then your stomach starts hurting like a bitch!

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME!" You shout at your belly as you boom over next to Dale's RV.

You fall to the ground and clutch your stomach in pain. Oh no.. Diarrhea! You prep yourself for a shart or something but then you just end up puking so you're like oh ok. You hurl into the grass next to the trailer and it kind of gets all over the side of Dale's RV because you don't puke straight down EVER. After like a minute of straight hurling, you finally finish and then Dale jumps out of the RV.

You look up at him from the ground.. his jaw is dropped and his eyes are fully widened. "HOLY COW! I almost thought I was in the exorcist for a minute!" He exclaims.

"Um what..." You reply.. cringe...

"Are you okay?" Dale asks.

"Yes." You reply, not wanting to talk about it..

"Marriage problems..?" Dale asks again..

"How did you know?!" You reply, finally looking up at him in surprise.

Dale shrugs, "I don't know I just guessed."

"Um okay Dale.."

Then Dale comes up next to you and crouches, placing a sweaty hand on your shoulder. "So.. (Name).. It's very common for married couples to fight when the hankypanky gets boring.." He begins. "I am actually a twister champion just so you know.."

"No Dale."

"Aw.."

Dale looks down at the ground all sad. "At least tell Rick I like his armpits."

"NO DALE!"

"Aw.." Then Dale walks back into the trailer.

You shake your head! Bro was wilding after his crazy wife died! First the exorcist and now he's trying to form a threesom- wait.. the exorcist.. Your eyes trail up to the puke on the RV. You remember what the bathrooms always looked like while you were pregnant with Carl.. insanely puke ridden. OH NO! WAS SHANE EVEN PULLING OUT WHILE YOU WERE BUMP AND DUMPING?! (dumping turds and wasting all the toilet paper btw)

Immediately you jump upwards, you run all the way over to Daryl's hobo homeless core set up on the side of the farm. You see Daryl sitting on the ground next to a weird little stick built fire.. he was diddling with a dead rabbit.

"EW!" You gag at the sight. "UGH! DARYL!"

"WHut!" Daryl shouts back, angry as always.

"I NEED YOU TO GO ON A RUN!" You hiss.

"OH HELL NAW OLIVE OIL YO ASS TRIPINGN!" Daryl roars back, clearly not going to do what you ask. What a WHORE!

"URRGGH!! FUCK OFF!" You flip him off, run up to his fire, kick dirt in it to make it go out and then you run away to find Glenn.

"WHERE IS HE.. WHERE IS HE!!" You search the farm like a hawk as you look around for that sumabitch.

IT TAKES YOU LIKE 7 MINUTES BUT EVENUTALLY YOU SPOT HIM DOING SOMETHING YOU DONT CARE WHAT HE'S DOING WHATEVER!! You run up to him.

"Glenn! There you are!" You hiss at him. He looks so confused and concerned.

"Uh- wha- huh?"

"I NEED YOU TO GO ON A RUN FOR ME DAMMIT!"

He flinches slightly when you shout, clearly surprised at how you're directing your random fury onto him. ".. For what?"

You calm down a bit as you pause to explain the predicament at hand.. you take in a deep breath.. "Well it's a special stick that changes patterns when you go pee on it.."

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢  — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

[artemiseamoon]

Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

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There are older finished fics too, pre summed 2022, Just look at my masterlist.

If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader

Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader

The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au

Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc

[darlingshane]

Rating: G // Ship: Shane Walsh x F!Reader // WC: 1,316

– @gabymiller​ requested – Would you write maybe a cute little fic series of modern au Shane Walsh x reader and they have a baby girl and Shane is worried about sending her off to kindergarten and just cute little at home fam moments.

A/N: I tried my best, hope you like this! Since you said series, this sparked a few other scenarios but I’m always open to other suggestions. You can also read on AO3.

Part 1: First Day Jitters

Shane's anxiety about your daughter's first day of kindergarten is somewhat contagious. The thought of leaving your five-year old in the hands of strangers just for a few hours has been eating him up, and you in the process, for days and there is nothing you can do about it. Only thing you can try is keeping it together for the sake of your baby girl, Willa.

It's a big day for her and you wouldn't want to make her more nervous than necessary.

Compared to Shane, she's cool as a cucumber and overly excited to see what's awaiting after all the things you've told her to prepare her for it. She's already met the teacher a few days ago and has a couple of friends in her class.

Being used to waking up on her own before any alarm goes off, getting her out of bed and feeding her breakfast is not a problem today, and when Shane arrives from his night shift at 6 in the morning, you're still asleep and she's already peering out her bedroom's door, as soon as she hears him climbing the stairs, greeting daddy good morning with that same mischievous smile tugging at her lips that she inherited from him.

“Mornin', sweetheart, what are you doin' up? Are you nervous about school?” he crouches in front of her, pushing her curls away from her sleepy face.

“Uh-uh. I'm hungry.”

“Yeah? You wanna help daddy make breakfast?” She nods as his hand extends out for her to take before standing up, “c'mon, but you gotta be quiet; mommy's still asleep, okay?”

“Okay.”

She quietly follows him into your bedroom, leaving the door open to have the light from the hallway guide his way into the dark room so he doesn't have to turn the lights inside.

They find you soundly asleep on your side of the bed and Willa quickly forgets about the not waking up mommy rule, crawling directly on top of the mattress with no regards whatsoever, having those exact intentions and stirring you up into semi-consciousness.

“Sh, sh… Will, let mommy sleep. It's still early,” he puts his bag down by the closet.

She frowns at him playfully, hushing, “was just gonna give her a morning kiss.”

“Hmm, you both need to work on your stealth skills,” you say hoarse before clearing your throat, extending an arm to your daughter who is fast to jump and smooch your face, “good morning, stinky breath.”

“I don't have a stinky breath,” she giggles against your cheek.

“I tried,” Shane huffs, bowing to kiss your temple, “I'm sorry, baby.”

“It's okay,” you hug Willa, snuggling her to your chest while he slips out of his uniform and yanks some sweats on.

Dividing duties, Shane takes care of breakfast while you make sure she has everything ready to go before joining them at the table.

Like father, like daughter, she's devouring a bowl of cereal with milk as fast as Shane drinks his coffee from his big 'Best Daddy' mug.

With plenty of time to spare, you take your time with yours, observing how unusually quiet Shane is for someone who never shut ups, watching over her with nothing but pure adoration. You can tell how those fears rise again as the clock ticks away those few moments left until having to drive her to school.

When Willa settles on the couch to watch her cartoons for a few minutes, you cover the back of his hand with yours, fondly squeezing to have his head tilt in your direction.

“Hey, she's gonna be fine.”

“I know…” he dramatically sighs like he’s holding by a thread, “but she's still a baby. She should stay here with me. I'll teach her everything she needs to know.”

Your lips curve up, “she's not and you can't.”

“I can try,” he quips before sipping from his cup.

After breakfast, you lay out a few outfits for her on the bed and have her choose what she wants to wear. She's just starting to grow a little more independent and you see that she dresses herself with the occasional help when she needs it. For today she's picked denim shorts, a dark, blue blouse with little red flowers, and velcro shoes.

Shane does her hair, gathering it all in a ponytail; even though she prefers you to do it cause she says daddy always pulls her hair. You've already taught him how to braid and everything, but you show him again how to do it gentler because the next couple of days it'd be up to him to do this and everything else alone since you’ll be at work.

Right before leaving, you take a picture with your phone of Willa with her cute red backpack by the door to mark that milestone before leaving the house. Then, you take one more shot when she reaches for Shane's hand as they walk up to the car in the driveway.

You pull up a block away to walk up to the building the rest of the way.

Up until that moment she was feeling pretty brave. She has you and Shane holding either of her hands when she stops on her tracks in the middle of the sidewalk. It must have been the amount of kids and parents herding in the same direction that leads her to look at you, a little scared, and grip tighter around your hand.

“What's wrong, sweet pea?” You glance at her.

“I don't wanna go alone.”

“We're going in with you, baby, and we'll stay as long as you need like we said, okay?”

“And you're gonna come back for me?” She looks up to Shane then, who seems like he just got his heart broken by the way she says that.

“Yeah, sweetheart, of course we're gonna,” he reassures her, releasing her hand to hoist her up in his arms instead with minimal effort, “mommy and daddy are always always gonna come back for you.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he hugs her tight, as her arms fold around his neck.

You smooth your palm on Shane’s back before resuming your walk.

She stays in Shane's arms up until you arrive at the doors where you meet the Grimes– Rick, Michonne and their little boy RJ, who happens to be in her class, which is reassuring to know at least that she has one friend already.

“First day jitters?” Michonne asks you, as all of you make your way inside together to find the class.

“Yeah,” “Yeah,” you sigh heavily, feeling all of a sudden that same pang of anxiety Shane had earlier.

“Don't worry, it gets easier,” she knows from experience, having gone through that already with Carl and her 8 year-old twins from her previous marriage.

Once you're in the class, the teacher greets you before allowing Willa and RJ to sit side by side in a round table with space for at least four more children.

As they get comfortable in their seats, you take another photo with your phone of both kids smiling widely, and free the space to observe how they do from the back of the classroom while more people arrive.

So far, everything's good. She just chats up and laughs with RJ while your hand finds Shane's.

There's still a couple of minutes left before the bell rings and the teacher gives you one last opportunity to say goodbye. A few parents start leaving without worries, while others still cling to their agitated children.

You go over to the table and give her one more hug.

“We gotta go now, baby. Be good and listen to Ms. Greene, okay?” you gently cup her face and she nods.

“We'll be back before you know it,” Shane adds, pulling her into another hug, kissing her hair, whispering, “I love you, baby girl.”

“Love you too, daddy.”

[purity-in-blood]

Dylan’s masterlist and intro

Requests are closed! My motivation can disappear at any moment but if needed I’ll say if I’m taking a break.

Requests being written-

Yandere!James Gordon jr. x Barbara Gordon

JD x innocent!reader

Stalker!Tate Langdon x reader

Tate Langdon x female reader (their relationship is abusive)

Tate Langdon x reader (he sneaks into her room to have his way with her)

Active Shooter—(Any fics about Tate Langdon that revolves around the shooting)

On Your Knees For Salvation-

My Gun Met Her Lips (well, she can take it stop throwing a fit)—a sequel to the one above

The Sheriff’s Sunshine—(Rick Grimes/Beth Greene fics)

Shot Through The Heart

Hi everyone! My name is Dylan (she/her. 19) You can refer to me as any nickname you’d like! I’m currently in college and some weeks are busy for me.

I adore interacting with my followers and you can message me whenever. If you feel more comfortable sending a request through DM I wouldn’t mind writing something for you.

This is my writing blog for whatever fucked up stuff I’m into at the moment. I only write nsfw for 18+ so please keep this in mind when requesting. Also, I write really dark content at times so if that triggers you don’t interact with me. Of course I’ll always add warnings beforehand and you know your limits best.

I can try writing for a fandom not on my list but it might take a while. Or I might have to deny the request.

I don’t condone anything I write irl.

When requesting make sure to be as descriptive as possible! It seriously helps me a lot.

I’ll add onto this whenever something comes to mind!

My fandoms-

DC Comics

The Walking Dead

Vampire Academy (books only)

Vampire Knight (anime only)

American Horror Story (I haven’t watched it yet)

Halloween (2007-2009)

Heathers

The Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit

I’ll write-

Fics/oneshots

Headcanons

AU’s

Missing scene fics (I can add something to a specific scene you wished would’ve happened or create something for you that expands canon, a relationship, etc)

I could try writing fics based on certain songs

I can try writing character x reader

Character x character

Who I’ll write for-

DC: The Joker, Barbara Gordon (Batgirl/Oracle), Jason Todd, James Gordon jr., etc (I’m a bit more knowledgeable of these characters)

TWD: Rick Grimes, Beth Greene, Shane Walsh (more to come)

Vampire Academy: Rose Hathaway, Adrian Ivashkov, Lissa Dragomir, Christian Ozera, Avery Lazar (more to come)

Vampire Knight: Yuki Cross/Kuran, Kaname Kuran, Shizuka Hio, Maria Kurenai

AHS: Tate Langdon (I feel like I’ve got a good idea of his character)

Halloween: Michael Myers, Laurie Strode/Angel Myers

Heathers: JD and Veronica Sawyer

The Lord of The Rings, The Hobbit and Shadow of Mordor/War: Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil, Celebrimbor, Galadriel, Sauron/Annatar, Boromir, Faramir, Éowyn, Éomer, Thèoden, etc. (I’ve never written for this fandom before though)

Themes-

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Hurt without comfort

Rape/non-con

Stalking

Kidnapping

Yandere

Age gap (nothing 14 or younger/adult type of stuff)

Teacher/student

Being forced into a relationship

Forced vampirism

Forced worship (as in someone having a superiority/God complex. They make another “worship” them)

Loss of virginity

Incest

School shooting (only for Tate Langdon if you want to go this route. Obviously this topic is VERY sensitive so please block this tag if you’d rather not see it. I don’t shy away from darker topics)

Kinks I’ll write-

Blood

Authoritative (the use of Sir, things like that)

Uniform (Sheriff/Officer, Military, Nurse)

Degradation

Voyeurism

Biting

Choking

Throat fucking

Gun and knife play

Boot worship (specifically combat boots) 

Dumbification

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[mdemontespan1667]

AND I FEEL FINE

-SHANE WALSH (TRUCKS/MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE AU) X READER (3RD PERSON)

-SHANE'S POV

WARNINGS: VEHICULAR VIOLENCE/HOMICIDE - MENTIONS OF DEAD BODIES - GORE - BLOOD - HORROR - VAGINAL SEX - ORAL SEX (MALE AND FEMALE RECEIVING)

18 + ONLY/NO MINORS

No one ever in the history of fan fiction has asked for this AU. But here it is. It's based on the short story Trucks by Stephen King and the cocaine fueled Maximum Overdrive directed by the same. I copied the following synopsis from Wikipedia:

"Trucks" takes place in a truck stop in the United States. The truck stop is located off a freeway and it features a diner, a gas station, and a convenience store.

The story's narrator and a handful of strangers find themselves trapped together in a freeway truck stop diner after semi-trailers and other large vehicles are suddenly brought to independent life by an unknown force and proceed to gruesomely kill every human in sight.

A great big humongous THANK YOU to the uber talented and always fabulous @caffiend-queen. Without you I doubt I ever would've posted this.

“We’re gonna die.”

Her voice was composed, resigned but even.

The hysterics of 2 days ago had settled, much like the remains of her friend.

Shane had watched as their lime green VW Bug fishtailed into the parking lot, narrowly missing the concrete embedded pumps, an old International Harvester on their ass.

The driver had overcorrected, pitching the vehicle forward in a sickening roll.

Both occupants had escaped the wreckage, bloodied and disorientated.

The woman standing behind him had made it inside.

The IH had clipped her friend’s leg.

She’d spun, falling under the truck’s 24 inch wheels.

Others had followed.

All that was left was a vague dark shape, the oil stained limestone parking lot absorbing most of the gore.

It wasn’t the only body.

An elderly couple staring lifelessly from their Lincoln Towncar.

A boy, who couldn’t have been more than 16, half in, half out of his primered Nova’s windshield.

The balding, middle aged Bible salesman who had lost it last night around the time the electricity went out.

Babbling about End Times and God’s wrath against the sinners, he had bolted out the double doors. 

A cement truck had pounced.

The impact had fling him a good 20 feet, flinging him in an overgrown drainage ditch.

His agonized wails had carried in the air despite the burbling diesels, putting everyone on edge.

No one would admit they had been relieved when it stopped.

Shane’s own patrol car was unrecognizable.

Each truck had a turn like a group of sailors with a cheap whore. 

He’d been inside, shooting the shit after filling his tank when the first trucks arrived.

Trucks with no drivers.

Motion to his right brought him back to the present.

The woman had set down on the faded vinyl seat that now faced the tinted plate glass windows.

The dim glass showed her reflection.

Her eyes were still swollen and bloodshot from sobbing, lips chewed raw, a drawn, pinched look to her cheeks.

She reminded him of one of his Grandma Jean’s Limoges figurines, fragile and ready to shatter at the least provocation. 

The short Flamingo pink sundress she wore was dotted with blood, hem torn.

“Make love to me.”

“Huh.”

Her words caught him off guard.

He glanced at the woman, trying to gauge her sanity.

She continued to stare straight ahead.

“Make love to me.”

There was no mistaking this time.

Faint, tinny music from an ancient battery operated boombox floated from the kitchen.

Time is the essence

Time is the season

Time ain’t not reason

Got no time to slow

Time everlasting

Time to play B sides

Time ain’t on my side

Time I’ll never know

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I'm not the one to tell you what’s wrong or what’s right

I’ve seen suns that were freezing and live that were through

But I’m burnin'

I’m burnin'

I’m burnin' for you

“I’m not sure this is the right time or place darlin.”

She reached over, placing her hand in his lap.

Her fingers traced Shane’s dick under his uniform.

“It’s the end of the World.”

Despite the circumstances, he felt himself react.

Fucking her might be a Grade A Asshole move but it wouldn’t be the first one he’d ever made.

“Where to?”

He made to stand up but she stopped him.

“Here. I don’t care who, or what, sees.”

She dropped to the worn, pitted linoleum, situating herself between his legs.

Shane expected her to be fumbling, desperate.

Instead she was calm, drawing his shirt over his head, unzipping his pants, pulling his hard length free, her eyes glazing at the size.

She licked him from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head, taking more of him with each swipe.

The woman hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head, hand pumping in a  synchronized pattern.

Shane hissed, leaning back.

He lifted his foot, dragging her dress down.

She dipped her head over and over, saliva pooling on her chin.

Tittering on the edge, he gently pushed her away.

She stood, shimmying her dress to the floor.

Shane ran his knuckles through her slit.

“Damn girl, sucking my dick got your pussy all kinds of messy.”

The urge to bend her over and slam his dick home was strong, but if this was the last time he wanted it to be good for her too. 

He bent forward replacing his knuckles with his tongue.

Her breath caught.

He grabbed her ass, bringing her closer.

He lapped at her cunt circling and sucking her clit.

Low moans spurred him on.

He worked her faster, inserting two fingers, sweeping her nub, raising her to her tiptoes.

She braced her hands on his back, nails digging in, her legs starting to tremble.

Shane doubled his efforts.

She came hard, incoherent cries bubbling from her lips.

He held on as she ground her pussy on his tongue, dragging out her orgasm. 

Gradually the shaking resided.

He set back, lifting his hips, pushing his uniform pants down.

“Climb on.”

The woman straddled him, knees spread wide, hands balanced on his shoulders.

His hands settled on her lips, guiding her.

She whimpered as he slipped in.

A small smirk formed on his lips.

“You can take it all darlin.”

Her legs slid further apart, taking more of him.

“Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”

With a pained sigh she enveloped him to the hilt.

Shane gave her a moment to get accustomed to his size then slapped her ass.

“Ride me girl.”

She rolled her hips, hesitant at first, more confidently as her walls adjusted.

He caught a nipple, his mouth hot on her cool skin.

Arching her back, she tangled her hands in his hair.

One hand snaked from her hip to her sopping cunt, thumb caressing her swollen nub.

Shane’s other hand held her, his hips rising to meet hers.

Her pussy clenched around him, a sure sign of her impending orgasm.

“You gonna cum all over my big dick?”

The woman nodded, biting her lip.

He stroked her clit quicker.

Her rhythm was chaotic as she came, squeezing his dick so hard he growled.

Before the aftershocks faded Shane caught hold of her hips again, fingers digging in her flesh.

“Hold on.”

She leaned forward, clasping the back of the seat.

Shane lifted his hips, thrusting inside her velvety warmth.

He fucked her mercilessly, bouncing her on his dick, her tits swaying.

He caught one, then the other, sucking and nipping.

She dropped her hand between them, fingers twitching violently at her overstimulated nub. 

“That’s it darlin.”

He gritted his teeth.

“That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”

The bench springs squealed in protest. 

She let go, her cunt clamping, head falling back as she came. 

Shane hooked his arms under hers, holding her to him.

He pistoned his hips, driving up into her, harder, faster.

Beyond control Shane used her body like a fuck toy, her head flopping like a rag doll.

Grunting he came, his cum dribbling from her abused cunt.

When their breathing slowed, she shifted, settling beside him.

He situated himself, zipping his pants.

The woman retrieved her dress.

Headlights splashed across the windows.

A faded yellow bulldozer had joined the others, smoke stacks belching fire.

She wiped a silent tear from her cheek.

“It won’t be long now.”

Shane wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. 

He kissed her forehead.

They watched………..

And waited.

Burnin' For You / Blue Oyster Cult 1981

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At All Costs

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader

Setting: Takes place right before season one in an AU where he is married with a family and the apocalypse starts happening

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Offensive language, violence & death

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The last two months had been very difficult for your family. Over the last handful of months, you and your husband - Shane - had been having issues. Two weeks ago his best friend, Rick, was shot on duty. He has been in a coma since the incident and while he may not admit it, you knew that his friend’s condition was taking a toll on him. They were like brothers, and Rick’s family was like an addition to your own - it was difficult for all of you.

Because of what happened, Shane had been helping out Rick’s wife, Lori, whenever needed. Typically it was just picking Carl up from school or taking shifts at the hospital - but it meant that he was out of the house even more than normal. It had almost begun to feel like he was trying to avoid you... You knew that things were off - you had been fighting more over the last few months than you had in your entire six-year marriage.

Something felt off today, but you couldn’t place it. Call it mothers intuition, but you felt like something was wrong. You called the hospital to check on Rick, whose condition had not changed. You checked the news, which offered little information. The kids were fine, you texted Shane to ask how his day was going and he responded normally. You couldn’t figure out what was bothering you so much.

That night, you went to bed a little earlier. You had the kids ready by eight and got yourself in bed a half-hour later, exhausted from the day's events. You went food shopping, took the kids to school, went to the bank, took Annie(your five-year-old) to dance class, got the boys’ hair cut, bathed all the kids, and made dinner. You set aside a plate for Shane as always, annoyed that he missed dinner once again. He was done work by six, but he went over to the hospital after work. It wasn’t like you didn’t care about Rick - you did. But you needed your husband lately.

You couldn’t fall asleep until you knew that Shane was home, the strange feeling in your gut not allowing your mind to be quiet. You heard the door close downstairs and knew that he was finally home. You moved your head to look at the clock on your bedside table, the green numbers reading 9:01.

You laid in bed, restlessly reading a book that you were not very interested in, awaiting him to come up. Ten minutes passed and you wondered if he wouldn’t bother checking up on you but eventually, the door cracked open and he appeared, peeking in. “Hey,” He greets quietly, closing the door behind himself quietly. You don’t respond, watching as he strips his uniform off and places his handgun in the safe. Shane throws a pair of sweats on and sits down on his side of the bed, a large sigh escaping his lips. “Tired?” You ask, your eyes trailing down his shirtless back that is facing you.

He nods his head and raises a hand to massage the back of his neck. You can see how exhausted he is, and it makes you feel sad. You miss the days when he came home from work, no matter how tired he was, he would smile and kiss you when he walked in the door. You push the blanket off of your legs, setting the book aside and moving across the bed to sit beside him. You look at him in the mirror momentarily before placing your hands on his muscular shoulders, beginning to massage them.

You feel his muscles relax under your fingers, his warm skin transferring heat onto your own body. Shane lets his head fall back slightly and you see him close his eyes in the mirror. “How is she?” You mutter as you work his shoulders, studying his expression in the mirror as you ask. You trusted your husband, you didn’t think that he would cheat on you - but you knew that Lori had her tendencies. Sometimes she didn’t know her boundaries and could be a little too friendly with your husband, something that strained your relationship with her over the years. It was a contributing factor to why you and Shane had been arguing more lately - seeing as he has been with her almost every night lately.

His expression doesn’t change at your question, making you believe him when he responds by telling you about how tonight’s trip to the hospital went and what he did at their house. You nod as you listen, trailing your hands down his back, trying to relax all of his muscles.

You finish massaging him and scoot back to your spot in bed, tucking yourself under the blankets. “There’s a plate for you.” You inform him, referring to dinner. Shane nods and stands from the bed, not bothering to throw on a shirt as he makes his way to lean over beside you, giving you a quick kiss.

“You’re the best.” He mutters before giving you a kiss on your forehead too, then exiting your shared room.

The next morning you awoke fairly early, something startling you out of your sleep. You heard some commotion outside but ignored it, checking the time. 8:34. You threw an arm out to your side to feel if Shane had gone to work yet, disappointed to feel empty sheets below your hand. You heard some loud beeping outside and muffled speaking from somewhere on the street, but you decided to ignore it again, too tired. You had slept almost eleven hours, why were you so exhausted?

You grabbed your cell phone from the bedside table to check if you had any messages, but you were shocked to see that you had no service. You sat up in bed and started scrolling through your settings, trying to figure out why your phone had been shut off, but everything was normal. Had you forgotten to pay the bill? You got up out of bed and went to the bathroom, freshening up in record time before heading back to your room to get dressed.

“Mom?” Your son’s voice startles you. Sam is standing in your doorway looking at you with sleepy eyes.

“Good morning buddy.” You greet him as you finish buckling your belt. You hear a weird bang somewhere outside, your eyes shooting to the window that is blocked by your dark curtains. What was going on today?

“What’s the noises?” Sam asks, wiping one of his eyes as he leans his small body against the doorframe. You open your mouth to answer his question but are immediately interrupted by an explosion outside. The windows shake and your ears ring as the loud sound that erupted, your heart leaping out of your chest from the scare. Sam runs over to you and starts sniffling, holding back tears from the sudden startle. You carefully approach the window, moving the curtain aside slightly to peek outside - bewildered by what you see. There is a car on fire on the sidewalk across the street, people running through the streets and cars driving recklessly down the road. There are people chasing after cars and some of them look injured as they chase other people.

“What the fuck?” You mutter as you try to wrap your head around what you are seeing. “What’s happening?” Sam stammers below you, his head pressed against your arm. You start to answer him until you spot a woman being chased by two people. She falls onto the ground and the people jump on top of her. You watch in horror, unable to tell exactly what they are doing. They aren’t hitting her like you would expect, but it looked as though they were biting and scratching her. You have to call 911!

Flustered and scared, you panic as you try to figure out what to do. You have to try to house-phone to call Shane and the police. Should you wake the kids? Should you hide? “Go into Annie’s room and do not look out the window.” You tell Sam, giving him a nudge toward his younger sister’s room as you start toward your closet. You enter the password into the safe and hesitantly grab Shane’s house gun. It’s a Glock 22 handgun, nothing too crazy. Despite your husband being an officer, you were very uncomfortable around guns. He had shown you how to use it twice before, one of those times including some target practice - but it did not make you a pro by any standards.

You close the safe and hold the gun with both hands by your hips, remembering to check the safety and insert the clip that you took out with it. You keep your finger off of the trigger and start heading down the stairs, checking your corners hastily as you make your way to the house phone. You place the gun on the kitchen counter and hold the phone up to your ear to check for the buzzing sound. You hear nothing - and panic sets in. People were outside acting insane and the phones are out... What the hell is going on?

You stand there for a moment debating what your next action needs to be. What do you do? Your breathing becomes uneven as you wonder what Shane would do. Slowly and carefully, you approach the kitchen window and glance out. There are still people running around, some holding suitcases and bags, some without any belongings. You see people on the other side of the street fighting over the driver door of a car as other people run toward them. You take notice of the electrical pole down on the sidewalk a few houses down, explaining why you had no cell service. Your car is in the driveway but Shane’s patrol car is not, as expected.

You head over to the TV to check the news, but quickly realize that the power is out. You struggle to keep your composure, determined not to have a panic attack right now. You grab the gun off of the counter and head back upstairs, hastily opening one of Shane’s drawers and grabbing the holster for the handgun, which you tuck it inside of and slip into your belt on your back - not wanting your kids to see it.

You head to the boys’ shared room and open the door, making your way to the window and throwing the curtains shut hastily, double-checking that the window is locked. “Liam, get up. Now.” You demand, throwing the blanket off of your sleeping eleven-year-old son.

He jumps up when you throw the blanket off, startled by your actions. You’ve never been the type to wake your kids up rudely unless it was very late in the morning, so he could see that something was off. “What’s wrong?” He asks as he tosses his legs off the side of the bed, stretching in his spot.

“Get dressed, now. Something’s happening I need you to listen to me right now.” You explain, trying not to scare him but making sure your urgency is obvious. You have no idea what is going on or what you need to do. Surely Shane must know what is happening. Even if some of the cell phones were out, someone had to have called this in. It was only a matter of time before the police showed up...

You leave the room momentarily as Liam gets up and starts pulling out clothes to change into. You go into Annie’s bedroom, spotting Sam and her sitting in her bed together. “Mommy what’s wrong?” Sam asks again. He is sitting beside his sister with his knees up to his chest, clearly frightened.

“I don’t know guys. We need to get dressed, okay? Don’t get scared, I’m going to figure out what’s happening.” You assure them, reaching your hand out to take his hand, helping him off of the bed. “Go get dressed with your brother, Sam. Something warm. Jeans and a shirt, okay? Do not go near the window. Come back when you’re done.” You instruct him. He nods and scurries off to his room to do as he’s told while you lift Annie off of her bed and start grabbing clothes from her drawers to change her into.

You make quick work of getting your five-year-old daughter’s pajamas off, tossing them carelessly on the floor as you get her changed. “Mommy where are we going?” She asks as you pull socks onto her feet.

“Nowhere yet, baby. We’re just getting ready.” You explain to her, standing up when you finish and carefully peaking out the window again. There are fewer people on the streets, the flames on the car burning high, creating a large cloud of black smoke over it. You see a few people laying in the street and on sidewalks, not moving... There’s no way... There is no way that they are dead. What the hell?!

The boys both walk into the room and you scurry away from the window, closing the door behind them. “Just sit down.” You say, taking a deep breath to try to slow your heart rate. Is Shane okay? Does he know what’s happening? What if those people really are dead? What happened to them?

A million questions race through your head but the sound of gunshots snaps you out of your thoughts. The kids yelp and duck onto the floor and bed at the startling sounds, Annie beginning to cry. You stare at the window, scooting across the wall to peek through the curtains to see what was happening. You spot more people laying on the ground, unmistakable blood surrounding them as someone runs away from them. You feel sick to your stomach as you move away from the window, lifting Annie from her bed and placing her on the floor.

“Get under the bed, now.” You demand, blinking the tears out of your eyes as you help the kids get under the bed. You pull down a blanket to hang off the side and cover them, grabbing Annie’s stuffed bear from her bed and handing it to her. She continues whimpering and Liam hugs her, trying to soothe her. You duck down to look at them and give them a small smile.

“Hey hey, it’s fine. Shhh. Baby, it’s okay. Mommy’s gonna figure this out, don’t worry. Pretend we’re playing a game, okay. It’s like hide and seek. We’re just playing a little hide and seek for now, okay?” You reassure her, reaching your hand under to squeeze her smaller one, brushing a tear off of her cheek.

“Where’s Daddy?” Sam asks. All three sets of eyes stare at you for answers and you feel yourself becoming consistently more overwhelmed.

“He’s at work, hun. Don’t worry okay, this will be over soon.” You say. You hear a car door outside slam and then a bang at your door, causing you to jump up from where you were crouching. Was someone trying to get in? You glance under the bed quickly and whisper: “Don’t make a sound. Promise me. Do not make a sound.” You demand before pulling the blanket down a little further and quietly standing up, removing the gun from its holster in the back of your jeans. You step carefully toward the door, clicking the lock that you had originally wanted to remove from the door when you first moved in - now grateful for it.

There is definitely someone in the house now, but you don’t hear any voices. It isn’t Shane... He would’ve announced himself...? You hear the unmistakable sound of someone coming up the stairs and hold your breath, the gun in your hands shaking slightly from your nerves. “Y/N?” Your eyes go wide when you hear a male voice call out your name quietly from out in the hallway. Should you answer? What if it’s not Shane?

“Y/N!” It calls out a little louder, and you recognize the voice, a wave of relief flooding over you. You unlock the door and slowly open it, aiming the gun in front of you as you turn the corner and step out. You are met with a gun aimed at you as well - a choked gasp escaping your lips as you lower your gun at the sight of Shane standing there. He lowers his gun and runs over to you, pulling you into his arms. “Where are they?” He asks as he pulls you back into the room, closing the door behind you.

“Daddy?” Annie calls out from under the bed, peeking her head out. You almost yell at her for not listening to you but decide not to as she crawls out and throws herself into his arms. They have never been in this situation - your kids must be scared to death. The boys crawl out from under the bed and hug their father too, small sobs escaping from all of them.

“We need to go. Right now. Start packing up.” Shane informs you as you place the gun back into its holster.

“Shane what is happening? Did you see that out there?” You question, demanding answers.

“Babe I will explain but we need to get out of here first. People are killin each other out there... There’s something wrong with them I don’t know but we gotta go.” He says, putting Annie back down on the floor. “Go back under the bed and don’t come out until we say so.” He instructs your children. They stare at him with wide eyes but quickly do as their told. “Get anything important. Food, clothes, batteries, money. Quickly.” Shane demands, opening the door and aiming his gun as he checks the corner, heading over to your bedroom.

You force yourself to listen, following him to the room and grabbing one of the suitcases that he hands you. You go into the boys' room and start throwing a few shirts and pairs of pants into it, trying to quickly determine what you should pack. You grab socks and underwear for each of them and grab their pillows from each of their beds, tossing them out into the hallway. You do the same thing in Annie’s room as Shane packs up in your bedroom. You grab the essentials and mutter comforting words aloud as you do so, trying to keep them calm as you do what Shane said. Your suitcase is full quickly and you leave it in the hallway, going back to your room to grab the last one that you guys had.

You grab your spare money from the safe, only $200, and the pepper spray that you kept in your bedside table. You take notice of a blue bag that you don’t recognize on the floor beside Shane and realize that it is full of guns and ammo. “Where did that come from?” You gasp as you continue packing the suitcase.

“The station. I cleared out the locker. Everyone is going crazy. There’s people fuckin eating each other. I went by the hospital on my way to work and they... They were killing people... Shooting them in the hall...” You freeze in place and stare at him in shock.

“What...? Rick?”

“I locked up the door but I couldn't move him... All those machines... He wouldn’t... I couldn’t... It’s locked up.” He mutters aloud as he zips up the suitcase and throws the bag of guns over his shoulder. “Get food.” He says as he goes back into the hallway.

After about half an hour things outside have progressively gotten worse. You heard another explosion out there somewhere and a lot of screaming. You packed up as much as you thought you could fit in the car, trying to only grab essentials. Food, clothes, blankets, money, batteries, water... You had a pile of bags and suitcases in the living room downstairs - waiting for Shane to determine when to go. He had his walk talky and was trying to get a hold of people, but it wasn’t working. He through on the radio - they were talking about cannibals and chaos. Nothing was making sense. When Shane heard one reporter mention something about nuking Atlanta, that was when he snapped.

He slammed his hand down on the table and stood up frantically, shutting off the radio and taking your arm, pulling you upstairs. “We’re leaving.” He mutters as he guides you back to Annie’s room. You help the kids out from under the bed, Shane watching out the window as you do so. “Mommy who’s screaming?” Sam asks as you hand him his shoes, telling Liam to help Annie get into her sneakers.

“I don’t know sweetie. Try not to listen. Listen to me.” You tell him as you tie his shoes, glancing up at Shane perched at the window, gun in hand. You hate the kids witnessing this and almost want to tell him to put it away, but you know it’s probably better that he has it out. “How are we doing this?” You ask Shane as you stand up, taking Annie’s hand. He moves from the window and looks at you. He looks scared, but he is trying not to show it.

“Ima load up the car. C’mon.” He mutters, grabbing Sam’s hand and guiding you guys out of the room and down the stairs cautiously. He checks outside quickly before he starts grabbing as much as he can carry and rushes out to the driveway to load up the car. You follow close behind him and toss everything into the trunk, watching his back as he does so. You grab the keys from him and start the car, keeping an eye out for anyone coming near you guys. You see a crowd of people down toward the end of the street and you can actually feel the heat from the car across the street. Another gunshot rings from somewhere in the distance and Shane grabs you arm, dragging you back into the house to get the last of the stuff.

The trunk is nearly completely full when you finish and you are quick to guide the kids into the car. You are thankful that your car is fairly large, like a modern day minivan. You had to pull one of the foldable seats in the trunk down to have enough room for all of your stuff, but there was still one more spare seat back there that you were going to need. You didn’t have to ask Shane if you were going to go get Lori and Carl, you knew it and would demand it anyway. You put Annie in her carseat and tell Liam to buckle her up, slamming the door shut behind them as soon as they get inside.

“Get it!” Shane hollers as he takes aim at someone running toward you guys from down the street. You rush to the other side of the car and get into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut hastily and looking out for Shane. He hollers for the person to stop but they keep charging toward him. As they get closer you realize that they are bleeding and part of their neck was torn open...

“Shane!” You holler. You realize what is about to happen and turn in your seat quick. “Close your eyes!” You scream at your children, reaching back to shield Annie’s eyes just as the gunshot rings out from beside your car. Your heart drops in your chest as you watch the person keep running at Shane, despite just being shot in the chest. One more gunshot rings out and all three children starts crying as they hold their faces in their hands, Annie gripping onto your hand on her eyes for dear life.

The person finally falls to the ground after the second shot and Shane jumps into the car hastily, locking the doors and pulling out of the driveway as soon as he’s in. You continue holding Annie’s hand and try to calm them, ignoring your own emotions as they cry out. Shane speeds down the street, dodging people and cars all the while. You force yourself to keep your eyes on the kids, repeating that they don’t look. “Just look at me. We’re okay. It’s fine, just look at me.” You urge them as Shane drives. You hear his heavy breathing and try not to move too much as you are swayed in your seat due to your improper position.

You arrive at Lori’s house within a few minutes and hastily get out with Shane, leaving the car running. He keeps watch while you run up to her door, banging out it urgently. “Lori! It’s Y/N! Open up!” You holler, banging on the wooden door relentlessly. After a moment you hear it unlock and she appears, letting you inside. “We gotta go, now!” You exclaim. Shane had already got a hold of her thanks to Rick having the same communication radio in his own house. Thankfully she had been smart enough to turn it on, so he was able to tell her that you guys were coming.

She doesn’t speak as she grabs her bags with you and runs outside to stuff them into your trunk. You open the backdoor and help Liam out of his seat so that you can pull it back to make room for Lori and Carl. She slams the trunk shut and Shane hollers to hurry up as he spots more people heading in your direction. You rush Carl into the backseat, helping him climb in as best as you can. “C’mon!” Shane hollers loudly and you spot even more people on your side of the car heading in your direction. You aren’t going to have enough time. You pull the passenger door open and shove Liam inside just as Lori squeezes into the back with Carl, pulling the child into her lap and moving the seat back into place.

You jump into the car and slam the door shut with just seconds to spare before the people reach the car and throw themselves against it, growling and banging on it. Shane gets in on his side and starts pulling out just as even more reach his side and bang on it. You watch in horror as they try biting at the window, some of them bloody and injured. They’re acting like...Zombies...

Shane throws an arm over Liam as he drives, holding him in place as you reach up and pull his seat belt onto him. “Mommy!” Annie screams from beside you as Shane struggles to get out of the driveway with all of the people crowding around the car.

“Don’t look!” You holler as you finally manage to get it in, moving to shield Annie’s eyes and hold onto Sam’s hand.

“Come on!” Shane hollers before stepping on it, shooting the car backward and definitely running one or two of them over, the crunching sound making your stomach twist as much as the rapid movements of the car. Shane speeds down the streets, staying clear of the highway as he rushes to get you guys out of the city.

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Nowhere to Hide

SUMMARY: Sam Winchester has known his share of heartbreak, he lost his fiance in a house fire. He moved back home to help his brother with the family business but he won’t let anyone get close to him. Y/F/N Y/L/N was finally free from an abusive relationship or so she thought. One night while driving home, he sees the remains of an accident. Sam rescues a beautiful, unconscious woman from the suspicious looking car wreck and the first chink in his armor appears. When secrets are revealed about her it brings Sam’s protective side roaring to the surface. He swore he would never love again, but will this timid, broken woman heal his heart. Will they rescue each other?

PAIRING: Ex-wife!Reader x Ex-husband!Shane Walsh

WORD COUNT: 601 (this will be the only short, short chapter)

WARNINGS: Language, Mentions of past domestic abuse, mention of rape, vague mention of future domestic violence

A/N: This is the first part of my new SPN AU, “Handle with Care.” I have had this idea for some time now, especially with Season 12 starting out like it did and how as usual everything that happens to Sam is pushed under a rug (that’s a different post altogether :P) This story is going to be very dark in places, I will tag it appropriately though, because I know there will need to be trigger warnings. I did “borrow” a character from TWD, but he was the only one douchey enough to fit the part. I’m not sure how long this story is going to end up so I hope you all stick with me till the end. It will be a slow burn for Sam and Reader though.

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Bitch. His hand crumpling the paper he held in his fist, he couldn’t believe that she had done it. Divorced him, while he sat in prison serving the sentence for domestic abuse, rape and for assaulting the prick cop who had tried to stop him from disciplining his wife. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back he slowly rolled his head from one side to the other, trying to loosen the tightly coiled muscles in his shoulders and neck. He knew that the release officer had handed him the divorce papers along with the protection order, just to get a rise out of him. But, Shane wasn’t stupid, he had bided his time, had gotten in no trouble, working the system to his advantage.

He wasn’t even supposed to be eligible for parole until next February, but thanks to overcrowding and his impeccable good behavior, they were releasing him today. If he was lucky, Y/N wouldn’t even have been notified, as the decision came down yesterday afternoon. He smirked at the guard as he listened to the man drone on and on about what would happen if he disregarded the protection order. It was just a piece of paper, that wouldn’t keep him from showing her what pain was.

Shane Walsh was a free man, after serving roughly 586 days in prison. He breathed in the fresh air, thankful to be free of the smells of unwashed bodies and lousy food. The sounds of normal everyday life were something he was glad to hear again. He would take the bus back to Wall, find Y/N, and then it was a matter of settling scores.

He felt his anger spike at the thought that you had left him. Hell, you should be grateful for the attention he had paid to you in school. You didn’t know how to cook, or how to keep your goddamn mouth shut, which was why he had to discipline you so often. You should have been grateful for the attention that he paid to you, period. He took you in when no one else would have, put food on the table for you, decided what you deserved. It’s not like you were pretty, hell, you were skinny, had no tits to speak of and you sure as hell couldn’t satisfy him in bed. The only thing you had going for you was an ass that wouldn’t quit and this time, he was going to take advantage of that, he thought as he palmed his growing erection. Quickly, he walked to the bus station, he was eager to be home.

Once back in Wall, he walked from Main Street to the corner of Fifth, and stopped at the park that was across the street from the house. He made sure to stay in shadow of the trees, he didn’t want to spook you, yet. The car wasn’t in the driveway, which pissed him off even more, God help you if you were driving it, he thought.

Shane settled in to wait, his anger and rage building slowly. You would be back and then well then he would have some fun. You were going to pay for the cops showing up that night, for testifying against him and for divorcing him. Once he was done with you, no man would ever want you again. He was going to make sure of that. He tore the divorce papers and protection order into tiny pieces, “Like a piece of paper would keep you safe,” he muttered, “Tonight there won’t be anything but pain, that’s a promise Y/N.”

[lucy-sky]

Reason to Survive (Shane Walsh x Reader)

This absolutely unplanned drabble happened only because I for some reason had a dream about Shane last night.

Summary: It’s an AU where Shane survived and made it to the prison with the others. The reader is afraid to fall in love. However it might have happened against her will because it’s night already and the fact that Shane haven’t come back from his supply run bothers her a lot and doesn’t let her sleep...

Warnings: mild sexual content 

Gif: by me :)

You sat up in bed abruptly, feeling sick of tossing and turning without any single hint of sleep. A glance at your watch. 2 a.m. He still wasn’t there. You would have heard if they returned. Even if for some reason you wouldn’t, you were sure Shane would knock at your door frame to say goodnight before heading to his cell not far from yours.

But he wasn’t there. Him, Michonne and a couple of other guys from the group went for a supply run this afternoon and weren’t back yet. You hated how much it bothered you.

You didn’t want to get too close with Shane… Well, basically you didn’t want to get too close with anyone. You had already lost enough of your loved ones and had already been through enough pain in your life. Being on your own felt easier in a way. You told it to Shane with all honesty as you realized he started getting attracted to you. He seemed to understand and respect it. He never pushed on you, but kept being friendly and protective. He liked you, and you liked him too, obviously. There was just some kind of a barrier that didn’t let you allow him get any closer.

However you didn’t experience just friendship vibes. There was physical attraction between the two of you as well. And you weren’t surprised when one day his visit to your cell to borrow some of your books ended up with sex. It wasn’t romantic at all, but you never felt ashamed about it. It felt pretty natural and you both just needed this release. Of course you would never do that with just some random guy no matter how sexually frustrated you were… But Shane wasn’t just a random guy. You trusted each other and you felt good and safe in his arms. He went back to his cell afterwards without any protests and you didn’t know if it ever happens again.

It did happen again. And again. You and Shane developed some kind of a friends with benefits relationship. You weren’t together officially, but people in the group knew there was something between you and him. You didn’t care. You were both adult people and didn’t have to apologize for any of your actions. Still you never show any kind of affection in public. You still were afraid of getting too close, too attached.

Probably it happened against your will.

You’ve been trying to convince yourself you didn’t care much of Shane, that he was just a nice guy and you just had nice sex and that’s all. It didn’t quite work, because apparently you cared. You cared so much you just couldn’t sleep right now knowing that he’s not there. You tried not to think of it, but you already knew that if you wouldn’t see him again - it would break your heart into pieces.

Feeling you couldn’t stay in bed any longer, you got up to get downstairs to drink some water.

Even though you knew you would hear him coming, you still stopped at his cell for a second. No, of course he wasn’t there, but you just had to check. Silly y/n.

Reaching the first floor you found the bottles of water, grabbed one and sat at the table to drink. As the door opened, your heart almost dropped, but it was just Rick coming back from his watch. He nodded at you and you nodded back, attempting to smile politely.

- Can’t sleep? - He asked, approaching and grabbing the water as well.

- Kinda, - you replied.

- I know this feeling. Actually I’m a bit worried too. But hey, you don’t have to… Because, you know, Shane’s a tough guy, he’s gonna be okay. I know him. As long as he has a reason to survive, I’m sure he’ll be fine.

- Reason?.. - You asked, a little baffled. He didn’t even question the fact you were here because of Shane… You never realized you were that obvious.

- Yes, I mean… There was a really complicated period in his life… In mine as well, when Lori died, but I had people who needed me, so I had to survive. And I think Shane also got this reason when he found you. The reason to start over again, you know…

- Sorry, Rick. I don’t really think I wanna talk about it, - you stood up. - I just came here to get some water and now I’ll try to go back to sleep. Good night.

- Good night, - Rick said in reply, his voice quiet and a little tired.

- Hey, y/n, - you turned to his voice as you started climbing up the stairs.

- It’s actually not a weakness to be in love with someone. It’s strength sometimes.

You didn’t know what to say to this. Just nodded, heading upstairs.

***

You fell into some kind of broken slumber only a couple of hours before your usual waking up time. Your sleep was troubled. It felt like you didn’t have any.

You got up, put on your clothes and headed outside. Shane’s cell was still empty as you walked past it.

You had to occupy your body and mind with something so you were just hanging at the gates with a stick, stabbing random walkers when familiar figures appeared in the distance. Shane walked ahead of them all. For a second you felt like you were out of breath and your heart simply sank down and forgot how to beat. Then there was the greatest relief you’ve ever felt.

As the gate opened and the people were let in you dropped the stick and rushed to Shane practically hanging on his neck. You didn’t really care that other people from the group came around and were staring at you because it was the first time you were showing your feelings that openly.

- Hey, hey… easy, darlin’… - Shane’s voice sounded surprised, but his big arms held you tightly.

- I was so scared you have no idea, - you whispered into his ear, burying your face into the side of his neck.

- I know, babe, - he didn’t call you like that before… only in bed a couple of times. - But I’m here, see? Just need to bring in the supplies…

- I’ll do it. Just go find a room already, you two, - Michonne smirked. She probably tried to sound sarcastic, but she didn’t.

***

Back into your cell you had probably the most intense lovemaking ever. You didn’t know it could be both rough and tender, but it was exactly like this. His thrusts were hard, vigorous and needy, making your body tremble, your back arch and your toes curl. But the way his deep dark brown eyes looked at you the whole time never breaking the contact, the way he cupped your cheeks and stroke your hair, the way he kissed your lips, your eyelids and everything he could reach made you melt completely. Your heart was so full of tenderness as he kept whispering into your ear in that hoarse voice of his that always made you weak, holding you as close as possible: “You’re so beautiful, y/n”, “Just like that, baby girl, I got you”… And with his final “I love you so damn much” your core exploded with pleasure. You clung to him, ragged moans escaping your lips as your walls fluttered and clenched, your body shivering at the sensation. He pulled out, coming over your belly and collapsed on top of you, neither of you caring about the mess. As he managed to calm his breath a bit, Shane lifted himself on his elbows to look you in the eye.

- Hey.

His fingers ran through your hair, removing damp strands from your face. It was hot, but you just wanted to feel him close. He placed gentle kisses on your upper and lower lips and smiled contently.

- You okay y/n?

- Yeah… I feel much better, - you smiled back. – And Shane… I have a suggestion.

He gave you a questioned look, frowning slightly.

- How about you moving into my cell? - You asked.

Shane’s smile grew wider and he chuckled softly.

- Why are you laughing? It’s a serious decision!

- I know… - He caressed your cheek with his fingertips. - Just thought you’d never ask. Y/n… - He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours. - The whole last night hiding from the walkers, I’ve been thinking of you. Believe it or not.

- I do believe you, - you whispered.

- And I really love you so damn much, I mean… It’s not just bullshit people moan in bed when they’re about to come… That’s for real…

- I know that, - you replied, kissing the tip of his big crooked nose. - And I love you too.

You were surprised how easily these words slipped from your tongue. You thought it would be way harder. But as he smiled at you the way that made you wanna kiss every little wrinkle in the corners of his eyes, you knew it was the only right phrase to say.

- “I love you so damn much…” – You repeated his words, - God, Shane… You’re so romantic!

You both laughed at this, snuggling to each other.

- You know what… Sometimes it’s a good thing to spend the night in the woods with walkers around you, to come back to this… - Shane chuckled mischievously.

- No way. Don’t you ever scare me like that again, or I…

Your rant was muffled with his lips and tongue. Not that you mind it.