#Shane Walsh X you

[sinsandsweetness]

Wellllllll…… I just read one Rec from someone and holy. Stepdad Rick isn’t my thing but still hot. I was thinking what if it was Shane instead. Or Daryl. Sneaking around behind Rick’s back. But ugh, Rick is so hot tho. Decisions decisions. More like Dad’s best friend maybe?

now that’s hot as hell. Idk who Dad would be but best friend trope could work for any combination possible I would think… (all of them!? 🙈 short of a orgy, I can’t see either Dixon putting up with Shane even for something like that but hey)

been thinking about this every hour since it appeared in my inbox… (Shane is my guilty pleasure fr. would let him do disgusting things to me)

I think I’m seeing your vision… lemme know what you think💗

PICK YOUR POISON

(Rick & Shane & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+, smut, alcohol consumption, smoking, references of sex, multiple partners, the boys are kinda pervs but it’s ok cause ur legal and this is fiction <3 2.1k word count

You open the door to the garage and make your way down the stairs. Not even bothering to slip any shoes on. Your mom keeps the epoxy floors absolutely pristine, so there’s really no reason. Plus, your toenail polish is still a little tacky. Bright, bubble gum pink polish and a silver toe ring adorning your foot. The smell of liquor and smoke has filled the garage. Accompanied by the deep, rugged voices and dry laughs coming from your fathers closest friends.

“You know mom hates it when you smoke in the house.” You say all matter of fact, leaning up against the bar-tops, marble counter. You can feel your tank top strap slipping down your shoulder. But the animalistic looks coming from your dads three closest friends, force you to let it drop. To let them see.

Your father puts his cigarette out in the ash tray on the bar. Rolling his eyes at you. “Well good thing we’re in the garage then.”

You ignore his attitude.

“Mom needs you.”

“For what?”

“To drop her off at Cindy’s.”

He seems irritated. But all five of you can hear the rain. There’s no way any half decent husband should let his wife walk to her monthly book club meeting in this weather.

“Just- keep your mouth shut about the smokes. And grab everyone another drink. Make sure they don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.” You father jokes, ruffling up Daryl’s hair on his way to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.

You wave an innocent goodbye as you watch him through the garage door windows, backing out of the driveway. Your mother in the passenger seat, smiling sweetly at you.

“Well… whatcha drinkin’?” You ask Rick, who’s sat in the middle. Glass empty, with a lone, melting ice cube clinking around in the bottom.

“Rum and coke.” He answers, licking his lips.

“Spiced?” You ask. A flirty smile playing on your face as you bite your bottom lip.

They’re all staring. Jaws clenched and breathing slowly.

You know what you’re doing. You can tell by the way they’re all looking at you. You can practically see the wheels turning in their brains.

They shouldn’t be thinking this way about their friends daughter. About their best friends little girl. Well… not so little anymore. You’d just turned 21. Hell, they were at the party. Giving you the exact same looks they’re giving you right now.

The ones they definitely shouldn’t be.

But they are.

They’re thinking about your thin, frilly, pyjama shorts, and how they can see the purple g string pulled up over your hips. How they can see your belly ring through the fabric of your tank top, and imagining what it would feel like against their lips as they kiss their way down your stomach. And you know they’re thinking about bending you over the bar counter and taking turns at fucking you until they hear the sound of your dads diesel pulling into the driveway. How you’d have to play pretend for your father, ignoring the fact that your panties are soaking through with three different men’s cum, and maybe even a mix of your own. The salty liquids threatening to drip down your inner thigh as you politely excuse yourself from the garage. Coming up with any bullshit excuse to go lay on your bed and rub your clit until you’re seeing stars. Imagining each of their faces in between your legs, spreading you open and eating you up.

You know they’re thinking it, because you are too. It’s the only thing you can think about in this moment, while pouring Rick a double spiced rum and coke. Taking a sip and then handing it him. Making sure your fingers touch.

When you turn to ask Shane what he wants, he gets up. Insisting that you won’t know how to make an old fashioned. You only just turned 21 after all. You probably haven’t even had one before.

But he’s wrong. They’re your dads favourite and you’d been making them for him since you were 16. But you didn’t tell Shane that. Instead you let him walk around the bar, come up behind you and press himself against your back. Letting a tiny gasp escape at the feeling of his, very hard, cock pressing into your bum. Pushing you even further against the counter. His chest is warm against you. And his hands are big and calloused as he guides your own, pouring the perfect amount of bitters, simple syrup and bourbon over a huge, king sized ice cube that he’d retrieved from the freezer.

Finally, taking a slice of orange, meticulously cut up and organized in little containers on the bar top. It was something your mother was always very fond of; organizing the liquors and the garnishes, ensuring that your father could host a proper poker night or barbecue. Or whatever the fuck they stayed up all night doing in their little man cave. Not knowing that you were upstairs, awake and playing with your favourite vibrator, listening to their rock music through your bedroom floor.

“And then you twist it, like this…” Shane’s lips are actually brushing your ear. And you don’t mean to, but your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. His free hand moves to your waist as he tosses the orange peel in the drink, lifting it up and bringing the cold glass to your lips.

“Try it.” He says. And though you can’t see him because he’s still behind you, you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You take a sip. A small one. Immediately scrunching your face at the two men still sitting across you. Their lips curl into an amused smile as they watch you swallow the amber liquid.

“Not my favourite.” You whisper as Shane leans back. Only for a second before he’s turned you around and trapped you once more, back to the bar this time.

“Well we did forget one thing,” He says, reaching over to a jar on the counter. Maraschino cherries. Your favourite.

“And I know how much you like these.” He teases, referring to all the cherries he caught you adding to your piña coladas at a neighbors pool party only a couple weeks ago.

He dips a single cherry in the drink. Taking it by the stem and lifting it to your mouth. You don’t hesitate in wrapping your lips around it. The bitter taste of the bourbon on the fruit doesn’t last long. A sweet, sugary syrup bleeds over your tastebuds as you bite into the cherry. And a moan manages to escape your throat. It’s quiet. You think maybe it was subtle enough to go unnoticed. But the smile on Shane’s lips and the dry laugh coming from behind you, tell you that it didn’t.

Shane is still pushed up against you, cock strained in his jeans and pressed right against your stomach. His hand gripping your hip and forcing you to stay against the counter. And the way he’s looking down at you. Fuck, the way they’re all looking at you. Watching you start to squirm under their gaze.

“It’s good.” You swallow. Trying to maintain a confident, big girl attitude. But truthfully, you just want them to peel your clothes off, and let you melt into their arms as you cum all over their cocks.

“Daryl’s drink is still empty, sweetheart.” Rick’s gravelly voice pulls you back.

“Right.”

Shane gives your hip one last squeeze before he walks back to his barstool. Next to Rick. They cheers quietly and sip on their drinks. Watching intently as you try to compose yourself.

“What’s your poison?” You turn to the last man, lighting what was probably his second or third cigarette of the night. Glancing up at you and taking a draw. Slowly inhaling and exhaling. And though your mother was not a fan, you fucking loved it. You wanted to crawl onto his lap and have him blow the smoke right between your lips as you rode his cock, letting the other two men watch and touch themselves to the sight of you getting off on another guy.

But you didn’t.

“Just a beer, sunshine.” He pushes his empty glass forward for you. You grab it and put it in the dishwasher. Grabbing a brand new, frosted mug from the freezer.

“Which one?”

“Bud’s fine.”

You grab a bottle and skillfully pour it into the mug, coming around the bar this time to hand it to him. Intentionally placing yourself between him and Rick, reaching over and setting the glass in front of him.

To no one’s surprise, you feel a warm hand on the small of your back. Rick’s fingers tracing dangerously close to the thin band of your panties.

“Those are really bad for you, y’know.”

You get bold again. Stepping onto the foot rest of Rick’s barstool, and taking a seat right on his lap. The hand on your back only helping guide you on to him. Quickly finding its way around your waist as you make yourself comfortable.

Daryl only grunts. Hiding a smile at your silly comment. He’d seen you smoke. Hell, he’d snuck out of multiple dinner parties to have one with you.

“You gonna share?” You ask.

Hesitantly he hands it over, and you take it with two fingers. Taking a long drag in and then turning to face Rick again, before you slowly exhale. Trying to focus the smoke onto his lips more than anything.

“What the hell would your father think if he could see you right now?” Shane asks, leaning back in his chair and palming the hard on, still evident in his jeans.

“Think he’d probably try and beat you’re asses.” You say. And while you’re answering Shane, your focus is solely on Rick. The scruff on his face. His bright blue eyes, taunting you and begging you to lean in. Just an inch closer so that he can catch your lips.

“Think he’d win?” Rick asks, glancing down at your own lips.

“Not a chance.” You smile.

He closes the space between you, and you taste rum on the tongue that traces yours. Rick’s hand going to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you blindly try to put the cigarette out on the ashtray. You start to move. Trying to maneuver your position so that you’d have a leg on either side of him, straddling his very apparent bulge. But right as you start to moan against his mouth, you hear the truck pull up and park. Practically jumping off of Rick and standing in between him and Daryl’s barstools. Fixing your hair as the heat rises to your cheeks. The men chuckle at your flustered appearance. Waiting for their friend to enter through the side door of the garage.

“Hi dad.” You say, smiling politely and pulling your tank top down to cover the strip of skin visible where it had previously rode up.

“Hey, hun. Glad to see they weren’t too much trouble for ya.” You father aproaches and slaps a hand on Shane’s back. Sitting down next to him and grabbing the pack of smokes from his jacket pocket.

“Y’wannanother drink, daddy?” You ask. Daryl clears his throat. And you see Ricks eyes go wide as Shane tries to hide his smile.

“Please. Old fashioned, darling. Y’want some of that pink stuff we found last week? Bubbly… something or other. It’s in the fridge.”

You watch Shane the whole time that you make the old fashioned. Clearly showing him that you knew exactly how your dad liked it. Carefully placing the cocktail on the counter in front of them.

“Thanks doll.” Your dad says, continuing to smoke his cigarette. Reaching over the counter and handing one to Rick who lights it. Watching you the whole time. Tendrils of smoke, floating up to the ceiling of the garage. You turn around. Bending over and being sure to stay searching for the bottle of rosé about thirty seconds longer than you really needed to. You pour a glass as the men discuss what the next move was. What they should do for the night. Considering it’s still a work night, and they all have a supply run pretty early in the morning.

“You wanna play some cards, sweetie?” Your dad asks. You scrunch your nose at him, taking a nice long sip of your sparkling wine.

“What? You got somewhere better to be?” Shane teases.

You huff a semi-annoyed breath, looking around for a spare stool. Even though you already knew there were only 4. Ricks eyes glimmer as he pats his left thigh, inviting you back on.

To your surprise, your dad pays you no mind, already starting to shuffle the deck of cards as you hesitantly take your seat back on top of Rick. Loving the way his hand curls around your thighs and tugs you even further on top of him. And the the way that Shane looks a little jealous that he hadn’t offered first. And you’re especially loving the way Daryl shifts on his stool just the tiniest bit closer, so that his leg grazes yours every now and then.

“All right, here’s the rules…” You hear your dad starts to explain, already dealing you each some cards. But you don’t hear him. You don’t even look in his direction. You’re way too focused on the taste of Rick that lingers on your lips, and the way your clit is actually fucking pulsing. Begging for attention. And truthfully, your mind can’t help but wander, thinking about what might have happened if your dad had taken any longer to get back home.

part 2

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(I’m picturing readers dad as Tobin in Alexandria. Someone like that at least. With a Carol-esque mother. But picture whoever you’d like! Just thought I’d share what I was kinda thinking…)

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[rorkegirly07]

Shane Walsh Relationship Headcanons

Please do not copy or steal any of my posts! I’d appreciate a reblog, like, or follow just to help my page grow btw<3

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Fem!Reader

Content: fluff & smut Headcanons

Requests are open!

✰ Unsurprisingly, Shane isn’t really a touchy guy but he lovesss holding you tightly when you sleep.

✰ He’s also obsessed with going up behind you randomly, slipping his arms loosely around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

✰ Unlike his usual stuck up demeanor and snappy remarks, he’s the complete opposite with you.

✰ Now don’t get me wrong, he can be like that with you at times but when he is, he’s just playing.

✰ He loves to show you off in front of everyone.

✰ Literally EVERYONE.

✰ He’ll be walking with you anywhere you go with an arm over your shoulder and have a look on his face like a proud dad or something.

✰ “You know that huge herd of walkers we fought off…” he’d randomly say to the group as he walks up behind you, “yeah that was mostly my girl here.” He’d have a cheeky grin as he says this.

✰ If you anger easily or get annoyed by little things, he finds it so cute seeing you all upset and grumpy.

✰ “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He’d ask with a small smirk as he walks over to you, “aww, need some lovin’?” He gives a soft kiss to your cheek.

✰ This is instantly changes your mood as you start to blush and try to laugh it off.

✰ Ahhh ok so back before the apocalypse happened and you were just doing you doing whatever in your home, Shane would come back from a long day at work in his little sherif outfit with literally anything for you.

✰ I’m talking about every. Single. Day. He always had something different brought home to you.

✰ IT’S THE CUTEST THING EVER OMGGG!!!

~NSFW~

✰ Shane overstimulates the hell out of you.

✰ It drives him crazy seeing you whine and fall apart under him.

✰ He’ll have a tight grip on your hair as he pounds harshly into you, making you scream his name for everyone to hear.

✰ This man. THIS MAN. Is in love with your tits.

✰ He’s always grabbing, sucking, licking, literally doing everything to them.

✰ The way they bounce when he thrusts into you over and over again, omggg he goes crazy over that.

✰ Loves praising you.

✰ “Good girrrll.” He’d growl in your ear. “Yeah, look at you, taking it all so well for me.”

✰ “Yeah? Feel good sweetheart?” He’d ask and you could only moan in response.

✰ Being in control is mainly his thing, but God the way you look bouncing on his dick makes him melt.

✰ Your head thrown back as loud moans escape your lips, your tits bouncing, fuck he can’t help but grab your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he pounds up into you.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐈𝐧-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝

Summary ➳ With a suspended license, you took the risk of picking up your brothers from a bar and when caught, Officer Walsh gives you a choice.

(A/n) ➳ I just realized that I’m still on season 3… I might end up rewatching season 1 and 2… Yeah, I’m rewatching it.

Word Count ➳ 1.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, NO OUTBREAK, DARK SHANE, DARK CONTENT, DUB-CON/NON-CON, sexual content, , heavy profanity, mentions of drugs, alcohol use, oral (M), abuse of power, face-fucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling…

DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI 18+

“Don’t be blamin’ me you damn dipshits!” You shouted over the phone as you struggled to boot your boots on. “How the hell did he even get kicked out?” You threw on your jacket.

“The hell was I supposed to know he was gonna get drunk?”

“You’re with him!”

“Jus’ get yer damn ass over ‘ere!”

“My license is suspended! Where’s your car?!

“The piece of shit broke down! It’s late, the cops ain’t gonna do anythin’.”

“Easy for you to fuckin’ say.” You groaned, grabbing Merle’s truck keys and walking out of the door. You angrily hung up on him, cutting off his cursing at Merle and loudly crashing.

You shoved the worn out key into the ignition, and felt that familiar click. You turned the key and waited for the engine to turn on. There’s a low rumble but then a silence.

You grumbled and turned the key again, it grumbled a little louder this time but nothing. “For fuck’s sake!” You shouted and tried it again, finally it turned on.

You changed gears and backed out of the driveway, and hurriedly drove to the only bar closest to where you all lived.

You again changed gears and turned on the radio as an attempt to calm down, but you knew it wasn’t helping when you were still cursing about Merle. You gripped the worn out steering wheel, trying to tune out the strange rumbling from the engine.

Urgency ran through your veins, and you didn’t pay attention to how fast you were going. It was nearly midnight, barely anyone was on the road.

From the familiar signs, you were at the outskirts of the town, just a couple of minutes away.

“Dammit!” You smacked the steering wheel as the red and blue lights appeared right behind you. A wave of uneasiness overcomes your anger, the last thing you wanted to was be arrested for evading the police.

The flashing lights illuminated the dark road as you pulled over, bringing the truck to a park. You can see from the mirror the officer leaving his car and speak to his radio.

You rolled down your window as he approached the truck, leaning towards the window. “Evenin’, ma’am. What brings you out here so late?”

You contained your frustration and put on a smile. “Just tryin’ to pick up my brothers from a bar.”

You felt like he stared longer than he should, you could see him scanning the inside of the truck, taking note of various Merle’s stuff scattered across the back seat.

“License and registration.” He asked.You reached over and opened the glove box and handed him your registration. He took the paper and lifted an eyebrow. “License?”

“Look officer…?” You looked at his badge but he beat you to it.

“Walsh.”

“Walsh, I don’t have it.”

You could see the disappointment in his eyes, he pulled out his pen and notepad. “Name and birthdate?”

“(Y/n) Dixon-”

“Dixon? Which would make you related to Merle Dixon?”

You reluctantly nodded. “Yes, he’s my brother. Look, I ain’t got time to talk. Can’t I just-”

“I’m assumin’ this ain’t your truck.” Before you could say anything else, he began to circle the truck with a lit flashlight in hand.

“Fuck me.” You mumbled, knowing Merle, he probably had some illegal substances hiding in wherever. “Fuck you Merle.” You cannot have a drug charge on your record, you could not have that.

“Can you step out of the vehicle for me?” He said out loud, coming back to the door.

“Officer-”

“Don’t make this difficult, Dixon.” He took a couple steps back, a hand on his hip as he waited for you. You unbuckled your seatbelt, turned off the truck and stepped out of it. “You have anythin’ you hidin’?” He questioned you.

“Nope.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

Shane smirked, turning off his flashlight. “You know what happens when you drive without a license?”

“Officer Walsh, my brothers need me to pick them up. Just write me a ticket and let me be on my way.”

“Drivin’ late at night, without a license? You know how dangerous it is?” He said. “Givin’ you a ticket ain’t gonna be enough.”

“Officer-”

“I’ll give you two choices.” Shane maneuvered around you, shutting the truck door, blocking the door. “I can arrest you and get you booked which could take…” He counted using his fingers. “A hour to a couple hours-”

“Then arrest me-”

“Minus waitin’ for your case.” Shane lowered his hands, grinning. “Or…” His hands reach for his belt, ready to unbuckle it. “You can get on your knees.”

“The hell I am-!”

Shane loudly hushed you. “You want me to turn a blind eye?”

You stumbled over your words, a mix of excuses and curses. But the shit eating grin was still on his face and when you took a glance at his crotch, he was already hard.

“You’re disgustin’.”

Shane shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Be a good girl, Dixon. Don’t be keepin’ your brothers waitin’.” He pulled himself out of his pants, and pumped himself slowly. “Get on your knees.”

“Fuck me.” You muttered under your breath, doing as he said.

“Don’t tempt me.”

You rolled your eyes and took him into your hands, jerking him off with a disgusted look on your face. You refused to look at him or his cock, keeping your gaze on the ground.

From base to head, you stroked, twisting your hand around it.

You wished to yourself that he would quickly cum and get on with your night. You tried to focus on something else and hoped that if anyone did pass by they wouldn’t see.

Shane grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back roughly, a gasp lifted your lips. He shoved his thumb into your mouth as the rest of his fingers held your face.

He breathed heavily and plunged himself into your mouth. He forced you down to the base, his pubic hair itching your nose, making it scrunch. His hips began to buck and your jaw slacked.

Your hand clutched his pants, your nails digging into them. Your eyes shut tightly as each time he touched the back of your throat, you gagged.

Your saliva dripped down your chin, and when he tugged at your hair, you whimpered. The pain was unbearable as he took joy in seeing you in pain, your hot tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.

“You’ve done this before?” Shane sneered at you, throwing his head back and moaning quite loudly. It was like he didn’t care if he got caught. “You sure have a fuckin’ talent!”

Shane didn’t care for any discomfort you were feeling, all the stress that Merle and Daryl caused in the past was being taken out on you.

He pulled back until it’s just the head of his cock in your mouth then thrusted back in. Again and again, his hand tight in your hair, thrusting as hard and deep as he could and his cock glistening with saliva.

“Look at me.” He panted. “C’mom, look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open, your eyes snapped to his, watery and wide, full of anger.

He cursed at you, biting down on his lip as the orgasm builded in him. He then held your head still as he was so far deep that your body jerked.

Shane gave out a loud grunt as he came inside and down your throat. You started to choke, you punched his thigh a couple of times before he threw you off him.

You hit the ground, coughing. You hissed and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. The salty and bitter taste in your mouth made you retch.

He let out a sigh of relief, tucking himself back into his pants. “Drive safely ma’am.” He laughed once again as he walked to his car. Once you were sure he drove off, you picked yourself up from the ground and quickly drove to the bar.

“Took yer sweet ass time!” Daryl shoved an unconscious Merle into the backseat before getting into the passenger side. “The hell happened?”

“Cops.” You packed out of the parking spot and drove, trying to focus on the road.

“Anythin’ happen? Ya alright?”

“Yeah, let me off with a warnin’.”

“Seriously-?”

“I’m tired Daryl. Just let me get this asshole home.” You couldn’t focus, not without the bitter taste in your mouth, drowning out Daryl’s attempts to wake his brother for his phone.

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[grimesgirll]

how i imagine living in alexandria with rick and shane would look when it isn’t grappling with another mortal crisis

[chellestrash]

Out of sight

Shane Walsh x F!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: explicit content, explicit language, teasing, banter, unprotected sex, age gap

summary: Shane stays over at your house when your parents leave, we all know how it’ll end.

a/n: thank you to my sweet @chelseasdagger for proofreading this!

“Right, we won’t be long.”

You turn and give your mom a small smile from where you're sitting on the living room couch, in front of the TV with your boyfriend.

“Okay!”

“You kids don't do anything stupid, alright?”

Your dad steps in and glances over both you and Shane.

“We won't.”

You answer shorty, following it up with another smile before turning your attention back to the movie. Shane nods at your parents, giving them a small wave. He stays completely silent until you hear the main door lock behind your parents.

“Kids?”

He asks, turning to face you now. You sigh, letting yourself relax slightly since your every move wasn't being monitored by your parents anymore. Not taking your eyes off of the TV, you shrug at Shane's question.

“I don't think my parents know how old you are.”

You innocently give him a simple answer, and he frowns, slightly confused.

“Yeah? Never asked?”

“Oh they did.”

You answer, popping a handful of popcorn into your mouth, not sure where he's going with this as you do not see any issues with occasionally hiding some minor things from your parents. Shane watches you for another moment, his eyebrows pull up as he slowly realizes what you've done.

“Mhm, so how old’d you make me?”

He bites his lip, squinting as he tilts his head to the side slightly, his eyes never leaving your face for even a moment.

“Ohh, you know.”

You give him a nonchalant wave, and his eyes open wide at the audacity in the tone of your voice.

“I don't.”

You don't reply, so he asks again.

“How old?”

“Twenty…something.”

He scoffs, huffing loudly, and turns to the side with a smirk, quickly looking back at you.

“Shit, darlin…haven't been twenty-something in a while, you know that?”

“Oh, you want me to go tell my dad that? Hmm?”

“No, no, okay just-”

You push yourself off the couch, but he catches your wrist and pulls you down in his lap.

“What you do that for? Hmm?”

He asks, his fingers on your chin as he turns your face back towards him.

“Cause you're old, Walsh.”

You answer quickly, and he sighs loudly, shaking his head with a big eye roll. His hand pushes your face away, and you fall off his lap and onto the couch.

“Asshole.”

He mumbles under his breath, and you laugh at his immature reaction, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek before changing the possession in which you lay on the couch.

“Lay down.”

You order him, and he follows, stretching his legs out on the couch, his hands under his head now as he watches you get comfortable on top of him. You throw your leg over his, choosing to lay down on your stomach, facing the TV with your head propped up in your hands by Shane's legs, your thighs over his lower chest, your ass right in front of his face. Shane clears his throat, pushing his hips up slightly as he attempts to get a bit more comfortable, his hand immediately on the back of your thighs.

“How's that?”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, and he doesn't even bother to pretend like he's still watching the movie.

“God damn perfect, darlin.”

And that's how he feels, with your tight leggings showing off the hem of your panties right there, so close to him, his thumb now brushing right over it.

“God damn perfect.”

You shake your head with a smirk, making sure to push your ass out some as you move on top of him. Shane grunts, pushing his fingers into your things and ass, and you hum loudly, wiggly slightly on top of him.

“Don't get too comfortable, Walsh.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweetie.”

He mumbles, his eyes still on your ass, closing only when he pushes his thumb against you through the fabric and you push back into his touch in response.

“It's kinda hot here, isn't it?”

You ask oh so innocently, pretending to still watch the movie.

“Yeah?”

Shane bites down on his lip, his whole hand coming over your ass now before he squeezes it tightly. His lips part as he glaces back and forth between you and your ass, waiting for your word.

“Mhm.”

You hum as a response and push your ass up slightly. Not even seconds after, you feel his fingers hook under the hem of your leggings. The fabric brushes over your skin as he pulls them down, exposing your panties. You quickly pull them up higher, allowing the fabric to dig into your pussy, accentuating the shape, not leaving much to his imagination anymore.

“Shit.”

As you push yourself up slightly, you "unintentionally" brush your hand up his legs, and then a bit higher and a bit more. Resting your palm on top of the bulge in his jeans, you feel him already almost half hard, straining against the fabric slightly. He breathes in sharply through his teeth and follows, cupping you over the fabric with his big hand before he pushes his thumb through your folds, brushing little circles over your clit. You sigh loudly, relaxing into his touch, letting him work over you through the fabric just like that. Shane holds you on top of him, his fingers digging into the back of your thigh, watching the small, slowly expanding darker spot right in the middle of the fabric as you feel yourself getting closer, and he feels his blood rushing right between his legs.

“Damn it.”

He mumbles, his hips bucking up under you without his control. You lay back down, resting your face on top of your arms, on his legs. Your hips slowly begin to move back and forth, pushing away slightly, then pushing right into this touch again, grinding on his fingers.

“Shit darlin’ that what we're doin’? You gonna rub one out for me? Hmm?”

He attempts to sound nonchalant, ignoring the slowly overwhelming sensation in his pants.

“Like you don’t want me to do that.”

You answer without even opening your eyes again.

“Like you don’t waaant me to come from how you touch me? Hmm?”

You tease, giving him the taste of his own medicine. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel him digging into your stomach now, pushing against the jeans.

“Hmm? Walsh?”

You turn to look over your shoulder as you don’t hear him again.

“You staring at my ass?”

“I ain’t.”

He states, not looking away from what’s in front of him for even a second, his thumb pushing up and down your folds the whole time.

“Walsh.”

“Not my fault, it’s right in my face.”

You scoff, getting back into the movement. Shane’s hand on the back of your thigh gradually speeds up the pace. Reaching down under your stomach, you palm the bulge between his legs, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his length. Shane grunts, pushing his thumb harder against you as you undo his zipper and tighten the grip around his cock. You grind against him for a bit longer, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with every second, losing your composure for a moment as you move back and forth on top of him. Until finally pushing back into him enough to get yourself over the edge. Grunting, you bite down on your lower lip, unintentionally wrapping your fingers even harder around him. He curses quietly, grabbing onto your wrist to pull your hand away from him before helping you change your position and lay down on your back.

“C’mere.”

He mumbles under his breath, kneeling between your legs before quickly reaching down to pull your panties off while you focus on helping him get his pants and boxers down, spreading your legs open for him at the same time.

“Shit, all that for me, darlin? Hmm? I make you feel that good?“

He whispers, rubbing his hand up and down his already hard cock.

“Don’t get cocky, or I’ll tell my parents how old you are.”

Shane raises his eyebrows, leaning down towards you.

“You’re the one lying bout it, sweetheart.”

You frown, pouting at the fact that he was, probably for the first time in his life, right about something.

“Oh, bite me.”

“Yeah, you wish, huh?"

"Don't get anything on the couch.”

You warn, and he grunts loudly, his head falling as he continues to thrust into you. Your words ring out in his head as a reminder, not letting him forget where he is, what he's doing or the fact that your parents could walk through the front door any second.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Feeling like a fucking teenager again, Shane speeds up the pace and your mouth falls open. A loud moan sips past your lips while he leans down quickly. Pushing your shirt up, he licks and kisses over your stomach, then your chest, the warm and wet feeling making your legs shake slightly and your hips push up into him. Your hand brushes over the short prickly hair at the back of his neck, your legs wrap around his waist, as you feel your whole body rocking back and forth with every thrust. Feeling the slight bit of pain as he hits that spot deep inside you, you whine out his name, pushing your hand between your legs to work your clit from the outside.

“Yeah? That feels good, baby? Huh?"

He teases, his hand quickly changing for yours, and you feel his touch on you now. It's rougher, harder and faster than what you would do, but you don't complain, feeling your back arch up at the sensation.

“Shane."

Your fingers wrap tightly around his arm, your body letting you know you won't be able to hold it back any longer. His thrusts are slower now, but they hit harder. You feel his hips brushing against you every time he pushes in deep inside you, and you cover your mouth, fighting back the whines that would otherwise fall from your mouth.

“Shit-”

He mumbles, feeling his cock stretching you out, and you clenching around him in response.

“Shit.”

He repeats one more time. His breathing shallows and his fingers push harder into you before you suddenly freeze. Your eyes shoot open, the sound of the car on the driveway to your house almost sending you into a panic, but he doesn't stop.

“Shane.”

You start, smacking his shoulder. Feeling him speeding up again, you moan suddenly and loudly.

“Shane they-”

“I know, I know, just-”

He glances back over his shoulder, his fingers on your clit, his hips thrusting into you again and again, determined to make you both finish.

***

Your breath shakes as you inhale sharply, biting into his arm to keep quiet, your body tensing up underneath him before finally coming undone. Your legs shake and wrap tighter around him, your teeth digging into his skin, your eyebrows pulled together as you fail to fight back the loud whine. Shane grunts loudly, leaning down over you as comes almost at the exact time you do. Clenching his jaw, he closes his eyes, holding himself up above you despite his arms shaking slightly from the work he's done. Panting heavily, he glances around your face, and you catch that god damn smirk before he pulls out quickly.

“It was good, wasn't it?”

He winks before pushing himself up.

“Fuuuck.”

You groan, feeling the drag of his cock leaving your body and pull your knees to your chest, taking a few deep breaths in before quickly getting off the couch. You grab your panties off the floor while Shane tosses the leggings at you before fixing his black shirt. You quickly slip the pants on, not bothering with the underwear, and Shane watches you approach him before you slip the still slightly damp ball of fabric into his pocket.

“For you, and if they ask, you're twenty-seven. Got it?"

You whisper with a smirk before pressing a soft kiss to the side of his face and straightening up your shirt the moment the lock on the door snaps open.

"We’re back!”

Your mom’s voice bounces off the walls of the house and Shane shakes his head quickly, blinking a couple of times as he attempts to get rid of the explicit images of you from moments ago playing back in his head.

"Yes ma'am."

He whispers more to himself than to anyone else, before making his way over to you and your parents, wiping his hand off on his jeans just in case.

[shagatron]

Motorcycle Shane-anigans

Summary: Annoying Shane was your favourite thing to do, except this time he exacts his revenge....

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, public sex, degradation(?), caught in the act

The day Y/N met Shane Walsh was the day her life changed forever. Whether it changed for better or for worse was still to be determined.

She had been on her own for some time by then, her brother and her best friend having already succumbed to the virus. She had been doing well by herself, relying on the survival skills her late father had taught her and had no plans to ever ally with anyone, content to live out the rest of her days alone.

Originally from Alabama, Y/N had chosen to travel rather than stay in one place, her logic being that she would be less likely to run out of supplies. Eventually, she found herself in Altlanta, Georgia where she came across the ramshackle group of survivors she came to call her family.

Although she hadn't intended on staying long after they had deemed her a non-threat and welcomed her, she was eventually drawn in. Y/N hadn't realised just how much she had missed the warmth and love brought by good company.

Among the group, she had immediately bonded with Glenn and Lori, whereas she had some... issues with other certain people. Namely Shane Walsh. The man infuriated her to her core. The former deputy was a single-minded, fearless man, and although Y/N knew he had the groups best interests at heart, he had a funny fucking way of showing it.

Y/N herself was a headstrong individual and often found herself clashing with Shane and his controlling manner. She had previously been a surgical resident, over halfway in her journey in becoming a registered surgeon. Y/N had saved countless lives, run her own O. R and managed to maintain a relatively healthy work-life balance while doing so, and refused to be ordered around by some random deputy who believed he knew better than her.

The bastard knew what he was doing too. He purposely provoked Y/N, as if he enjoyed making her want to tear her hair out. However, she endured, finding creative ways to get back at him.

On this particular occasion, she had stolen Shane's distinctive knife and popped the tires on Daryl's motorcycle after the two men had had a rather explosive argument, effectively framing Shane.

The following day, after a vigorous fight with Daryl, Shane appeared in front of Y/N, with a dark purple eye, at around mid-day as she organised the small amount of medical equipment they had.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his beaten face, quickly regretting it as he grabbed her by the wrist and marched her to a secluded spot at the edge of the forest that surrounded them.

With camp in the near distance, the only other visible object was Daryl's motorcycle, parked beside a large oak tree. The direction Y/N was being dragged to.

"What the fuck Shane! I was busy, what the hell do you want?", she demanded, attempting to resist as he carried on.

"You think you can get away with this shit?", he questioned, gesturing vaguely to his bruised face. Y/N began to grow apprehensive as her anger began to wear off, hearing the pure rage in Shane's tone.

"What are you going to do? Huh?", she shot back, unthinking. "Gonna hit me back?"

He froze and Y/N suddenly began to regret every word she had ever uttered. He turned around and his glare was icy. He had let go of her wrist by now and was slowly advancing toward her, intruding in her space until they were chest to chest.

"What the hell are you doi-", Y/N was cut off by Shane, capturing her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. Their teeth clashed as they fought for dominance, neither conceding to the to the other.

Jesus Christ, she thought, he kisses like he fights. Holding nothing back. With the harsh swipes of his tongue Y/N felt her underwear begin to dampen, this was the most action she had gotten in over a year. All thoughts of pushing him away, swearing him off, screaming at him, faded as the kiss grew more and more passionate.

The kiss broke off and they stood staring silently at each other, their breathless pants echoing throughout the empty space. With a frustrated groan, Y/N dove back into another kiss, this one somehow becoming more vigorous than before.

"Oh, I fuckin' hate you", she breathed out, as Shane moved his mouth down to her neck, eliciting a surprised chuckle from the man. Her words quickly escalated into breathy moans as sucked on her most sensitive spot just below her ear, while grasping at her tits, twisting her sensitive nipples through her thin shirt. She would bet that there was a wet spot forming on her underwear by now, as she grinded against his solid thigh, the denim rubbing at her throbbing clit.

As he moved down her body, he tore each item of clothing off of her like it was on fire, grabbing at every inch of exposed skin he could find, while she struggled to get his shirt off. Finally, tearing the shirt off Y/N raked her nails down his back, relishing in the pained groans Shane let out in response.

Y/N nearly screamed in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as Shane exacted his revenge, beginning to suck and bite at her hardened nipples, causing shocks to travel down her body, directly to her pulsating clit.

Y/N had failed to notice that while they were locked together, they had managed to stagger back and she now found herself pressed tightly against Daryl's motorcycle as Shane pulled her jeans down, her underwear with it. She jumped as she suddenly felt his thick fingers explore her soaking pussy, collecting some of her wetness before driving into her greedy opening.

The stretch of his large digits was excruciating but so, so fucking good, as they started to scissor in and out of her. Y/N bit into Shane's shoulder, trying to silence her desperate screams as he nailed her g-spot over and over again. Tears started to run down her face as the pure pleasure overwhelmed her.

As she reached out to free his straining dick, wishing to reciprocate the pleasure she was experiencing, Shane's fingers pulled out of her, slapping her hands away and she felt as if the world had turned underneath her feet when she was roughly swivelled around, her stomach now resting, on the seat of the motorcycle. Shane's still clothed cock pressed into her bare ass. Y/N's face warmed as she listened to the slurping sounds of Shane licking his fingers that had previously been inside of her, while his remaining hand pressed her firmly into the seat.

"Fucking delicous. ", he stated. Y/N's blush reached her chest and ears by now as both embarrassment and some sick sort of pride shot through her.

"Christ, Shane", her moans were almost gutteral by now as she became increasingly desperate to feel his fat cock deep inside her.

"How'd you like me now, Y/N?", he questioned, grinding into her.

Y/N could only moan in response, practically dripping by this point. Goddammit, she despised this man. But she was beyond caring about that, only thinking about satiating the need he had sparked in her. For God's sake she was so wet, it had started leaking down her thighs.

Suddenly, he pulled away from her, ready to protest, she attempted to turn around but was halted by Shane forcing her legs to widen further and pressing his now bare cock between them, her juices dropping down onto his dick.

She felt him grab his length. Finally, she thought. Y/N let out a high-pitched yelp as his fat cock-head slapped her clit a few times.

"Get on with it, you fuckin' dick", she groaned, tired of his teasing, longing for something more.

This elicited another enraging chuckle from him.

"Is this what you wanted, darlin'?"

She hardly even registered his words when he positioned himself right at her drenched opening and oh. The only thought capable of running through Y/Ns mind in this crucial, world-bending moment was 'oh'. The feel of Shane's thick length as it split her open was bordering on painful and yet with the pain came indescribable pleasure. She swore she could feel him all the way in her stomach, she was so full. His calloused palms gripped her tits tightly, as he slowly but surely thrusted into her soaking core from behind, letting out barely audible groans of pleasure.

The thought of being bent over Daryl's motorcycle, ass out, as Shane fucked into her, on the edge of the green forest, where anyone back at camp could hear, was one that inspired intense anxiety and apprehension into Y/N, her worst nightmare. But the reality? Oh, the reality felt like the sweetest fucking dream.

"You like that? My cock pounding into your tight little cunt?" he panted out. She could feel herself flush, the heat reaching her ears. Shane's words sparked something deep inside her, making her grow wetter and wetter. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the desolate forest were the wet sounds of his hips slapping loudly against her ass and Y/N's desperate moans as her clit rubbed against the rough leather seat.

"Answer me.", his voice was rough as he took pleasure from her stilted gasps and pants.

"Yes, yes, I like it." Y/N stammered out, overwhelmed by the sensations. "I fucking like it."

His hands began pressing at the bulge in her stomach, feeling his dick fucking into her over and over again. Y/N didn't know if it felt so good because she hadn't gotten any in a while or if the bastard was just this damn good.

Shane chuckled, his voice gruff, amused by her enthusiasm. He rutted harder against her, reaching deeper and deeper inside, hitting her just right.

"Oh fucking, god!", a throaty scream erupted from deep within her.

"Nope, just me darlin'", Y/N didn't know how it was possible to loathe someone so deeply as they provided you with such indescribable pleasure.

Her soaking cunt began to clench on his cock, urging it deeper and deeper within her as the pleasure built up, the combined sensations of the aged leather scraping against her throbbing clit, Shane's rough hands rubbing into her hypersensitive nipples and his gigantic dick pounding into her g-spot, driving Y/N closer and closer to orgasm.

"Jesus, how tight are you? It's like a god damn vice grip", his deep voice was strained as he increased the speed of his powerful thrusts. He too, coming close to his release.

Y/N, swore she could hear a commotion, somewhere in the back of her mind, but was so clouded with pleasure she let the distant thought fly away.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Huh?", he questioned her, pushing so deep, Y/N thought he had breached her cervix.

"Yes, fuck, yes.", she felt as if the response burst from her, as they both reached their climax.

Shane finally released her tits, choosing to grip on to her hips, bracing himself as he fucked into her, hitting her g-spot over and over again, leaving her tits to violently sway back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm so close, Shane.", Y/N was almost begging at this point, right on the edge she only needed a tiny bit more before she would be flying.

Shane reached one hand down to her pussy, quickly finding her clit and rubbing at a furoius pace.

The air was filled with their combined moans and grunts and the squelching of Y/Ns gushing core. Everything, every minute sensation was coming together.

Yes, yes, yes.

A scream exploded from her chest, a groan from Shane matching her as they arrived together.

"Oh, shi-"

"Y/N, where are you! We need y-", Glenn stopped short at the opening of the spot they were in, jaw hanging open as he stared at the sight that greeted him.

Y/N and Shane mid-orgasm could only stare back at the man in horror. Coming to their senses, the two swiftly parted, sharing an embarrassed glance as they rushed to reclothe themselves.

It seems Glenn was frozen as he stayed unmoving as they dressed, his expression becoming increasingly pained as he saw Y/N cover her tits with her torn and tattered shirt.

Y/N was shocked to see him there at all, for the obvious reason and because he was supposed to be on a supply run in the city with some of the others. Something must have gone wrong. Why else would they be back this early?

Shane seemed to reach a similar conclusion as they shared a concerned glance before realising the situation they were in.

Once they were clothed (mostly), Glenn appeared to come back to himself.

"There's a new-comer, we found in the city. Dude's a sheriff or something, saved my ass from a hoarde of walkers but he's pretty banged up. We need you to look at him Y/N", Glenn rushed out, looking like he'd rather be anywhere other than there.

"Just let me get a shirt and I'll be right on it.", Oh god, she could never look her friend in the eye again.

"Here just take mine. Go.", Shane intercepted, throwing her his shirt, he had soundlessly removed.

There was a silence as she shrugged it on.

"... Thanks. ", it quickly became awkward, as Y/N let out a small smile and rushed off back to camp, leaving Glenn and Shane staring at one another.

Shane levelled Glenn with a harsh look.

"You never speak of this. To anyone. If I hear you've even uttered a single word, I'll have your fuckin' head. Alright?"

Glenn's head nearly flew off his shoulders as he readily agreed.

"Okay then.", They strode off, on the short walk back to camp. Shane started interrogating Glenn, on the recent trip. "Tell me about this guy you picked up."

"Oh, it's insane. Guy woke up in an abandoned hospital, fresh out of a coma, to this shit. He's looking for his wife and kid."

Shane froze. It couldn't be. Wasn't possible.

"What's the guy's name?", Shane's breath began to tremble.

"Rick Grimes, he said. Why?", realising he had stopped, Glenn turned around, finding Shane looking vaguely ill.

"Shit."

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Mentions of SA, blood, character death

Chapter: 2.10

Lori gave you a knowing look while Andrea continued to whine about issues that weren’t real issues. While Maggie and Beth argued in another room, Andrea stated she thought you should try to encourage Beth to accompany you while taking Jace for a walk around the farm, insisting the fresh air would do the three of you some good.

You did want to snap back at her since Andrea was unhelpful most of the time, but you bit your tongue for the most part and started washing dishes in the kitchen. It’s not until Andrea mentions your brother and Shane being sexist since they always dealt with the more dangerous tasks, leaving the women behind to do all the housework.

“It's because they were cops! They risked their lives every day, and they know what they are doing.”

Andrea lets out an over-the-top huff, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, if they spent more time teaching us how to defend ourselves properly, then maybe we could share the load. I should be able to handle my own goddamn gun.”

“Oh yeah, because you’re so good at handling them.”

Lori shakes her head. She was trying her best to defuse the tension, but neither you nor the blonde were listening at this point.

“Excuse me?”

“Last time you fired a damn gun, you almost killed Daryl!”

—

You step out onto the porch with a fresh cup of coffee in your hand. It wasn’t the real stuff and properly tasted stale, but it was better than nothing. You sit down beside Maggie on the wooden steps and hand it to her. “I thought you could use this.”

“Thanks.”

“How is she?”

Maggie pauses before answering, “She’s alive.”

You give her a sympathetic smile. Things had gone from bad to chaotic in the last twenty-four hours. Beth had locked herself in a bathroom, broke the mirror, and then used the sharp material to cut herself; luckily, her father was able to stitch her wrist in time. Rick and Shane had taken the kid Randell somewhere far to leave him, but apparently the area was surrounded by walkers, so they brought him back to the farm, where he was now essentially a hostage.

“Since we got here, we’ve brought nothing but trouble; I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you do,” she says, letting out a slight chuckle. “But if I’m being honest, I’m glad you folks came here. I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

You watch as Daryl comes out of the barn covered in blood, which you assumed came from Randell. You feel physically sick thinking of what could have transpired behind those wooden walls. You tell Maggie, “I’ll be back shortly.”

You walk quickly to grab a bucket of water that was half full and a cleanish cloth that was hanging up to dry, and you call out after your friend, “Daryl, wait up.”

He keeps walking towards one of the wells. “I gotta go wipe—”

“The blood off? Yeah, I got you covered.”

He lets out a snort as he begins to wash his hands. “You just assume I’d come out covered in blood?”

“I noticed the cut on your arm earlier, and I don’t want it to get infected.”

Daryl glances down at his arms before cleaning them as well. Usually he was covered in more dirt and dried blood than the rest of you; what worried you was the uncovered cut on Daryl’s arm surrounded by dirt. He says, “You're such a mom.”

—

Daryl asks how your injury from the crash is healing as you make your way towards your group, which is sitting by the tents outside. The first thing you notice is the look on Shane’s face; he’s looking pissed off as his eyes dart between you and Daryl.

"Boy, there’s got a gang, thirty men,” Daryl says. “They have heavy artillery, and they ain’t looking to make friends. They roll through here; our boys are dead. And our women... they’re going to wish they were.”

Hearing those words come from Daryl, you instantly become scared. You avoid making eye contact with Shane as you walk towards him; he hands you Jace before resting his hand against your hip. He whispers, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Carol notices Daryl’s bleeding knuckles. “What did you do?”

“Had a little chat.”

When your brother starts to talk about ‘eliminating the threat’ you shake your head, not wanting to hear anymore, you decide to leave the conversation. “I’m going to take Jace inside.”

You didn’t doubt Randall was a bad person, and you believed you would rather wish you were dead if his gang tuned up, but you weren’t going to partake in anything to do with him.

—

“Can I ask you something?”

As soon as you hear Dale’s voice, you roll your eyes. You walked to the other side of the farm so you could be on your own with Jace. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Dale, but I’m not going to vote.”

“So you’re just going to stand by and let your brother kill the boy?”

You lean against a tree, continuing to stoke Jace’s thin, dark hair with your fingers. “My personal opinion on this doesn’t matter, but what does is keep our people safe.”

Dale looks disappointed. “So you agree with killing him; you just don’t want to admit it.”

Learning that Randall stood by and watched as men in his group raped two teenage girls in front of their father stirred something inside—emotions that you couldn’t shift. “All due respect, it’s different from us, Dale. I understand why it’s wrong, all of us against one kid, but…” You stop talking when your mouth suddenly becomes dry, and it takes you a moment to find your voice again. “I’ve met Randall’s before, and trust me, you want to be on the opposite side of them.”

Dale gives your arm a friendly squeeze and says, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He licks at his lips and says, “I spoke to Shane earlier to try and convince him to change his mind.”

“I imagine that went well,” you snort.

“He was dead set on never letting a man like that near you again, and I had a theory you met men like that in the past; that’s why I’m sorry. Nobody deserves—”

“Dale,” tears fall from your eyes. “Just please, don’t go there.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. Just—they listen to you, Rick, Shane; hell, even Daryl seems to value your opinion.”

You remain standing in the same spot as the older man walks away. “Dale?” He turns back around to face you. “How long did it take you to stop trusting Shane?”

“I never did.”

—

You stand by the front doorway of Greene's farmhouse; everyone has gathered to talk about Randall’s fate. You had already made it clear you weren’t getting involved, a decision that received mixed reactions; some thought it was unfair, while those closest to you understood why you weren’t getting involved.

You hold your hand out for your nephew and say, “Carl, I need you to come help me in the RV.”

He pouts, “What with?”

“I need you to help watch Jace while I mend a bunch of torn-up clothes.”

“Now?”

“Go.”

Carl sulks as he walks by you to go outside. You didn’t really need his help in the RV, but you, Rick, and Lori wanted him out of the discussion.

“You’re really not going to share your thoughts on this?” Dale asks.

You glance around to make sure nobody else is listening in before answering. “Honestly, I don’t know what I think. I want to believe I’m a good person who votes against it, but then I remember what he’s done, and then I’m unsure. But I do admire you, Dale; it’s not easy. Always remember who you are.”

He gives you a slight nod, and then you leave the house.

—

You’re unsure of how much time has passed by when you hear a loud yell of pain. “Carl, stay here with Jace and lock the door behind me.”

You run out of the RV and in the direction of the field. Your brother calls out for T-dog to get a shotgun as he follows closely behind you.

Spotting a walker trying to bite Dale, you pull your blade out of your belt and stab it in the head before pushing it off him, but you’re too late. Dale’s stomach had already been ripped open, and he was bleeding out. “No! Rick, Rick! Help, over here!”

Daryl is the next person to arrive. He kneels down and says, “Hey, buddy, you’re going to be okay.”

Rick and Andrea both scream for Hershel to come outside as soon as they see Dale, but you knew there was nothing he could do. You hold Dale’s hand and kiss his forehead. “It’s okay; it’s going to be okay.”

Dale was so confused by the loss of blood that it was hard to know if he knew what you were saying to him. But you could tell he was in pain and choking on his own blood from the way he gurgled.

“Shane... Rick,” with glossy eyes, you look up at them, your voice breaking. “He’s suffering; please do something.”

Rick points his gun at Dale’s head, but he’s unable to pull the trigger, so Daryl takes the gun from him. You move further back as Daryl kneels down, but you still hold onto Dale’s hand, not wanting him to feel alone.

“Sorry, brother.” Daryl pulls the trigger, ending Dale’s suffering.

[spcewild]

SHANE WALSH (SMUT!) HEADCANONS

(A/N sorry I haven't posted in a long time! I wanted to give you guys something so make up for it, and I've been watching TWD a lot recently and am absolutely inlove with Jon Bernthal 🫶)

Warnings: SMUT!!!, Kinks, Rough!Shane, Hair pulling, bruising/marks, public sex, etc.

• Shane Walsh, the man who would jump at the chance to brat tame you the second you said the words, "make me"

• Shane, the man who would never admit it, but LOVES when you leave his neck full of your lipstick stains, but would immediately punch anyone who would dare point them out.

• That man, Shane, who would dig his fingers so roughly in your hair, he would have you screaming his name

• Oh that man, the man you loved so dearly, and how much love you too could feel when he would tenderly kiss your neck, all the way down to your stomach, making sure no part of you was left untouched.

• The way he would hold you so gently, cherishing every moment, the way that clashes with his rough thrusts he would make into you, each one going deeper each time.

• That same way he would bite down onto your shoulder when he came so deep inside of you, his hold around you tightening ever so slightly

• But even the risk of getting caught only made him even more turned on. What if someone in the group were to see you like this? All ruined just for him, it drives him crazy in all the right ways.

• What rarely would ever faulter was the way he left bruises and hickies all over your body, sometimes even hiding clothes that were longer and easier to hide said marks; making you having to wear the shortest shorts and a tank top after that night he littered marks all over your body, making everyone stare when you walked around camp.

• Even then, that same man, that same Shane, would never even hesitate when you asked him to kiss those same marks, most of the time; doing it without even having to ask. Just feeling his lips against those purplish red marks he made on you, as if making a mental picture in his mind.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this! Ik I don't write smut very often so feel free to leave feedback! <3

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[anna-hawk]

Caution: contents hot

Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: A little coffee accident has you meeting Deputy Walsh. Rating: T (for now) // WC: 1,3k Warnings: None, except that it's a totally silly plot 😅. A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and I might just write the smut to it at some point. I just felt like posting this now, since it ends on a “good” part.

Finally, after standing in line for ages, you made it out of the coffee shop with your precious hot drink in hand and headed straight for your car. You weren’t in any particular hurry, but you’d had a long day at work and wanted to enjoy that drink before driving over to the grocery store. Sitting in an overcrowded coffee shop didn’t appeal to you, however, and that’s why you chose to simply return to your car to relax in peace. 

Arriving at the car, you placed the cup on the roof and rummaged through your purse to find the keys. Meanwhile, a dark pickup pulled into the space next to yours, forcing you closer against your car as you kept searching. After finally locating the damn keys and pulling them out for a second to press the unlock button, you reached for the cup again, intending to open the driver’s door. 

And that’s when everything happened very quickly.

Since you had backed up into the parking space and the pickup had driven into its own spot the other way around, both driver’s sides ended up next to the other. The person in the pickup had just opened the door to get out, while you took a step back as you did the same, only to get inside yours. Except that this step backwards had you tripping over the person’s feet, and in your flailing while you grasped for something to hold on to to stop your fall, you let go of the cup, which went flying back. As you caught yourself on the edge of the half open door of your car, you knew where the contents of your drink had landed from the loud cry of surprise and hiss of pain coming from behind you a second later. 

Letting go of the door after regaining your balance, you whipped around to find a man in a police uniform pulling at his drenched shirt to get the fabric away from his skin. 

“Oh — Oh my God. I'm so sorry… Shit, shit, Shit. I'm so, so sorry, sir. Are — are you — are you okay?” you gasped out, worry and embarrassment making your face burn hot.

“I… kinda. I-” he grunted, before you realized how stupid your question was and kept talking. 

“No, of course you’re not fine. I just poured scalding coffee all over you… I really am so sorry. I-”

“No, yeah, I’m — shit — I'm okay,” he groaned, wincing as he pulled at the fabric over his chest.

“Really? You sure? ‘Cause — you know, you don’t really look —  shit, maybe if-”

Not thinking at all in your panic, you took a step closer to him and quickly undid three of the uniform buttons to pull the shirt away from his skin. 

“We need to see how badly you got burnt, maybe you need-” You suddenly stopped in your frantic rambling and stilled your hands as you realized what you were doing; standing in the man's space, with your hands holding his shirt wide open. 

Letting go of him as if you’d been burnt yourself and springing away from him, you lifted your wide-eyed gaze from the man’s chest and towards his face. Which didn’t help you articulate any words, either, as his features finally hit you. Not only did you shower and burn a police officer with your drink, but you also had to embarrass yourself by almost undressing an incredibly good-looking police officer. 

“I’m… so sorry,” you breathed. “I just…”

To your surprise, the man’s lips slowly pulled up into a smile. It wasn’t a mocking smile, but an amused one, which had you relaxing a tad. 

“It’s okay,” he said gently, tilting his head to one side as he ducked his face slightly to look at you curiously from under his brows. 

Your eyes fell to his chest as he did the same, and you grimaced at the reddening skin. 

“This has to be painful, though,” you mumbled, holding your hand back from reaching out again. 

He uttered a small bark of a laugh and nodded his head from side to side as he opened the shirt the rest of the way. Since your eyes were already on his chest, they instantly took in the rest of his torso without you being able to stop yourself. 

“Uh, yeah, kinda, yeah. But…” He shrugged as he trailed off.

Your eyes snapped back to his face as your neck heated again with another form of embarrassment. 

“I can go into the pharmacy and grab you, like, a cream or salve or something,” you interrupted, desperate to make it better. 

“Nah, it’s fine. I got what I need at home. Thankfully, you hit me just when I was gettin’ off my shift and not on,” he laughed. 

You cringed at the reminder. 

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect to be this close to you and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, okay? Shit happens.” He put a hand on your arm and leaned in slightly to look you in the eyes with a sincere expression. 

“Still,” you breathed, his proximity making you slow with coming up with a reply. “I’d like to make it up to you.”

At your words, the man’s eyes slid to your lips, which had your eyes going wide again in surprise, since he deliberately brought his eyes back to yours very slowly. 

“You don’t have to,” he assured you in a low tone that had a shiver running down your spine.

“But I want to,” you insisted, swallowing at how his eyes went from your mouth to your eyes again at the statement, this time quickly. “The dry cleaning. Let me pay for it? Can’t be cheap to clean a police uniform, right?” 

The man contemplated you, as you forced yourself not to look at his gorgeous body, the dips of his hips that were visible in your peripherals calling to you. He slowly grinned and took a step towards you, which had you automatically taking a step back and colliding with your back against the side of your car. He put a hand on the roof of your car as he leaned in. 

“If you really wanna make it up to me, then how ‘bout you join me for dinner?”

It took you a second to understand his suggestion. You stared at him, surprised. Was that really happening? Was he coming on to you? Just like that, in the middle of a parking lot? After you'd injured him, no less. And you hadn't even exchanged names. 

“I have one condition,” you found yourself answering to your own shock. 

The man smiled slowly and lifted an expectant eyebrow.

“Shoot.”

“Dinner’s on me.”

He clearly hadn't expected that, since he blinked once before he grinned and began laughing. He leaned in that bit closer, which almost had him in kissing distance. “Deal.”

“Okay… good.”

He didn't move, though, which had your heart racing and your eyes going from his lips to his eyes. When he finally did pull away, he only gave you enough space to get your door open. It was as you stared at him that you saw the name tag dangling from his open shirt. 

“Be at my place in an hour… Deputy Walsh.”

You enjoyed his look of surprise, before he glanced down at the tag with a chuckle.

“Shane,” he revealed, and stared back at you expectantly, but you only got into your car with a small smile.

“The car is registered under my name,” you hinted, as you got the window down to talk to him.

Shane ran his tongue over his front teeth as he watched you with amused interest. It thrilled you to have this attention on you. Not waiting for a reply, you put your car into drive and drove out of the parking space. As you slowly made your way down the aisles of cars, you saw Shane writing something down on a notepad.

[sinsandsweetness]

cw- smutty stuff, free use concept but very much consensual (Rick x reader mostly but all of the boys x reader mentioned too)

note- small blurb that’s totally not proofread, and will probably edit at another time. haven’t written in a few weeks so feeling rusty… feedback is apreciated or just general commentary ofc. have been in a really lovey, gentle, sweet smut mood lately so this is what ur getting sorry. don’t know why I’m so obsessed with reader being a form of escape but… ya. enjoy:)

Been having the filthiest thoughts about being the community free use slut. Everyone using you to relieve some stress. Yes, you read that right; everyone. You’re their perfect little plaything that will never say no. That just gets on her knees and takes it. No matter when or where.

It starts way at the beginning, with Shane and Daryl and Merle. Them taking turns dragging you to their tents, late at night when everyone else is asleep. Sometimes it’s just one of them, but other times they share. Take you at the same time and fill as many holes as they can. Leave you with the faintest blue and purple marks scattered all over your neck for the rest of the group to squint at in the morning. To gossip and whisper about over breakfast. Your berry stained lips and innocent eyes reminding them all of a pretty little doll they seem to treat you like.

And then you get to the prison, where things are tense, and discover that your… well, intimate service are needed more than ever. Acting as the only acceptable vice for the group to take their frustrations out on, in what you would describe as a relatively healthy way. At least considering the alternative. So while Rick is losing his mind and you’re already sharing a cell, he decides to try what a few of his friends have been doing right from the start. Using your pretty mouth as the escape they claim that works so well.

And he’s pleasantly surprised at the fact you’re more than willing. To let him urge you into the cell way before the sun has set. To let him drag you down to his bunk in the middle of the night where he doesn’t waste any time peeling your sleep shorts off in a mess of tangled sheets and blankets. And the whole time he’s with you, your lips burn hot as they trail down his neck and nip at newly sunburnt skin. You kiss him without thinking and your tongue tastes like toothpaste and bad decisions as it traces over his own and your hands seem to know the exact spots that have him pushing his jeans down to his ankles in almost shameful, record breaking time. But he doesn’t seem to mind because most importantly, having you right beneath him in the dim lit concrete cell, means that his mind, even just momentarily, is finally blank. For a few minutes, as long as you keep bringing your lips back to meet his, he has nothing to worry about. No crying newborn baby, no walkers, no fast spreading diseases or quarantines or mysterious unsolved murders. Nothing. Well, except the volume at which your pretty little moans are crawling their way up your chest and taunting your next door cell mates.

It’s when he finally has your legs wrapped around his waist and you’re so fucking warm and holy shit you’re wet, and your hands won’t leave his shoulders and your nails are scratching and raking down his back in the most pleasurable burn he could ever imagine… that, that is when it comes to him. When he finally fucking get’s it.

He understands exactly why every time it came to going on a run or splitting the group up, Daryl was always first to claim you as his partner. Why Shane was so obsessed with fixing some damn watch he found you so you could meet him out behind the barn or on the edge of the woods wearing nothing but a sundress and a smile, not a minute later then midnight. He even understood why Merle was acting uncharacteristically nicer to you than anyone else as he pouted and paced around his cell, begging for all kinds of attention but only really wanting the one. The one that was proving to be completely and irrationally addictive the more Rick thought about it. The more he focused on your skin under his hands and how sweet your voice sounded when you could no longer form a coherent sentence.

While he catches his breath, arms still wrapped around your waist, he can feel your legs trembling on either side of him as your hands continue to cup his face ever so gently. He doesn’t even open his eyes when you lean in to bite his lip and drag it out slowly before peppering sweet, meaningless kisses all down his jaw, neck and shoulders. It’s then, when your touch is making the back of his neck tingle and his breath hitch in his throat that he can’t help but feel like he’s been missing out. A whole year of this that the other guys have been experiencing? It doesn’t really seem fair. Not now that he’s had a taste. Now that he knows exactly why every man you’ve encountered since the world went to shit, has taken such an extreme and undeniable liking to you. Not now that he feels like he has to make up for lost time, pressing his forehead against yours and rocking himself back into you for the second time that night. You don’t object. You just spread your legs even further and pull at the damp curls at the base of his neck, silently urging him to keep on moving.

You don’t mind being used. Not really. It’s what you’re there for. To distract him from the horrors of the world and remind him that there’s still at least one thing worth living for. Even if it’s just a warm body in a shared bottom bunk. You’re there to ensure that the scowl lines on his face soften and his eyes close in pure, unfocused elation while he forces your hips even deeper into the mattress with involuntary moan that escapes your lips.

[fangirldreams101]

Coming Home pt. 5

DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader

TW: Severe age-gap, older men

Chapter Index

Rick cursed, going to shield you from Shane's sight with his body.

"What the fuck do you think yer doin?" he seethed at Shane's cocky smile.

Rick's rage skyrocketed as he noticed Shane's eyes glance at your body underneath before he shrugs, "You should be thankin' me. Her good ol' dad was gonna be the one to come in and check on ya'll. Givin how ya were lookin at her earlier, I kinda figured it'd be sumn like this."

"Thank you," Rick grit his teeth, "Now leave."

"Nah, I dun think so. What would good ol' dad say knowin' his friend was aboutta fuck his little girl? Dun think he'd be too happy about it, but that's jus me," Shane drawled, picking at his nails.

"Shane," your timid voice called out, still in shock over what just happened, "please don't tell him."

Shane's cocky demeanor softens at the sound of your voice, and he sighs, "Gorgeous, I wouldn't do that to ya. 'N Rick, stop standin' over her like a rabid dog and let her dress herself."

Rick practically growled at Shane's words, kind of proving his point. You gently tapped the man above you on the arm, a quiet signal that it was okay. Rick sighed, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you put your clothes back on while trying to protect you from Shane's unwavering gaze. It was no use however, Shane's dark gaze drunk in every ounce of exposed skin he could. You heard him take a sharp inhale of breath at the brief glimpse he got of your wet pussy. Rick also heard it, whipping around and glaring the younger man down.

Shane cleared his throat and motioned for you to grab the drinks. Rick snatched a few off the counter, the blue balls clearly bothering him, and you did as well, taking a few into your grip. You guys began to head out of the room with Shane the last one to leave, grabbing the remaining bottles and giving a small chuckle.

As you guys approached everyone else, your dad exclaimed, "The hell took you guys so long?"

You felt Rick freeze and Shane took a step forward about to speak up, when your voice sounded out, "I accidentally dropped 2 of the beers and they shattered on the ground. Rick was helping me clean up cause the glass got everywhere."

"Aw, you didn' get hurt, did you," your dad ask, concerned as Rick and Shane looked at you in astonishment, marveling at your quickly thought out lie.

"Nope," you said cheerfully, "everything is all good now. They were very...helpful!"

You all kept the façade up as you went to your seats and settled down. You tried to ignore the dampness between your legs and Daryl's curious gaze. Daryl's eyes kept switching between you, Rick, and Shane, but when Shane gives him a smirk, he scowls and goes back to eating. You all easily reenter the current conversations at the table and time goes by until the incident with Rick feels like a weird fever dream. Even though Rick caught you a bit off guard, you were super pleased to know that at least one of the men you were interested in was willing to get with you. You hoped that once the party was over, you'd be able to have a talk with him and maybe make it a reoccurring situation.

Dinner did eventually begin to die down, with the folks with children the first to head out. Next were the couples, tipsy and giggling amongst themselves, probably going home to have some fun. Everyone helped clean up after themselves before heading out, and eventually the remaining group went outside to the porch to rest. Your Dad was having a conversation with Morgan and the local priest, Gabriel. You decided that this would be the perfect time to go talk to Rick but as you went to find him among the remaining people, Daryl sought out your attention.

"Hey," his gruff voice called out, "gotta momen'?"

You sighed, "What's up, Daryl?"

"Ya migh' be able ta pull the wool over ya daddy's eyes, but don'cha lie ta me," he leaned in, "Wha were ya doin' w' Rick?"

Your face flushed and you harshly whispered, "None of your damn business."

"'m jus tryna look out for ya. I care about cha," he mumbled, his eyes searching your own.

You maintain eye contact, getting lost in his desperate gaze before huffing, "You had your chance."

Rage flared in Daryl, "The sunnabitch touch ya?"

His head whipped around, searching for the sheriff. You grab his arm roughly and bring his attention back to you.

"What I may or may not be doing with him is again, none of your business. Don't you dare start anything," you hissed.

Daryl blinked at you. Internally he was fuming, but seeing your angry gaze directed at him was enough to reel him back in. He nodded and you took that as your chance to leave. The porch surrounded the house so you went to go look for Rick at the sides but as you did, you bumped into another person you were trying to avoid,

Shane chuckled as he grabbed onto your arms, "Whoa there, gorgeous, where ya runnin' off to?"

"Shane please, let me be. It's embarrassing enough that you saw me... that way," you mumbled.

Shane leaned into your side, whispering into your ear, "Was it? Cuz I found you to be mighty damn cute."

He presses a fast and hard kiss to the side of your head, "If you ever want a real man to treat you good, I will never say no to someone as lovely as you, gorgeous.”

You stammer a little as Shane saunters off into the night, throwing a grin and wave.

Rick comes up behind you, "We need to talk."

You beam up at him and he feels a pang of guilt knock through him. You follow him and you both find a quiet nook.

"So I-," you both began, and you let out a light laugh, not noticing the grimace Rick had.

"You first," you smile but Rick shakes his head, indicating that you start.

"I, uh, really enjoyed what happened," you said bashfully, "and I was hoping we wouldn't let this be a one time thing?"

Your hopeful tone and shining eyes made Rick feel like the worst person in the world, and maybe he was.

He shakes his head sternly, "This can never happen again, (Y/N)."

You gaped at him, "W-what?“

”Yer dad is my friend, you could be my daughter's age. What I did was vile. I'm so sorry for doin' that to ya, w' what's been happenin' w' my ex-wife and the kids, it jus' took a toll, but it dun excuse my behavior. I should've never-"

"Enough," you sighed, "we did it. You didn't take advantage of me, I wanted it."

"I can't believe this is happening again," you murmured, running your hands through your hair.

Rick's brow furrowed, "Wha' was tha'?"

"Nothing. Forget it. Okay. That's fine. Have a good night, Sheriff."

You walked away, reentering the house and going straight to your room. After both Daryl AND Rick now rejecting you, you think you needed a break from older men.

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[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

shane walsh x farmer’s daughter!reader

“c’mon, baby” shane kissed your neck softly while wrapping his arms around you in a back hug. “i didn’t mean to scream and scare you, you know that” his rough voice whispered in your ear while he pressed his chest against your back and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your angry facade much longer. turning around, you looked up at him with your pretty doe eyes and he wasted no time in holding you by your waist, keeping you close to him. “i’ll make it up to you, doll” his hands descended to your ass, gripping strongly and in that moment you already forgave him.

[intoxicated-chan]

A Collection of My TWD WIP

These are a collecting of all my works that I’ve been working on which also lets you all know that I have my requests open!! This currently what I’m working on, if I get requests, I will make a separate post about those!! If you wished to be tagged in certain ones, please let me know and I will tag you.

I will be taking requests for The Walking Dead seasons 1-3, just make sure you have read my RULES before asking.

❛𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫❜ ⚘ 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

SERIES

(Y/n) (L/n) is a single mother to a one year old baby girl who recently moved to Virginia to start a new life without her drug dealer ex boyfriend. She finds a job opportunity at Blue Ridge Diner and a friend pulls strings for her to secure an apartment for her.

Negan Smith is a ten month divorcee, hired as a manager at Blue Ridge Diner after the previous one quit. He throws himself into work to get his mind off of his mistakes and divorce.

The two of them swear to themselves that they will keep their heads down and avoid any trouble to lick their wounds. They met at the chaotic and shit diner where they try to steer clear from each other…

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, MODERN AU/NO OUTBREAK, age-gap (Reader’s in early thirties, Negan’s in mid forties), terribly written smut, alcohol use, smoking use, descriptions of abuse (Emotional abuse and neglect, domestic violence), toxic relationships…

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 𝐏𝐓.3

MINI-SERIES

Things become even more tense at the farm where he starts to question your loyalty and if you’re willing to sneak behind his back, would you sneak around the others? (PART 3)

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, sexual content, oral (M), heavy angst-to-fluff, TWD violence, blood, heavy swearing, mentions of death/killing, threats (not aimed to reader), penetration, unprotected sex, outdoor sex…

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Negan never once forgot about his wife and daughter, especially his daughter. He always knew he wasn’t present in your life as much as he would be, he was there but wasn’t there. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but after the apocalypse, he spent every resource he could to find you and make it up to you.

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, SEASONS 7-DC, emotional negligence, parental negligence, swearing, mentions of infidelity, rejection, TWD canonical violence… (To be added/Edited)

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. None of the photos used belong to me!

Credits to @cafekitsune and @benkeibear for the dividers. Gif of JDM credits go to @londoncapsule.

[persage]

A little less awful - Shane Walsh

Summary: When Shane comes close to losing you, he realizes that just the idea scares him more than he thought. But things aren't easy, not with a man like him.

(Post S2) Shane Walsh x Reader

Usually I only write about Steve Harrington, but this time I wanted to try something different. I know Shane isn't the good guy, I know he's not that loved too, but he's given me a great inspiration to write (and then every once in a while my love for morally gray characters takes over) so here's this little work because i admit, it's my fault, but i wish I could see more of Shane. Also my man Jon Bernthal deserves everything.

Words: 3k

It's a rustle in the middle of the meadow, broken branches and trampled dry leaves. The noise of quick footsteps and heavy breathing approaching. A thud, a moan and then footsteps again. You run fast in the direction of an abandoned house and behind you a horde of walkers is chasing you, so many that this time you can't help but think it's over. Really over.

You've been scared many times since this hell started devastating the whole world, your life and erasing what you've known. You were scared when you saw your father transform, your friends die -  by the walkers or equally monstrous men - but you have never  feared for your life like you are doing now. It's just that things have been going well for a while, far too long, and you felt like you could manage to live in peace here. You were obviously wrong.

You have only one thought in mind. It's the face of a man, his strong features, short hair that is growing back,  eyes darker than the night, so full of demons that only you know how to keep at bay. If you don't reach the cottage soon the walkers will make you their meal and no, you don't want to die. For you. For him. He'll never admit it openly, he's not a man of big demonstrations, but you know you're the one holding him together, that if you die he falls apart.

Also you don't want to die before hearing those words leave his lips. You don't want to die before you know that there is still some hope in the world, some kind of love. Above all you don't want to die to feed these damned monsters.

Out of breath  you let go in a cry of frustration, while you feel your legs getting weaker the only thing that drives you is the adrenaline. With one last desperate shot you reach the house and he's here, rifle in hand, ready as always.

"Shane!" you scream. You have never been so happy to see him in your life.

"Go inside, hurry!" he replies as bullets whiz through the air, impacting what remains of the walkers rotting skulls. You mentally thank the fortuitous coincidence that made you find an armory on your path weeks ago, there was nothing left but an old silencer hidden in a corner. Your little miracle. You see Shane drop his stoic mask for a moment when he runs out of bullets, or maybe it's the rifle jamming, you don't know, you don't understand and you don't have time to do it, you grab the hunting knife placed on the chair behind you, in the small veranda of the house. With a small jerk, ignoring his protests, you move away to stab one of the two remaining walkers in the head, splashing all the blood around. Shane is immediately at your side, ready to kill the other with his dagger. Then, making sure they're all dead, he turns around and, with his back to you, walks towards the house.Your home. You silently observe the tortured dead bodies. You wonder if one day you'll find a familiar face among them, you wonder if anyone will find yours, if they will ever have compassion.

You don't have any, you can't. Shane taught you that you don't have to have any to survive.

"Shane" you began by breaking the silence as soon as you reach him, leaning against the wall for support. You're so tired you just want to fall to the ground, but you can't. You don't want to be weak, not in front of him. He 's always so strong, ready, invincible.

Sometimes you wonder if he's even human.

When you found him wounded in a field months ago, none of your old group gave him a chance of survival, no one wanted to take him with you except for you and Arnold, a former war doctor. Arnold was good and if it wasn't for him Shane would be dead. It was your job to take care of him. He was unconscious and in the throes of a delirious fever and you dragged him along with a makeshift stretcher made of wood and rags for a day and a half without respite before finding a place to let him recover. The other members of the group left you with him and you didn't object, because people who leave behind a wounded but alive man - in a world where being alive is a privilege - will do the same with you.

Shane woke up 3 days later. It took him weeks to recover. He never told you what happened to him, he only said he deserved it. You didn't believe him, cause in the end you wanted him to be a good man. You wanted to know saving his life was worth it. Then you hit the road again, Arnold died and you two were left alone. You've become each other's only comfort, even though Shane Walsh is a difficult comfort, a difficult man that you sometimes feel you don't know. know nothing about. It's Ironic since he the only thing you have left in the world.

With the bloody knife still in hand he walks towards you. He's not threatening you, he wouldn't hurt you and you know it, that's why you stay still. "Y/n fuck! why do you always mess up? You're not able for once to....Keep quiet, not go wandering around almost getting caught by those bloody walkers. No cause there's always fucking Shane to save you ass" He yells. You look into his eyes for a few seconds.

"You could have left me there"

You reply without a single emotion in you voice, moving away from him without looking back. You know Shane is trying to grab your wrist, you know he stops before doing it. He looks at his arm outstretched towards you, the muscles, the hand shaking with anger and fear. He dropps the knife from his other hand and brought a hand to the back of his neck like he always does, then let it slide over his face and when you are gone, hiding in the only room of the house, he let himself slide to the floor, caught in the realization that this time he could have really lost you. That it can happend at any moment and it's not that he hasn't thought about it before but this is time... It was so close. So real. He feels something acid rise in his throat, a knot, a block of cement. He would like to throw up.

He wasn't there to protect you, like always.

Like he has never protected anyone, because Shane isn't able, because Rick has always been the one able to defend his people. He misses him, his brother.

He also misses Carl. And Lori.

They were family, the one he wanted to protect, the one he destroyed without apology or justification.

You screwed up, Walsh.

He looks at the closed door of the bedroom and Shane wonders if he's destroying you too. Since the moment he opehas opened his eyes and saw you cleaning his wounds he has decided he wanted to be better. he still does, he wants to try to find himself - the man he was before all this, who ran to the hospital to save his best friend, the policeman Shane Walsh - but a good person doesn't treat their loved ones like he treats you.

A good person doesn't hurt someone he cared about like he is hurting you, like he is ruining you with his only presence here. A good person wouldn't stay in this house so long. No, he should have followed the original plan: find you a safe place, with other good people because there must be someone like this in the world. Maybe Rick. He should have find him leave you with him and you would be safer.

He will do it.

Then he will go away forever, so as not to stain yourself with his darkness, with his madness. Because Shane has now discovered a beast in himself and is afraid that the time will come when he will not be able to contain it again. Truth is that every day he repeats himself that you will leave the next one and it never happens and every day the idea of letting you is harder to accept cause he is just an selfish peace of shit.

When evening falls, you barricade yourself in the house and light the fire in what is left of the fireplace, in silence, with brusque gestures that reveal nervousness. Shane kicks out a couple of squirrels and starts quietly skinning them with his knife, like Daryl taught him to do a while back. He throws you one without even looking at you and you sit cross-legged around the hearth, to roast what little meat you can get. You lack real food.

You're hungry and you're tired and you want to cry, but you don't.

Shane would think you're crying for him and it's not like that, really.

You don't care about his reaction, you don't care about his outburst and you don't care that he doesn't talk to you, that he doesn't trust you and that he keeps his distance when you just want human contact. It doesn't matter that he touches your hands and then builds walls between you, that he kisses your neck at night or holds you in your sleep like you are the most precious thing on earth without ever taking an extra step towards you. You don't care about these things, they can't matter when you're experiencing the end of the world, right?

You eat looking down, obviously hungry. Shane instead looks at you chewing slowly. Once finished he leans on his elbows, he sighs watching the fire dance in front of him, then you again, illuminated by the orange light of the flames.

You are pretty. No, you are beautiful.

Shane knows it, he's always known it, but now it's like having an apparition in front of his eyes. You're perfect even now, tired to the point of exhaustion, with dirty hai and badly tied hair while eating a squirrel. You're beautiful and you're the only thing he has. His angel, his savior. And he has no right to desire you, to have you by his side. He has no right to look at you like that. You lift your head crossing his gaze with arched eyebrows

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." he replies unexpectedly. You throw away the remaining bones and clean your fingers as best you can, trying to have a semblance of elegance under his watchful eye. You hug your knees, sinking your face into them. Shane tilts his head, trying to catch your expression. He knows you're on edge and he's terrified of seeing you cry in front of him again, he's not good at that sort of thing anymore. Once, oh, once he was very good but now, now he's afraid of always making mistakes and he prefers not to try for fear of hurting you more. He doesn't want to hurt you, he can't bear the thought of letting anyone else down. He would rather die. And he hates that you have met him now, that you will never know a world where he was just Deputy Shane Walsh, and not Shane Walsh the survivor who tried to kill his best friend, the one who was sleeping with his wife, the one who wanted his family, the leader no one wanted, the hero no one recognized.

Shane Walsh, the villain from someone else's story.

"I'm sorry I made you angry." he adds, with a strange softness in his voice.

It hits you. Usually he would have just waited for your anger to subside and everything would have returned to normal, but something inside him changed and he couldn't say when. Stupid lonely man, stupid weak heart.

"It doesn't matter."You reply. You've almost resigned yourself to always seeming the weakest, it was like this even before, with your group and it's like this now. You want so much to look strong for a moment and show Shane how much potential you have, but after getting chased by a horde of walkers for trying to hunt something for him you think you've lost all hope. A cold shiver runs down your back and you unconsciously try to warm your arm with one hand

"I was a fool." You continue letting out a little sad laugh. You approach the fire with disjointed and awkward movements and he smiles without realizing it, finding your awkwardness terribly cute. He has seen you run miles of tree-lined paths, jump and scramble for survival with extreme ease and then you get stuck at the simplest things. It's sweet. Shane always says your problem is that you your head too much "And you don't use it at all"

He shakes his head, gets up and goes away. You, lost in thought, stare at the fire without wondering where he is going. When he comes back a few minutes later he has a blanket in his hands and sits next to you draping it over your shoulders.

"Thank you..." you whisper. "You must have thought I'm weak." Shane shakes his head again in disagreement

"No." he answers. You nod, holding back tears and rest your head on his shoulder slowly, for fear of a rejection that won't come. Before he can even feel your weight against his body, Shane is already hugging you, squeezing you affectionately. The truth is that he cares about you, he is afraid of losing you because he knows that if he loses you, he loses everything. His purpose is to keep you alive, to find a better place for you. Today he got scared but he never thought of you as weak, after all if you really from walkers, you would have been one of them. The only thought makes him shiver. You don't deserve such a terrible end.

You raise your head with slightly shining eyes and just smile tenderly. "Even if you treat me badly sometimes, I know you're a good person, deep down." you say. Shane looks you in the eye. His gaze is veiled in night yet sparkle with a new light that you have rarely seen in him and that you recognize immediately.

Affection. Devotion. Lust.

Shane wonders how he can hold on, how he can keep you away when you're the only thing keeping him grounded, wonders how he's done it so far because now that you're so close, with your soft skin ready to be kissed, he understands incredibly difficult. He Imagines the sensation of your warm skin under his big hands, the way your nails could dig into his back, the way your little hands would grip his shoulders, the softness of your voice becoming a moan softly begging his name.

He looks away, he'd better never have such thoughts. He couldn't think of you like that, you're... You're still good, still uncorrupted by the new world, still willing to believe there's something good in the world and he doesn't want to screw it up. But you don't care about this, about what he did, what he could do. You care that despite believing himself evil and dangerous, Shane Walsh has always protected you.

He has kept you alive. He has caressed you, with his fingers barely touching you, while the world tried to suffocate you. And you want more now, you want to discover all that Shane Walsh can be and give, you want to discover what it's like to be a part of him. He turns his head towards you again and it's the anticipation of something, the trepidation of a moment, you shiver under his warm and slow touch. His fingertips brush your ears as he brushes the hair away from your face.

"Are you still cold?" He asks. His voice is hoarse, broken. This strong and intrepid man you've seen defeating monsters, now he almost seems to be afraid of you. You grab his hand, he lets himself be guided as you bring it to your lips and kiss his fingertips.

"Y/n" he whispers.

"Don't say we can't, don't say that," you mutter.

"I can't... I don't" You shake your head.

"But do you want, Shane?" He can't deny it, he swallows letting his gaze run between your eyes and your lips, so damn close to his fingers that he feels your warm breath tickling him. "I don't want to hurt you"

You smile. "Let me" You begin "Let me prove to you that you can't hurt me Shane." he remains motionless, closes his eyes, a gesture of surrender as you approach and place a kiss on his cheek, long, then one closer to his lips. You hear him sigh as he grabs you by your hips with his big hand, squeezing the fabric of your sweatshirt.

"Shane" You whisper, moving towards his neck, leaving moist kisses in the way drawn by his veins, you can feel his heart beating and you think that today this is all that matters.

Warm flesh, beating hearts.

You and him.

Shane decides that right now he needs nothing more than to stay here. With you maybe the world will seem a little less awful.

[differentlovelover]

Shane’s girl 🤎

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader, Daryl Dixon x reader (slow burn)

Warnings: Smut, swearing, vomit, character death

Chapter: 2.11

“Lily, you should get some sleep.”

“I will in a little bit.”

You remain sitting by the window, looking down at the barn Randall was being kept in from the bedroom. Even though there was always someone keeping watch, you still had this fear that he would escape and hurt someone.

“Daryl and T-dog are on watch; he’s not going to get out,” Shane sighs. “Lil, you look exhausted; you need to get some sleep.”

It did make you feel a little better knowing Daryl was watching him; you doubted Randall would ever get the upper hand on him. You only look away from the window when you hear a playful kissing noise. You smile watching Shane look at your son with so much love in his eyes as he blows kisses on his cheeks.

You go and sit beside him on the bed, smiling as Jace babbles away. Shane laughs, seeing his son's salvia bubbles drooling onto him, and kisses the top of his head. Getting a glimpse of the tears that brought tears to your eyes. “He’s starting to look much like his daddy; he’s got your eyes.”

“The two of you are the best things that have ever happened to me; I just want you to know that.” Shane wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek. “Now, try and get some sleep. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”

Nodding, you lay back and close your eyes, pushing the thoughts of everything bad that has and could still happen to the back of your mind.

—

A groan passes your lips as you stretch out in bed. You feel Shane shifting slightly beside you. “Mornin handsome.”

Shane rolls to face you and plants a soft kiss on your lips, “morning darlin.” He pulls you closer by the hips and deepens the kiss, but you pull back.

“Where's Jace?”

He mumbles, “Rick is watching him. He offered to take him after breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” You jolt upright. “What time is this?”

“Nearly noon.” Shane brings your face to his and kisses you again. You press your body against his, feeling the heat of his bare chest against the thin vest top that covers your chest. Shane rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that you’re on top. Feeling the bulge in his pants, you grind down against him. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb, chuckling. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”

“It’s been a while.”

His eyes lock with yours briefly before he removes your vest top, leaving you in only your pants. He sucks at the skin along your collarbone down to your breasts, leaving bruise-like marks. He takes one of your hardened nipples onto his mouth while pushing your pants to the side to rub at your clit.

It doesn’t take you long to come undone when he slides two fingers into you. You muffle your moans of pleasure by burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Your eyes flicker open when you lean back, and the way Shane is smiling with the sun shining on his face through the window makes him look so happy, just as he was when you first met.

“Are you okay, Lil?”

“No,” you say, kissing him roughly. “I want more.”

“Take whatever you want, whatever you need from me.”

Your hands fumble as you quickly begin to undo his trousers. He lifts his hips enough for you to pull them low enough for his cock to spring free. You pull your pants to the side and line yourself up with him. Shane lets out a deep moan as you sink onto him, his lips pressing against yours. Finding a rhythm was easy; his hand came forward and slipped between your legs, finding your clit again.

It’s not long until you’re both coming apart, moaning into each other's mouths. You collapse forward, pressing your forehead against his. Gently, you kiss the side of his face that’s badly bruised and say, “I love you.”

He chuckles. “I love you too.”

—

Shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, you glance up to the top of the windmill, where Shane is doing some maintenance on it. A few hours prior, Hershel had insisted Lori take his bed as the rest of your group moved into the Greene’s farmhouse, so as a compromise, it had been decided Lori and Carl would sleep with you while Shane and Rick slept on the living room floor.

You had offered to sleep on the floor, but you quickly got shot down in flames by Shane, which somehow led to another argument between him and your brother. He and Shane had gone into the empty kitchen where nobody else could hear them, but curiosity got the better of you, and you soon found yourself trying to listen in.

“Shane, my sister can take care of herself,” Rick says quietly.

“Yeah, yeah, you said that before, and look what happened.” Shane mutters bitterly under his breath before storming out.

“Hey, babe.”

Shane acknowledges you with a head nod but says nothing. You place the carrier chair Patrica had found the day before gently on the dried-up grass below, smiling slightly as Jace takes in his new surroundings.

“Want some help?”

“No.”

His moodiness was starting to irritate you; since his conversation with Rick, he’d done nothing but sulk and had bitten Glenn’s head off when he asked a question about patrolling the area. “Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“Nope.”

You click your tongue and say, “Fine, we’ll see you back at the house.”

Watching you go to pick up the carrier chair, Shane sighs, “Lil?”

You turn back around just as he starts to climb down. You cross your arms over, “Yeah?”

You're not sure if it’s the cold breeze of the wind or the look on his face, but a chill shoots down your spine. Now, standing right in front of you, you can see the uncertainty in Shane’s dark eyes.

“After I got Jace from Rick, I spoke to Lori, or more, she spoke to me. I went to take the little man outside for some fresh air, and she followed me.”

Your stomach tenses.

“She thanked me for looking after her and Carl when the world first went to shit. She then, uh, told me she messed everything up and doesn’t know who the baby’s father is.”

Feeling as if you’ve been punched in the gut, you step back from him. Shane attempts to touch you, but you turn to the side and vomit.

He rubs at your back and, in a concerned tone, says, “I’m sorry, Lil. For all of it.”

You bite on your bottom lip, refusing to let any tears fall. It had been so hard for you to forgive them both, but you thought you and Lori had reached some kind of unspoken agreement to never mention them sleeping together again, but it seems you were wrong. You take the almost worn-out bobble from your wrist and use it to tie your hair back before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “What did you say?”

“I told her I think Carl will make a great big brother. Come on, Lil. We’ve been over this,” he says, stepping forward and holding onto your wrists. “Don’t let this get between us again. Lori is only bringing it up because she thinks this is what caused the distance between me and Rick.”

“You didn’t tell her the truth, did you?”

“No, of course not. Only the three of us know about it, and it’s going to stay that way.”

You tilt your head back and ask, “Is that what you and my brother were arguing about earlier?”

Shane, let’s go and scoffs. “ Carl came to me with a gun he’d stolen from Daryl the day before, and I just said I thought Rick should talk to him about it. And then he said Randall took priority—”

“How did I get brought into this?”

Shane seems somewhat hesitant to tell you; he’s never been one to shy away from telling the truth, so it worried you that he wasn’t.

“Whatever it is, just tell me.”

“Rick chewed my head off when I said you couldn’t sleep downstairs…”

The look you give him silently tells him to continue.

“Things got heated when I said he should have just killed the son of a bitch, and he made a comment about how it’s not like before, and I can’t just take the law into my own hands.”

There’s no holding back the tears as you feel another wave of betrayal crash down on you. “He brought it up?”

Shane nods.

Furious, you turn and go back to the farm house.

“Where are you going?”

“He promised.” Rick had promised to never throw what happened that night in Shane’s face again.

“Wait, I’ll give you a ride to the farmhouse.”

—

You swing the car door open before Shane even breaks. You unbuckle your belt and storm towards Rick, who’s standing on the front porch alone. Shane follows closely behind while holding Jace.

“Lily, what’s wrong?”

You shove him in the chest and say, “You're an asshole.”

He looks between you and Shane, shocked by your outburst towards him.

“You promised me, you promised—” You go to shove him again, but you’re held back. “Let go of me, Daryl!”

“Go easy before you hurt yourself; you don’t want to bust up your arm again.”

You wriggled out of his grip and glared at your brother; you could see the guilt written all over Rick’s face. “The one fucking thing I’ve ever asked of you, and you couldn’t even do that.”

“Lil—”

After you’ve gone inside, you hear Daryl say, “I’ve no idea what shitstorm is going on, but I’d let her cool down.”

—

You watch as Daryl loads up the truck and walks over, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Hey,” you motion to the gun in the holster on your hip. “I thought you might want this since you’re low on arrows.”

Since you’re holding Jace, he takes it from the holster and inspects it. “Is this Dale’s gun?”

“Yeah. What you did last night was really brave, you know.”

He shrugs. “I did what anyone would do.”

You drew Jace close, nuzzling his cheek. “About earlier…”

“Don't; me and Merle used to fight all the time. It was what siblings do.”

“Suppose.”

Daryl observes you interacting with Jace, making silly faces, and kissing his face. He grunts, “Rick is not stupid, and neither are you.”

“What?”

Before Daryl has the chance to say anything else, T-dog runs around the corner and says, “Randall and Shane are gone!”

—

While everyone searches the barn for clues on where Randall, a skinny kid, could possibly have dragged Shane, you stand by the tree line, watching your fiancé hide.

After a few moments, Shane comes out of the treeline, his face covered in blood from a cut on the bridge of his nose. “Rick! Rick!”

“What happened?”

“He’s armed. He’s got my gun!”

Carl looks up at him, worried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. A little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face.”

“All right, Hershel, T-dog, get everybody back in the house,” Rick says, taking charge. “Lock all the doors and windows. Glenn, Daryl, come with us.”

“Lil, I’m going to need that gun.” Shane stares at the empty holster. He gives you a questioning look that turns to a glare when he notices Daryl has it.

“Here, take this,” T-dog says.

Once Shane has his gun, you step closer as if you were going to kiss his cheek and whisper, “Do you really think anyone will believe he got the jump on you? I just watched you bury your gun. Whatever the hell you’re up to, better not get anyone hurt. I mean it, Shane.”

“We need to go,” he says, pulling back. He lightly brushes his hand over Jace’s hair and says, “I love you.”

—

Chewing on your bottom lip, you internally debate whether you should have said something or not. At the time, it made sense what Shane’s plan was: he’d take Randall into the woods and kill him, then pretend he ran away. But now it was dark and nobody had returned, causing a knot to tighten in your stomach.

Something was seriously wrong.

You look back out of the window and notice a figure running outside. Oh shit. Carl had snuck out.

You quietly rush downstairs and stick your head in the kitchen where Maggie, Patrice, and Beth were sitting. “Can you guys watch Jace for a minute? Thanks.”

It doesn’t take you long till you catch up with Carl and say, “Go back to the house now.”

“Aunt Lily, what are my dad and Shane doing?”

You follow his gaze to one of the small hills surrounding the farm and notice Shane pointing his gun at Rick. Your heart sinks. “Carl, run back to the house and tell your mom and T-dog to come out here, okay?”

“What’s—”

“Please, just do as I say.”

Soon as you see him running in the direction of the house, you sprint towards the hill. You slow down when you reach them; your brother notices you, but Shane, who’s facing the opposite way, doesn’t.

“You really believe if you walk back into that farm alone. No me, no Randall.”

“I want you to hush up.”

“Do you really believe they’re going to buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?”

“That’s just it. It ain’t no story. I saw that prisoner shoot you down. I ran after him and snapped his neck. It ain’t going to be easy, but Lily, Carl, and Lori—they'll get over you. And my son will have no memory of who you ever were.”

You remember the fear and desperation you felt when you were alone in the city when the apocalypse first started, and you know that you can't let that same fear consume you again.

You raise the gun in your hand and click the safety off. “I found your gun.”

“The one Randall stole, right?” Rick growls.

“Lily, you shouldn’t be here for this.”

You look to your brother, who gives you a pleading look and says, “Go before you get hurt.”

Offended, Shane placed his gun closer to Rick's chest. “Hurt her? I’ve done a lot of fucked-up shit I’m not proud of, but I’ve never once hurt her. Isn’t that right, Lil? That’s dedicated my life to keeping you safe; that’s why you’re going to leave and pretend you didn’t see anything.”

You had created this monster yourself by turning a blind eye to Otis’s death and choosing not to believe what Dale said.

Tears roll down your cheeks, and your voice breaks as you speak. “I’ve told you before, Shane, I love you; I really do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I won’t choose you over my brother.”

Your words only cause Shane to try and taunt your brother into fighting him. “You got a broken woman. A weak boy. And your sister? I’m sorry to say, sweetheart, but you’re just as fucked up as I am. And Rick, you ain’t got the first clue how to fix it. Now raise your gun.”

Rick puts his hands up and says, “You're going to have to kill an unarmed man.”

“Shane, please,” you beg. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“You ain’t going to do shit.”

Biting down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood, you aim for Shane’s leg but miss and graze his foot.

Rick takes the opportunity to try and tackle him, and the two end up in a scuffle. You try and attempt to break it up but are shoved back. The only stop is when Shane's Rick is pinned to the ground, his hand wrapped around his neck with one hand and his gun to his head with the other.

“Shane, I’m begging you. Please, let him go. We can go; we can leave, just like you wanted. Just me, you, and Jace.”

He lets out a dark chuckle. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not; I’m not; I swear we can go.”

“You’re that great of a mom, Lil, that I know you won’t let me near Jace for some time after I kill his uncle.”

“Please, please…”

You fall to your knees seconds after another gunshot rings out, and you scream. You’d just shot someone you loved. You toss the gun behind you and quickly crawl over to them, place your hand on Shane’s chest, and sob, “What did I do, Rick? What did I just do?”

“Lil…”

“Shane, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Rick kneels beside you and tries to help put pressure on the wound. “You made her do it. Why did you make her do it?”

“I love you, Shane; I’m so sorry.”

For a split second, a smile crosses Shane’s lips before his features become lifeless.

Rick lets out a wailing sound that you hadn’t heard him make since your father died. He then pulls you back from Shane’s body as you cry hysterically. “I just killed him. I just killed the father of my child.”

He holds you tightly. “You had to; you had to, Lily; otherwise, he would have killed me, and god knows who else.”

“Dad?”

You both turn in horror and face a distraught-looking Carl.

Rick walks towards him but freezes when Carl raises his gun.

“No, no, put the gun down, munchkin.”

Carl pulls the trigger and shoots something behind you. Moving out the way you cry out, seeing it’s Shane’s body, he’d turned into a walker.

Taking deep breaths, you close your eyes, listening to your brother try to console his son. When you open them again, you see a horde of walkers walking right towards you.