#shane walsh pre apocalypse

[sinsandsweetness]

Shane. Shane’s stuck in my head. I wonder if he and Rick got up to any shenanigans late at night in the police station with a cute girl…. I know Rick probably just watched but dang. Just thinking about it 👀 and if Merle and Daryl were in the drunk tank next to the cell…..

Shane is forever stuck in my head <3 I usually don't go for the pre-apocalypse au's but damn. this one got me dreamin' and drooling....

pairing- (Shane x fem!reader)

cw- dub con? just a power imbalance more than anything, mentions of drunk driving, very suggestive but no actual smut. 1.4k wc

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You walk past the two officers, both a little shocked by your vulgar language. Reaching the bars and seeing Merle grinning like a madman. Drunk. Clearly. Smelling of bourbon and poor decisions. 

“Aw, sugar-tits! I knew you’d come. Daryl says you wouldn’t n’ I says oh yesss she will,” he slurs his words. “And here you are! Our saving grace.”

You immediately turn to face Daryl. Bags under his eyes, elbows leaning on his knees while he sits on the bench. Clearly just as tired and irritated as you are. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You smack him on the shoulder with your bag. “I could barely pay rent this month. There's an eviction notice on my damn door and you think I can afford to bail your lousy, drunk of a brother out of- "

His eyes go wide at your confession, shooting up to grab your hand. 

“You don’t have to keep living with that loser, you know you can come stay with me-“

You shake him off. Blood starting to boil with irritation. “That’s not the point, Dare! I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep saving his ass whenever you two need it.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. Attempting to contain the flood of emotions that the week's events are summoning. 

“How much is it?” you brace yourself for the worst. Subconsciously knowing that whatever disgusting number you were picturing, would still be better than whatever Daryl was about to say.

“… 500.” 

“Fuckin' hell, Dare.” He gives you a look that reflects exactly how you feel. Apologetic. Angry. And so fucking tired.

With a deep breath, you tell him you’re going to try and talk to the cops that brought Merle in. To see if there's any way you can work something out. 

Pulling your skirt down slightly, in an attempt to be more modest for the police than you are for the men you wait on, you make your way over to the men. The tall one, dark hair and handsome in an almost intimidating way, is standing at the counter, chewing on a toothpick. The other is just as handsome, though in a softer way. Pretty blue eyes and an unsurprising wedding band adorning his left hand. He sits behind the desk as he fills something out on the computer. The satisfying click and clack of the keyboard, times almost perfectly with that of your heels on the grey linoleum. 

You approach the two with your sweetest smile, full of remorse. Your pretty eyes scream 'pity me' and you pray that the officers are kind enough to listen.

Immediately, you notice the way that the dark haired one stares down your blouse as you come to a stop. Taking a little breath for courage before starting your little spiel. 

“Hi.” You can't help but blush a little at the look that Officer Handsome is giving you. 

“Hey, sweetheart. What can we help you with?” He licks his lips and can't seem to contain the way they curl into a cheeky grin.

“My friend there, the uh, dumbass behind the bars…. well, you see he’s just, um…” pull yourself together, baby. “He fucked up. And I know that. He knows that. Even if it doesn't really seem like it. He really fucked up and if this were any other week, me and his brother over there, we would have more than enough money for his bail. We just.. Um, don't have it right now. So, I was wondering if there's any way we could work something out, like a payment plan or…”

“You got a boyfriend?” he asks, obviously uninterested in your proposal. 

Mouth agape at the bold interruption, you respond hesitantly, glancing back at Daryl for a second.

“Uh, no but…” 

“Really? Pretty boy over there… he’s what? Just a friend?” he nods towards Daryl, who can't quite hear but is obviously intrigued, and trying to assess how the conversation is going.

“Yeah, we're just friends… why?” 

He ignores your question again, hand coming up to touch the cross pendant on your chest, “Cute necklace.” He smirks again, this time at the way your breath hitches at his touch. Fingers moving over to play with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger. 

“Shane.” The officer at the desk scolds his partner. Unimpressed but seemingly unphased by his behaviour, not even glancing up from the document he's reading.

“Ricky, c'mon. Look at her. Ain’t she gorgeous? What the hell are you doin' hanging out with these idiots?”

Apparently Daryl could hear that remark because you hear a faint, unimpressed, “Hey!” come from the bench behind you. 

“Dare, sit down.” You tell him, with a scowl on your face as he sighs and sits back down and leaned into his hands once again. Praying for the night to just be over already.

“His brother is the idiot, he’s just… too loyal for his own good.”

The officer, Shane, nods his head, continuing to inspect you. Black mini skirt and button up blouse, curly hair cascading over your shoulders. Smelling like vanilla and vodka and whatever body oil is making your long legs shimmer so beautifully in the fluorescent lights.

“What are you doin’ up this late, anyway?” he asks. Apparently intrigued by your attire.

“I'm a waitress. I was just walking home from the bar as I got their call.” The constant dreaded call to come bail Merles drunk driving ass out of jail. 2:00 am on a friday, and you should have known they'd get themselves into trouble.

“You know, this is his third time. We've already taken his license. Impounded his car. If you don't have the money then…there's really not much I can do.” Shane tells you, that wicked grin still splayed on his face.

“You can leave him 'til morning, come back when you have the money.” Rick offers, finally putting the papers down and leaning back in his chair. One boot crossed over his knee as he relaxed into the leather cushion.

“And how the hell do you propose I come up with 500 dollars overnight?” You try not to sound so rude, but you’re tired and cold and Merles drunk babbling from the cell is really starting to piss you off.

The two men share a look and you feel goosebumps raise on your bare legs.

“Pretty girl like you… shouldn't be too hard.” Shane says, flicking his toothpick into the bin.

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, “I'm not some kind of whore, you know.” You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a little exposed in the excessively cold air conditioning.

“Of course not. That’s not what I meant, sweetheart.”

“Then what'd you mean, huh?” 

“Yeah, Shane, what did you mean?” Rick crosses his own arms, entertained by his friend getting himself stuck in such an awkward predicament. 

“Yeah, Shane. Why don't you expand on that for us.” You lean against the counter and he shakes his head with an annoyingly attractive laugh, which you can't help but smile at. Forcing you to forgive his crude suggestion almost immediately.

“You gonna give me your number or what?” he says, leaning up beside you.

“I’ll give you a whole lot more than my number if you can get his bail waved.” You bite your lip and nod towards Merle in the holding cell.

“Thought you said you weren't a whore.” 

“Shane-” Rick hisses, warning his friend to tone it down. They're supposed to be officers of the law after all. Though you aren't really offended. You would fuck the man for free if he asked.

“You got an office here or something?” Your left hand starts to play with the keys on his belt, slowly making their way to the buckle, where you tap your french tips a few times, looking up at him with a look so sickeningly sweet, his cock actually twitches. 

He thinks for a moment, letting you pull at the leather band until he’s flush with your core.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, realizing you’re actually serious. Deciding to give in to your downright sinful suggestion. “Rick. Turn off the cameras in the interrogation room.” He turns to his partner. Blue eyes, all wide and dumbstruck.

“Shane, that’s illegal-”

Shane grabs your hand and starts leading you towards the room, talking over his shoulder, “Rick. Cut the fuckin’ cameras." His lips brush your ear as turns to whisper, nudging you forward, "I’d ask him to join, but I already know he won't." You smirk at his confession, looking back at Rick and silently wish the ring on his finger wasn't there.

Shane directs his attention at Rick once more, "You can watch from the glass if you’re feelin’ left out.” 

You can't help but giggle as you enter the room. Empty, aside from a metal chair and table. Shane pauses at the doorway, catching the attention of Daryl from down the hall.

“You too, pretty boy. This is for your brother's sake after all.”

-continued here

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(what the hell do I name this fic??)

also I don’t know shit about jail so… don’t come for me lol

[liliesdiary]

🎀 WIP 🎀

hii I'm back from my break !! I've been resting for this new year and now I'm back. I have a couple of requests that I will complete soon. Request more, don't be shy!

this is a list of my wip, I have many more in my drafts that I will post after these four. Comment which fic/daydream would you like to be tagged in/interested in 🎀

Daryl's Bunny

requested by @leatherwingsandcrossbowstrings (daryl's living sex doll request)

cw kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, bunny nickname, injures ankle, doll nickname, pervert!daryl, lonely!daryl, very very gentle with his bunny , light bondage, rope bunny

Daryl finds an injured bunny hopping in the forest, trembling and crying at the pain in her ankle. Daryl takes her in and shelters this pretty bunny and gets attached to her soft lips and sweet voice. He wanted to protect this little doll. He never wants to let his bunny go, instead he holds her hostage and turns her into his little injured bunny into his living doll.

Dad's Perverted Best Friend (Shane Walsh)

requested by anonymous

cw dead dove do not eat , dad's best friend, age gap, legal age gap, pre apocalypse + Rick and Shane are aged up, dubcon, throat fucking, daddy kink, corruption kink, choking,

Dad's perverted best friend won't stop touching your body, pressing his bulge against your ass in those short skirts of yours when you wash the dishes. Loving the fact that he's slowly corrupting you, turning Rick's innocent daughter into his little plaything turned him on so much. He needs to be the one that pops that cherry and he will.

Jackson Rippner's Obsession

inspired by @slut4thebroken glory hole head cannons xoxoxo

cw dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, obsessive stalking, possessive behavior, misogyny, glory hole, sex work, degradation, brutal sex, cnc, dubcon, sex slave, cunt, f reader

Jackson Rippner loved visiting glory holes but had an obsession with you. He loved fucking your tight cunt and paid so much money just to fuck you. He never looked at any of the other girls, he had an obsession with you and only you. He watched as other men fucked you, the way you moaned and whimpered made him possessive and mad. He always fucked you harshly, making you scream and cry but you knew you had to just take it. He loved hearing you scream. He just had to take you away and make you his personal sex slave.

Waking Up Daryl Dixon

consensual somnophilia, season two daryl dixon

[artemiseamoon]

Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

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

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

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

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

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

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

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

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

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

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

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

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

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

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

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

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

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

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

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

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

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

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

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

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

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

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc

[findroleplay]

Hello! I am searching for some The Walking Dead roleplay partner.

I am very excited to use my oc against Shane Walsh, based on season 1.

I am a simp for Jon Bernthal. I truly am... Hehe.

I would love to do some romance roleplay, maybe platonic one. I would not stick to the original plot of the series. I love pre-apocalypse plots. But of course I am happy to listen to other ideas you have!

You must be 18+, open to write angst and gore. NSFW is a must. I just think that Shane is a character that requires it. But of course the NSFW stuff doesn't take over the roleplay! I can also double up. But not from TWD fandom. Sadly... I know too little about the world to bravely say I can play some canon character for you.

If you are interested - please pm me or leave a like under this post!

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[denim-devil]

Spam me with some summer themed smut requests PLEEK-

If you are wondering who I write for…here’s a list for yall to decide over!

• Frank Castle

• Matt Murdock

• Rick Grimes / Negan Smith / Shane Walsh

• Evan Peters characters (AHS only)

• Eddie Munson / Billy Hargrove / Steve Harrington

• Chad Meeks / Ethan Laundry

• Javi Pena / Joel Miller (Both Pre Apocalypse/Apocalypse!Joel)

• Ransom Drysdale / Andy Barber / Steve Rogers

• Thor

[baseballbitch116]

Stay At Camp(1.2)

Your Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon Interactive Love Story

Introduction: Follow along on your journey with Daryl and the others throughout the series... You choose your actions... Will you end up with Daryl? YOU have the power to decide that!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Setting: Atlanta camp - before Rick has joined (S1E2-3)

Word Count: 3263

Series Warnings: Gore, violence, strong language, potentially triggering content, sexual themes, death, mentions of drug/alcohol consumption and abuse...

Chapter Warnings: Violence, gore, death, strong language, angst,

A/N: I’d just like to note that I used a lot of true dialogue from the show, which does not belong to me; however, Y/N and the rest of the writing does.

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“What’s going on?” You ask Glenn as he passes you. “Going on a run. Wanna come?” He asks, stopping and turning to look at you.

You had never gone with them on a run before, what exactly do you do? Would you just get in the way? But then again, you’ve been wanting to find a way to pull your weight… What should you do?

~~~

“Uhh, nah... I’ll stay back.” You respond with uncertainty. You feel slightly guilty, but you just don’t think that you’re ready to go out there just yet. Glenn nods and shoots you a reassuring smile before turning and heading toward the others. With a sigh, you head the opposite way to help out with some cleaning.

Your mind is preoccupied for most of the remainder of the day, wandering between your insecurities or fears, sometimes to different terrible scenarios that could be taking place on that run. Trying to keep yourself busy was the only was that you managed to stay sane - so that was what you did. You helped Amy clean and gut the fish her and her sister caught earlier in the day, tidied up the RV, helped Shane gather firewood, asked Carol to try to teach you how to sew, and even assisted the kids with homework - seeing as you were recently graduated from college with a degree in education.

The day drug by slowly, but eventually the sun set and everyone gathered around the fire Shane set up in to eat. It was a simple meal of canned beans and canned soup, each of you getting small portions in order to feed everyone. You sat beside Amy as you spooned at your food, listening to Dale explain his reasoning behind adjusting his watch every morning. You lent against the log that the others sat on, not overly concerned with dirtying your shorts, as you and the women wash clothes every morning.

This certainly wasn’t a meal that you would have eaten a few weeks ago - not only did beans and soup not go together, but you really steered clear of the weird mushy food. You wished you had a nice cheeseburger or bowl of Fettuccine right now - but that was a luxury that no longer existed. It was not easy to cook meals in a pot over a fire, with minimal ingredients and two dozen people to feed.

You chuckle as Dale finishes his story, taking one more spoonful of the beans into your mouth as you listen to the others speak. Your eyes wandered to Carol and her family gathered around their own smaller fire off to the side - grimacing at the sight. You liked Carol and Sophia a lot - but Ed was another story. The man wanted nothing to do with the rest of the group, contributed less than nothing, and was very obviously abusive toward his wife. You also took notice of the fact that once again, Daryl was not here.

Typically, Daryl would bring back whatever he killed, cook it up and take his plate off to his tent to eat alone. You had not seen him eat alongside the rest of the group before, it made you curious. Why did he insist on being alone? Today, he was still out hunting, having only returned for an hour or so earlier before heading back into the woods. You couldn’t help but worry - he was alone in the woods in the night. Still, it wasn’t your place to worry. The man had probably spoken a total of two words to you since meeting him - if that - you were by no means friends.

You are drawn out of your thoughts when you spot Shane standing up, approaching Ed and Carol over at their fire. Some of the group watch as the others try to mind their business as Shane asks Ed to keep the fire low, so they can’t be seen from far away. You clench your spoon as you see the man tell Carol to remove the log that he just tossed into the fire - watching as Shane stomps it out and thanks Carol, bidding her and Sophia a good night. You liked Shane - he was a pretty good guy to lead this group.

-

The next day goes by relatively the same as the one before, with the exception that the others never returned from the run. Typically, they would be gone from morning until close to sun down, which worried everyone immensely. Amy was panicking and demanding that they go out to try to find her sister, but Shane refused. You could see both sides, feeling bad for Amy but understanding Shane’s reasoning. You tried to reassure her that they were probably fine, but the younger girl wouldn’t hear any of it.

Not long before sundown, you heard the sound of an alarm blaring through the hills. Shane jumped up from where he sat cleaning his shotgun, Lori pausing in trimming Carl’s hair as she followed after him. You tried to spot where the sound was coming from, but you could not see anything. “Talk to me Dale!” Shane shouts at the older man on watch atop the RV. He is looking out with binoculars, trying to pin point what was approaching. “Can’t tell yet.”

“Is it them? Are they back?” Amy asks anxiously. You place a hand on her back to try to comfort her, your heart pounding as you anticipate what is coming.

“I’ll be damned.” Dale mutters.

“What is it?” She demands.

“Stolen car is my guess.” He replies, dropping the binoculars as the red car comes into view.

Everyone gathered around camp when the car pulled up. Shane was furious that Glenn pulled up to camp in a red sports car, laughing excitedly as its alarm shrilled.

“Holy crap, turn that damn thing off!” Dale shouts at Glenn as he grins.

“I don’t know how!” He hollers with his arms open. Shane taps the hood impatiently, asking him to pop the hood as Amy bombards Glenn with questions over the loudness of the car.

“Pop the damn hood please!”

“Is she alright?! Is she okay? Where is she?!”

“Yes! They’re all okay! Well... Merle not so much.”

“Are you crazy driving this wailing bastard up here - you trynna draw every walker for miles?!” Shane exclaims, leaning on the open hood after he shuts the alarm off.

“I think we’re okay.” Dale mutters. You run a hand through your greasy hair as you wrap your head around everything. Everyone’s okay except Merle? Why was Glenn driving this in the first place?

“You call being stupid okay?” Shane asks, shooting a look over his shoulder at Dale.

“That alarm was echoing all over these hills - hard to pin point the source. Shane stands and places his hands on his hips, giving Dale a look. You can’t help but admire how he looks for a moment - his blue button down shirt with the top buttons undone, exposing his chest. His cargo pants were snug on his long legs and his black hair was disheveled from running his large hands through it so frequently. If it weren’t for Lori...

“I’m not arguing, I’m just saying.” Dale remarks. “But it wouldn’t hurt you to think things through a little more carefully.” He points a finger at Glenn, the smile long gone from his face. You shake your head and shift your weight as a white truck pulls up behind the other car. You feel your heart swell in happiness for your friend when Andrea steps out, running for her sister with teary eyes. You watch as Morales and everyone else reunite with their loved ones, both you and Shane exchanging a look as Lori comforts a saddened Carl.

When a new man steps out of the car, dressed in a cop outfit, you are confused when you see Shane’s face fall. He looks like he’s seen a ghost - does he know this man? “Dad!” Carl screams, running into the arms of the unknown man. You watch in awe as Carl and Lori reunite with who must be his father... You and all the other smile at the scene, a single tear strolling down your cheek as you rejoice for them.

Until it hits you.

You look at Shane, his face rising and falling, his expression changing every second. He’s been sleeping with Lori... From what you knew, her husband was shot and died in the hospital right as this all happened... Was this really that man? You had so many questions but instead went over to give Andrea a hug, happy to see your friend has returned safely.

After the others settled in, the fire was once again set up and everyone feasted, listening to stories and the man - Rick - explained what happened when he woke from the coma he was in. You kept glancing back at Shane, wondering whether he was happy his friend was alive or not. He explained that he thought he died, that he didn’t hear a heartbeat and was attached to machines, which sounded like enough reason to believe he had passed to you. Still, you noticed how he looked at Lori throughout the night and you knew that there was going to be tension after tonight.

Once again, Daryl had only appeared once in the morning, asking about the whereabouts of his brother and eating before heading back into the woods. You had met his eye when he strode off, ducking your head from the intensity of his stare.

The next morning, you awoke shortly after sunrise in order to get a head-start on the day. You were going down to the quarry to wash clothes with the women while Shane and Carl tried catching frogs. You dressed into denim capris that hugged your legs and a black tank top, your hair pulled up into a pony tail as you spooned leftovers from last night into your mouth alongside Amy and Andrea. You are sitting beside them on the RV stairs when you spot Daryl approaching the camp from the woods, a string of something swung over his shoulder as he heads your way.

Swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you exchange a knowing look with the sisters - Merle was left behind. Daryl stops a few feet away from the RV, hollering for his brother as he sets down his crossbow. “Merle!” He hollers again, making you cringe as you note a string of squirrels thrown over his shoulder. You meet his eye for a moment when he glances over his shoulder toward the RV. “Get yer ugly ass out here! Got us some squirrel!” He shuffles the weight of the dead animals over his shoulder. You grimace at the sight - knowing that it was a good thing and you should be thankful, but it was gross and sad. “Let’s stew em up!”

“Daryl?” Shane calls out, stopping Daryl in his tracks. Everyone is gathered around by this point and you exchange a worried look with the girls when you spot T-Dog heading over with an armful of firewood. “Why don’t you slow up a bit? I gotta talk to you.”

“About wha?” Daryl asks, his southern accent prominent. You try not to seem too nosey but at this point a lot of the group was gathered around, anticipating his bad reaction. You set the bowl of food aside and stand, crossing your arms and leaning against the vehicle beside your friends. “This isn’t gonna be good.” Amy mutters to the two of you, keeping her voice low. Shane makes his way over to Daryl, Rick following behind.

“About Merle... There was a uh... There was a problem in Atlanta.” You watch anxiously as Daryl takes in the information, looking around the camp at the people gathered, chewing on his thumb.

“He dead?” He asks, glancing up at Shane sideways.

“I’m not sure.”

“He either is or he ain’t!” Daryl shouts, approaching Shane. Your body is tense now and you worry that he is going to do something stupid.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it.” Rick steps up, approaching Daryl. He glares at him angrily. You notice how Rick looks a lot different in his large white shirt and jeans than he did yesterday in his uniform.

“Who are you?”

“Rick Grimes.”

“Rick Grimes...” Daryl sneers, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. You feel the tension growing in the air. “You got somethin you wanna tell me?” He growls.

“Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked onto a piece of metal. He’s still there.”

Daryl begins stalking back and forth, glaring between Shane and Rick, clearly bewildered. If you were in his shoes you would be too - it sounds pretty bad. “Hold on,” He starts, wiping his face and gesturing to his head. You notice that Daryl speaks with his hands quite a lot, mentally adding it to the things that you know about him. “Lemme process this. You’re saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof?! And you left him there!” He hollers at Rick, his tone raising with each word, making you jump at his loudness.

Before anyone can react, Daryl tosses the squirrels at Rick - who dodges them - and goes to lunge at him. Shane is quick to roughly shove him to the ground - making you cringe when he hits the ground on his back. You want to intervene but it’s not your place - and what would you do to stop the older, larger man?

Daryl whips out his large dagger, making you and Amy gasp when he swipes at Rick. Between Shane and Rick, they work together to disarm and get Daryl to the ground, Shane holding him in a choke-hold as Rick tries to reason with him. “You best let me go!” Daryl shouts, his face turning red as he struggles against Shane.

After a moment, Shane releases Daryl. He shuffles to his feet and resumes stalking and glaring at the men. “The hell with all y’all!” Daryl shouts, waving his arm in no real direction. You spot the tears he roughly wipes away and your heart drops for him. If that were your brother abandoned on a roof you would be pretty furious too. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling.

“Just tell me where he is.. So I can go get him.” Daryl grumbles.

“He’ll show you. Isn’t that right?” Lori speaks up, looking over at her husband. When he nods, she stomps past you into the RV and you exchange a confused look with Amy.

You, Andrea, Amy Jacqui and Carol decided to head down to start on the laundry after the scene. Ed tags along, irritating you, but you bite your tongue. Eventually Shane follows with Carl and you watch them mess around in the water, trying to catch frogs. The sight warms your heart - until Lori shows up and tells Carl to leave. You try not to watch too much, but everyone can hear and see her hollering at Shane, telling him to stay away from Carl.

You feel that is a little harsh, given all that Shane has done for her and that he says he thought Rick was dead. You keep your opinions to yourself as you scrub clothes in the water, droning out Carol as she talks. The girls start listing things that they miss and you all laugh when Andrea brings up her vibrator, Carol agreeing with her. The moment is cut short when Ed interrupts, saying that you guys are laughing too much.

You and Andrea turn and shoot him a look as he looms over you guys, lighting a cigarette. This man had nothing better to do than to supervise? You watch as Andrea stands up, approaching him and you dread the worst. You will not hesitate to stand up for her if he acts out of line - unfair to butt in in this situation.

“Ed, tell you what. You don’t like how your laundry’s done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself.” She suggests with a calm tone. You slowly stand from where you sat and turn to face them, ready for him to pull a dick move. “Here,” She suddenly tosses a wet pair of pants at Ed’s chest, which he immediately tosses back into her face, making her gasp. “Ain’t my job missy.” He drawls, taking a drag of his cigarette. The situation very quickly escalates as Amy tries to get her sister to back down but you take her side.

“No, what exactly is your job Ed? You think you can stand around and watch us all day? Got news for ya - we sure as hell aren’t your bitches.” You growl, daring the man to try you. You’ve had it up to here with this asshole, you’re dying for an excuse to fuck him up or go down trying.

He demands Carol follow him when he pussies out of the confrontation and ends up slapping her - sending all of you over the edge. Everyone is screaming as you and Andrea quickly start pounding on Ed’s chest, you digging your nails into his arms as you try to pull him off of Carol. You manage to get a punch in before he is literally drug off by Shane. You hold your throbbing fist as you watch Shane begin pummeling Ed, climbing on top of him and relentlessly beating him.

You almost want to cheer as he does so, grimacing as Carol cries and begs Shane to stop. Eventually he takes it too far and you all start hollering for him to stop. Carol runs over to the asshole’s side and sobs over him, making you sick as she apologizes to him. You and Shane meet eyes for a moment, your gaze landing on his bloody fists. “Shane-” You start, but he shrugs and shifts his weight, walking backward from the scene.

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While some of the men got ready to go back to Atlanta to get Merle, you iced your throbbing hand on the steps of the RV. “You okay?” Glenn asks, shooting you a worried look. You nod and give him a halfhearted smile.

“I wish I could’ve beat his ass like Shane did.” You remark, shifting your weight slightly. Glenn lets out a chuckle and removes his cap, brushing his hair away.

“He deserved it.”

“Damn right he did.” You respond, wincing as you readjust the ice. You look up to spot Daryl getting ready a few yards away. He glances up, squinting at you in the bright sun as you sit there. Word quickly got around camp about what happened and it didn’t take a genius to figure out how you hurt yourself. You watch Daryl chew on his bottom lip, looking at you sideways before dropping his gaze back to his crossbow in hand.

“What’s that all about?” Glenn mutters. You glance up at him and cock a brow.

“Whaddya mean?”

“That. Daryl.” He clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips. You drop your head as you feel your cheeks heat up, checking out your hand.

“Nothin. We don’t even talk.”

“You want to?” He asks, leaning his body against the RV, shooting a look back at the others that he is waiting for.

“I dunno, he doesn’t seem so bad.” You mumble, glancing up one more time when you see Daryl approaching the other men at the jeep, not looking at you this time. Glenn doesn’t respond, replacing his hat on his head and patting your shoulder. “Be careful.” You tell your friend, shooting him a weak smile that he returns as he walks off.

You watch as Glenn stands a few feet apart from Daryl, Shane giving Rick some bullets. “Let’s go! Wastin sunlight.” Daryl rushes them, making you chuckle slightly. You stand up and after one last look at your friends, you head back into the RV.

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And that’s the end of the second option! This next chapter will end with more choices that you will need to make to continue through the story. You are heading down a spiral of choices and consequences. A simple decision like choosing to stay at camp is going to set the foundation of this story and all of the choices you are going to need to make following it! If you read the first option, you would see just how different the story has become, and it will only go more into depth as you continue down more paths.

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Torn Chapter 1

Torn Masterlist

Story Title: Torn. Warnings: None yet. Pairing: none yet, eventual Daryl/OC then Rick/Oc then Love triangle. Setting: Pre-apocalypse.

To say that Cassie Harrington and her father Shane Walsh had a rocky relationship would be a massive understatement. The first time she met him was when she was twelve years old, at her mother’s funeral. He sat in the back for the funeral and when it was over he gave Cassie’s step dad his phone number, told Cassie that he loved her then left. After meeting him she understood where her brown eyes and dark, slightly wavy hair came from. A year later when Cassie snuck the number out of her stepfather’s cell phone and called it with her cell, it went straight to voicemail. She left him a voice mail, but he never returned it. From that day on she decided that Shane didn’t care about her.

The next time she saw him was when she was seventeen. After her step father tragically lost his life in a six car pile up on the freeway she was forced to live with the only blood relative she had left. Shane was less than thrilled to have his estranged teenage daughter move into his bachelor pad with him. For Cassie, the feeling was mutual. Having Shane for a father was like living in a house with a drill sergeant. He hated for the house to be anything less than spotless and when the weekends came around he wanted her out of the house. God forbid having a daughter cramp his playboy lifestyle.

When Cassie moved to King County it was during the summer, so not having made any friends yet, she spent her weekends babysitting Carl, the son of Shane’s best friend Rick, so that he and his wife Lori could have a date night. Rick assured her that eventually Shane would learn to be responsible and get used to a teenager being in his house, but he never did. The only fatherly thing Shane ever did was help her pay for collage.

Over the years that she spent in King County the only good thing in her life was Rick. If she was in a bad mood when Rick visited, he could easily tell and would do his best to make her smile. He usually had her smiling and happy again within five minutes of just sitting and talking.

The summer of 2010 she got even closer to Rick, Lori and Carl when the married couple hired her to be their nanny. Why they needed a stay in nanny when Lori was a stay at home mom, Cassie didn’t know, but she needed the money to pick up where Shane had left off on her collage tuition. So saying yes to the job offer was really easy. Cassie had always thought highly of the couple up until she moved in with them for the summer and started hearing the morning and night time arguments she and Rick were having. Cassie hated eavesdropping on them, but it was kind of hard not to overhear when her temporary bedroom shared a wall with the couples.

Cassie was picking Carl up from school when she heard a siren behind her and turned to see Shane and another cop car flying up to the school. It wasn’t hard to tell that something had happened, the look on his face as he came walking over to her with his hands on his hips said it all. “What happened?”

“Rick,” Cassie put her hand over her mouth, holding back for the bad news, “He got shot, he’s in surgery right now.”

“How did it happen?” She asked in a attempt to keep the conversation going so she wouldn’t break down for Carl to see when he came out.

“There was a radio call that said that there was two suspects in a car, but there was a third man. Somebody screwed up.” Cassie dropped her hand and glanced over her shoulder when the bell rang. “I screwed up. I didn’t see him in time. It’s my fault.”

Cassie took in a calming breath. “I’m assuming Lori knows?” she asked trying to figure out the next steps.

“Yeah, she’s already on her way there. She asked me to come get you and Carl.” As he said it his eyes looked past Cassie to where Carl was coming out of the school.

“We tell him nothing until he’s with his mother.” Cassie said as she turned around and smiled and waved to Carl who came running over. “ She has to be the one to tell him. Agreed?”

“Yep.” He told her with a nod before Carl reached them.

“Shane! What are you doin’ here?” the kid asked always excited to see Shane.

“I came to give you and Cassie a ride. Would you like that?” Shane asked and Carl nodded excitedly.

Carl went on and on about how cool it was to be riding in the back seat of the cop car, but all Cassie could do was hope and prey that Rick made it out alive. For everyone’s sake, Rick had to be okay, but her main thoughts were on Carl and how badly his life would be impacted if he lost his father at such a young age.

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Rickyl headcanon + notes

might as well share my other headcanons while I'm at it eh?

* A/B/O 'verse because I couldn't not

* mpreg!Daryl, omega!Daryl , alpha!Rick

* OC Rickyl babies; Dickie (10) and Diane (6)

* alpha!Shane/beta!Lori - Carl (10) is their son

* Merle is a French name and Daryl has French roots so I imagine their mum was Cajun from Louisiana. She believed in natural magick and practiced Hoodoo before the depression left her an empty shell (I gave her long term post partum depression in the fic I'm working on)

* pagan Daryl who practices Hoodoo and natural magick

* Good (always from his pov) big brother Merle. He is mostly clean and sober, he honestly didn't have much of a choice with his brother in law being a Sheriff's deputy and wanting to be part of his niece and nephew's lives

* years of hunting, camping, fishing and hiking with his family have made Rick lighter on his feet and a good tracker. He's a fair hunter and fisherman as well, though he can't hit the broadside of a barn with Daryl's crossbow

* Rick has a sprawling garden at home (pre apocalypse) and the kids regularly help out as part of their chores. it started as a way to reduce stress, recommend by their counselor after he'd come home in a bad way from work and yelled at the kids, but it turns out he has quite the green thumb

* Daryl and Merle have their own mechanic shop (pre apocalypse) and its doing well. They get a lot of business and are respected in their trade

* BFFs Rick and Shane, friends since primary school, they met their mates around the same time in high school, joined the force together, got married and had their firstborn within months of eachother. cue Walsh-Grimes family outings, BBQs etc.

* BFFs Carl and Dicky, they are inseparable, call eachother cousin, do everything the other does. Merle once brought Dickie a comic book, a week later Carl was spending his allowance to get some of his own. They now have quite a collection between them

* Rick has sappy pet names for his family- Daryl is 'Darlin' or 'Sweetheart', Dickie is 'Punkin' and Diane is 'Sugarplum' or 'Princess'

* Lori and Daryl had a rocky start but their is mutual respect if not fondness between them now

* Diane likes spending time with her Aunt Lori because she knows about "girly things" and doesn't grumble through dress ups or tea parties (Carl and Dickie). But she also loves spending time with Uncle Mer who spoils her rotten, got her her own tiny crossbow in pink camo and lets her say bad words

* when Merle is bad off, flashbacks or PTSD, he goes back to their decrepit trailer to drink or smoke or shoot up. Usually Daryl will come find him and help him clean up and get himself back together. it doesn't happen often by the time Diane is born but it's not completely gone

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Rick Grimes/Shane Walsh Characters: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh Additional Tags: Pre-Apocalypse, Pre-Series, Sleepovers, Sexual Experimentation, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Top Shane Walsh, Bottom Rick Grimes, First Kiss, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time, First Time Bottoming, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Rick Grimes, cant believe thats already a tag im cfrying, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage Sex, theyre both 17 but thats still not Adult™, so while its legal theyre not.... adult people, Guilt, Regret Summary: Shane's always been a little too curious for his own good; Rick, maybe not so much. At least, not until Shane ropes him into trying something new.

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Save Me (Part 1.)

Character(s): Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan, Simon, and Reader (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Rick and Shane receive a call about a domestic disturbance, but so did Negan and Simon. Word Count: 4,019 Warning: Domestic violence, abuse, and of course, Negan’s colorful language.  Author’s Note: I am extremely excited to write this! For now, it is a one-shot, but I am most likely going to develop it into a series of some sorts. I always wanted to know what it’d be like if these four men met before the apocalypse. I’m also changing up a few things (only in terms of Negan’s occupation). I hope you enjoy! 

(GIF Source: @macheteandpython || also, credit goes to the original source of the Negan gif! if anyone knows where it was originally posted, let me know!)

It was ten o’clock at night. You were staying late at the coffee shop to finish the essay that was due in a couple of days. You always liked to get ahead of your assignments; it gave you more time to relax once it was done with and out of the way.

Though, with the nonstop phone calls and text messages, you knew your boyfriend wasn’t happy that he had come home to an empty apartment. You feared him. You feared what he was capable of – you had bruises and stitches to make up for it, too.

But every time he hit you, you always realized it was your fault. He made sure to make it known that he didn’t want to hurt you. You had made him that way.

You believed that every time he laid his hands on you, it was because of you.

Your friends couldn’t help you. Your family couldn’t help you. You didn’t want to leave. Despite the pain your boyfriend put you through, you still loved him. He still cared for you.

He always apologized afterwards, anyway.

If he didn’t love you, if he didn’t care about you, he wouldn’t apologize… Right?

You finally made it back to the apartment. You noticed his car in the designated parking spot and the light was on from the living room. You could see it from the outside. You saw his shadow – he must have been sitting at the dining table.

Damn it. You knew you should have cooked for him before you left.

Quietly walking into the apartment, you set your bag down on the couch and dropped your keys onto the small table near the door. It was quiet, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“Where were you?” he asked.

“I was finishing my essay. I lost track of time. Are you hungry?” you replied, walking towards him. You were just about to sit on his lap when he shoved you to the floor.

“What did I say about coming home late? I expect dinner on the table once I get home from work.”

“I – I’m sorry, David. I didn’t mean to stay out this late. I swear.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you’re sorry, all right. Get the fuck up, you pathetic dumb bitch.”

You began to lift yourself onto your feet before you felt him grasp your upper arm in a tight grip. You knew there would be bruises later.

“David, ouch… Stop… You’re hurting me, please. It won’t happen again.” you pleaded.

“I’m hurting you?” he laughed, “I was the one who starved the entire night because you couldn’t get it through your stupid mind that I should have dinner waiting for me after a long day at work!”

David pushed you roughly, causing your hip to come in contact with the small table near the couch. The lamp fell to the floor, shattering the lightbulb onto the hardwood floor.

“Look at that! You made a fucking mess!” he yelled.

Once more, he pushed you, causing you to land onto the shattered glass as it prickled your hands. You yelled out in pain, noticing the blood from the shards of glass that penetrated your skin.

“David… I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise!”

“You know what, I don’t accept your apology.”

He picked you up by your upper arm, bringing his other fist to connect with your jaw. You cried out loudly, covering your cheek as you felt blood rush down your nose, tasting the liquid that ran down to your lips.

“I don’t want to do this, but you’re making me! I have rules!” he yelled.

“David, stop! Please!” you yelled, trying to run away from him.

You felt him grab onto the end of your hair, slamming you roughly down onto the floor. He straddled you from above, his hands moving to your neck.

This was it. You were going to die. You felt the oxygen disappear from your body as his hands tightened around your throat. He was going to kill you.

After what felt like forever, he released his grip and you continued to gasp for air, trying to regain your breath.

“Are you sorry?!” he yelled.

“Y – Yes! I’ve been sorry! I said I was sorry!”

“Are you talking back?!” You could see the veins protruding from his temple – that usually meant he was livid and you were the cause of it all.

“N – No! I’m sorry! David, please!”

He shook his head and slapped you across the face, tears flowing down your face in the pain that you were in. You couldn’t fight back. He was stronger than you and you didn’t have the courage or bravery to retaliate anyway.

Your next-door neighbor heard everything through the thin walls. Living in an apartment complex had its perks. Hearing the loud crashes, constant yelling, and cries of pain, she decided to call the police.

“911, what is your emergency?” the operator asked.

“There’s a domestic disturbance… I think her boyfriend’s trying to hurt her. She sounds pretty hurt. Please, hurry…”

“Okay, ma’am. Stay inside your home. What is your address?”

Your neighbor told the emergency operator all the needed information and within minutes, the officers were en route to your apartment.

You felt your vision become blurry with the constant punches that David was throwing at you. You had tried to defend yourself by covering your face, but that only angered him even more.

Just as he was going to wrap his hands around your throat again, he looked over his shoulder at the sound of the front door being knocked open. Instantly, he rose to his feet and tried to cover your body with his own.

“Officers… What seems to be the problem?”

Two of the sheriffs walked in, narrowing their eyes at the place. The noticed your feet sticking out at the end of the couch, but decided to remain quiet just in case the man in question decided to make a run for it.

“We had a call about a domestic disturbance. I’m Sheriff Deputy Rick Grimes. This, here, is my partner, Shane. Is everything all right?”

Shane gave a half-smile, waving briefly to the other man.

David smiled, turning on his charm almost instantly. “Of course. Just a little foreplay with my girlfriend and I. You know how that goes,” he winked.

Rick tightened his jaw, nodding slightly. Shane narrowed his eyes. He didn’t see you moving and he subtly nudged Rick to speed up the process.

“She likes it rough,” David added.

“I see… May we speak with her?” Rick asked.

“I’m afraid not. She’s recovering from the Earth-shattering orgasm I just gave her.”

Shane looked at David with disgust. Before Rick or Shane could respond, Negan and Simon walked into the apartment, dressed in their usual clothes.

“My, oh my, what the fuck do we have here?” Negan smirked.

“What are you doing here?” Rick asked.

“We got a call. Figured we’d stop by and see what the commotion was about,” Simon replied.

“Yes, well, we’re here already. You both are free to go,” Rick responded.

“We’ve got this under control, fellas,” Shane spoke.

Simon stepped further into the house, obviously trying to look interested with the decorations and interior design.

“Wow. Mighty nice place you’ve got here.” Simon said, pointing towards David as he glanced around the walls. He walked further into the room, inching his way closer to you.

David immediately stepped in front of Simon, flashing a nervous smile.

“Thanks. Now, if there really is no problem, I would like to get some sleep. My girlfriend had a tiring day and all. I’m sure she’d love to get the rest.”

Negan stared at David, an obvious grin lining his lips. They all knew he was lying and when they heard the quiet groans coming from you, they stepped forward.

“Like I asked, sir, I would like to speak with your girlfriend. Just to make sure everything’s okay and that this wasn’t just some prank call,” Rick said.

“I said she’s fucking fine,” David growled.

“Well, can we see her?” Shane asked.

“S – She’s uh, she’s not wearing any clothes right now. I doubt she’d want you men to see her that way,” David stuttered.

Negan narrowed his eyes. “Then why the fuck does she have her pants on?”

“She’s without a top.” David replied quickly.

Simon narrowed his eyes. He glanced between his colleagues. They needed to get to you now.

“Rick –” Negan began.

“Fine. Damn it,” Rick replied.

Shane and Negan grinned. “Finally.”

Instantly, Negan took a large step forward and grabbed David by the back of his neck, pushing him against the wall. Shane and Simon stepped forward, moving the couch aside to notice you lying on the floor with a lamp and a desk shattered nearby.

“Call an ambulance!” Shane exclaimed, kneeling onto one knee with Simon next to him.

“She’s breathing,” Simon said, removing the two sets of fingers he placed onto her neck.

Negan placed the handcuffs onto David’s wrists, tightening it painfully.

“Ouch! That’s too tight!” David complained.

“Yeah? That’s too fucking bad. You think you can put your hands on a woman just because you’re a man? You’re going to deal with the fucking tight handcuffs for a while. Let’s hope it doesn’t cut off your fucking circulation because hell, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Negan smirked, tossing David onto the floor roughly.

Rick called in an ambulance, walking towards Shane and Simon.

“She doesn’t look too good,” Shane said.

“What’d you do to her?” Rick asked.

David smirked. “Just taught her a lesson, that’s all.”

Negan tightened his jaw, delivering a hard punch across David’s jaw.

Shane walked towards Negan and David, bringing his foot to connect with David’s abdomen roughly. David slumped forward, coughing at the pain that he was currently feeling.

“I – I could press charges against you all!” he yelled, spitting out the blood that leaked from the corner of his lips.

Simon laughed, “Heh. You could try, pal. I don’t understand how far you’d get, but if you’d like, we’ll even give you our badge numbers, our boss’s name, and everything.”

Suddenly, they were broken out of their reverie when they heard your quiet voice.

“D – David…” you whispered, your head throbbing in pain. You opened your eyes to the best of your ability to see two strangers standing before you. One was dressed in a sheriff outfit while the other was sporting a leather jacket and a red scarf.

“W – What happened?” you asked.

“Shh, take it easy, doll…” Negan cooed.

“We’ve got your boyfriend in custody, miss. He won’t be hurting you anymore.” Rick said.

“He didn’t – It was my fault. I should’ve been home. I should’ve made him dinner before he came home from work…”

David grinned. “You see, boys, everything is just fine and dandy. Can you release me now?”

“You fucking kidding me? Shut your mouth before I make you,” Shane threatened.

Simon walked back to the living room with a wet towel, sitting on his knees to gently wipe the blood from your nose. There was a cut just along your cheek and he gently padded the warm, soft cloth against it. You flinched, looking up at him.

When you noticed his mustache, you giggled which caused all the men to furrow their brows.

“Why are you laughing?” Simon asked.

“Your mustache is – Are you in porn?”

Negan chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, she’s got a sense of humor.”

Simon smirked, “Well, no, darlin’. But, I can assure you that I’m just as good as those pornstars.”

“Hey, that’s my fucking girlfriend!” David yelled.

Shane laughed, looking over at you. Now that the blood was cleaned from your face and aside from the cut and bruises, you were beautiful.

Rick arched a brow. He was married, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think a woman was beautiful.

Negan was currently in a relationship, but he didn’t know how long that would last due to his wandering eye and vulgarity.

Shane was never one to commit and settle down – that was Rick’s personality, but never his.

Simon was also single. He had a few relationships here and there, but never serious enough where he thought long-term.

All the men seemed interested in you, though. But all you cared about at the moment was David.

“Is David okay?” you asked.

“He’s peachy, doll,” Negan responded.

“No, I’m not! They’ve got me in cuffs, baby!” David interrupted.

“W – Why?”

Rick sighed, gently helping you to your feet. “Come on. I’ll show you. Where’s your bathroom?”

You led Rick to the bathroom. Shane, Simon, and Negan followed. Shane had a tight hold on David, making all the men watch you stare at yourself in the mirror.

“He did this to you. Your boyfriend is supposed to protect you, keep you safe, make you feel loved, but instead, he does this.” Rick began.

“I didn’t – It was my fault, though…”

You didn’t recognize yourself. You were beginning to realize that you didn’t look happy, at least not anymore. Your lip was busted open and your cheekbone was swollen with a bruise and a cut along it. You noticed the light bruising of his fingers along your throat.

Enough was enough.

“You were going to kill me…” you mumbled, tears filling your eyes.

“Baby, no… It’s not like that. I just got angry. You know how I get. You know that I love you…” David pleaded.

“Don’t lie to the girl,” Shane said.

“Why would you hurt me then?” your voice was quiet. You looked down and lifted your shirt to reveal the lightened bruise along your ribs. It was now just finally healing.

“Holy fuck, doll…” Negan shook his head.

Your eyes were focused on the one bruise on your ribs that you didn’t notice that there were others. Rick, Shane, Simon, and Negan looked sympathetic. They didn’t know how long this was going on for, but they knew that it needed to stop.

“You know I would never hurt you,” David said. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“T – Then why do I look like this?! Why do I have bruises all over me?! Y – You said you would take care of me, David!”

You dropped the end of your shirt, covering your bruises.

Suddenly, another set of officers walked and noticed the altercation. Rick sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before instructing that the two men take David back to the police station. Once they left, you quickly walked to your room and grabbed a duffle bag.

“Miss…” Shane said, gently resting a hand on your elbow.

You flinched, looking up at him before he smiled softly.

“We’re not going to hurt you, okay? But we need to bring you to the hospital to have the doctors there take a look at you,” he added.

“Shane’s right. You could have a concussion,” Rick interrupted.

You ignored them, continuing to pack your bag with countless clothes and undergarments before you felt your knees give out. You cradled your face into your hands and cried quietly, your body shaking with the sobs that escaped your lips.

Negan kneeled next to you, gently wrapping his arm around you. You immediately leaned against him, taking comfort from the men that saved you.

“Come on, doll…”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital… Please…” you pleaded.

“The doctors need to –”

“Would you feel comfortable if we did the check-up ourselves?” Simon interrupted.

You pulled back from Negan, looking up at Rick, Shane, Simon, and Negan. You didn’t if it was because they saved you that gave you the courage to say yes or if it was because for the first time in a really long time, they looked at you like you were beautiful.

Like you were something special.

David always made it his mission to tell you that you could look better, that you could lose weight to look sexier, or wear more make-up to make you look beautiful. But the way these men were looking at you now, it made you feel like David’s words weren’t true.

Slowly, you nodded yes.

Rick narrowed his eyes before cancelling the ambulance through his walkie-talkie.

“All right. We’re just going to do a quick check-up. Make sure nothing is broken, okay?” Shane said.

You nodded, biting your lower lip and instantly regretting it. You had forgotten that your lip was busted open.

Negan stepped forward, gently hooking a finger under your chin to lift your head slightly. He inspected your features. You couldn’t help but blush at the close proximity. His dark brown eyes raked over every inch of your face; you felt ugly, but he surely wasn’t looking at you like you were.

“You’ve got beautiful eyes, you know that, doll?” Negan whispered.

“I – Oh…” you mumbled.

Rick rolled his eyes, “Is that really necessary, Negan?”

“What? You angry because you’ve got a wife at home and I’m here, flirting freely with this beautiful gal?”

“Hey, you’ve got a girl back home too, Negan,” Shane interrupted.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Negan replied.

“We’re not doing anything wrong…” you defended Negan, looking up at him. “He’s got a nice smile. He’s even got dimples.”

Negan smirked, “See? No harm, no foul.”

Simon stepped forward, gently running his fingertips across your cheek. You flinched from the pain, but stared up into his eyes.

“Hi, Mr. Pornstar,” you giggled.

“Negan’s right. You do have pretty eyes,” he smiled.

You cleared your throat. All of a sudden, you felt a wave of tension enter the room. You felt a heat pool at your abdomen, causing you to squeeze your legs together in hopes that neither of the men noticed.

“Okay, hold on. You do realize that you both aren’t even supposed to be here, right? Rick and I got the call and we arrived here first,” Shane said.

“And your fucking point is?” Negan replied.

“She’s our responsibility. Not yours, so kindly back off,” Rick responded.

“Whoa, whoa. Listen. We’re all here now. No need to argue,” Simon interrupted.

“Great. So, it’s settled then. She’ll be riding back with Shane and I,” Rick nodded.

“Like hell she is. She’s going with us.” Negan said.

“And what makes you think that?” Shane asked.

“Because we said so,” Simon said. “Plus, we can get ice cream on the way. You do like ice cream, right?”

You nodded slowly. You didn’t know what was going on nor why these four men were fighting over you.

“You can’t bribe her!” Rick exclaimed.

“Not bribing her. Convincing her. Who can turn down ice cream?” Simon shrugged.

“I can handle myself,” you whispered.

“Doll… No offense, but you just got the beat shit outta you. If that douchebag makes bail, which I doubt he will, he can come back for you,” Negan replied.

“And what do you propose we do, Negan?” Rick asked.

“Well, she can stay with one of us until this entire thing blows over.” Simon said.

“She can stay with me,” Shane quickly added.

“What? No. She can stay with me,” Negan responded, “She can’t stay with you, Rick. You’ve got a wife and kid back home.”

You widened your eyes, turning your attention to the blue-eyed sheriff. “You have a kid?”

Rick smiled, “I do. His name’s Carl. He’s ten.”

“That’s great. You and your wife must be really proud of him.”

“Okay, enough of this sappy shit. Doll, how about you decide where you want to stay? Rick’s out of the goddamn question, so that leaves Shane, myself, and Simon.”

“I don’t even know your names… You don’t even know mine,” you replied.

“I’m Negan,” he smirked.

“Simon, or you know, Mr. Pornstar,” Simon winked.

“Shane,” he smiled.

“And I’m Rick.”

You nodded, watching each man introduce themselves in their own way. You were in big trouble. You always had a thing for older guys and it just so happened that you had four candidates standing in front of you.

“I’m [Y/N]…”

“Well, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” Shane smiled.

You blushed, dropping your eyes. It had been so long since you were complimented. It also had been a long time since you felt all hot and bothered by a man. After the first year with David, the intimacy had become boring and you had begun to stop wanting sex.

That only led to more problems.

“I can just get a hotel…” you suggested.

“You know what? That’s a good idea. That way, we can all stay with you,” Simon nodded.

“What?” you asked.

“Do you really think we’re going to leave you out of our sight, [Y/N]?” Shane asked.

“Well, no, but –”

“It’s settled then. Rick, Shane… We’ll see you both at the hotel.” Negan grinned, helping you with your bag and leading you out of the apartment with Simon walking alongside with you.

Shane and Rick quickly followed, watching as you climbed into their truck. Once you were seated, you buckled your seat belt and patiently waited for both men to get into the car.

“Negan…” Rick called.

“Yes, Rick?”

“Don’t touch her,” Shane said.

“What about me? Can I?” Simon smiled.

“Come on, guys. She’s vulnerable right now,” Rick reasoned.

“What do you take us for, Rick? We’re police officers. Right now, our number one priority is to keep her safe. We’re just teasing,” Negan replied.

“I see the way you’re looking at her, the way you both are looking at her,” Shane added.

“And you’re going to tell me that you both aren’t looking at her the same way? She’s beautiful. A woman like that who has dealt with that amount of abuse deserves to know that she’s beautiful, okay?” Simon said.

“Just don’t take advantage of her,” Rick responded.

“You know, I thought we knew each other by now, Rick. Do you really fucking think that we would do that?” Negan tightened his jaw.

Rick stepped forward, tilting his head. “Just because you have a girlfriend, Negan, doesn’t mean that you’ll stay faithful.��

“Fuck you, Rick,” Negan spat.

“Okay, okay. Break it up,” Shane said, separating both men.

“Just meet us at the hotel and make sure you two aren’t arguing when we all get there. We need to make sure [Y/N] is comfortable,” Simon replied.

“Right. We’ll see you at the hotel,” Rick tightened his jaw, turning on his heel to walk to his own car.

Once Negan and Simon climbed into the truck, you noticed that you were sitting in the middle of the both of them. Simon started the car and pulled onto the main road, glancing over at you.

“You doing okay?” Negan asked.

You nodded, “I guess so. I just never thought it’d end.”

Simon tightened his grip around the steering wheel, “Well, he’s never going to hurt you again.”

The ride to the hotel was quiet and you felt your eyes begin to droop shut. However, once you finally allowed yourself to succumb to a light slumber, you felt the truck stop moving. You opened your eyes to see that Simon had parked the car in the lot of the hotel. Negan helped you with your bag and extended a hand for you to take. You eagerly took it into your own before following them inside.

You allowed Negan and Simon to do the talking and after a few minutes, they were leading you to the elevators. Stepping inside and clicking the designated floor number, you watched as the doors began to shut before noticing an arm sticking through the small space to allow it to open.

Suddenly, Shane and Rick stepped inside and looked between Simon and Negan before their eyes settled onto you.

“Hi,” Rick said.

“Hello,” Shane added.

You suddenly felt the safest you had ever felt before now that you were standing between these four men, these four officers.

They were staring at you with soft, interested eyes and you couldn’t help but feel like you were finally worthy of someone’s attention.

[the--walking--daryl]

Bail (pre-apocalypse!Daryl x Reader) Pt 2

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, teenage!Rick Grimes, teenage!Shane Walsh and teenage!Lori Grimes.

REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR ALL TWD CHARACTERS!!

Summary:

Y/N and Daryl slept over at her house after the whole mishap with the police station and Merle, but Y/N has forgotten that family friend Rick is supposed to stay with her while her parents are away. Rick is very protective of Y/N and sees her as his little sister and if he finds out that Daryl is there, he’ll flip out. Y/N calls her best friend Lori over to help because she knows Rick has the biggest crush on her. Everything goes well until Shane tries to make a few advances towards Y/N, making her extremely uncomfortable.

 Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence, sexual assault.

Part One 

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“Rick? Shane?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Hey!” Rick smiles.

Shane looks ridiculously bored and not at all interested in me or whatever Rick’s agenda is.

“What’s up?” I ask Rick.

“Did you forget?” Rick replies, tilting his head to the side slightly.

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck, shit.

I completely forgot that Rick is supposed to stay with me while my parents are in Cuba. Rick is the son of my parents’ best friends and we’ve pretty much grown up together, so he’s kind of like a big brother to me. A big brother that doesn’t know that I have a boyfriend that’s been thrown in a jail cell three times.

“Nah, I didn’t forget!” I lie, chuckling awkwardly. “I just slept in, is all.” I add, still standing in the door way.

Rick and Shane loo at each other and then look back at me like they’re expecting something.

“So can we come in, or..?” Rick asks.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah sorry.” I move aside, letting both boys walk past the threshold of my home. I close the door and then turn to see Shane taking in hi new, unfamiliar surroundings.

“Nice place.” He mumbles.

“Uh, thanks.” I reply.

A clatter sounds upstairs, immediately catching our attention.

“The fuck was that?” Rick begins to walk up the stairs to investigate, but I’m soon to leap in front of him.

“Probably just the cat!” I laugh.

“You don’t have a cat.” Rick scowls.

“Right. Oh! It’s probably just Lori! She stayed over last night.” I giggle, continuously making up lies and untruths on the spot.

“Lori’s here?” Rick’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

Rick’s had a crush on Lori since I can remember. He’d always tag along to our soccer games and say it was to support me, but I knew that he only wanted to gawk at Lori.

“Yeah... yeah! And she... um... just got in the shower!” Luckily for me, it sounds like Daryl actually did  get into the shower, so Rick believes me straight away.

“I uh... I’ll go get dressed. Back soon.” I say, backing up the stairs, my awkward walk eventually turning into a run.

I run straight to the phone beside my bed and dial Lori’s number.

“Hello?” Lori picks up after a few dial tones.

“”Lori, it’s me.” I whisper, so the boys downstairs don’t hear me scheming.

“Oh hey! I was just about to call you!” Lori says cheerfully.

“Listen, I need you to come over, I need your help.” I beg, looking over my shoulder because of the looming possibility that Rick or Shane could come in at any moment and foil my lies.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Her tone switches from Jolly to concerned within a matter of seconds.

“I’m fine, I just have a major dilemma. Rick and Shane are here.”

“I’m struggling to see why that’s an issue.” Lori retorts.

“Because Daryl stayed here last night and now he’s in the shower!” I exclaim.

“Oh shit... that’s not good.”

“You think?”

“Wait, wait, how am I gonna make this any better?”

“I may or may not have told them that it’s you in the shower.” I reply sheepishly.

I hear Lori let out an amused scoff, making it obvious that she finds my mistake downright comical.

“I’ll be there in to minutes. I’ll climb the tree, make sure your window’s open.” She’s not even trying to make her laughter discreet at this point.

“Thank you!” I let out a relieved sigh, also thanking whatever higher power just saved my ass.

A couple of anxiety filled minutes later, Lori appears in the tree outside my bedroom and pulls herself through my window.

“You owe me. Big time.” She sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands upright and brushes herself off, pulling leaves and twigs out of her long dark hair.

“We can have this discussion later!” I hiss, pulling her to the bathroom. I signal for her to wait as I creep into the bathroom, where I find Daryl wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Someone’s impatient.” He smirks, stepping forward and leaning his head down to kiss me.

“We have a problem.” I tell him, placing a hand on his chest to stop him.

“What kind of problem?” He asks.

“The kind of problem where I completely forgot that my friend Rick is supposed to be staying with me this week because my parents asked him to and I haven’t told him about you and he thinks I’m still a virgin and him and his friend Shane are actually downstairs right now. That kind of problem.” I confess in a rambling fashion.

Daryl face-palms at my little slip up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at my idiocy.

“And what the hell am I supposed to do?” He sighs.

“I told them it was Lori in the shower.” I reply.

“Who the hell is Lori?”

And as if on que, Lori pokes her head around the door with a mischievous grin spread across her glossed lips.

“That would be me. Go hide!” She smiles as she trots into the bathroom and shoves her head under the still running water, so it looks like she’s been the one making all of the noise.

“Where am I supposed to hide!? Daryl exclaims. I frustratedly shush him in fear that Rick and Shane will hear a male voice that clearly doesn’t belong to either myself or Lori 

“I don’t know, in her room or something!” Lori suggests, the water still making it’s way through her hair.

“Okay, who is this!?”

“Ugh, Daryl, my best friend Lori. Lori, my boyfriend Daryl. Glad we’re all acquainted, now can we please-”

“Y/N? Everything okay up there?” Rick shouts from downstairs.

My eyes widen with panic at the sound of his voice, realizing that he’s clocked and is starting to get suspicious. I don’t blame him. I would be too if I heard a hushed argument between my life-long my friend, my crush and another mysterious entity.

“Yeah, all good Rick! We’ll be down in a second!” I yell back.

“Who-”

“No more questions, come on!” I hiss, cutting Daryl off and shoving him out of the bathroom, over into my room and then onto my bed.

“Can’t you just get rd of them?” Daryl pleads, slightly adjusting his towel.

“I’ll try my best, but Rick’s real stubborn.” I sigh, scratching my head in thought.

“Who the fuck is Rick?”

“I told you about Rick. Family friend? My parents are friends with his parents? Rick Grimes?” I attempt to jog Daryl’s memory.

“Rick Grimes?” He mocks, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Yes, Rick Grimes. Now, be quiet, be patient, and for God’s sake- behave.”

Daryl salutes sarcastically and flops backwards to lie down as I change into regular clothes that aren’t joggers and a sweater with David Bowie’s face on it. I pride myself on how classy my nightwear is.

“I look okay?” I pant dues to rushing around to find something clean, fitting, and actually presentable.

“You look fine.” He sighs without even glancing at me. “As long as it’s okay for Rick Grimes, right?” Daryl mumbles bitterly.

I stand in shock at Daryl’s snide and petty comment as he idly taps his stomach with his fingers, clearly being a jackass on purpose.

“Screw you, Daryl.” I scoff and storm out.

I jog downstairs and discover all three of the others on my couch. Lori and Rick are deep in conversation while Shane aimlessly flicks through my TV channels.

“You guys want drinks or something?” I ask, but with no response from anyone.

“Great.” I whisper and stroll over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. I lean against the counter and stress about the two boys in my lounge and the petty one in my bedroom. I take a sip and close my eyes, attempting to calm down and not overthink the situation. As I’m mid-thought, I feel another presence in the room and turn around to find Shane sitting on the counter opposite me. He tilts his head to the side and runs his eyes over my body, making me shuffle awkwardly.

“You okay?” I ask, starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah, just fine. What about you? You good? You seem a little tense, sugar.”

His voice is husky and rough, but not like Daryl’s; Shane’s is predatory and has the ability to send shivers of discomfort down my spine. His deep brown eyes travel down to my chest, causing me to cross my arms to stop him staring.

“I uh... I’m just tired, Shane.” I force a smile to look somewhat polite.

“Don’t you lie to me, Y/N... I know what you were up to last night. Saw you hangin’ around the Sheriff's department making out with Dixon.” Shane teases

My entire body stiffens at his words, my throat and chest tightening. I gulp out of nervousness and force a false chuckle.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talkin’ about, Shane. Lori and I were here all night last night. Must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. I have one of those faces.”

Shane shakes his head and lets out a dark chuckle.

“Trust me, I’d know your pretty face anywhere, Angel.”

I grimace at the term of endearment. That’s what Daryl calls me. Only Daryl. Coming from Shane, it sounds like pure garbage.

“Listen, I won’t tell Rick.” Shane smiles.

I let out a sigh of relief and my whole body relaxes, but that all comes to a halt when Shane utters those three little words.

“On one condition.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I force my legs to stop shaking in fear as Shane edges closer and closer.

“What do you want from me, Shane?” I quiver.

“Oh, you know what I want...” He runs his fingers down my bare arm, leaving a trail of terror-induced goosebumps.

“Go to hell, Walsh.” I growl, still too petrified to move.

“Hey, Rick?” Shane shouts, his eyes still locked on me.

“No! Shane, please don’t.” I whimper.

“All you have to do is yes, Y/N. It’s just a quick fuck.”

I hear Rick’s footsteps approach the kitchen and my entire body starts to tremble with panic and anxiety, my heart beating out of my chest and my breath getting caught in my throat.

“Fine... fine, I’ll do it.” I cave.

Rick enters the kitchen and Shane turns to face him.

“What’s up?” Rick questions.

“You and Lori want drinks?” Shane asks, earning a small sigh of relief from me.

“Yeah, sure. Y/N, your Dad won’t mind, right?” Rick asks, completely clueless as to the pressure and blackmail that just took place in this very room.

“N-no, it should be fine.” I stammer nervously, resulting in Rick shooting a concerned gaze my way. I smile reassuringly as to not raise any questions.

“We’ll bring them out in a sec.” Shane nods and Rick eagerly walks back to Lori, thankful that he finally has some time with her. Shane turns back to face me, an evil grin stretched across his lips, eyeing me up like a lion does it’s prey.

“Shane, I have a boyfriend, I can’t just-”

“Daryl Dixon? He’s a redneck piece of shit.” Shane scoffs.

“Shut your mouth. You don’t know him like I do. The only piece of shit around here is you.” I scowl, attempting to drum up some confidence.

Shane leans forwards and puts his lips to my ear.

“You’ll think very differently once I’ve had my way with you.” He whispers and walks away. A wave of nausea washes over me and I lean against the counter-top, letting out a shaky breath. I have to clench my eyes closed to stop tears from running down my face and force my shoulders to relax so I don’t curl up into a ball and just completely break down. How did I get myself into this? Why didn’t I just tell Rick when Daryl and I first got together? I could’ve made this so much easier for myself and now I’ve backed myself into a corner. 

A little while later, when Lori, Shane, Rick and I are sat in my lounge watching TV,  Lori throws her head back and lets out a complaining groan.

“I’m so hungry! Should we order a pizza?” She asks.

“Better yet,” Shane starts. “Why don’t you two go get it? Pizza place isn’t too far and it’s real nice outside. You two can y’know... talk.” He smirks.

I realize what his ulterior motives are. Getting Lori and Rick out of the house so he can do God knows what to me... my eyes immediately dart over to Lori and silently beg her not to go, but she doesn’t notice my pleading stare and blushes a little.

“Sure. Rick, you want to?” Lori smiles.

“Yeah! I mean, yeah sure. Why not?” Rick replies.

The two get up and Shane grins slyly at me from across the room, striking fear and disgust into my very soul. He won’t really make me... right? He’s not that bad. 

My train of thought is broken by Lori giggling and the front door slamming shut. I jerk my head in Shane’s direction and immediately stand to my feet in a defensive manner.

“Shane... please. Look, I’ll tell Rick, okay? About Daryl, about everything.” I plead.

“Deal’s a deal, baby girl.” Shane relaxes back into the couch and keeps his stare on me, his hard, emotionless brown eyes taking in every curve and inch of my body.

“Y’know what, screw you. I don’t have to do shit.” I scoff and begin to walk away. Shane jumps over to the back of the couch and pushes me up against the wall by my shoulders with a great force that causes me to hit my head and let out a pained groan.

“Where’d you think you’re goin’?” He snickers.

“Let me go, Shane!” I cry out.

“Y’know what, I think we’ll have some fun first,” he rips the strap of my shirt down my shoulder as I continuously struggle against his strong grip. “I’d stop squirmin’ if I was you, it’s just going to make this more difficult. Well, for you anyways.” 

He kneels down, throws me over his shoulder and carries me over to the couch, where he throws me down and almost immediately pins my body beneath his.

“Shane, stop!” I scream. “Please!”

“You can yell all you want, ain’t nobody going to hear you-”

Shane’s word’s are cut short as he’s dragged off of me and tossed to the floor by Daryl, who then goes on to violently kick the shit out of him. Shane attempts to get up, but is unsuccessful when Daryl leans over him and brutally punches him in the face over and over and over again.

“Daryl, he’s done!” I yell, desperately trying to prevent him from killing Shane, despite everything.

And then, just when I manage to pull him away, that’s when I hear it.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” Rick cries out.

Fuck.

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

Walsh

Final Part, PART THREE

Also, sorry this is so long. I just wanted to post the whole thing this weekend. So enjoy babes!

Warning: smut, violence, gore, breaking and entering, sarcasm. So much swearing. Mentions of Shane c*ck.

A/N: funny story, I've hated Shane since the Walking Dead aired originally because I thought he was cocky and I was like fourteen. Well, now I'm a 22yr old adult and GOOODDDAMMMN it, Jon Bernthal is a great, wonderful actor and so, so easy on the eyes.

@thewhitewolfownsme thanks for getting me hooked ;)

Kennedie gets up to look out the window, not one for hospitals, when she sees Walsh heading to his cruiser. She almost knocks, but she didn’t want to make it seem like she actually liked him.

“Where’s Walsh going?” She asks, looking to Rick. He shakes his head and scowls, he didn’t know either. Rick joins her, watching out the window as the horror unfolds before their eyes. A small, petite nurse jogs up to the car and he greets her with a hug and a kiss. He hands off something small, she can’t quite see it, but she can deduce by the way the woman wagged them at him and the way he smiled exactly what they were. Shane looks around to see if anyone saw them before he heads back inside.

“Rick, I don’t want him in here.” She whispers, tears falling down her face.

“I don’t blame you.” He assures, patting her shoulder she sits down. Rick heads out the door to meet Shane before he can get in the door. “You’re a liar too?” He growls as he pushes Shane back down the hallway.

“What?” He asks, his body getting chills.

“Go outside.” Rick orders, jabbing a finger at the door. Shane tries to go back to Kennedie’s room but Rick just grabs his collar and drags him out.

“Rick, what’s goin’ on?” He stammers.

“Tell me you didn’t respond right away because you were eating your lunch.” He seethes.

“I told you, when I was eating the keys fell between the seat.”

“It had nothing to do with little miss muffet and her little lace panties?” He asks, pointing to the cruiser. Shane’s eyes blast wide, nothing but whites as he takes a step back.

“Rick, I can explain-”

“Well you better, because you’ve got Kennedie up there so mad she’s crying.” He jabs a finger up to the window with the half-open curtain.

“Shit!” He shouts, slamming his fist into the hood. “Rick! I messed up once!” He cries, fists quaking at his sides. He paces back and forth in front of the cruiser until it’s black outside.

“Shane, go home.” Rick calls as he walks down the lot to their car.

“I can’t, Rick.” He huffs, sitting on the hood.

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Rick shoots into the night.

“I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see her. When I got there, she was laying in a pool of her own blood, Rick. I’ve seen dead bodies and I’ve seen a lot of blood, but that made me sick. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t help her. I--I fucked up.” He cries, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, you fucked up, Shane. Unfortunately, I can’t fix this fuck up. She hates you.” He breathes a shaky breath out watching Rick leave. As the lights leave the street, Shane heads inside and slips into her room just to see her, to make her real.

“Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. The only thing that lives in Shane Walsh’s mind. Even when someone is breaking into his best friend’s house, pussy. That must be the way to live, huh? Why don’t you worship me like that? Huh? The way you worship the pussy? I wasn’t even worth a ‘sorry I gotta go’.” She throws her stress ball at him, hitting him upside the head.

“Kennie, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, comes out smooth to me. Didn’t come out at all to nurse Panties.” She hisses, rolling away from him.

“So we’re back to this? The insults and anger?” He asks. She jerks into a sitting position and looks at him with a wild look in her eyes.

“Yes Walsh! We’re back to square one because I trusted you! And you were too busy getting laid in a hospital parking lot to respond to a burglary at Rick’s! So yes! We’re back to the beginning! I trusted you because you said you really weren’t that bad and here we are in a hospital because you couldn’t keep that precious Shane cock to yourself. You gotta share that shit with everybody!” She screams, Shane just stands there and takes it. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to leave.

“Listen, I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear another fake apology come from those stupid lips! Get out Walsh!” She cries, tears pouring down her face.

“Kennedie please don’t make me go.” He whispers, his bottom lip quaking.

“I don’t want you here! Hell, maybe I’ll get lucky and you and nurse panties’ll be fucking on the empty bed there! Wouldn’t that be a goddamn sight!” She roars, kicking her feet.

“Kennedie, I-”

“Quit saying sorry, Walsh. Get out.”

“Please don’t make me-”

“Like you made me trust you and fall in love with you to find out you’re still the same womanizing dickbag you’ve always been? No. You made me. So get out. I swear to god I’ll call security.” She threatens, grabbing her call button.

“Fall in love with me?” He asks, breath hitching in his throat again, that familiar burning sensation in his throat.

“Does it matter now?” She asks, rising to her feet and walking passed him to open the door. “Leave please.” He faces her and sits in the chair.

“I can’t leave.”

“You can and you will.” She grabs her phone and calls Rick. “Please just make him leave. I-I need him gone. I don’t want to call security and make a scene, but dammit he won’t leave. She sits on the edge of her bed crying, sobbing uncontrollably. How dare he make her fall in love with his stupid smile, and those stupid pools of dark chocolate, and that stupid fluffy hair. He stands in the corner by the door, unable to get any closer, but he just looms, watching her cry.

“Shane?” Rick coos, heading into the room. He finds the large man standing in the corner, a terrified look on his face. “C’mon buddy. We gotta go.” He grabs the other man’s elbow and pulls him towards the door. Digging in his heels, Rick hears a small whisper.

“Please don’t. When I leave, all I see her laying in that pool of blood, Rick. I can’t.” He cries, trying to go back.

“Shane, she doesn’t want you in there so you gotta go. You gotta leave.” He pulls Shane from the room. Her strangled sobs mangle his emotions and he steps into the hallway to breathe. Rick’s hand finds his shoulder. “Shane, it’s okay.”

“It’s all my fault. I went by at eight every day but today. Every other day. I checked four times a day just to be sure.” He begs, trying to make it make sense.

“Shane, they got the guys okay?”

“They did?”

“Yeah.”

“Rick. I’m in love with her, Rick. I’ve been in love this whole time. I was excited about cold pizza and movie night. I made breakfast. I took Carl to school. I was nice.” He stammers, listing off everything he did right.

“I know, Shane. But she’s mad at you right now, okay?” Rick tries to reason with this grown man the way he’d reason with his five year old son.

“Kennie?” Lori’s soft voice breaks through her sobbing. She looks up, swiping away the tears and sniffling. “Shane is pretty beat up over you.” She smiles gently, a hand on her best friend’s knee.

“I bet. So am I.” She cries, letting Lori hug her tightly.

“He fucked up, he knows that.” Lori tries to reason with her, but when she realizes what she’s trying to do, she sits up and frowns.

“No no. Don’t you dare try to stand up for him. He did this to himself. And unlike everyone this man child has ever met, I’m not giving into him that easy. He made his bed, let him lay in it a while.” She retorts, rolling her eyes.

“Listen, I know you’re mad at him. I get it, but Shane isn’t good when he’s mad like this. He starts to drink and make bad choices.”

“And who’s fault is that? Mine? I should just cast aside my anger because Shane might get drunk and pass out? He’s a grown man, Lori! He’s not your child!” She shouts, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I know that. I’m just asking you to --”

“To forgive him for getting pussy instead of answering a call to your house, where your son was, and where I was shot. I’m sorry Lori, I don’t know what kind of hold the Shane dick has on you too, but I’m forgiving him yet.” Lori’s hand smacks across Kennedie’s face before she can stop herself.

“I would never-”

“Oh shut it! I’ve seen the way you look at him sometimes, like he’s a fresh piece of steak. I see it. You two probably had some fling before you and Rick got married and now the Shane dick has the almighty power over you.” Kennedie rolls her eyes as Lori stands and stomps out. Kennedie just laughs. Lori would ruin twenty years of friendship over her husband’s best friend’s dick.

“Rick. Let’s go. Shane, get up and leave. You’re being a child.” She hisses, grabbing Rick’s arm and storming for the door.

“What happened?” He asks, looking to Lori with confused eyes.

“I slept with Shane ten years ago, before you ever thought about dating me. Okay? Please don’t be mad. Anyway, I was trying to talk to Kennie about forgiving him but she won’t.” She huffs, getting it all out in one breath.

“Because Shane was fucking a woman in the backseat of the cruiser when he should’ve been responding to a burglary at your house where your son was. Your best friend was shot. And you think she should just forgive him? He fucked up, Lori. He messed up. I know you like to see the best in everyone, but Shane really needs to reevaluate, hunny.” He offers, explaining to her. “And I’m not mad, it was ten years ago.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She heads back into the room and looks to see Kennedie getting up and dressed. “I’m sorry.” Lori calls from the door.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean what I said to you, but I’m not forgiving Walsh. So if that’s what you’re here for, I don’t have anything to say.” She pulls on her jeans and Walsh’s tee shirt that she’d stolen at a party long ago.

“I know. You don’t have to forgive him, but please forgive me.” She asks, sitting next to her and hugging her.

“I could never stay mad at you.” Kennedie chuckles, hugging back. “The doc let me go, so. I guess I’m outta here.” She pats her knees as she rises and heads out the door.

“Let me drive you home.” Shane begs, grabbing at her hand.

“Let you drive me anywhere? No. Fuck you. I actually never wanna see you again. So.” She shoves him away and walks out the door.

“You can ride home with us. Your car is still in the driveway.” Lori calls as Shane gets into the cruiser. He follows them to Rick’s. Rick gets out and gives Shane a confused look.

“Walsh, go home.” She bites, throwing a fist at him. “Oh my god, Lori. I gotta clean the blood off the floor.” She calls, jogging inside.

“No no, we had cleaners come in hunny.” Lori chuckles, hugging her tight before they go in the house. It was spotless, like nothing happened.

“Wow.” She whispers, taking in the memories of the weekend.

“Tell me something though. Were you and Walsh really hanging out and like, not hating each other?” Rick asks as she grabs her bag.

“Yeah, kinda. He was almost nice.”

“Aunt Kennie says uncle Shane is a woman fighter.” Carl states from the edge of the hallway. Walking tiredly to Lori, he gets up on the counter. “Uncle Shane came and made breakfast one morning. He even spanked aunt Kennie, but she spanked him back. Then they both had white on their butts.” Carl gives a sleepy little smile. “Uncle Shane came back for pizza and they laid on the couch like you do with daddy.” He points to Rick and she feels her cheeks flame.

“I thought you were sleeping you little stinker.” She laughs, tickling him as he erupts into giggles.

“Did you know all my other friends have aunts and uncles who are married. How come you and uncle Shane aren’t married?” He asks, yawning and curling against Lori. She looks ove her son expectantly with a smirk.

“It just wasn’t meant to be little dude.” She smiles sadly, patting his shoulder.

A month goes by without so much as a sound from Walsh. As she’s walking to his apartment, she hears a thump and opens the door to find Shane laying on the floor.

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in.” He gives a drunken whisper as he tries to stand up.

“Yeah, lookie there.” She coos, smiling sadly at him.

“You-look--” He covers his mouth a moment before he sucks in a breath and vomits on the hardwood floor.

“Not as good as you.” She laughs, pulling him up off the floor and getting him into a shower. Tugging off his black tee shirt and his jeans, taking a deep breath before pushing him under the water. “C’mon Walsh, stand up.” She coos, trying to help him. Finishing his shower, she gets him walked to his bed and laid down, tugging off his sopping wet underwear and putting on basketball shorts. He’s snoring soundly when she steps out of the room. Her eyes land on the pizza boxes and beer cans like a frat party had been tossed there in his living room.

“Christ, Walsh.” She whispers, folding up all the boxes and stuffing them into a bag, shoving all the bottles and cans into another. Tidying up the couch, she even vacuums the floor for him. Hearing a groan, she looks up to see Shane standing in the doorway, staring at her with the most bewildered expression.

“Ken?” He asks taking a step into the living room to find it clean. “Kennedie, what are you doing here?” He asks, stepping a little closer.

“You called me and told me you had the perfect idea for Carl’s birthday. And when I got here, you were on the floor drunk. I showered you, not fun.” She snorts, scrubbing the couple of dishes in the sink.

“Did you put these shorts on me?” He asks, raising a brow.

“Yes.” She nods, heading for the door. She turns on one foot daintily and gives him a smirk. Eyes dropping to his crotch and back up, “and I really don’t understand the hype. It’s not that big.” He just laughs, leaning against the hallway wall.

“Bah, you’ll sing a different tune someday.” He crows, wagging a finger at her.

“Shut up, Walsh.” She chuckles, grabbing the handle and heading outside.

“Hey, slow up a minute.” He coos, heading towards her. Cornering her against the door, he leans in, his breath warm against her face.

“Walsh, what are you doing?” She asks, looking up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushing red.

“Ssh ssh ssh.” He hushes, putting a thick finger against her lips. Instinctively her tongue swipes against her lips and his finger.

“Shane.” She whispers, careful where she put her hands. Planting them on his chest was the wrong move. He leans his weight against her now, her hands pressed into his chest.

“Sweet girl, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you.” He whispers, getting so close to her lips his ghost across hers.

“Walsh, I need you to take a step back.” She whispers, pushing him gently away.

“Why? Can’t you see that I’m in love with you?” He asks, looking to her with glossy, dark brown orbs.

“Because you are still drunk and tomorrow you’ll have that cock slamming into some other whore, so I’m sorry Walsh, but your drunk ass is not kissing me.” She steps out and shuts the door. Leaning against the cool wood door to breathe, she hears a thump behind her.

“I love you sober.” He whispers, sending chills down her back.

Carl’s birthday party was at one, and she was there at eleven with the cake. When she got there, Shane’s Jeep was parked in her spot. Typical Walsh.

“Walsh! Your Jeep is in my spot!” She shouts, seeing Shane’s curly top poke above the sofa. He jumps to his feet and her breath hitches in her throat. His sheer size and chest width made her heart patter, but the button up half buttoned and the denim clad thighs. The silver necklace around his neck placed perfectly against his chest.

“What’s the matter?” Shane asks, looking at her and winking.

“N-nothing. Walsh, can you help me?” She points over her shoulder toward the door. His smirk is sexy and sweet, her eyes drinking him in as he saunters out the door. “The uh, the cake-here.” She slips between him and the door of her honda pulls it out. Carefully handing it off to him as her arms start to shake.

“This all you needed?” He asks, eyes drifting to her as he tries to hide a smile. His eyes drink her in; that yellow floral sundress riding high on her thighs, the sandals on her feet, her curls falling over her shoulder.

“Yeah, of course it is. Thank you. At least you’re good for something.” She chides.

“Better be careful, lady! I’ll drop this cake!” He threatens, calculating a wobble in his step.

“Walsh, if you drop that I promise you I will drop you.” She giggles, pulling open the door.

“Ooh, do it baby. I wanna see you try.” He chuckles, daring her to do it. Sitting the cake on the counter, she heads out to her car to get Carl’s gift. Shane follows her out this time, his hand slips down and grabs her ass, gripping tight.

“Shane!” She jumps, holding her breath.

“What baby? You don’t like that? Sh, I know you do. I love you. And I meant that shit. I can’t explain to you how it felt to kneel in your blood and hold you, not knowing what to do.” He whispers, shivering at the trauma.

“Shane Walsh. Stop it.” He leans her into her car and presses his lips firmly, sweetly, promisingly against hers.

“Just say it. You were right.”

“Aw thank you Walsh, I knew I was right.” He pushes her into Rick and Lori’s garage, pulling the door shut behind them. He drives her against the wall, lips soft and sensual against hers as he holds her against him.

“I saw how you were looking at me earlier. You wanted me.” He huffs into her ear as he lets her hands drift across the bare part of his chest.

“Yeah. No shit. I think you're hot.” She stammers, yanking at Shane’s shirt.

“That’s a first.” He coos, wriggling his knee between her legs. “I think you’re hot. Sometimes when I bang other women, I think of you.” She’s taken aback for a moment before she just laughs.

“Shane, shut up.” She grinds through her teeth as she hooks her arms around his neck and tugs his lips to her neck. His lips go to work and her hands massage his bare shoulders. Shane gets them into a spot between the shelves and totes where they couldn’t be seen and he lets her scoop up her skirt and he grabs her panties. When he pulls them down he chuckles, the same black panties he’d teased her about.

“Goddamn you are beautiful.” He hushes as he leaves open-mouthed kisses across her exposed collarbone and up her neck. He stops on her lips, pressing a hot, delicious kiss there.

“Shane. Will you please do your job and fuck me?” She nips through shivers as he takes his time. Her fingers fumble with the belt and she undoes his jeans in record time. Sliding into her, he takes his time to get comfortable firsrt, before his thrusts are fast and hard, a hand covering her mouth because currently there were about twelve little kids inside screaming. “Shane. Shane please.” She whines softly, gripping his hair as he drives up into her, legs quaking as she reaches her orgasm, she grips his ebony locks so tight his scalp starts to tingle, but he likes it. Ramming into her as she clenches and spasms around him, making his heart slam hard into his chest before he sinks into her once more, spilling his hot seed in her. Slipping out with a soft groan, he tucks himself away and tugs . his shirt back on, buttoning it up like before. Half open shirt, necklace hanging around his neck and his heart still pounding, he looks to her to find her still leaned against the wall, eyes closed and breathing heavily. Leaning forward, he grabs her waist and pulls her against him. Gingerly pulling up her panties, he pulls a dark blue hankerchief from his pocket and wipes his seed from the inside of her legs before pulling her panties on the rest of the way. Her arms around his neck, he stuffs the kerchief back in his pocket and starts to hum, swaying with her.

“I do love you.” He coos in her ear, his wide hands splaying to cover almost her whole lower back.

“I love you too, Walsh.” She giggles, softly sighing as she sifts her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Will you quit calling me Walsh? At some point, when we’re married, people will think it’s weird if you’re still calling me Walsh, and not Shane. Or hunny. Hunny works, or baby. But not Walsh.”

“Hey Shane? Get used to it. It’s hard to even call you Shane. I just wanna throw insults at you but it seems wrong now, cause like Walsh dick really is that good.” She laughs, letting him kiss her face; her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and her favorite, he places the gentlest kiss on her forehead and adjusts her dress before he checks his watch.

“It’s twelve-fifteen, baby.” He whispers, sending chills down her back.

“Goddamn it, Walsh. You truly gotta ruin everything.” She whines heading back into the the house through the back door that leads into the kitchen. Lori’s eyes meet hers with a knowing grin as she hands Kennedie some plates and a basket of silverware. Screeching kids come flying into the kitchen in party hats and swimming trunks all kinds of different colors.

“Carl! Not the kitchen!” Lori yells as she grabs a bowl of pasta salad.

“Sorry mom!” He shouts, racing into the living room. Shane’s hand grips her ass as she walks passed the grill with her hands full and she gasps, eyes burning into him as he grins and he and Rick laugh.

“Those two are trouble.” She huffs to Lori as she sees her best friend chuckle with the men. “You too?” She asks incredilously, staring at Lori as though she’d been betrayed.

“Hey Lori! I’m just dropping off Gavin!” A sweet, high pitched voice calls. As she looks to see who it is, Shane stiffens and holds his breath. “Hi Shane.” She coos, giving him a sultry wave. He nods back and wraps his arms around her waist.

“Let it go. I love you.” He whispers into her ear as he holds tight to her, his lips pressing into her neck.

“Shut it, Walsh.” She nips, slipping from his grip and stepping into the house to breathe. He follows closely behind, stepping in with her and leaning her against the door.

“I love you, don’t you get that?” He coos, thumb smoothing her cheek.

“I just--it feels surreal, Shane.” She whispers, letting him pull her against his chest.

“Listen to me, baby. I love you. The minute you shot back at me with insults I was done for. It was infuriating, it was beautiful. And you packed me lunch like some kind of domestic, sweet little house wife, and don’t take offense to that, but I loved it. Every minute. I was the proudest man in King County to go to work with your pink lunch box in the passenger seat of the cruiser. I wanna marry you. I wanna marry you and--and--get old with you. I love you, you fiesty lil thing.” Tears fall down her face as she grips his face and kisses his lips warmly and happily.

“I love you, Shane. I love you so much.” She coos, hugging his neck.

[clonecaptains]

TELL ME ALL YOUR SHANE FEELS, BECAUSE I ALWAYS HAVE SHANE FEELS~!

ALL OF THEM?? how long do you have ;) man i can’t even narrow it down like i’m just full of emotions!! my jam is pre apocalypse like deputy walsh yeahh that’s what i’m here for ok!! i really wish we had gotten so much more of him as a cop. like why did he want to be a cop like did he ever want to be a detective? what was he best at when he was a cop i need TO KNOW

[thewalkingdeadfanfiction]

Not Planned

Request: Shane walsh imagine pre apocalypse where reader is pregnant and gives birth to their child but shane doesnt know because they had a one night stand. But during the apocalypse they meet again and its really fluffy

Here you go anon :)

“This is not how this was planned.”, you hiss in pain as another wave of contraction hits you and you feel like this baby is ripping your from the inside. And you are right, this is not how you planned your life to go when you met this attractive cop in a bar and hooked up with him.

But Shane Walsh was not the guy for a relationship and neither were you back then so it occurs that getting pregnant with his child was not something you have planned.

And now here we are, ten month and already fourteen hours in labor later. He doesn't know. You never saw him again and when you found out you were already three month pregnant.

“I know honey, but you have to be strong. This baby is about to be born know.”, your midwife looks up to you and you nod before you reach for your best friends hand and hold on to it while you push this baby out.

Three hours later you lay in a hospital bed and look down on your beautiful baby boy. “I did that.”, you smile exhausted and rest your head against the backrest while your son happily feeds from your breasts.

“What will you name him?”, your best friend looks over to you and you shrug your shoulders before opening one eye again. “Was thinking about Nathan.”, you whisper before you hand your son over and finally get some sleep.

“Mommy..”, Nathan looks up to you and you gently press a hand on his mouth while you hide behind a tree so that the walker can pass by. Nathan struggles under your grip but you have to hold him that tight or otherwise you both will be walker food.

When the walkers finally passed by and won't be able to notice you, you finally let go of Nathan who is crying in fear. But who can blame him? He is only two years old and the world is nothing like it was a few month ago.

“Come here buddy.”, you reach your arms out and he happily crawls into them so that you can pick him up and place him on your hips. “Mommy, I'm hungry.”, he sobs and you nod in desperation because you are too.

Suddenly you can hear the wood cracking behind you and turn around immediately, your knife in your hand to attack whatever found it's way to you. “Hey, I'm here to help. Lower your weapons.”, a voice calls out for you and you hesitate a second before lowering your knife.

“Okay.”, you say and the wood starts cracking again before one man shows up and you almost drop Nathan because of the person who is standing across from you. “Y/N?”, Shane blinks a few times before he walks over to you, laughing a little bit in disbelief. “I can't believe this...how long..”, he starts before he sees Nathan and immediately stops walking over to you. “I didn't know..you had a son..”, he says and you place Nathan on the ground again, grabbing his hand.

“I haven't had a son when we met. He was born ten month later.”, you whisper and Shane seems to process what you just said before he shoves his hand through his hair and shakes his head. “Is he? I mean...why didn't you say anything? I would have been there.”, he sighs and you quickly wipe away a tear before shrugging your shoulders. “It was a one time thing. When I found out you were long gone.”

The two of you stand in the middle of the woods for almost ten minutes before Shane seems to wrap his head around the news and walks closer to you. “Hey buddy, what's your name?”, he kneels down to Nathan and he immediately starts to brighten up before proudly introducing himself.

“I am Nathan. Do you know my Mommy?” “Hey Nathan, I am Shane. And yeah, your Mom and I met a while ago.”, he smiles and you kneel down too, pointing at Shane. “Baby, remember when you asked me about your daddy and I told you he was a cop who had to fight the bad guys? Well, this is your daddy right here.”

Shane looks over to you, surprised but thankful before he pulls Nathan up and places him on his shoulders. “Are you gonna help me point the way, little man?”, he smiles and Nathan happily agrees. A smile comes to your face as you watch your son with his father and so you reach out for Shane's hand and cross your fingers with his.

He looks over to you and gives your hand a gentle push before he walks you out of the woods and to his group where the two of you are happily welcomed and Nathan gets something to eat while you and Shane have a talk.

“It doesn't matter what happened back then. What matters is that you guys are here and I want to be the guy for that, okay?”, he says and you nod before he wipes some hair out of your face. “You think we can give this family thing a try?”, he carefully asks and your head shoots up before you shrug your shoulders and smile a little. “I think so, yeah..”

[ao3-rickylmerthurj2]

Prison Date by <a rel="author" href="/users/CrazyPsychopathicRabbit/pseuds/CrazyPsychopathicRabbit">CrazyPsychopathicRabbit</a>

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by CrazyPsychopathicRabbit

Daryl and Rick’s first meeting. It probably could have been something more romantic than the prison toilet. Daryl is blaming Merle and Rick? Rick doesn’t know what he should first do.

Words: , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Mommy Daryl

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh, Mentions of Lori - Character

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Pre-Apocalypse, Pre-Slash, Slash, Slash themes, lots of swearing, Merle Dixon's Mouth, Horrible First Impressions, Rick is a Pervert, Prison Toilet, toilet date, Out of Character, Character Development, Shane is a bad Bro, Lori is a good Bro

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[ao3feed-darylxcarol]

Too many Kings for one Kingdom

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by GeniusTacos

For everyone in King County it was just a boring old town in the middle of Georgia. Nothing really happened except for the occasional teenagers driving under the influence down neighborhoods. After a panicked call from a normally calm and asshole time bartender, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, and Dr. Carson find themselves in an extreme pickle. Strings of murders have been happening all across the United States but they all seem to involve the same company know only as Vapex. The truth is revealed after the dead are shown to walk once more.

After wars and battles with larger groups, Rick's family is done. They want to settle down on a lone beach and pretend the world was not as shitting as it already was. They were constantly fighting for their lives as Walkers evolved to their environment and food was hard to come by. When the group meets up with a group of down-to-earth assholes, whose only objective is to absolutely make the survivors life shit. Also where in the hell are all these foreign Walkers and men coming from? They can't walk on water, can they?

Words: 3203, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Greene, Carl Grimes, Judith Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Carol Peletier, Beth Greene, Tyreese Williams, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Abraham Ford, Eugene Porter, Rosita Espinosa, Gabriel Stokes, Merle Dixon, Bob Stookey, Hershel Greene, Sherry | Honey (Walking Dead), Dwight (Walking Dead), Simon (Walking Dead: Saviors), Negan (Walking Dead), Background & Cameo Characters, Minor Characters, Shane Walsh

Relationships: Rick Grimes/Michonne, Lori Grimes/Rick Grimes, Maggie Greene/Glenn Rhee, Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier

Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Major character death - Freeform, Pre-Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Walkers (Walking Dead), Walkers are evolving, What happened to the rest of the world, negan is still an asshole, Death, Different Storyline, How I feel the walking dead should have gone

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