#the walking dead shane

[liliesdiary]

Shane x Greene Farmer Girl

"You're such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Go back to your daddy's farm and don't tell him about our little secret in his barn."

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐈𝐧-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝

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

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

Word Count ➳ 1.4k

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

DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI 18+

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

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

“You’re with him!”

“Jus’ get yer damn ass over ‘ere!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Walsh.”

“Walsh, I don’t have it.”

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

“(Y/n) Dixon-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Officer-”

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

“Nope.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“Officer-”

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

“Then arrest me-”

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

“The hell I am-!”

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

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

“You’re disgustin’.”

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

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

“Don’t tempt me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anythin’ happen? Ya alright?”

“Yeah, let me off with a warnin’.”

“Seriously-?”

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

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission

[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

shane walsh x farmer’s daughter!reader

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

[differentlovelover]

Shane’s girl 🤎

[vilentia]

Edge of Sanity

Shane Walsh x reader

Summary: As the world crumbled, Shane Walsh, once strong, now teetered on the edge.

Author's Note: He never had an affair with Lori in this little story.

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The sun dipped low over Hershel's farm, casting long shadows across the serene landscape. Shane couldn't help but feel a growing unease as he watched the horizon. He had been feeling it for weeks now, the pressure of their world closing in on him, driving him to the brink.

You, his wife, noticed the change in him more than anyone else. The once-steadfast, tough-as-nails Shane was slipping away before your eyes. He had become more erratic, more paranoid, and it was tearing him apart.

One evening, as you sat together on the porch, Shane's eyes darted to the darkening woods. He whispered, almost to himself, "They're out there, y'know," his fingers clutching the grip of his gun.

"Shane, we're safe here," you reassured him, reaching out to touch his trembling hand. "Hershel's farm is secure. We're together, and that's what matters."

But Shane couldn't shake the fear that gnawed at him day and night. He patrolled the perimeter of the farm obsessively, his once-calm demeanor now replaced with a hair-trigger temper. He snapped at the others in the group, often escalating minor disputes into shouting matches. His comrades were growing wary of him, but you remained steadfast.

One evening, tensions reached a boiling point. Rick, the group's de facto leader, confronted Shane about his increasingly erratic behavior. Their argument was explosive, echoing through the quiet farmstead. Shane accused Rick of weakness, of putting everyone at risk by clinging to a sense of morality that had no place in this new world. The confrontation turned physical, fists flying as their friendship shattered.

You couldn't stand to watch the two men you loved tearing each other apart. You stepped between them, pleading for them to stop. It was then that Shane's madness was laid bare for all to see. His eyes, once filled with determination, were now clouded by a dangerous intensity. He was losing himself, and it was tearing your world apart.

One night, you took his hand and led him away from the group, away from prying eyes. Under the moonlight, you looked into his troubled eyes and said, "Shane, you're scaring me. This isn't you. We've been through so much, and I can't bear to see you like this."

Tears welled in his eyes as he finally let his guard down. "I'm scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "Scared of losing you in this mess, in this world. I can't lose you, baby. You're the only thing that's keeping me sane."

You held him close, feeling the weight of his fears and insecurities. "I'm right here, Shane. I'm not going anywhere. We'll face this world together, just like we always have."

With those words, a flicker of hope returned to Shane's eyes. He leaned in and kissed you, a desperate, passionate kiss that spoke of all the love and longing he had been keeping bottled up. In that moment, you both found solace in each other's arms, holding onto the fragile thread of humanity that bound you together.

As the stars shimmered above, Shane whispered, "I love you. Don't ever forget that."

With your arms wrapped around him, you replied, "I love you too, Shane. We'll get through this. Together."

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-One

Rick, Daryl, and I went deeper into the woods, following the direction Sophia had gone off in. “How do you know where to go? I don't see anything,” Rick said after a few minutes of walking. How is he a cop and not know the basics of tracking. “You want a tracking lesson or do you want to find that little girl?” Daryl said in annoyance. “The tracks are there; they're just really faint. Did they not teach how to track suspects?” I asked.

“Wasn't a very big town. We mostly had traffic violations and dealt with drunks. The most exciting thing that happened was a few months before the world went to shit. There was a robbery in the town, and they headed our way. Shane and I, along with two other of our officers, blocked the road. There was a shootout, and I got hit twice. One caught in my vest, and the other landed me in a coma.”

“You done chit chatting?” Daryl asked even more annoyed. We kept walking until the sun started to disappear more, letting night take over. We had come along a walker, which we killed, and then Daryl and Rick cut it open just to make sure Sophia hadn't been attacked. Luckily and fortunately, the only thing inside its stomach was a woodchuck. “We should head back. It won't do us any good looking in the dark,” I said. They both agreed, and we made our way back to the highway.

“You didn't find her? You didn't find anything?” Carol cried. “It won't do us any good running around in the dark,” I told her gently. “Is that blood?” Andrea asked, looking at Rick's shit.” “We came across A walker,” Rick said. Carol started to panic until Rick said, “There was no sign of it being anywhere near Sophia.” Everyone looked at him in a questioning manner not sure how he would know that. “How could you possibly know that?” Andrea asked. “Cut the son of bitch open,” Daryl said. That seemed to help Carol a little bit but not much. She looked at Rick and started to blame him for her daughter missing. “How could you just leave her? She’s just a little girl. She’s just a little girl. You can’t just leave her out there” It wasn’t hard to see that Rick was blaming himself for what happened but he had no other choice. He told Carol he was sorry and walked past her and everyone else and started to walk down the highway.

Carol turned towards me as I stepped over the guardrail. “You're a detective, can't you f8nd my little girl? That's your job!” She cried, grabbing onto my arm. I gently took her hand and pulled it off, holding it between both of mine. “I was a homicide detective, Carol. I felt with murderers and serial killers not missing persons. But we will find your daughter. We just need to wait for morning when the sun comes up. We can organize a lot better so no one is running around in the woods at night. We don't need more people getting lost,” I told her gently. “You can't just leave her out there! She's just a little girl!” She cried more and I walked away. I couldn't even begin to imagine how she was feeling right now.

The next day we got up early; just as the sun was coming up and made sure everyone had water and a weapon. Shane and Rick went over the rules and plan of what was going to happen. Everyone would be going besides Dale and T-Dog. Daryl and Rock led the way, Glenn and I stayed in the middle, and Shane brought up the back. It was the safest way. The five of us knew how to fight and deal with the walkers better than the rest of them. Carl was also with us. I don't know why Lori and Rick agreed to let him come along because it was definitely not a good idea, but I have no place to say anything.

After walking a few miles in we came along a tent in the middle of the woods. Rick, Shane, and Daryl checked it out. Daryl went inside but before he did that Rick had Carol quietly call out for Sophia in case she was in there. After a few times of her calling for Sophia and telling her it was okay and there was no response, Daryl went inside. When he came back out he explained that there was some dead guy in there. “What'd Jenner call it? Opted out,” he said. We were talking about our next options when a church bell rang in the distance.

Without even thinking or listening to anyone Rick ran towards the sound leaving no choice but for the rest of us to run after him. Eventually we came to a break in the trees, coming out into a cemetery with a church sitting in the distance. Except this couldn't be the right place, this church had no steeple, no bells to be rung. But the bells rang again and we were rushing to the church. Unfortunately the only thing we found inside were a few walkers. The bells were set on a timer, which Glenn disconnected. Carol and Lori went back inside to sit, giving everyone a small break until we could figure out what to do next.

After twenty minutes we gathered in a group to talk about our next options. Rick and Shane decided they would keep looking for a little while and catch up to us. Daryl and I would lead everyone back to the highway. Of course Carl Went with Rick which again I didn't think was a great idea. The three of them went off in a different direction and the rest went back to the highway.

On the way back we took a small break, Carol started to blame Rick for what happened and Lori tried to calmly tell her it wasn't his fault and he did what he had to do. There was a lot of apologizing and saying Sophia would be found before moving on. Andrea bitched about how far we had to go while getting separated from the group. We didn't take notice until we heard her screaming. Before any of us could get to her a woman on a horse came riding in and hitting the walker with a bat. “Lori…Lori Grimes?” She asked. Lori stepped forward and the woman told her she needed to go with her. “Rick sent me. Carl's been shot. He's alive but you need to come with me now!” Without questioning it Lori got on the horse and took off with the woman.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Shane Headcanons: Anything And EVERYTHING (The Walking Dead)

#Yandere #YandereShaneWalsh #YandereTheWalkingDead #YandereHeadcanons #Headcanons #TheWalkingDead #TheWalkingDeadShaneWalsh #ShaneWalsh #ShaneXReader #Reader #GenderNeutralReader 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another LATE Update and this one is a OLD request and yes it is Shane Walsh from the walking dead! I hope that you all enjoy this update!]

(Disclaimer: Shane Walsh is not yandere in canon (Well he might be with the way he was obsessed with Lori lol), this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and fictional yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.)

(Once again please enjoy this!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Shane Walsh-

.Shane oh damn is Shane a handful.

.He is a single-minded yandere that is for sure.

. The one thing he was thinking was to get you out safely, then make you his, and keep you.

.That was his first main thought.

.That is what he plans to do.

.You were his before you even knew it.

.He is the type of yandere that is hyper-focused on you his darling.

.So there is NO way you are going to get away from him. That is a fact!

.He is fearless, so he will be the one to face anyone and anything to keep you safe.

.Though he is also very cunning, making him a very deadly yandere.

.He knows just what to do, and is willing to do whatever it takes to be with you.

.Though it does even out somewhat with how rash and hotheaded he is.

.Taking risks to keep you as his, ones that may ruin everything.

.Also losing his temper and physically hurting anyone who dares hurt you.

.He is a very controversial yandere.

.He can also be unpredictable as a yandere.

.Making moves that can cost a lot, and also put others at risk.

.You never know what type of version of him you are going to get sometimes.

.Putting you on edge all the time, unaware of how much you really are in danger.

.He is also extremely possessive and very much the jealous type.

.If you had someone who also survived.

.Well there is only so much he can take of them being alive and with you.

.He will put a bullet into their head.

.He only wants you and friends and family do not matter to him.

.He is the yandere that it is you and him against the world and no one is going to take you from him.

.He will burn the world to the ground and keep you as his darling forever.

.He would deal with rivals by playing nice at first, but the first chance he can get, he is going to blast their brains all over the ground.

.He would confess to you, right when he starts manipulating you into loving.

.That is right he is also a bit manipulative as a yandere.

.Then he will make it seem like you are in the wrong if you say no.

.Making you feel like the bad guy.

.He will have you in the end.

.Even if he has to tie you up until you love him.

.He will also threaten the people you love to make you love him.

.He will do EVERYTHING to make you his, and I mean EVERYTHING!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got another walking dead one done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[goodguynickachievement]

If Shane learned to calm down, he would've survived into Season 10.

[ashterblaster]

Well I am officially dragging myself back into the world of the walking dead!!!

Looking for people to talk about it with and to potentially write/roleplay with. Feel free to DM me~

[swagatron9]

Something Like That

Pairings: Shane Walsh x reader

Warnings: bits of the scene where Shane and Otis were at the high school.

Summary: The reader helps Shane get back to the farm. (I hate this ngl)

I watched as the man was being backed up in the fence, his ankle causing problems for him as he staggered away. I let out a sigh before realising that maybe I should step in now.

I creeped out of my hiding spot as quietly as I possibly could and aimed my gun at the walkers approaching. The gunshots alerted every one of my existence as I killed the final few walkers on this side of the fence.

The man pushed up against the fence was relieved as he let his gun fall down. "Who are you?" He asked as he struggled to walk closer to where I was standing.

"You should be thanking me for helping you." I scoffed. "The world ends and people forget their manners." I muttered to myself.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, I really do. I have a car on the other side of this building if you could help me get there." I stared at the man for a while, considering what he had asked of me, before finally agreeing.

"Lucky I'm feeling generous today." I grabbed some of the bags he was holding, alleviating the weight on his ankle. I stayed a little behind the police officer as I swung at a few straggling walkers that rushed at us. "What even brought you here anyway? Those dead things have been here for weeks, you didn't see them when you came in or something?" I questioned the brave man.

"Got a little boy on the verge of death. Needed a respirator to help him." The silence was awkward as we carried along the path, by now there were no walkers leaving us to slow down a little bit.

"If you're tryna' make me feel bad, it's not working," I replied. It wasn't the first time I heard something like this.

The man stopped and turned around to face me, a glare on his face. "I'm serious. If I don't get this stuff back to him then he's dead."

"Well standing still won't get you nowhere." I shoved his shoulder as I continued walking on ahead. Now I had the risk of being injured myself as I had my back to the potential threat.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a man run from one of the buildings, catching up with the police officer behind me. "Man, I thought I lost you." The little reunion was cut short as the large group of walkers found us one again.

I kept a safe distance from the two behind me as I cleared the way for the two of them.

My running came to halt when I heard a crash. I looked over to see that both men had fallen to the ground. "Are you kidding me?" I sighed as I turned back around and ran over to aid the collapsed men.

"Look, we ain't gon' make it, okay? You gotta take these bags." The police officer said to the other man.

"I ain't leavin' ya' behind."

The man on the ground looked up at me as he started to take off the bags. "There's a blue truck out the front, I need you to follow the main road until you reach some farmhouses about five miles out. Look for the one that has Greene on the mailbox and give this Rick." I held onto the bags as I looked down at him.

"Are you serious-"

"Yes! Go, before it's too late." I nodded my head at his words before giving him my gun.

"There's a few rounds left in there, not enough to take out those freaks but enough to get you out if need be." I held on tightly to his stuff before running away from the area. "How do I end up in these situations," I asked myself as I looked around for the blue truck.

I could hear the gunshots coming from behind me as I silently wished that those men would make it out. I personally wasn't up for telling the family that they lost two of their men tonight.

The truck was unlocked but I never got a key for it causing me to do what I do best.

Hotwiring a car wasn't something I knew before the end of the world but rather something I was taught and I was thankful to be able to put these skills to use.

It took me longer than usual to get the wiring right due to my shaky hands but I let out a little cheer when I heard the engine run.

I manoeuvred my way through the other abandoned cars and made my way to the exit. Right as I was about to leave I glanced up at the rearview mirror and saw the police officer stumbling his way towards the car, the other guy no longer with him.

Reversing the car, I pulled up beside him and gave him enough time to get in before speeding off out of the high school. "You're still here?" He breathed out.

"Most cars need keys to work," I replied as I glanced over at him. "To slow was he?" I asked, questioning what had happened to the other guy.

"Something like that." I frowned at his response.

"Something like that? You kill him or something?" I repeated.

The look he gave me was one of shock and guilt. "Why would you-"

"I ain't one to judge if you did. You gotta do things in life to protect yourself and the ones you love sometimes, it's how this world is now." My thoughts drifted off to the many families I crossed paths with during my time on the run, each and every one of them was willing to risk themselves and others to protect their own and they wouldn't hesitate to do so. "How far are we now?" I asked hoping to change the subject.

Almost like he had given up, the officer sighed."It's the next farmhouse after this ones." I tapped my fingers nervously against the steering wheel, not sure what was going to happen once I got there. All this time I had completely forgotten that I could potentially be getting played and I was driving myself right into a trap.

I pulled in the Greene’s farmhouse and was greeted with everyone outside. I delayed my time getting out whereas the man rushed rushed to hand the bags over. “Cute little family you got here.” I spoke up once everyone went back inside leaving the two of us alone once again.

“We actually just met these guys. That guy back there, Otis he shot my best mates son, Carl. He sent us here to get help, only met this family today. I’m Shane.” The man I now knew as Shane explained.

“Didn’t peg you as the kind of person to kill people when you first met them.” I commented. This angered Shane as he grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me in close.

“You mention anything about what happened with Otis and you’ll be next.” Shame threatened.

I raised my eyebrow at his response, smirking. “You were a police officer before this, right?”

Shane nodded his head, a suspicious look on his face as he did so. “Your not as intimidating as I though you’d be. And besides these are your people not mine, they’ll believe you way before they will even consider my thoughts.”

I couldn’t help but look Shane up and down. His disheveled state brought out the roughness in him, making him look all the more attractive. “I should probably head out anyways.” I removed myself off the truck and gathered my things. I held out my hand towards Shane.

“Head out? You can’t take the truck with ya’. Ain’t yours to keep.” Shane looked down at my hand and shook his head.

“I’ll walk, but I’d like my gun back.” I said referring to the gun tucked in his belt.

“Don’t leave yet. You’ve done so much to help my boy and Shane. I’d like to atleast thank you before you take off.” A woman walked out followed by another man in uniform.

“I think I’ve stayed long enough, thank you though.” I smiled at the woman.

“Please, I insist. Besides I’m sure Carl would like to thank the woman that helped save him. Give it some thought.” The woman and the man rushed back inside when they heard some crying.

“Damn you people, using a kid to guilt trip me.” I looked over at Shane one more time. “You balding or something?” I pointed to the area where some hair was missing before inviting myself into the Greene’s house.

[liliesdiary]

"Not So Tough Now, Darlin?"

"Not So Tough Now, Darlin?" Shane Walsh x You

Warning: dubcon, Shane drunk fucking you, inspired by that one moment at the CDC except it's mostly consensual, brutal fuck, hair pulling, darling/darlin, fem!reader

Words: 650

Special mentions: @versatilehater @sinsandsweetness @dustbunniess

Daydreaming about Shane Walsh drunk-hate fucking you.

You and Shane never got along, he was always stubborn and a hot head, you saw his obsession with Lori and even called him out on several occasions. You and Shane have always butted heads, yelling at each other but neither of y'all could deny the sexual tension between you two. You always caught Shane staring at your ass in those short dresses and skirts you loved to wear. This time he wasn't letting it slide.

He continued his assault on your hole, tightening his grip on your bruised waist as you were bent over the counter. He was a drunken angry mess and abused your body as you trembled beneath him. Precum was slipping from his cock as he thrusted into you, making you a wet mess.

You moaned and whimpered, “Fuck, please slow down!”, you tried to protest but he covered your mouth and whispered in you ear, “You’re going to fucking take it look a good girl, you’ve been nothing but a brat to me, flaunting your ass with those tiny ass skirts you wear. You didn't think I’d snap one of these days and just bend over your ass and fuck you stupid, darlin?”

Your eyes widen and was filled with tears, your legs were shaking as he thrusted that big veiny cock of his, and fuck it was huge. You winced everytime he thrusted into your aching hole, moving your soaked panties to the side as you were still wearing them. You tried to protest again but his rageful drunken thrusts made you stumble and you couldn’t take it anymore. You fell to your knees and tried to crawl away but he grabbed you by your braids harshly and made you face him, his eyes were glossy and red, “Where are you goin, sweetheart? You ain't running away from me.” He then picked you up over his shoulders and sat down on a chair nearby.

He then bent you over on his chair and pressed his bulge against that tiny skirt of yours. You felt his bulge against his jeans, making you even more wet.

“Fuck,” He groans as he rips your soaked panties off, “You're so fucking wet sweetheart..”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. You were at his mercy, completely vulnerable and exposed in this moment.

Shane's hands shook as he pulled your skirt up, revealing your bare ass to him. He gripped your hips tightly, positioning himself between your legs. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a raw intensity that made your heart race even faster.

"You think I don't know how much you want this?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "How much you crave my cock inside you? You can deny it all you want darling, but I see the way you look at me. The way you flaunt yourself around, knowing exactly what effect it has on me."

You bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze as shame and desire battled within you. You knew Shane was right - there had always been an undeniable attraction between you two, despite your frequent clashes. And now, here you were, about to be taken by force by the very man you couldn't help but fantasize about.

Shane's thrusts became more violent as he pulled your braids, his hips slamming against yours in a brutal rhythm that left you gasping for air. His rough hands dug into your soft flesh, leaving bruises and marks on your arms and shoulders. You struggled to maintain balance as he continued to pound into you, his cock stretching you wider than ever before. He drunkenly fucked your pussy, groaning and getting rougher with you by the second as you stumble and tremble beneath him, "Always acting so tough huh? Not so tough now darlin, ain't that right?”

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Stolen Princess

Random story which was a dream I had about AU Shane from the walking dead. I can turn it into a fic if yall want. Let me know.

I stood by the wooden stage, my legs shaking from nerves. I shouldn't be here. I didn't belong here. I wouldn't ever get chosen for one of the step sisters let alone Cinderella. But I had to try. Call it an act of rebellion or stupidity but this was the only time I could sneak out of the house. He always took a nap around the same time every day. Maria helped me sneak out. 

She was the only one that was nice to me in that house. She knew this was all I’ve ever wanted to do. To be in a play. This one was even closer to my heart giving the fairy tale. I always felt like Cinderella. It didn’t help that my name was Ella. Though everyone called me Ellie.

I jump when someone touches my arm. Looking to the side I see the stage manager. The play was at the local community center.

“Your turn sweetie.” She says smiling at me, her dark eyes shining behind her glasses.

I smile and nod at her. Taking a breath I tug down my torn T-shirt. I hope they thought it was just a costume. But it was the best shirt I had.

Pushing down my fears I step out onto the stage. Walking towards the red X in the middle of the floor.

Turning to face the chairs the director sits there with a clipboard in hand.

“Ella? Your name is Ella? Really?” He asked, looking up at me.

“Umm, yes.” I nod my heart rate picking up.

“Alright, and who will you be reading for? Cinderella I assume?"

I nod. Having no intentions of reading for the lead but I wasn’t about to undermine him.

“Script is on the table. Use the props if you want.” He says pointing to the white plastic table. 

I walk over to it quickly grabbing the script. I left the cup and rag there not wanting to drop something.

“Whenever you're ready.”

I take a deep breath ready to start but I stop when the sound of a door opens. Lifting my head I look towards the door, my heart dropping into my stomach when I see a man with salt and pepper hair.

His round face and mustache are very familiar. Him coming to the house enough to be recognized. I knew he would recognize me and would tell Antonio he saw me here. Out of the house. Somewhere I wasn’t allowed to be.

I didn’t say anything not wanting to draw attention to myself. I drop the script, duck my head and run towards the side stage.

Ignoring anyone I pass, I keep my pace up until I'm out of the building.

Running behind the building I slip under the broken chain link fence and head towards the neighborhood.

My house was only a few streets over. If I hurried I could be back home way before anyone knew I was gone.

I ran until I couldn’t see the community center anymore. Slowly down to a walk, I keep my head down scared someone else would recognize me.

Turning a corner I sigh seeing my house. It was a two story brick house that looked just like every other house on my street.

Crossing the street I hear a screen door slam making me look towards the noise. I got nervous for the third time today. Two men leave their house.

One tall, bald head, tattoos. Had the whole biker thing down. The other was older, and looked like he was on a mission. Judging by the large gun in the bald ones hands they were.

I had seen them before. Antonio got into an augment with them just days ago out in the front yard. 

I quicken my pace praying I get to the house before they do. I practically run up the steps. Slipping through the front door just as they get to the bottom of the steps. I shut the front door and lock it, them talking to each other about what to do.

“What were you doing outside?” Diego asks, making me turn around to face him.

He was tall and skinny. His dark skin and light eyes had girls flocking to him. The fact he had a low body fat made me walk around in a tank top like he was bad. 

He was only a few years older than me but he was a part of Antonio’s group so he thought he could treat me like crap.

“Those men from the other day are outside.” I say ignoring his question I didn’t have an answer to it. Hopefully what I said would distract him. Which it did.

He quickly joins me at the door looking through the glass.

“What are they doing here?”

“I don’t know. They just showed up.” I say looking at him then back out the door.

I watch them turn to walk around the side of the house.

“They are going to the basement door.” I say looking at Diego

“I got to tell Antonio.” He says rushing up the stairs, him zooming past Maria.

“What’s going on?” She asks, looking at me, her hazel eyes meeting mine. She was beautiful, her latino heritage making her have the perfect skin tone and complexion. Her body was something my curvy self wished for. 

“Those guys from the other day-” I'm cut off by the sound of a door behind slammed open.

“They are in the house.” I say run over to lock the door that leads to the basement.

“You gotta help me hide.” I say spinning to face her.

“Hide? Antonio-.”

“Will protect you. I'm fair game if I don’t find somewhere to hide.”

“If I hide you Antonio will be the one you should be scared of. If he can’t find you.”

“He will. You can take me upstairs. I won't move from where you leave me. I will stay right there until you come back.” I say grabbing her hands fear rushing through me. I had no one to protect me. To help me. 

“Ellie-.” She was cut off by Diego coming back down stairs. Him carrying a rifle and a pistol which he throws on the couch.

“Where are they down stairs?”

“Yeah.” Maria says.

I jump when he lets a shot off the bullet going through the thin floor. He fires off a few more the sound making my ears ring. I scream when the warm splatter of blood hits my face. Diego dropped to the floor. A pool of blood running from his head.

“I’m going to be sick.” Maria says, covering her mouth shaking.

She blots up the stairs either to go puke or try to wake Antonio up. He must be pretty high right now not to hear or care about all the gunshots going off. 

Hearing the side door rattle I look up. It is directly under the stairs. It sticks horrible so no one ever uses it. But that wouldn't stop the men that just killed one of us.

I rush towards the couch grabbing the pistol. Aiming at the door with shaky hands I pull the trigger just as the door opens.

My heart stops when the gun jams but also when I see who is standing there. Shane. Antonio’s right hand man and he looks pissed.

I quickly tossed the gun back on the couch hoping he didn’t even see that I had it. 

Maria runs down the stairs and straight to Shane. Her burying her head in his chest. He wraps his arms around her, his dark brown eyes meeting mine.

“What’s going on? Where is-.”

“Antonio won’t wake up and there are-.” Maria stars but is cut off by another round of bullets.

Maria screams as one of them makes contact ripping through her thigh.

Both me and Shane move at the same time. I move to help Maria as he sets her on the ground, him grabbing the rifle from D’s body and firing back his own shots.

I pull her over the the over side of the living room behind the couch hoping that will give us some cover.

“Here you gotta keep pressure on it.” I say using her hands to push down on the wound making her scream.

“I know.” I say looking around for something to tie it with.

I don’t know when it happened. When everything became a blur the sound of faint screaming and gunshots filled my mind.

I was quickly brought back to the sinking reality when a burning pain ripped through my side. Screaming I fell over on my side next to Maria as another explosion of heat punched its way through my stomach. 

I scream the thought of everything going out of the window as the throbbing burn floods my nervous system.

“Ella!” Shane yells coming over to help me. Him standing over me.

Despite the pain I'm in, I'm very aware when two bullets fly through Shane’s abdomen. Almost in the exact same spots as my own wounds.

He drops to his knees groaning. Knowing that both of us were going to bleed out if we didn’t get help soon I used everything I had to sit up.

“Shane, we have to keep pressure on everything.” I get out through gritted teeth. The pain was unlike anything I've ever felt but the adrianen pumping through me was keeping my mind clear enough to know we had to do something.

Reaching out my hand towards him he grabs it. I pull him closer to me, him collapsing on top of me. It was exactly what I wanted. The weight of his large frame would hopefully give us both enough pressure to keep us from bleeding out.

“Wrap your arms around me and hold on as tight as you can. Hopefully someone will come help us.” I say wrapping my arms around him, both of us letting out our own cry of pain as I hug him tightly.

He does the same with his face burrowing into my neck.

He lets out a groan, his breath choppy and shallow against my skin. 

"Shane, talk to me." I whisper, scared the men will start shooting again if they hear anyone up here.

"I can't…" he mumbles out, making my heart drop. He wasn't even going to try and fight? That wasn't like Shane. He was the first one to fight out of all of us. The first one to go down swinging.

"Please." I say softly.

"For me?" I ask as if that would change anything. Me and Shane rarely talked. He barely gave me the time of day. The only thing that ever made him stand out was he was the only one that ever called me Ella.

Other than that I was nobody to him.

The praded of bullets stops for a moment. Letting my mind settle. All going quiet. 

Quite enough for me to hear my own breathing. But I couldn't hear Shane's. With fear and worry for his life I give him a squeeze making him moan in pain.

"Stay awake. Talk to me please." I say turning my head to face him.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale. I’m sure I didn’t look much better and I honestly have no idea how I was even awake at this point but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew if I fell asleep he would die.

I lean closer to him to see if he is still breathing, his breath fanning over my face faintly. 

I don’t know what made me do it, some last ditch attempt at getting him to respond to me I press my mouth to his. 

Hoping he would get mad or the act would make him stay awake.

His lips are surprisingly soft and warm despite the blood I’m sure he is losing. I press my mouth harder to him when he does nothing in return the fear of losing him weighing on me more than I expected.

I keep my eyes open watching his face, wanting a response, a reaction, something. When his eyes open briefly, only to flutter closed I feel relief. It’s replaced with shock when he kisses me back. It’s soft, hardly anything at all but it was enough I knew he was alive. Enough for me to know he was still awake still in there fighting.

The feeling of time standing still washes over me again. My fingers and toes were cold but the rest over me wrapped in a heat I couldn’t explain.

I felt myself slipping into the darkness or Shane’s touch I didn’t know. I didn’t get to figure that out, Shane’s weight being ripped off me.

He lets out a yell, I’m shocked to watch him stand on his feet.

Antonio stood over him holding him by his collar.

“Get the hell up we gotta get Maria to the hospital.” He barks at Shane, him looking at me with anger.

“This better not have anything to do with you.” He says bending down to jerk me to my feet as well.

I’m not as strong as Shane, my knees giving out under my weight.

“Come on, help me get her to the car.” Antonio says, dragging me to the front door. Maria was gone, most likely in the car. I don’t know how she got there. I don't even remember Antonio coming down the steps.

Did he see me kiss Shane? Did he care? Most likely I was off limits to his friends and not because he cared about me because he didn’t want me to have anyone but him.

Pulling me to the car he throws me into the backseat, Maria in the front already. Shane crumbles into the seat next to me groaning as he holds his torso. A deep red just under his chest.

I knew I should have done the same, hold my wounds but I couldn’t make my arms move.

I stared at him not because I wanted to but because I couldn’t move my head.

“Is she dead?” Antonio asks speeding down the street.

“No.” Shane groans through gritted teeth.

“Good. When we get there you keep an eye on her. If she says anything about the past few years you're both dead.”

Shane doesn't respond, the car falling in silence until we reach the ER.

I don’t remember getting inside the hospital fading in and out of consensus. I hear voices, questions being asked but I don’t bother answering.

I didn’t want to anger Antonio or get Shane in trouble.  

Antonio answers every question with ease. Our house got shot up by a drive by. We all live together to save money for a better house.

My eyes open when I hear the word scars. The scars on my arms were something not talked about.

One long thin scar from armpit to wrist on both arms was my first memory of Antonio. He thought I was some mob boss's daughter. That I could give him information, or money.

When he realized I really wasn't anyone important he gave up but kept me so I couldn't go to the cops.

He smoothly lied, saying he found me on the street when I was fifteen. I already had the scars. I ran away from my abusive father. The doctors believed it when my eyes filled with tears. If only they knew the truth.

Turning my head I look at Shane slumped over in a chair next to my bed, nurses trying to look at him but him not being very cooperative they realize it’s because he passed out. 

I watch them put him on a bed and wheel him away. The farther he gets the more fear fills me. I curl up despite the pain not wanting to be alone with Antonio scared of what will happen.

Shane always calmed him down when I messed up, reigning in his wrath toward me. Now I was completely defenseless.

I suddenly felt very scared, and alone. Tears rushing down my cheeks. I jump when a yell feels my ears, it's decidedly Shane’s.

I can’t see him but when the sound of fist hitting flesh I can only imagine what's going on a few rooms down.

He most likely finally snapped, him not realizing where he was. He woke up and didn’t know where he was and just started fighting his way out.

“Put them together!” I hear an older woman's voice.

Only moments later Shane is wheeled into the same room as me. He is tied down and looks as tired as I feel but I watch him relax as they push his bed next to mine. The small spaces make our beds touch.

Looking over at me he clenches his jaw as the doctors cut off his shirt, his toned chest stained with blood. I barely notice the hands doing the same thing to mine.

“We need to take them into surgery now!” Says one of the many people around us.

Neither I nor Shane react as they place a mask over our faces. He moves his arm through the bars of the bed, his large hand grabbing mine.

“Sleep baby.” He says softly, his voice the last thing I hear before the gas shuts off my mind.

[gutsby]

Best Served Cold

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Since your fiancé can’t seem to keep his hands off of Lori, you decide Daryl is the perfect way to make him pay. Revenge sex has never felt so good.

Warning: NSFW. Attempted SA. Unprotected p-in-v. I don’t condone cheating (unless it’s on abusers lol). Semi-public sex and getting caught doing it in a tent 🫣 Based on this kickass idea from @dilfsandmartinis (I'm so sorry it took this long for me to post the story) !! 💓

Your man returned to your tent that night like he did most others: slick with sweat and too tired for sex. At least not again, not with you. He would undoubtedly claim to have been checking the perimeter, standing guard like a good leader should, but any blind man in that quarry camp could’ve seen he was just boning Lori.

A lot.

You were really more offended that he thought you stupid enough to abide by his lies than the fact he was fucking someone else. That part wasn’t new—his dick never knew how to stay in one hole longer than a month or two—but in an apocalypse? With his newly-deceased best friend’s widow? That was low, even for Shane.

Which was why you felt no compunction yourself as you slipped quietly from your tent toward the water’s edge that night, pink vibrator clutched tightly in hand.

Useful little thing that it was, a six-setting suction device that worked wonders on your clit, even underwater. You figured since Shane couldn’t be bothered with you or your sexual pleasure so long as the former Mrs. Grimes was occupying his time, you’d make use of this sex toy instead and start really leaning into the “self care” you’d been craving for so long.

The water was warm all the way up to your chest, and the air around you tepid. You moved around, treaded in place, and finally reached comfortable bearings a couple yards from shore. You relished the solitude and silence.

The moment you felt the toy come to life in your hand, you couldn’t help but smile. Exhaling as you brought the tip close to your center.

“Shit.” Even the gentlest setting too harsh on your clit, you nipped your lower lip and bit back a whimper.

You swirled it lightly on your inner thigh, tried painstakingly as ever to acclimate yourself to the buzz of the rubber, but damn were you sensitive. Almost too tender to be touched, too ripe with excitement and aching for the feel of something on you, or in you, or just barely skimming the surface of your skin underwater.

A low moan escaped your lips the second the head drifted back to your clit. Your toes curled into rough, rocky terrain underfoot, and your breaths started to quicken. You made a gentle motion with your hips—a sweet, semi-circular thing you’d been doing over Shane’s lower half as long as you could remember—begging for more friction, needing more of that mechanical hum.

You pressed the button for a higher setting. The peaks of your pleasure soared to new heights.

You were helpless to the trembling of your knees and felt immensely grateful for the water’s aid in keeping you straight. You pressed the rounded tip of the toy even tighter to your core and didn’t heed a thing around you as you sighed several expletives under your breath. A jolt of bliss washed over your body.

Your eyes had just started to close in the first throes of that wild sensation, when a new sound startled you.

“Ya done pissin’ or what?”

You shot a look toward the shore and saw a slightly less-than cheery individual standing at the edge of it, the toes of his boots grazing the incoming waves.

You froze in place. You hardly knew what to say.

“Ain’t safe fer you out here ‘n you know it. Come on.” Daryl beckoned you with one hand and started to turn.

At what point was it appropriate to tell him you were naked?

You thought he could surmise from the fact you were neck-deep in the water and refusing to move that maybe something more was keeping you in. Daryl seemed clueless, however.

“I ain’t got all night, kid,” he snorted, “’f you don’t hurry, Shane an’ the rest of ‘em’ll be out and— ah.”

Ah.

At the last, he stepped on a pile of clothes folded neatly on the shoreline nearby, undergarments and all.

So this wasn’t a midnight swim or a late night piss at all, but a full-blown skinny dip. He should have known you weren’t the bikini type.

Awkwardly, almost begrudgingly, Daryl gathered what clothes of yours he could and chucked them closer to the lake. Then he turned on his heels and stalked up the beach without another word—fuming, it seemed to you. Once averted, though, Daryl’s face betrayed a look of horror. Like a parent who’d just stumbled upon a box of condoms in their daughter’s sock drawer after swearing she was still a virgin.

In the few short weeks since you’d been thrown together in this mess, Daryl had practically taken to you like family. He hated Shane ‘Shit-for-Brains’ Walsh most days, it was true, but the fact that you were you, and times were tough, and nothing seemed to occupy Daryl’s mind quite like the thought of keeping you safe, that he had to keep you close at all times. He just hadn’t imagined your proximity would turn this intimate so suddenly.

“Keep up,” he spoke more sharply than usual. Didn’t even wait for you to dry and dress completely before snagging your hand in his.

You glanced at your taut, hardened nipples poking up through the damp material of your tank top and suddenly wished you’d brought a towel. Or a bra. Your shorts, too, clung to your ass like a second skin and made you feel extra bare before Daryl’s eyes—even if he hadn’t spared a look at you once as you’d traipsed behind him through the woods.

When you tripped, he held you up; when you nearly ate shit over several rocky spots, he carried you over them. His eyes never strayed toward your body, though.

Once you’d made it to the clearing where your group had made camp, Daryl lowered you to the ground and still couldn’t find it within himself to look your way. You shuffled uncomfortably on your feet, now standing inches away from the tent you shared with Shane.

“Thanks for...that,” you said, flatly.

Daryl managed a curt nod.

Before you turned in, you decided to venture a look at Daryl’s chest, and you felt an influx of embarrassment. The taupe-colored cutoff he wore as a shirt was soaked with water. Instinctively, you brushed your fingers over the stain—as if touching it might dry the fabric, or else mask your humiliation at being the cause. You tried not to evince a hint of surprise at how sturdy he felt.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Daryl.”

You hadn’t thought any man was capable of looking more afflicted than Daryl did before, but somehow, incredibly, he appeared even more ill at ease when you touched him. You immediately retracted your hand.

“’S’okay,” he managed. He would’ve given anything not to be where he was, or who he was, at that moment.

Just when another apology leapt to your tongue—feeling even worse that you might’ve crossed a physical boundary you shouldn’t have—a twig snapped close-by.

You and Daryl jumped in your skin. You turned toward the source of the sound.

Shane was tugging his pants into place, pulling the zip up in haphazard fashion as he marched out of the woods.

He’d either been blowing Lori’s back out (again) or off to take a piss in the bushes. By the looks of his dazed and drowsy expression, you guessed it was the latter.

“Got a nice rack, doesn’t she?” Shane observed, careless as ever.

He walked past the two of you and unzipped the tent.

“I was jus—” Daryl started.

“Don’t care,” Shane cut in, “Goodnight.”

You were amazed at the level of nonchalance your fiancé exhibited. On finding you soaked to the bone and touching another man in the middle of the night, the old Shane probably would’ve laid Daryl flat on his ass.

But overprotective, possessive Shane was no more.

Before disappearing into the tent, Shane reached for your elbow. You barely got another glimpse at Daryl as you were ushered inside.

The tent was re-zipped in an instant, and you assumed Daryl would be quick to leave the scene, too.

You turned and saw Shane fumbling to unscrew the lid of his canteen. Taking several big gulps before re-fastening the top, tossing the jug to the side, and letting out a sigh.

“You get a look at the hard-on he had?” Shane chuckled.

You almost choked on your spit.

“What?”

“Pitched a tent in his pants bigger’n this,” he returned, gesturing to the polyester enclosure overhead. Then he got back to his feet, walked over to you, and kept going, in spite of your perplexed expression, “He must really wanna fuck you.”

You blinked up at him, unsure if you were more baffled by Shane’s serene demeanor or the fact that you hadn’t noticed Daryl’s boner. You decided to overlook the erection for the time being.

“And you don’t...care if he did?” Instantly chiding yourself for the twinge of indignation in your tone.

“Nuh-uh,” Shane said. His hands came to rest comfortably on your hips, and he seemed to be hearing your words without really comprehending what you meant. As usual.

If he picked up on the irritation in your voice, he didn’t show it. He just rolled the denim of your shorts between his fingers and pulled you closer.

“This,” he hummed, fingers sinking between your legs, “is not for him.”

And Shane was community dick. Made sense.

You didn’t attempt to conceal your annoyance this time as you rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away.

“Well maybe if Daryl asked nicely…” you trailed off, starting toward the bed.

Shane stopped you before you could. He took a firmer hold of your sides and showed the first real hint of jealousy in his eyes. You were almost glad to see it.

“No,” Shane said, shaking his head. Then, snaking his touch back down your legs—with the fabric of your shorts fisted in his hands this time—he continued amidst your quiet protests.

You were gripping his wrists, trying to keep them from moving any further. But Shane was insistent.

“He wouldn’t get to ask nicely, because I’d blow his fucking brains out before he ever got the—”

“Shane.” You were actively shoving his hands off now. You didn’t mind this envious side coming back to the surface, but you would not, under any circumstance, be Shane’s sloppy seconds the same hour he’d fucked Lori.

“No. You— you smell like—” you cut yourself off before the woman’s name could leave your lips.

“Like what?” Shane snapped. Suddenly intrigued to hear what you had to say.

You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but when you couldn’t, and when he pressed you again, you sputtered some nonsense about his drinking—how he reeked of booze, not Rick’s wife.

“Thought you liked it when I fucked you drunk,” Shane grinned, voice dripping with condescension, “Said it gave me stamina.”

You’d said no such thing. You groaned lightly as Shane managed to pull your panties and shorts, together, to your ankles. When he started to take them off at your feet, he hardly seemed to notice your nails dig in his shoulders, silently begging him to stop.

“Think I should invite Daryl back over? Let him watch me fuck you stupid?” Shane’s mouth was hovering close to your center, hot breaths fanning over your lower half.

In any other situation, you would’ve craved him here: on his knees, ready to suck and lick and dick you down like he always used to do. But things were different now, you had to remind yourself. Apart from the walking dead invading your world, there was no Rick in the picture, no semblance of platonic feelings between his widow and your fiancé—you felt physically sick at the thought of Shane touching you now. You tried to stand the instant he threw you on the bed.

“Shane, I don’t wanna—”

“Fuck? Yeah, I figured,” Shane shrugged as he tried to peel your shirt off your body.

“Then quit,” you hissed. You were starting to fear the fabric might tear if you held on any tighter.

When it seemed evident you weren’t going to give in on the top, Shane let go and turned to his pants instead. Pinning you down with one hand, he unbuckled his belt as you whimpered and pleaded that he stop. The sounds only made the mound in his pants more pronounced.

The two of you had dabbled in CNC before, but this was not that. No safeword, no fallback, no trace of consent between you, and to be frank, you were starting to get scared. The second Shane freed his cock from his boxers, you felt a surge of panic rise to your chest.

“Fuck— STOP!” Without thinking, you jerked your knee.

You hadn’t meant to hit his balls so hard. But you did. And he folded in half, seizing with pain, while you took that as your chance to slide off the bed, slip on your panties—and hightail it the fuck out of there.

Shane’s cries pierced the night air like a blade through rotted flesh. You stumbled, half-blind in the dark, and blazed a reckless path through the tents all around you. Weaving in and out of neighboring spaces, searching desperately for any lone, dim glow of a lantern to tell you someone was awake to hear your pleas if needed. But sadly, no tent was alight but yours, and the entrance to that was presently being torn open once more as Shane staggered out there himself.

“Y/N!” he bellowed.

In your haste, you’d tripped over Glenn’s knapsack. You scraped your knee, scrambled back to your feet, and tried with everything in you not to make a sound as you retreated further from Shane’s voice.

You probably looked feral, weaving in and out of tents with your knee leaking blood and your pupils grown wide with fear. You scampered fast across the rocky campgrounds and made a beeline for the woods.

Until Shane’s footsteps fell heavy mere feet away.

Quickly changing course, you dove for the nearest tent and ripped it open. When you slipped inside, zipped it up, and went crab-walking backward like a panic-stricken animal, you hardly saw much of anything else.

Had your pulse not been pounding in your ears and your gaze not glued to the front of the tent, you likely would’ve gotten a pretty good laugh at the sight behind you.

At the very least, a chuckle or a smile or a slightly sheepish blush would’ve been supplied in a second, seeing someone wide-eyed and holding his cock in a death grip just inches from your rear.

You’d unwittingly scrambled into the tent of a man who’d just been beating his dick off furiously to the thought of you—and there you were, sitting pretty in pure, unadulterated fear for the sight of your fiancé any second now. When you turned your head, your hand flew to your mouth.

“Dar— oh!”

Like before, your heads snapped in the direction of a new sound, quick to sense that it was Shane, and this time, you went crawling over to the archer without a second thought. Hardly noticing his pants were down, you leapt into his lap.

“Y/N—” Shane hissed as he tripped over something outside. You heard a clatter and a bang, the sound of a few curse words sputtered in vain, and a groan. Daryl’s arms snaked around your sides and pulled you closer.

“What’ve ya gone and done this time?” he whispered.

“Told him no,” you murmured back.

You pretended not to feel the singe of Daryl’s gaze boring straight through the side of your head. Then a little lower, to your near-bare lower half and shaking legs. It didn’t take long for him to piece together what had happened.

“Y/N,” Daryl started, far louder than you could bear. You shushed him swiftly, ignoring the flare of anger in his eyes that told you he was currently conjuring up fifty different ways to kill Shane and just aching to act on it.

“Don’t. Please,” you said.

“Did he—”

“No. I...kneed him in the balls before he got the chance.”

“Oh.”

Shane was pacing outside, like he knew you were somewhere close. He called your name every now and then, drew near enough to send you rigid with fear. Then Daryl would hold you tight, stroke your hair, or else just graze his lips on your shoulder to let you know he was there, and eventually, the fright would subside. You nestled yourself into that touch and felt something far kinder than fear for the first time in a long time.

You felt aroused.

Ever more inspired by the sound of Shane stewing, fuming outside within earshot and the nudge of Daryl’s member against your barely-clothed core. Well…you were tempted, to say the least. You just weren’t sure if Daryl would be on board for being your lightning-quick rebound fuck of the night.

You sighed as his hips moved gently against your own.

“You think maybe—” you started.

“Yeah?”

“—you might…tell me what you were doing before I barged in here?”

Even in the dark, you could sense a blush creeping up his neck. You loved to see a man like Daryl flustered.

“Oh, uh, that?” he said in half a chuckle. Glancing down at his groin and going back and forth between two thoughts in his mind, most likely. Tell you the truth or come up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“Just…jerking off to you.”

He never had been any good at a bluff.

Your face visibly brightened in the dim glow of the tent. You tried not to let your elation get too far ahead of you, though, lest your voice raise above a whisper and draw Shane’s attention.

“Yeah? What about?”

Daryl never thought it possible for a woman’s enthusiasm in a question to turn him on, but yours did. He looked to your lips and swallowed, suddenly at a loss for how to answer.

“I…well…”

“You’re fucking dead to me, Y/N. If you don’t—”

Your fiancé’s voice was as close, and as terrifying, as it had ever been. You eased Daryl onto his back.

“Were you thinking of this?” you teased.

You made that soft semi-circular motion with your hips and watched a brand new face contort with pleasure. The footsteps outside hardly registered in your mind any longer, as your attention was singly focused on Daryl.

He fought a groan in his throat as you grazed your slick heat over his length.

You coated him with your arousal quicker than even you had expected. You knew you were turned on, but never had it been like that, where you were damn near dripping sweet nectar all over a man’s cock. You let a little whine leave your lips.

You couldn’t help it; your cunt rocked back and forth over Daryl’s fat, throbbing cock and made obscene sounds as you did. The archer’s hands found your hips and gently guided you up and down as his own moans struggled to break loose.

You could’ve stayed like that forever, you figured—if you hadn’t been so fucking wet that the head of his cock slipped inside of your heat the second you and Daryl bucked your hips together. An inch was quick to stretch to seven before you could think or blink or do anything else but groan in pleasure, and suddenly, he was bottoming out inside you.

“Fuck!” Daryl hissed.

“Daryl!”

“Daryl?”

Fucking Shane, of all voices you didn’t want to hear in that moment. Fortunately, he’d heard Daryl’s voice alone and not the sound of your moan, calling his name at the same time, for entirely different reasons, it seemed.

Daryl gritted his teeth as you bounced on his cock,

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking for Y/N. You seen her, brother?”

Seen you, felt you, fucked you, yeah—he had.

Daryl closed his eyes and tried not to blow his load on the spot as you squeezed around him.

“No— no, I haven’t. Not since earlier,” he grunted.

“You sure?” Shane pressed, dissatisfied, “I heard her running around this way.”

You braced your knees against the ground and rode the man beneath you even harder, taking every ounce of resentment you felt toward Shane out on Daryl’s cock. Fuck if revenge sex didn’t feel nice when the object of your ire was standing right outside the tent.

You almost wanted to moan, wanted to whimper, but were quick to think better of it the longer you spent moving up and down his length. Seeing shades of lust in his eyes like never before, you just couldn’t bear the thought of having to pry yourself off any time soon.

Daryl sank his fingers into your thighs and sighed, leaving ten perfect crescents in their wake.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” he murmured.

“Could ya— could you come outside and help me look?”

‘Come the fuck on’ seemed to be the silent, shared sentiment between you and Daryl as your bodies writhed fast against each other and your highs came close into view. You braced your hands against his chest and begged him not to answer with your eyes, but you also knew Daryl couldn’t not say something to him, either.

“I…I’m sure she’s fine.” Daryl tried, weakly.

He flipped you over so you were flat on your back, hands careful not to make much noise or cause you discomfort as he did. Cock never leaving your wet, greedy hole, he found it easier than ever to resume the pace you’d made above him—now pounding you quietly into his sleeping pad.

You gripped his back and, simultaneously, bit down on his shoulder to keep from letting out a shriek when he grazed a particularly sensitive spot inside you. Tried not to whine when he hit it again. And again. And again.

Shane was growing impatient. Hovered close to the front of the tent so you could see the outline of his shadow.

“You got something better to do, Dixon?” he snapped.

Yeah, fuck your fiancée, Daryl thought with a smirk. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper.

That light, airy feeling preceding ecstasy was close at hand. You wanted to give in—let the levee break and just relish the sweet sensation quick to follow—but you knew you couldn’t. Knew yourself too well to be a screamer not to hold on a little longer, until Shane had left.

But the way Daryl’s cock was pumping in and out of you at present made it hard, to say the least.

“Just…tired, ‘s’all,” Daryl groaned close to your ear.

“Tired from what?!” Shane jeered, “Wrist been hurtin’ from how hard you’ve been jerkin’ it to Y/N, huh?”

You almost burst out laughing. Daryl quickly cupped your mouth. Fucked you harder to shut you up.

And shut up you did; but not for long, you feared. The faster he pounded you, the more that coil in your stomach came to swell, and soon enough you might—

“Eat shit, Walsh.”

“Just help me out. Please.”

Daryl shook his head and fucked you harder, much to your chagrin. You didn’t want him to stop, but you needed him to, in truth, or that swollen thing inside of you just might get the better of you and burst. You pressed your hands to his chest and tried to whimper something softly, but Daryl just hushed you with his hand to your mouth and kept on at that breakneck pace. Your eyes rolled back, your legs started to shake, and if Daryl hadn’t had to tear his attention away to say something to Shane, he might have seen how close you were to blowing your cover…before it was too late.

With one more stroke inside your wet, sensitive hole, you felt a cord inside you snap and a flurry of wild, unbridled bliss take over, stronger than you’d felt in ages.

A shriek desperate to escape your throat, your teeth raked down Daryl’s flesh with the force of it, and, instinctively, the man yanked his hand away and yelped.

You hated to do it, but the feeling was just too good. Your lips parted to release one of the most lewd and obscene sex screams of your life—with Daryl’s name following over and over as you came.

Daryl’s eyes grew to half the size of his face, it seemed. Stilling inside you, feeling your sweet, hot juices flow down him in waves, he sat there and couldn’t quite decide if he was more turned on or terrified.

When Shane tore through the fabric of the tent and charged inside, he figured it out pretty quickly, though.

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-Two

The Farm

When we got back to the highway Dale had all kinds of questions. He asked Andrea if she was okay and she just walked right past him. After the CDC incident he took her gun and she still didn't forgive him for that or for forcing her to leave the CDC before it blew. Glenn tried to explain to him what had happened but couldn't tell him much seeing as we didn't know anything. After discussing everything it was decided that Glenn would take Carol's car and get T-Dog to the farm the women had mentioned before riding off with Lori.

Carol didn't want to leave incase Sophia found her way back, Dale didn't want to leave the RV, Andrea decided to stay with Carol, and Daryl decided he would stay too. That left me. “I'm gonna stay,” I said. We said goodbye to Glenn and T-Dog, telling them that we would see them tomorrow morning, and watched them turn around, and drive the opposite direction.

Once they were out of sight Carol went back to standing near the guardrail and looked into the woods. Andrea had stormed back into the RV and slammed the door shut when Dale asked her if she was alright after Glenn told him what happened. The sun was starting to go down and night would be coming in a couple of hours. “I'm just gonna look around to make sure there aren't any walkers stumbling around close by.” I turned from the group avoiding Carol's cold and heartbroken gaze.

I wish there was more I could do. And that is exactly why when I was far enough away from the others I slipped back into the woods. Should I be in the woods alone while it's nearing night? Probably not. But I was trying to put myself in the shoes of a mother whose child has gone missing. I would never know what exactly it feels like but I imagined that Carol was going through several emotions. She was scared, stressed, maybe even angry at herself for not being with her daughter when it happened.

I know if I were in her situation I would be full of anxiety and I would blame myself more than I would blame anyone else. I understand why she's putting blame on Rick. He was the one that went after her and he didn't come back with her. He left on her own. And I know Carol understands why he made the decisions he did. I understand why she turned to me. I'm a detective…was a detective. I used to hunt down people; it was my job to find the clues others missed.

I find myself back where Rick said he left Sophia while he led a couple walkers away. The tracks were faint but they were still there. I followed them where they split off in the opposite direction of the highway. “Why did you go the wrong way?” I knelt down to look closer at the tracks but I couldn't see any other sign of what might have happened. I didn't see any other footprints besides Sophia's and the ones from us. there wasn't any indication that there were any walkers that scared her in this direction.

I continued following the path Daryl, Rick, and I took until I came to the walker they had killed and gutted. “Sophia!” I walked past the walker and back onto a path, keeping an eye out for anything out of place. The forest was getting darker as the sky lost its light. I should have turned back and went back to the RV but I didn't…I kept going deeper into the woods.

Eventually night had completely settled over us, my eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, the moon shining through the treetops in spots gave some light but not much. I stood in the middle of the forest, spinning in a slow circle. At some point I had gone off the path without realizing. I had no sense of direction in the dark and in a place I wasn't familiar with. I was an okay track but I wasn't as good as Daryl, nowhere near as good as him. I was far away from the highway…nobody would hear me if I called out for them. I was lost and alone.

Daryl

I watch yn go off on her own down the highway. Having her around again was awkward and brought feelings back to the surface that I would rather keep hidden. I turned away for a second to pull out a cigarette and light it when I looked back she was gone. I stay looking in that direction the whole time I smoke the cigarette and a good ten minutes after before going into the RV.

Dale was on top of the RV keeping watch, Andrea was sitting at the table reloading all the magazines for the guns, and Carol was in the back, laying down and crying softly. I let out a deep sigh and lay down on the floor between the kitchen and table. I used my pack wasẃèas a pillow and threw my arm over my eyes, closing them, and trying to get some shut eye. I laid there for twenty minutes trying and failing to go to sleep. I couldn't block out Carol's soft cries and I couldn't stop thinking about yn.

What was she doing? Did she come back yet? Was she up on the roof with Dale? What if something happened? I had this gut feeling she was in trouble. I sat up, looked at Carol for a brief second and stood up, took a full magazine from Andrea and went outside. “You see yn at all?” I asked Dale, looking up at him. He looked down at me and shook his head. “No, I've been keeping an eye out for her but I have seen her. As a matter-of-fact I don't even see her on the highway.”

I didn't want to give a shit. Why should I? She made Merle a suspect in some fucking murder he had no part in. Then had him arrested and put away for three years. She fucking left without saying goodbye. I hated the feelings she made me feel. Shouldn't be feeling shit for her. She's younger than me and deserved better than a piece of shit redneck. But my gut tightened at the thought of her out there alone in the dark. Dumb bitch probably went looking for that little girl and got herself lost. “Fuckin’ christ. I'll go find her. Last thing we need is for someone else gettin’ lost.”

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Bodyguarded (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: Reader is Rick's younger sister. You're very sweet with a sharp tongue which Shane doesn't seem to like. Shane keeps bothering you as he finds you cocky. To your surprise is Daryl always around to keep Shane away from you eventhough he doesn't like you, right? [ read part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

A basket got dropped beside you. It made you look up from your crouched position. – “Seriously?” – you called out at Shane. – “You couldn’t have dropped this ten minutes ago? We are almost finished.” – you went on. Shane exhaled loud wiping his hand down his mouth. – “Why do you always have to open your big mouth.” – he replied with a soft glare. You slapped the shirt in your hand down in the water as some water splashed up. Getting all worked up by how he threated you.

Shane watched as you got up but before you could do anything had Carol jumped up with you. Moving her hands in front of you to hold you back. One look of her was enough to make you settle down. – “Just do as you are told!” – he ordered finding himself amusing. You clenched your jaw, pushing with your body against Carol’s arms as they kept you in place. Shane scoffed funnily before walking off. Sighing loud lowered Carol her arms from around her.

“Come on Y/n.” – she said softly with a gentle nod. You took another deep breath squatting down again. – “I just don’t understand why he brought this now. He knew he had laundry ten minutes ago, didn’t he.” – you spoke trying to understand why he would taunt you like this. Carol took out a shirt, splashing it into the water. – “Let’s finish this up together.”

Carol and you washed the rest of Shane’s clothing. Obeying to what you have been told. When you were done you went back with Carol to the camp. You went over to Glenn handing him his clothes back. – “Aw sweet Y/n!” – he said bowing to you as a thank you. It made you smile back. You then went over to the campfire where Daryl sat munching on some meat. You gestured in silence to his clothing, moving them up in your hands.

Daryl gave you a brief glance before continue to ignore you. You wanted to place it down as Daryl suddenly pointed at his tent. You nodded back making your way over to his tent to lay it down in the front. You barely got up when you felt two arms wrap tightly around you. It startled you making you squeak loudly. Recognizing the arms around you, you eased up.

“Do that again sweetheart I like the way you sound.” – you heard Carol’s husband comment at you. Daryl spitted on the ground turning his gaze towards him in a tight clench. You turned around glaring at him for even saying such a thing in front of Carl. Carl was still hugging you as you held your hands against his back.

Carol gave you a look of sympathy wishing she could do something against her husband’s behaviour. You turned your attention down to your nephew. You led him away from everyone. – “Stay close with him!” – you heard Shane call out to you. You looked briefly over your shoulder seeing him stand by the car, elbow leaning against the open door. You simply turned back to the front as Shane scoffed. Finding you very cocky and thinking you were full of attitude when you honestly weren’t.

You just never understood why Shane was like this towards you. Carl and you made your way towards the woods a bit drifting away from the others. – “Auntie Y/n.” – Carl said as you hummed loud as a reply. Carl jumped on top of a log balancing his way across. You remained by his side in case he lost his balance. Carl hopped off joining your side. He picked up a stick, swaying it around. – “Do you still think about dad?” – he asked as it made you stop shocked. Then you turned around to him with a sweet smile.

“Everyday little one.” – you answered stroking his cheek. Your motion slowed down feeling a sudden wave of sadness. Thinking back about your brother Rick made you emotional. Carl noticed how glossy your eyes had become. – “Sorry auntie Y/n… I didn’t mean to make you sad.” – he said feeling guilty of ever asking it. You sniffed loud, blinking your tears away. – “Don’t worry about it Carl.” – you told him with a laugh.

You straightened your posture pulling him close to your body for a hug. – “If you ever want to talk about your dad and feel like you have no one to turn to, you come to me.” – you said hugging him tightly. Some twigs snapped as it didn’t make you respond quickly enough. Before you knew it had someone grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Carl. – “I told you to stay close!” – it was Shane who yelled at you. Holding you roughly by the elbow.

“Do you want to put Carl in danger?” – he continued shaking at your elbow. – “Do you think you can save Carl from any walkers?” – he laughed once mockingly. – “Let her go!” – Carl called out running up to Shane to pound his fists against his chest. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane made clear pushing Carl off him. – “Don’t talk to him like that!” – you answered loudly.

Shane’s face contracted with anger. He grabbed you by your neck, pushing your head down. – “I am so done with your attitude Y/n!” – he responded pulling you with him. – “No! leave her alone!” – Carl shouted at him. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane roared out. Carl turned around taking a run for it while wiping his tears away.

“Shane let me go!” – you screamed trying to get his grip from on your neck. He puffed loud pushing you down onto the ground. Body hitting the ground and rolling a bit over. – “I’ve had it with you Y/n!” – he made clear pacing around. Wiping his chin. Breezing around like a hungry wolf. – “I don’t want you near him anymore. You are a bad influence.” – he spoke rubbing his hand over his head. You scoffed shockingly with an amusing undertone. – “I’m sorry. Boss!” – you snapped at him sarcastically.

Shane puffed his chest up slightly raising his hand till he stopped. Eyes widening at the feeling at the back of his head. – “You raise that hand of yours and I’ll shoot.” – you heard come from behind him. Leaning a bit to the side, you saw Daryl stand behind Shane with his crossbow against the back of his head. Shane lowered his hand again with a grunt.

Daryl moved his crossbow slightly to the side, right over his shoulder. An arrow fired. With a zap it found it’s target. Seconds later the sound of a corpse dropping. You had gasped looking over your shoulder to see the last of a walker drop down. – “Next one will be through your head.” – Daryl whispered to Shane. Shane moved storming off.

Daryl lowered his crossbow stepping over to you. He lowered his hand to you, looking away. Hesitantly you took it allowing him to pull you back up to your feet. – “Tha-“ – you started cut off by Daryl walking off. Taking a few deep breaths, you returned afterwards back to camp. Lori looked at you concerned holding Carl against her side. You simply smiled faintly at her to show her it was all right. You didn’t want her to worry. You took refuge in your tent needing time alone.

At nightfall some were sitting around the campfire. You sat near Glenn laughing silently at some funny things he said. You stopped laughing seeing Shane seemingly make his way over to you. He neared and before he could take another step had Daryl gotten up from his seat near you. His gaze stern, posture grand. Carol watched Daryl pressing her lips amusingly together.

Shane puffed with a shake of his head, turning back around. You were looking at Daryl, questionable when your eyes locked as he looked back at you. The contact was brief as Daryl seated himself back down as if nothing had occurred. Shyly smiling at yourself you couldn’t help but feel special that Daryl seemingly did seem to care for you. Otherwise he wouldn’t step in and just let Shane do whatever he likes around you.

Daryl noticed you were staring all smiley at him, making him shift his posture more away from you. You smiled looking down making briefly eye contact with Carol across the fire. Instantly you snorted knowing she was probably thinking the same. Glenn went on to talk to you as if nothing had happened.

After a few days you started to notice Daryl was more around you. Always near to keep a close eye on Shane. Whenever he even made the slightest movement towards you, he made one little movement to let Shane know if he even tried he’d be face to face with him. One day you decided to tease him about it. You were in the woods with Carol, Lori and Carl further down as you made your way over to Daryl who was keeping a watchful eye on you all.

Daryl looked uncomfortable away when you neared. – “Daryl.” – you said to greet him. – “Y/n.” – he mumbled back, looking around as if searching for walkers. You weren’t getting much out of him further so you decided to prank him. Suddenly you gasped loud as if startled. It made Daryl turn his head concerned to you. – “Is that Shane?” – you called out making Daryl turn his head again to look in the direction you were looking.

He immediately took a defensive pose before you, almost grabbing for his crossbow. When he noticed he was looking at nothing, he sighed loud. – “Damn it Y/n!” – he grunted out. – “Do you think this is funny?” – he asked looking your way. – “I do when you get so protective over me.” – you responded with a smile. Daryl rolled with his eyes. – “Like hell I care.” – he outed sounding annoyed.

You kept looking all smiley at him making it almost impossible for him to keep himself from looking back at you. – “I think you do care. Otherwise you wouldn’t keep Shane away from me.” – you told him. Daryl puffed loud. – “Maybe I just don’t like him.” – he responded with half a shrug. – “Or you just very much like me?” – you teased grabbing him by his shirt.

Daryl swallowed nervously when your noses almost touched. Daryl’s expression softened around you. His breathing tickling your lips. His expression made you blink surprised seeing the lovey dovey’s in his eyes. He moved his hand to your cheek letting it brush against it. Before he knew it he closed the gap between your lips, kissing you hard. You hummed loud, pulling away. - "So not caring are you?" - you chuckled out. - "Shut up." - Daryl answered before shutting you up with another kiss.

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