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Summary: Shane wants you to have his baby, but you deny him. Later, you have a nightmare and Shane comforts you.
"No? What the hell do you mean 'no'?" Shane asks gruffly in exasperation, tilting his head as he leans in towards you while he tries to wrap his mind around your simple answer.
"’No', as in I don't want to have a baby with you, Shane!" You raise your voice a little, starting to grow annoyed the longer he continues this ridiculous notion he was on today.
"No? What the hell do you mean 'no'?" Shane asks gruffly in exasperation, tilting his head as he leans in towards you while he tries to wrap his mind around your simple answer.
"’No', as in I don't want to have a baby with you, Shane!" You raise your voice a little, starting to grow annoyed the longer he continues this ridiculous notion he was on today.
"Oh. Oh, okay, I see. So you just wanna to tease for fun, but when it's the real deal, for the greater good—"
"—'the greater good'?” You ask, mocking the way he said it, “Really? That's what this is about?"
You glare at him over your shoulder, starting to snatch down the clothes off the line and shove them in the basket as the clothespins tumble into the grass.
"Yeah, yeah it is. Because if you weren't so stubborn and got your head out of your—" Shane starts again, but you cut him off again.
"—not because you're jealous of Rick then? Of his family? I know you took advantage of Lori." You snap, dropping the basket on the ground as you fully turn around to see his jaw shifting with frustration.
"I did not! Rick was dead. You know that, everyone knows that, it's what we all thought!" Shane rasps, stepping closer towards you as he puts his hands on his hips to stare down at you.
"We all thought he was gone, so you didn't wait to step in, did you? No, you didn't because you couldn't fucking wait—"
"—fuck off, you don’t know shit, girl." He practically growls at you, which makes you huff in annoyance as you cross your arms over your chest. Shane's jaw clenches again, and in a certain way you want to laugh in his face. You probably would feel worse about Lori's death… if you had actually met her. But all the women in the camp talk, especially Andrea.
"I know enough, Walsh." You bite back bitterly, scooping up the laundry basket before walking back to the farm house. You can feel Shane's glare pierce through your back, but you refuse to acknowledge him again, especially with this idea of wanting to purposefully get you pregnant in his head.
Later, while everyone was eating dinner, Shane sits himself beside you with a reason. You only knew because of the way his muscular thigh was pressing up snug against yours as you both sit on the rickety old bench. Shane finishes eating in minutes and just when you think he'll move to get up and leave, he shifts closer, about to drape his strong arm around your shoulders. You shrug his arm off and give him an annoyed look. Shane sighs and rolls his eyes, glancing away from you to look at all the others.
Judith had only started toddling earlier in the week and Rick was as proud as ever of course. Currently, Carl was following her around, making sure she didn't waddle in the makeshift fire pit or fall down too hard.
"Hey bud, c'mere." Shane calls him over, and you can't help but laugh softly as Carl struggles to corral Judith towards you and Shane.
"Yeah?" Carl asks when he gets close enough, his dad's sheriff hat nearly tilting down over his eyes as he watches Judith drag her little crocheted stocking covered feet over a particularly crunchy leaf.
"Why don't you go eat before it gets too cold? I can watch this lil sweetheart for you." Shane assures Carl with a smile, and Carl only hesitates a moment, glancing at you before running off towards the table of food.
You could already see what was coming as Shane slips from his seat on the bench, and kneels in front of Judith.
"C'mere, baby." He growls playfully, scooping Judith up and lightly shaking her as she breaks out into a fit of sweet giggles. Shane grins, that rare kind of grin that scrunches his nose up, before turning to face you. You shake your head silently, trying to hide your smile at the cute interaction.
With chunky toddler Judith now perched on his hip, Shane settles back onto the bench close beside you.
"Now Judith, you have to help me out here, baby girl," Shane starts, catching her attention with her name," We need to convince my darlin’ here that you need a friend, right?"
Judith gurgles a gibberish answer, her hands softly patting together, clapping in the way that babies do. It was still as cute as ever, especially with her chunky little arms and fingers. And if the rumors you had heard were true, it was obvious Judith was Shane's daughter. They both had matching brown eyes.
"Shane, this is not fair." You complain lightly, now catching Judith's attention with your voice. You can't help but smile widely at her, cooing out a "hi baby".
"Miss, I need a friend to play with, I'm so lonely and sad," Shane interprets Judith's words in a too high pitched voice, shaking the toddler's arms. Despite his words for her, Judith giggles, stretching her little arms across Shane's chest towards you. You sweep her from him and into your lap, bouncing her lightly. You had to admit, Judith was really cute while snuggled close to your chest.
After a moment, Shane leans in precariously close to your ear.
“I'd give you however many you want, darlin’. Just say the word.”
Unsurprised, you roll your eyes and elbow him back a bit. Still, you feel warmth rise to your face. And it wasn't from the campfire.
“Night, Walsh.” You murmur, carefully depositing Judith back onto his lap before getting up to go to bed in your tent.
In your hiding from Shane, you had indeed gone to bed. Only for you to have a nightmare. It wasn't extremely bad, but when you woke up, it left you feeling nervous and jittery. Making you glance over your shoulder every now and then despite sitting alone in your small tent. The back of your neck was itchy with a sheen of sweat and eventually you couldn't take it.
You wander out of your tent in your improvised nightgown of an old scavenged men's shirt, hoping the cool night air would help calm you. Glancing around, you see Shane awake on watch duty, an old hunting rifle leaning against his knee. He catches you staring at him, his eyebrows furrowing before jerking his chin up at you. A silent half hearted gesture that you knew meant "come here".
You hesitate, now shivering in your nightgown as the cool breeze flows by. On one hand, Shane was tough and capable. Even strong, although you'd never admit that out loud. He was a protector and would definitely make you feel safe, even against your unconscious worries. But then again… you didn't want to go to him because of everything else. This whole delusion of wanting you to be his baby mama, like the world wasn't so dystopian. You literally just had a nightmare about walkers!
In another life, you would have never met him. You couldn't decide if that would have been a good thing or not.
You take your time walking to him and once you get close enough, his hand encompasses one of your wrists. Shane easily pulls you into him and sits you on his thigh. And you just let him. In this position, you can't help but lean into his chest as his arm slips around your waist, not very tightly, yet still holding you against him.
"Bad dream?" Shane asks you knowingly in a low voice. He smells like beer and day old sweat, but hey, at least it wasn't rotting flesh. In your dream, walkers had surrounded you and were clawing and moaning for a taste of your flesh. You woke before they could get it.
"Yeah." You breathe out quietly, still a bit shaken up.
“You know I'd never let anything happen to you, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That I'd do anything to keep walkers off your sweet ass? Wouldn't let any of ‘em get a bite before I do,” Shane continues more lightheartedly, patting at your hip and flashing a wolfish grin at you, which makes you smile back faintly.
You sit there wrapped in his arm’s embrace as his other hand rubs over your knee for a long moment before anxiety starts to creep in. Although, not about the zombies for once.
"Are you still upset with me? About earlier?"
"Nah, don't worry your pretty head about it." Shane rasps with a certain tone of finality in his voice, his thumb bouncing against your hip.
This unfortunately is entirely unhelpful, so you decide to pry further into his beer addled mind.
"Why do you want a baby?"
Shane meets your eyes then as he looks at you, raising his eyebrows. A "you sure you want to talk about this" sort of look.
"In that hospital, when the world began fallin' apart—when I thought my best friend was dead—I looked all around. There was no one there for me. I was all alone… thought of Lori and didn't want her to feel the same way." Shane's hand lifts from your knee to take a long swig of his beer then. The glass bottle chiming a clink against the metal barrel of the rifle as he sets the bottle back on the ground.
“So you were jealous of Rick's family.” You emphasize, causing Shane's grip on your hip to tighten.
“I want somethin’ I can call my own.”
You pause then, shifting to glance at his face, to see the glimpse of vulnerability he was showing you. Shane pointedly looks away from you.
“You should probably go back to bed, girl.” His voice was solemn and serious, his arm dropping from your waist.
For some reason, this really pisses you off. You were right there on his lap and now he didn't want you around? Oh, but he did want you to have his baby. You shift on his thigh, turning to fully face him, shifting your legs to curl beneath you as you sit on his lap.
“Why?” You prod, maybe a bit unfairly knowing how his temper could get the best of him.
Shane's gaze shifts, brown eyes clouded with hunger meeting yours, but despite the momentary unsettling feeling it gives you—you find it so undeniably attractive. But now you'd poked the bear.
“You fucking teasing me now, darlin’?” Shane murmurs lowly as one of his hands slides firmly up your thigh, boldly cupping your ass. A challenge. “‘Cause I'm about 5 seconds away from throwing you in my tent and not stopping till daybreak, sweetheart.”
“Shane!” You huff, both mildly annoyed and flustered, swatting a hit to the side of his head.
Shane only grins deviously, knowing he was getting to you as he bundles his arms around your thighs, squeezing you bodily closer.
“What? You like that idea, feisty? You're squirming, tell me-”
You slap your hand over his mouth and he groans dramatically, trying to nip at your palm. One of his hands slides up your side to easily tug down your hand that was on his mouth.
“I want my baby to look like you,” Shane comments rather sincerely, and you try not to smile, but ultimately fail.
“That's so... cheesy,” You muse softly as his fingers tangle with yours.
“But it's true, darlin’,” His lips land on your entwined knuckles and something softer was in his dark eyes as they meet yours.
Shane's head tilts and gently, his lips graze yours and it makes your breath catch in surprise. A beat later he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. It makes you sigh into his mouth, albeit helplessly melting against him as you return the kiss.
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"Rick, there's a pretty girl in here trying to take advantage of me!"
im too tired to eat my dinner or even open my mouth and i cant stop thinking about how dex would probably love when you’re so tired that he has to do everything for you. feeding you, getting you dressed, etc :(
I love being a loser girl like yesss!!! omg go stay in your bedroom all day and listen to music, watch movies, read fan fiction, ughh this is the life!!
Summary: Shane wants you to have his baby, but you deny him. Later, you have a nightmare and Shane comforts you.
"No? What the hell do you mean 'no'?" Shane asks gruffly in exasperation, tilting his head as he leans in towards you while he tries to wrap his mind around your simple answer.
"’No', as in I don't want to have a baby with you, Shane!" You raise your voice a little, starting to grow annoyed the longer he continues this ridiculous notion he was on today.
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
frank knows he might be about to die and the image his brain produces is karen in maria’s sweatshirt clocking his ass but also comforting him, telling him she’s always with him and pulling away last second when he’s pretty obviously going to kiss her
