Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader, Daryl Dixon x reader (slow burn)
Warnings: Smut, swearing, vomit, character death
“You should get some sleep.”
“I will in a little bit.”
You remain sitting by the window, looking down at the barn Randall was being kept in from the bedroom. Even though there was always someone keeping watch, you still had this fear that he would escape and hurt someone.
“Daryl and T-dog are on watch; he’s not going to get out,” Shane sighs. “Y/n, you look exhausted; you need to get some sleep.”
It did make you feel a little better knowing Daryl was watching him; you doubted Randall would ever get the upper hand on him. You only look away from the window when you hear a playful kissing noise. You smile watching Shane look at your son with so much love in his eyes as he blows kisses on his cheeks.
You go and sit beside him on the bed, smiling as Jace babbles away. Shane laughs, seeing his son's salvia bubbles drooling onto him, and kisses the top of his head. Getting a glimpse of the tears that brought tears to your eyes. “He’s starting to look much like his daddy; he’s got your eyes.”
“The two of you are the best things that have ever happened to me; I just want you to know that.” Shane wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek. “Now, try and get some sleep. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”
Nodding, you lay back and close your eyes, pushing the thoughts of everything bad that has and could still happen to the back of your mind.
A groan passes your lips as you stretch out in bed. You feel Shane shifting slightly beside you. “Mornin handsome.”
Shane rolls to face you and plants a soft kiss on your lips, “morning darlin.” He pulls you closer by the hips and deepens the kiss, but you pull back.
He mumbles, “Rick is watching him. He offered to take him after breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” You jolt upright. “What time is this?”
“Nearly noon.” Shane brings your face to his and kisses you again. You press your body against his, feeling the heat of his bare chest against the thin vest top that covers your chest. Shane rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that you’re on top. Feeling the bulge in his pants, you grind down against him. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb, chuckling. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”
His eyes lock with yours briefly before he removes your vest top, leaving you in only your pants. He sucks at the skin along your collarbone down to your breasts, leaving bruise-like marks. He takes one of your hardened nipples onto his mouth while pushing your pants to the side to rub at your clit.
It doesn’t take you long to come undone when he slides two fingers into you. You muffle your moans of pleasure by burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Your eyes flicker open when you lean back, and the way Shane is smiling with the sun shining on his face through the window makes him look so happy, just as he was when you first met.
“No,” you say, kissing him roughly. “I want more.”
“Take whatever you want, whatever you need from me.”
Your hands fumble as you quickly begin to undo his trousers. He lifts his hips enough for you to pull them low enough for his cock to spring free. You pull your pants to the side and line yourself up with him. Shane lets out a deep moan as you sink onto him, his lips pressing against yours. Finding a rhythm was easy; his hand came forward and slipped between your legs, finding your clit again.
It’s not long until you’re both coming apart, moaning into each other's mouths. You collapse forward, pressing your forehead against his. Gently, you kiss the side of his face that’s badly bruised and say, “I love you.”
He chuckles. “I love you too.”
Shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, you glance up to the top of the windmill, where Shane is doing some maintenance on it. A few hours prior, Hershel had insisted Lori take his bed as the rest of your group moved into the Greene’s farmhouse, so as a compromise, it had been decided Lori and Carl would sleep with you while Shane and Rick slept on the living room floor.
You had offered to sleep on the floor, but you quickly got shot down in flames by Shane, which somehow led to another argument between him and your brother. He and Shane had gone into the empty kitchen where nobody else could hear them, but curiosity got the better of you, and you soon found yourself trying to listen in.
“Shane, my sister can take care of herself,” Rick says quietly.
“Yeah, yeah, you said that before, and look what happened.” Shane mutters bitterly under his breath before storming out.
Shane acknowledges you with a head nod but says nothing. You place the carrier chair Patrica had found the day before gently on the dried-up grass below, smiling slightly as Jace takes in his new surroundings.
His moodiness was starting to irritate you; since his conversation with Rick, he’d done nothing but sulk and had bitten Glenn’s head off when he asked a question about patrolling the area. “Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”
You click your tongue and say, “Fine, we’ll see you back at the house.”
Watching you go to pick up the carrier chair, Shane sighs, “y/n?”
You turn back around just as he starts to climb down. You cross your arms over, “Yeah?”
You're not sure if it’s the cold breeze of the wind or the look on his face, but a chill shoots down your spine. Now, standing right in front of you, you can see the uncertainty in Shane’s dark eyes.
“After I got Jace from Rick, I spoke to Lori, or more, she spoke to me. I went to take the little man outside for some fresh air, and she followed me.”
“She thanked me for looking after her and Carl when the world first went to shit. She then, uh, told me she messed everything up and doesn’t know who the baby’s father is.”
Feeling as if you’ve been punched in the gut, you step back from him. Shane attempts to touch you, but you turn to the side and vomit.
He rubs at your back and, in a concerned tone, says, “I’m sorry, y/n. For all of it.”
You bite on your bottom lip, refusing to let any tears fall. It had been so hard for you to forgive them both, but you thought you and Lori had reached some kind of unspoken agreement to never mention them sleeping together again, but it seems you were wrong. You take the almost worn-out bobble from your wrist and use it to tie your hair back before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “What did you say?”
“I told her I think Carl will make a great big brother. Come on, y/n. We’ve been over this,” he says, stepping forward and holding onto your wrists. “Don’t let this get between us again. Lori is only bringing it up because she thinks this is what caused the distance between me and Rick.”
“You didn’t tell her the truth, did you?”
“No, of course not. Only the three of us know about it, and it’s going to stay that way.”
You tilt your head back and ask, “Is that what you and my brother were arguing about earlier?”
Shane, let’s go and scoffs. “Carl came to me with a gun he’d stolen from Daryl the day before, and I just said I thought Rick should talk to him about it. And then he said Randall took priority—”
“How did I get brought into this?”
Shane seems somewhat hesitant to tell you; he’s never been one to shy away from telling the truth, so it worried you that he wasn’t.
“Whatever it is, just tell me.”
“Rick chewed my head off when I said you couldn’t sleep downstairs…”
The look you give him silently tells him to continue.
“Things got heated when I said he should have just killed the son of a bitch, and he made a comment about how it’s not like before, and I can’t just take the law into my own hands.”
There’s no holding back the tears as you feel another wave of betrayal crash down on you. “He brought it up?”
Furious, you turn and go back to the farm house.
“He promised.” Rick had promised to never throw what happened that night in Shane’s face again.
“Wait, I’ll give you a ride to the farmhouse.”
You swing the car door open before Shane even breaks. You unbuckle your belt and storm towards Rick, who’s standing on the front porch alone. Shane follows closely behind while holding Jace.
You shove him in the chest and say, “You're an asshole.”
He looks between you and Shane, shocked by your outburst towards him.
“You promised me, you promised—” You go to shove him again, but you’re held back. “Let go of me, Daryl!”
“Go easy before you hurt yourself; you don’t want to bust up your arm again.”
You wriggled out of his grip and glared at your brother; you could see the guilt written all over Rick’s face. “The one fucking thing I’ve ever asked of you, and you couldn’t even do that.”
After you’ve gone inside, you hear Daryl say, “I’ve no idea what shitstorm is going on, but I’d let her cool down.”
You watch as Daryl loads up the truck and walks over, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Hey,” you motion to the gun in the holster on your hip. “I thought you might want this since you’re low on arrows.”
Since you’re holding Jace, he takes it from the holster and inspects it. “Is this Dale’s gun?”
“Yeah. What you did last night was really brave, you know.”
He shrugs. “I did what anyone would do.”
You drew Jace close, nuzzling his cheek. “About earlier…”
“Don't; me and Merle used to fight all the time. It was what siblings do.”
Daryl observes you interacting with Jace, making silly faces, and kissing his face. He grunts, “Rick is not stupid, and neither are you.”
Before Daryl has the chance to say anything else, T-dog runs around the corner and says, “Randall and Shane are gone!”
While everyone searches the barn for clues on where Randall, a skinny kid, could possibly have dragged Shane, you stand by the tree line, watching your fiancé hide.
After a few moments, Shane comes out of the treeline, his face covered in blood from a cut on the bridge of his nose. “Rick! Rick!”
“He’s armed. He’s got my gun!”
Carl looks up at him, worried. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. A little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face.”
“All right, Hershel, T-dog, get everybody back in the house,” Rick says, taking charge. “Lock all the doors and windows. Glenn, Daryl, come with us.”
“Y/n, I’m going to need that gun.” Shane stares at the empty holster. He gives you a questioning look that turns to a glare when he notices Daryl has it.
“Here, take this,” T-dog says.
Once Shane has his gun, you step closer as if you were going to kiss his cheek and whisper, “Do you really think anyone will believe he got the jump on you? I just watched you bury your gun. Whatever the hell you’re up to, better not get anyone hurt. I mean it, Shane.”
“We need to go,” he says, pulling back. He lightly brushes his hand over Jace’s hair and says, “I love you.”
Chewing on your bottom lip, you internally debate whether you should have said something or not. At the time, it made sense what Shane’s plan was: he’d take Randall into the woods and kill him, then pretend he ran away. But now it was dark and nobody had returned, causing a knot to tighten in your stomach.
Something was seriously wrong.
You look back out of the window and notice a figure running outside. Oh shit. Carl had snuck out.
You quietly rush downstairs and stick your head in the kitchen where Maggie, Patrice, and Beth were sitting. “Can you guys watch Jace for a minute? Thanks.”
It doesn’t take you long till you catch up with Carl and say, “Go back to the house now.”
“Aunt y/n, what are my dad and Shane doing?”
You follow his gaze to one of the small hills surrounding the farm and notice Shane pointing his gun at Rick. Your heart sinks. “Carl, run back to the house and tell your mom and T-dog to come out here, okay?”
“Please, just do as I say.”
Soon as you see him running in the direction of the house, you sprint towards the hill. You slow down when you reach them; your brother notices you, but Shane, who’s facing the opposite way, doesn’t.
“You really believe if you walk back into that farm alone. No me, no Randall.”
“Do you really believe they’re going to buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?”
“That’s just it. It ain’t no story. I saw that prisoner shoot you down. I ran after him and snapped his neck. It ain’t going to be easy, but y/n, Carl, and Lori—they'll get over you. And my son will have no memory of who you ever were.”
You remember the fear and desperation you felt when you were alone in the city when the apocalypse first started, and you know that you can't let that same fear consume you again.
You raise the gun in your hand and click the safety off. “I found your gun.”
“The one Randall stole, right?” Rick growls.
“Y/n, you shouldn’t be here for this.”
You look to your brother, who gives you a pleading look and says, “Go before you get hurt.”
Offended, Shane placed his gun closer to Rick's chest. “Hurt her? I’ve done a lot of fucked-up shit I’m not proud of, but I’ve never once hurt her. Isn’t that right, y/n? I’ve dedicated my life to keeping you safe; that’s why you’re going to leave and pretend you didn’t see anything.”
You had created this monster yourself by turning a blind eye to Otis’s death and choosing not to believe what Dale said.
Tears roll down your cheeks, and your voice breaks as you speak. “I’ve told you before, Shane, I love you; I really do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I won’t choose you over my brother.”
Your words only cause Shane to try and taunt your brother into fighting him. “You got a broken woman. A weak boy. And your sister? I’m sorry to say, sweetheart, but you’re just as fucked up as I am. And Rick, you ain’t got the first clue how to fix it. Now raise your gun.”
Rick puts his hands up and says, “You're going to have to kill an unarmed man.”
“Shane, please,” you beg. “Please don’t make me do this.”
“You ain’t going to do shit.”
Biting down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood, you aim for Shane’s leg but miss and graze his foot.
Rick takes the opportunity to try and tackle him, and the two end up in a scuffle. You try and attempt to break it up but are shoved back. The only stop is when Shane's Rick is pinned to the ground, his hand wrapped around his neck with one hand and his gun to his head with the other.
“Shane, I’m begging you. Please, let him go. We can go; we can leave, just like you wanted. Just me, you, and Jace.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not; I’m not; I swear we can go.”
“You’re that great of a mom, y/n, that I know you won’t let me near Jace for some time after I kill his uncle.”
You fall to your knees seconds after another gunshot rings out, and you scream. You’d just shot someone you loved. You toss the gun behind you and quickly crawl over to them, place your hand on Shane’s chest, and sob, “What did I do, Rick? What did I just do?”
“Shane, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Rick kneels beside you and tries to help put pressure on the wound. “You made her do it. Why did you make her do it?”
“I love you, Shane; I’m so sorry.”
For a split second, a smile crosses Shane’s lips before his features become lifeless.
Rick lets out a wailing sound that you hadn’t heard him make since your father died. He then pulls you back from Shane’s body as you cry hysterically. “I just killed him. I just killed the father of my child.”
He holds you tightly. “You had to; you had to, otherwise, he would have killed me, and god knows who else.”
You both turn in horror and face a distraught-looking Carl.
Rick walks towards him but freezes when Carl raises his gun.
“No, no, put the gun down, munchkin.”
Carl pulls the trigger and shoots something behind you. Moving out the way you cry out, seeing it’s Shane’s body, he’d turned into a walker.
Taking deep breaths, you close your eyes, listening to your brother try to console his son. When you open them again, you see a horde of walkers walking right towards you.
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