warnings: smut ofc!, age gap, squirting, and intercourse.
Shane Walsh x Fem!Reader
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It’s been two months since the apocalypse broke out and ever since then I’ve been in a group. The group was fine, I mean I can’t really complain, as long as I’m with people I don’t care. There’s a guy in our group called Shane, he’s sort of been our “leader.” He had all the qualities, he was brave, assertive, and was a police officer before the outbreak, I respected him. He’s nice to me but I just wish he would look at me like how he looks at Lori. I get that I’m on the younger side but Shane is so hot.
It’s pretty obvious that Shane and Lori were hooking up, they would both sneak off to the woods together and come back at the same time, it made me jealous. And you would think with Lori’s husband coming back that Shane would stop looking at her with those desperate eyes, but he didn’t stop. My heart aches anytime he looks at her like that because it should be me, not her. Why does Lori want Shane? She has her own husband who Cleary loves her-hell he found her and their son in the apocalypse. And Shane and Rick are best friends, why the hell would Shane want his wife?
It was around late in the after noon as I laying in on the soft grass in the woods. I sometimes come out here just to be myself and get away from everyone. I know it’s dumb to be by myself in the woods during a zombie apocalypse while it’s getting dark but I just wanna watch the sunset. It’s beautiful, one of the only good things left in this fallen world.
I heard a tree branch snapped and I quickly pulled out my pistol. I was stupid enough to be out here by myself but not that stupid to not bring any weapons. I aimed my gun at where the sound came from as I saw Shane slowly walk out from behind the tall grass and trees. Oh thank God. I thought it was a walker or some random person. I sighed in relief as I lowered my gun. “Are you crazy?!” Shane shouted as he walked up to me. I stood still and didn’t answer which I could tell frustrated him a bit more than he already was.
“Why the hell would you be out here by yourself? Thought something happened to your little ass.” He said as he waving his hands everywhere. I looked at the ground as I answered his question. “I just..wanted a little bit of alone time..” I shrugged. He shook his head in disbelief before he spoke up again. “No such thing as alone time in a zombie apocalypse, kid.”
I groaned as I rolled my eyes. “Can you just go? I wanna watch the sunset for a little bit longer.” I said as my voice came out a bit shaky. I’m not used to confrontation, it wasn’t really my strong suit..and as hot as Shane is, he does scare me a little. Shane let out a scoff as I looked up at him. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He questioned while he crossed his arms. My eyes squinted at his question. Why does he give a damn if I roll my eyes or not?
“Like I said..I’m gonna sit here and watch the sunset.” I replied as I sat back down on the grass completely ignoring his question about me rolling my eyes. My back was turned to him and I thought he would walk away but he only walked closer to me. “I’m not playing these childish games with you, get up!” He yelled but I simply ignored him as I looked up at the sky. “Seriously?” He scoffed as I just hummed. “It’s getting late, come on.” Shane demanded as he was now crouched down to my level.
He was starting to get on my nerves now. I’m a grown woman and I can go wherever I please. “Make me.” I replied. That was the last straw for him. “Make me?” He repeated to himself as he had his hand over his mouth in disbelief. He was off to the side of me laughing to himself, shocked someone would ever disobey his orders. I thought by this point he’d leave me alone but nope. His strong arms lifted me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder. “Shane!” I shouted as he was walking off with me in his arms.
“Put me down!” I demanded as I punched, slapped, and kicked him but he didn’t budge. “You think I’d leave you out here to be eaten by some damn zombie? Or worse, have some crazy guy come out here and take you?!” He asked as I started getting even more annoyed. “You’re acting like that crazy guy!” I complained as he chuckled. “So damn stubborn.” Shane said to himself as I was still hanging over his shoulder. “And even if I was to encounter some crazy guy I could easily defend myself! I have a gun!” I argued. “Yeah? And what if your aim messed up? Some guy could easily over power your little ass.” His southern accent was so thick..I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on. But that still doesn’t take away from him practically kidnapping me!
“I wanna watch the sunset!” I whined as held onto one of the trees he walked past which made him abruptly stop. “Stop acting like a damn baby, would ya’?” He rhetorically asked but I still hung on to the tree, stopping him from going on any further. “Since you wanna act like a fucking brat.” He said before he took me off his shoulders and roughy placed me on the ground. I confused on what he was going to do until he hovered above me and took off his shirt. My eyes widened, is this really happening?
“Shane..” My voice lowly said as I touched his abs, I had to feel if he was real or not, if this is a dream. “Don’t fucking act like you don’t want this!” He started off. “You don’t think I hear you almost every night when you think everyone else is sleep? Playing with your pussy and moaning my name.” He added as he unbuckled his belt. My panties began to dampen at his words. I couldn’t control myself any more, I just went for it. I grabbed the back as his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. Our tongues sloshed against each other as Shane grunted pulling me closer to him.
His grip on my waist was tight as I opened my legs so he could get in between. “I see the way you look at me.” He said in between the kiss as my heart raced a bit faster, I never knew he paid attention to me like that. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” I asked after I pulled away from our kiss. Shane was breathless now as his lips were inches away from mine and our foreheads touching. “I kept trying to force myself not to go after you cus’ you were too young but..” He paused as he was looking into my eyes. “Who’s gonna stop me now?” He finished as I brought him into another kiss while he began to pull my pants down.
I lifted my hips so he could pull them down all the way, we both pulled away from the kiss before he pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang free from his boxers and I couldn’t help but to stare at it. It was thick, veiny, and had a slight curve to it. Shane smirked at my reaction as he wrapped his hand around his cock but I quickly stopped him. “Wait!” I said as I moved his hand and looked up at him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked with a worried look on his face. “I..wanna do it.” I softly said as I touched the tip of his cock. “Go right ahead, mama” He said with that thick southern accent. I wrapped my hand around his length as I moved my hand up and down on his cock. Shane’s head flew back with closed eyes. “Fuck!” He grunted. “You’re so big.” I said with a bite to my lip as I still jerked his cock. His head went back down and his gaze was towards me. “You wanna put it in?” He asked as I eagerly nodded. Shane pulled my panties to the side before I rubbed his aching cock against my folds. He sucked a breath in as I rubbed his tip up and down against me.
“Put it in, baby.” He lowly stated as he looked down between us. I did as told and put only his tip inside me because it was already such a stretch. I whined and squeezed my eyes at the feeling. “How are you this fucking tight?” He grunted before pulling his tip out and fully shoving himself in me. “Oh my gosh!” I moaned loudly as I gripped his shoulders. Shane grunted at the feeling of being inside as he started to thrust at a steady pace. “You’re so big!” I whined. His skin was clapping with mines as he thrusted. “And you’re taking it so good.” He lowly said before kissing me.
I was sort of getting a thrill out of this, knowing a walker could come and kill us at any second, or someone from the group could find us like this. My hands were trailing all over his muscular back as his thrusts sped up. “Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this.” Shane groaned. My wetness was loud, the squelching sound every time he went in and out of me. I couldn’t help but to look down at where we were connected. His huge pink cock stretching my pussy out. Shane chuckled at me looking at the sight beneath before he started rubbing circles on my clit. “Fuck!” I screamed. “You like that, huh?” He cockily asked as my legs began to shake. “It’s too much!” I whined as I tried to move his hand from my clit but he was too strong for me.
“I’m not stopping until you squirt.” He stated as I threw my head back into the grass. “I can’t!” I complained as he started rubbing faster circles while still thrusting. “Yes you can, you’re gonna do it.” He demanded as I pouted. His other thumb rubbed my pouted lips. “You better fix your attitude ‘fore I fuck it outta’ you.” He sternly said. Shane was already big enough, I was scared that if he fucked me hard, I might bleed. I was focused on him rubbing circles and my hips began to buck forward. “I wanna see that pretty pussy squirt on my cock.” Shane grunted.
It was like something inside me snapped at his words, I started to gush all over him, some of it even got onto his shirt. “Such a good girl, baby, fuck!” He moaned as he pulled out of me and lifted my shirt up to cum on my stomach. My legs were still shaking at his actions before and I was breathless. Shane caught his breath while he rubbed his hands on my thighs before speaking up.
NOTES: well well well, here we are again. based on this ask
TW: no walkers au, no smut but suggestive themes, younger!reader (over 18, but no age stated), Shane is your moms boyfriend and you live with your mom, kind of girly!reader but not too bad, that’s all I think, this is pretty tame but yummy don’t worry
MASTERLIST
You love your mom in the same way you love rainstorms. Both are loud, familiar, occasionally a little destructive, but still part of the landscape of your life. You do not, however, love her taste in romantic partners. She means well. She always does. Her problem is that she falls in love fast with men who take up too much space and give nothing back. Men who needed managing. Men who treated you like an unwanted accessory to the relationship instead of a person who existed independently of it.
There had been Chris who played Xbox at least 6 hours a day. Then there was Milo who tried to convince your mom to kick you out during the first week of their relationship. And then there were the two Scotts back to back, both equally awful. Next was Phil- or had it been Frank? Maybe Fred?? Whatever his name was, he had perpetually smelled like pepperoni. And that was just this year.
So when Shane moved in, you braced yourself for another round of your least favorite game: dodging the new boyfriend.
All this meant another loud voice in the house. Another man with unwarranted opinions. Another temporary fixture.
Except Shane didn’t feel temporary at all.
He didn’t arrive with declarations or empty promises. He just… folded himself into the rhythm of the place. Mornings smelled like strong coffee and toast. Evenings came with quiet routines—greasing squeaky hinges, changing lightbulbs, tightening screws on things that rattled. He didn’t ask for praise. He didn’t even announce what he was doing, he just noticed what needed doing and handled it.
And then there was the way he treated you.
Not like a kid. Not like an obligation. He remembered the little things—the way you hated the radio talk show host on the local channel, the way you liked your eggs for breakfast, that sometimes you just needed a minute to get things off your chest when you got home from a bad day.
When your mom would snap too sharply or come home looking to pick a fight, Shane would intervene with a steady voice and an even expression, “hey, cmon now, y’know that ain’t fair.” As if defending you was instinctive.
That alone would’ve been enough to soften you.
Unfortunately, he was also devastatingly handsome in a way that snuck up on you. Nothing flashy. Not even polished. Just broad shoulders and rough, capable hands and a smile that felt earned instead of practiced. His voice—low, drawling, unhurried—had a way of wrapping around words like he was taking care with them, like he knew the effect they had.
From the very beginning, there had been a current between you. Not sparks. Not fireworks. Something slower and more dangerous. A gravity you couldn’t quite explain. Glances that lingered a fraction longer than they should. The way his attention found you in a room without any effort. Inside jokes meant just for you two. A sense that he was always very… aware of you.
And you were aware of him right back.
Which was why you’d done the sensible thing and started dating a man who was aggressively unremarkable.
Evan was… fine. Evan was harmless. Evan was what you were supposed to want. He texted you good morning and good night every day. He showed up when he said he would. He thought romance was consistency and sex was something you completed rather than participated in. His idea of being spontaneous was getting Panda Express last Friday instead of the usual pizza.
You told yourself that was enough. You told yourself that passion had to settle down eventually. This was just part of growing up and you’d get over it.
But there were only so many nights you could lay there staring at the ceiling, your body pursed for a release with nowhere for it to go. Only so many you could sit awake at night thinking about how you felt so lonely despite the man sharing your bed.
That was when you decided to end it. Well, to make him end it. You hated breaking up with people. You hated how the guy would always make you out to be some kind of evil psychopath, all the while leaving out the many ways he fell short leading up to the split. So you’d put that burden on Evan, it was the least he could do.
It didn’t need to be dramatic or cruel, you just wanted him to lose interest. Simple enough, right?
So you built a plan.
Step one: stop being appealing.
No more effort.
No more flirting.
No more carefully chosen little sets with meticulously paired accessories. Oh no, Evan was getting loooooow maintenance. Messy, even.
The main issue you’re facing now is that you don’t own a single thing that would fit that category. This is glaringly clear as your hot-pink tracksuit clad reflection stares back at you from your full body mirror and, damn, does it fit you well. You almost hate to push your fashion sense aside, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
This was how you end up standing outside your mom and Shane’s bedroom. The door was ajar and there sat Shane, folding your mom’s laundry, because of course he was folding her laundry. He’s perfect. You bit the inside of your cheek as you knocked on the door frame.
His eyes lifted to meet yours almost immediately, brow lifting in mild surprise. “Hey, darlin’. Everything alright?”
“Oh yeah, toooootally great,” you said brightly, forcing a reassuring smile to your lips. “I just need to ask an itty bitty favor. Can I borrow something?”
He set the sweater in his hands down on the comforter, standing from the bed. “‘Course you can. Whatcha need?”
“One of your sweatshirts.”
The pause was subtle—but it was there.
“…Mine? You sure you don’t want one of your mom’s cardigans or something?”
“Noooo, I definitely think I need yours,” you nodded. “The biggest one you have, if possible. Something that looks like it’s been through a war. OH- that police academy one you wore the other day, maybe? With the stains?” You tried to tamp down on the giddiness you were feeling at the thought of how frumpy you’re going look. This was going to be great.
Shane laughed under his breath. “That thing’s gonna swallow you, darlin’.”
“I know, it’s perfect.”
He disappeared into the closet and came back with a hoodie that looked soft and worn and unmistakably his. When he handed it over, your fingers brushed the soft, piling material. He cleared his throat.
“I hate to break it to ya, kid, but that things nowhere near fitting you.” He was clearly very amused with this whole occurrence.
“Exactly, that’s the point.” You tugged it on right there, fabric sliding down your arms, sleeves hiding your hands, hem grazing the hem of your shorts on your thighs. It felt absurd and comfortable and, strangely, a little intimate.
Shane stared.
Not rudely, but openly. Just long enough to tell you something wasn’t lining up in his head.
“And you’re plannin’ on wearin’ that out the house?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Shane knew you well enough by now to have picked up on the fact that you never left the house looking short of perfect.
“Sure am,” you chirped excitedly, unable to help yourself from primping in the mirror against the far wall.
“…Why? You going to some kind of themed party?”
And, for some reason, you didn’t lie.
You laughed first—too fast, too light—like maybe if you said it casually enough it wouldn’t sound insane. “Okay, well—this is going to sound terrible, but I’m kind of trying to get my boyfriend to break up with me.”
That earned you a real laugh—startled, loud, completely unguarded.
“You’re kiddin’.”
“I wish,” you blurted, and then it was like the dam broke and you couldn’t stop the words pouring from your mouth. “He’s just—Shane, he’s so boring. And I feel awful saying that, because he’s technically nice, but it’s the kind of nice where there’s nothing underneath it? Like beige walls. Or unseasoned chicken. And every time we hang out I feel like I’m doing homework instead of… I don’t know, living my life?”
You waved a hand, already spiraling. “And I keep telling myself that this is what being an adult is supposed to be like, right? Stable, predictable, whatever—but I’m just sitting there thinking, is this it? Is this what I’m signing up for forever? Because that feels like a trap.”
You sucked in a breath, face warm now.
“And—oh god—this is where it gets really tragic,” you rushed on. “He’s terrible in bed. Like not even awkward-because-he-cares terrible. Just… bad. Like he thinks effort is optional. Like he pats my hip after like he’s done a good job and I’m lying there staring at the ceiling wondering if I’ll have to fake a headache for the rest of my life.”
Shane turned his head away, coughing into his hand to cover the laugh that bubbled up.
“Alright,” he said, laughing harder despite himself. “That’s enough. Way more than I needed.”
You clamped your mouth shut, mortified, tugging the sweatshirt sleeves over your hands. “Sorry—sorry. I don’t know why I’m talking so much. I’m just so tired of feeling like I’m silly for wanting more.”
“So anyway,” you continued, lighter and matter-of-fact, “I figured if I stopped dressing like myself, he’d finally lose interest and break up with me.”
Shane leaned back against the wall, arms folding, gaze drifting over you again. Slower this time. Warmer. Locked in fully on you.
“Sweetheart,” he said, shaking his head, “that ain’t how men work.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together, “it’s not?”
“Nope.” His mouth tilted into a half-smile. “A man loves seein’ his woman in his clothes.”
Your stomach flipped, sharp and sudden.
“And,” he added, casual as could be, “he really hates seein’ her in someone else’s. Makes him territorial.”
“Oh,” you said slowly, glancing down at the sleeves pooling over your hands, “territorial is bad?”
Shane huffed a quiet laugh, eyes still on you. “Sweetheart,” he said, “wearing another man’s clothes doesn’t make you less appealing. It makes a man notice you more.”
You looked back up at him. “Meaning?”
“Meaning,” he replied, voice easy but unmistakably warm, “it makes a guy picture things. Wonder things. Start thinkin’ about you wearin’ his stuff instead. Maybe even start imaging you with nothing on at all.”
Your breath caught—just a little.
“Oh,” you said again, trying for casual and not quite landing it. “So this isn’t reading as ‘unattractive.’”
“No, ma’am,” he said softly. “Not even close.”
You tugged at the cuff again, suddenly very aware of how familiar the fabric felt. “Guess I picked the wrong strategy.”
Shane’s mouth curved, slow and knowing. “Guess you did.”
“Okay, well, I’ll… rethink things, I guess.” You backed away before either of you could say something worse, smile soft but pulse skittering. “Mind if I keep the sweatshirt for the day anyway?”
Shane didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even blink. “Be my guest, darlin’.”
Something warm flickered low in your chest. You turned and walked down the hall.
Behind you, Shane exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face, voice barely audible—
“Lord help me.”
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jealous!rick
– who’s careful to keep how he feels quiet, but that doesn’t stop his body from speaking for him. most people wouldn’t recognize it, but those closest to him realize it in an instant–the way his jaw would tense, how his eyes lock onto you like a hunter to a deer, and that deep crease sinking further into his brow the longer he would scowl.
– if you got the hint and were able to pry yourself away from whoever was getting too close, rick was quick to mark his territory. his hands would be on you the entire day, starting with subtle, creeping hands that always found their way to the small of your back–tapping impatient circles on your skin, he would try to distract himself from whoever was bothering him in the moment.
– any longer in public than he had anticipated and he would begin to slowly wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest–a seemingly innocent gesture. it wasn’t until after a few minutes would go by and he’d slowly sway your hips in sync, humming to whatever melody was stuck in his head, only to brush his lips impatiently against your ear.
– “y’know everyone in here s’lookin’ at how pretty you are,” he’d whisper, breath leaving goosebumps in its wake. “some of ‘em gettin’ too good of a look.” his voice more stern now, he’d grip your waist tight, pulling you even closer.
– once you two were alone, he would always be quick to run his mouth. “i don’t like the way he was talkin’ to you–gettin’ so close like that.” he’d seeth, lips already sucking spots into your skin, fingertips roaming the hem of your shirt. “he ain’t makin’ it in the group makin’ moves at you like that.”
– you’d try to protest, brush the interaction off as playful banter–that they were just trying to be friendly. rick would have none of it though, possessiveness running deep in his veins at the thought of what was his being taken. the group itself was a large enough responsibility–one that the actions of were mostly out of his control, people did what they wanted and kept secrets–but you, you were something that was certain.
– he would love the way you always looked up to him, those big puppy dog eyes glancing up at him each time something went wrong, knowing he’d have the answer, and even if he didn’t, you’d trust him to come up with one. his jealousy wouldn’t stem from a lack of trust or some deep insecurity, but rather the fact that he knew you relied on him to swoop in and claim his mark–almost expected it.
– no matter the pushback, the excuses you’d give, it was all some drawn out game to see that territorial glint in his eyes, the way his grip would gain some extra force, that last bit of restraint within him snapping. so when he would stuff you deep, hands clumsily wrapped in your hair, you were right where you wanted to be.
– typically rick was a giving lover, a more tender and gentle approach to sex–only even referring to it as ‘making love’–but things would be different when he gets jealous. it’d be raw passion, barely ever even making it to the bedroom. he’d have you draped over the first surface he could find in the house. rick would be teasing and cruel, chasing his own release while denying you your own and only after you had properly begged for it would he give it to you.
“think you deserve to cum, hmm?” he’d tease, playfully smiling down at you, brushing the hair from your eyes. “let me hear what you’d say next time someone tries to talk to you like that? maybe then you’ll get a reward.”
babbling out nonsense, you’d grab at his chest, trying to brace yourself against the counter.
“p-please, i need it so bad,” you’d whine, arching your back up into him each time he’d pull away.
he’d tsk, popping his slick coated fingers into your mouth. “that’s not what i asked, darlin’.” although his pace was slower, each time he’d pull out there would be a brief moment before he’d slam back into your walls, ripping a muffled scream from your lips.
jealous!daryl
– daryl would be more vocal in the moment, typically resorting to a short burst of anger that he would instantly regret. any lingering emotions would all be tucked back within himself, hiding in some reserved shell the rest of the day.
– without a second thought, anytime he saw something that made him the slightest bit jealous, there would immediately be a conflict. he would come in between you and whoever was getting too close, angrily spitting out a warning.
– “i ain’t one to talk so i advise you back off,” he’d say, voice low with warning. turning to you, his arms would be crossed, not the slightest hint of amusement in his stare. “‘n don’t you start lookin’ at me like you’re all innocent.” his words, coming from a deep place of insecurity and mistrust, would test your patience and press a nerve sometimes, but you always knew it was a storm that would pass.
– sometimes you’d give into his anger, push back when he’d step too far and his insults crossed a line. even though you would know he didn’t mean it, there were times he wouldn’t know when to stop and you’d scream right back at him with tears prickling in your eyes.
– daryl would usually be the first to storm off. in any other situation he would resort to violence, be hasty to get his fists across anyone’s face who ticked him off the way you did. but he knew it wasn’t actually you, rather a version of yourself his mind tried to make him see–a false reality of a hateful, cruel lover who was using him, just like everyone else in his life. so he would remove himself from the situation, especially when he could see the hurt written plain across your face, loud and clear for him to see and feel like a bullet through the chest.
– letting his feet take him wherever, he always took a walk after he let his jealousy get the best of him. clearing his mind, he’d rehearse some fumbled apology in his mind–the words never coming out as sincere as he’d meant them. only when the sun dipped low beneath the horizon would he come back, knowing that despite being mad, you were still worried for him.
– head hung low, daryl would creep back into the camp, guilt bubbling in his chest. you were of course awake and waiting for him, arms crossed as you held your gun steady in your hands–pointed straight at him. “tell me why i shouldn’t shoot you right now, daryl.” he knew you would never, just trying to show how worried you were without actually having to say it. “had rick on my ass for hours asking where you were.”
– he would never admit it, but he loved the way you worried about him–the way you’d make him feel cared for. even if it was through stern scolding and harsh swears, he knew it was all because you loved him and it reeled him in each time. “m’real sorry.” he’d say your name to get your attention, let you know that he truly means it. “shouldn’t have said all that stuff…i jus’ don’ like seein’ guys look at you like that. they get all bug eyed like they ain’t ever seen a pretty woman before ‘n-”
– you’d always cut him off in his rambles, reassure him that things were okay and you’d always be right there waiting for him. “shut up,” you’d sigh, patting the spot next to you. “i’ve been up all night, the least you could do is give me a good night's sleep.”
– smiling, he’d wonder what he did to deserve someone as understanding as you. no matter how many times he’d let his own self get in the way of things, let his self-doubt speak for him, you were always there to reassure him. he’d lay beside you, back turned with that last piece of guilt shielding him from fully giving into you. wrapping your arm around his waist, you’d pull yourself closer, breathing in his scent.
jealous!shane
– this man would go absolutely feral for you if you’d let him. over time he’d learn to control his temper, lower his impulses and not do anything you’d be disappointed in him for later. that temper would never leave him though–fist clenched and jaw tense, he would immediately be by your side the second he smelt trouble.
– even if things seemed innocent enough, the second you were alone with any man, he would intervene. whether it was more subtle like casually tossing his arm over your shoulders, or to make a statement like bumping shoulders with whoever you were speaking to, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close while he took over the conversation–shane always made his appearance.
– in the beginning of your relationship he would be more violent. shove, punch, or even beat any guy that so dared to innocently flirt with you. after many screaming matches and late night arguments though, shane was able to take out his jealousy in another way.
– he knew you were all his and you made it clear to him that you knew it too. giving yourself to him each time you stumbled to bed after a big dinner or party–sometimes wandering further away from the group–his hands would be all over you, roughly grasping at every part of your skin, marking the parts that only he could see.
– even with your entire body marked as his–bite marks, scratches, his scent lingering deep into your skin–it still wouldn’t be enough for him. every outing where there would be new people, someone he’d sense as a threat, he would be right there beside you the entire night. when someone would call him off to the side, no matter the urgency, you were either coming with him or he was sat still with you happily talking away seated right on his lap.
– shane’s jealousy would be just a permanent part of him nor would he care to learn where it stemmed from–if anything at all. it would always be a large part of him, the reason he had never kept a solid relationship. but with you, his jealousy was something you would crave–the possessiveness a trait you had just expected with him. his endless desire for you would be shown through every word, lingering touch, and the way he made sure everyone in the room knew you were his.
– in his moments of anger, the rage he’d feel boiling in his stomach would never be directed at you. he knew you’d only had eyes for him–he was just upset that others couldn’t see that too. so if it took the occasional bloodied fist and broken nose for someone to get the hint, then that’s what he would do.
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summary : Shane looks for a lost gun in the vehicle you’ve been camping in for a week, but finds something better instead! WC: 2,069
warnings/tags : sexually explicit content MDNI!, car sex, semi-public sex, praise kink, manhandling, vaginal fingering, age difference, top Shane Walsh, dominance, hair-pulling, no aftercare
It had been three weeks since the world went to shit—three weeks of surviving instead of living. Thankfully, within those three weeks, you managed to find protection in a small group you happened upon while wandering along the freeway. Being a woman all alone in this new, monstrous world, the group took you in without much thought. They were all kind enough, but one man in particular stuck out to you from the first day.
He was a little older than you usually went for—around the mid-thirties—but it made no difference to you. His name was Shane, a cop in King’s County before the outbreak, and he sure played the part: strong-willed, loud, and in charge. You two had been eyeing each other since the day you arrived, although you aren’t sure if you have been imagining it or not. There was no imagining the way his hands gripped you during shooting practice, though—firm, steady, and filled with enough tension to make your knees grow weak.
When the sun had long past set, after another exhausting day of surviving, you told the group goodnight and hopped into the backseat of the black SUV you had been camping in the past several nights. It was a little cramped, but it was better than being walker food.
Grabbing the green blanket off the floor, you threw it over yourself and lay across the seats. You closed your eyes, though you knew it would be a while until you fell asleep; it always was now.
Not ten minutes had passed of counting sheep when a tapping noise came from the window. A noise too controlled to be a walker.
Sitting up, you went to open the door, but it was opened for you. Shane stood there, his messy black hair absorbing the moonlight while his eyes reflected the pale light like they were the entrances to Heaven itself. He was gazing at you in wonder, like he wasn’t the one who had approached you.
“Yes?” you questioned, a little flustered by his unexpected appearance.
“Dale says we’re missin’ a gun,” he told you in that gritty, southern drawl, glancing back at the RV about twenty feet away. “I’m not sayin’ you took it, but I gotta look in here.”
You turned your head to the RV as well. There was no one outside, save for Dale on top of the RV and Glenn in front of it. Shrugging, you obliged and scooted to the seat on the left so he could check in the car since you didn’t feel like getting out. You knew you didn’t have the gun, so there was really no need.
Leaning into the SUV, it was very hard to miss the way his muscles moved as he rummaged around the floor. His tan shirt tucked into his similarly colored pants really worked wonders in getting you excited.
Suddenly, he was inside the car with the door shut. “This’ll be faster,” he grunted as his bicep brushed across your legs while searching the floor under your seat.
Your eyes widened, and you felt a small pulse between your legs. Your cheeks heated up in an instant, which only further flustered you. It was a simple touch. How could that have gotten you worked up?
It was as if he knew what he was doing, because his arm drifted across your knee as he sat up, lingering longer than necessary. He wasn’t acknowledging it, though; Shane just kept going through the things in the car.
“I think it’s pretty obvious I don’t have the gun by now,” you said after another minute of him searching.
He let out a small breath of laughter, scratched his head, and then side-eyed the RV. “I don’t know. Could be hidin’ it on your person.”
“What, are you gonna pat me down or something, Mr. Officer?” you joked, rolling your eyes playfully.
The corners of his mouth turned up, almost mischievously. “Got no other choice.”
You narrowed your eyes, trying to read his tone. Was he joking? Was he serious? You didn’t know, but having his hands on you right now was far from the worst situation you could be in. “Should I step out or…?”
“Nah, it’s fine. Here’ll work,” he responded, motioning for you to lift your arms.
You did as he gestured, and he began to pat you down with his palms. Shane started with your shoulders, moving to your arms slowly. When he got to your chest area, he softened his touch, but the way his callous hands glided over your nipple made you realize the pulsing between your legs came back.
Moving down your chest and to your stomach, his hands stopped just shy of your V-line. You gazed into his eyes and saw a trace of appreciation in his eyes, maybe even hunger.
Biting your lip, your eyes dropped to his mouth, which was slightly hung open, as if he was marveling at the sight in front of him that was you.
“I gotta be honest, Y/N, there ain’t a gun missin’,” he admitted breathily with his hands now gripping onto your hips lightly, like he was asking for further permission.
You looked at him, confused. “So—What? Why lie?”
“So I could do this.” Shane grabbed the back of your head and pulled it forward, your lips connecting magnetically.
Shocked at first, you quickly closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt into his kiss. His hand on your hip squeezed tighter, the other one tangling in your hair. He didn’t kiss lightly; he kissed you like he was starved, like a man who desperately needed this. And that only furthered your attraction—he needed you.
Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingernails gripped onto him with intensity. Shane abruptly wrapped his arms around your back and moved you from your sitting position to lying on your back. The blanket you were wrapped in was discarded carelessly on the floorboards; he was acting as your blanket now, on top of you, looking into your eyes with a smirk.
“This alright, pretty girl?” He drawled, tongue moving around his mouth hungrily.
You nodded vigorously, and he tugged the bottom of your shirt up. You allowed him to lift it over your head, revealing a lace bra you’d had on for days in a row. But that didn’t matter to him, clearly, as you felt his cock begin to harden in his pants against your thigh. With one hand behind your head for support, he grabbed one of your boobs and played with it before pushing it up to reveal your nipples.
Shane wasted no time in moving his mouth to one of them, flicking his tongue around while fondling your other nipple. Soft moans spilled out of your mouth, and the pulsing was non-stop, turning into wetness in your underwear.
When he took his mouth off you, he hurriedly pulled his shirt off, undoing his belt, too. He stripped until he was left in only his black boxers and silver dog tag necklace before doing the same to you, leaving you fully nude. You two would be exposed if anyone might walk by, but it was only Glenn and Dale at this hour, anyway, so caution was thrown to the wind.
“Fuck,” was all Shane said, taking in your beauty under him before he smashed his lips onto yours again. His hands roamed your entire body from your neck to your stomach, ass, and knees—his hands were absolutely everywhere.
Then, his hand dipped into the line between your cunt and thigh, teasing you by rubbing up and down beside your clit. Arching your back against the seats, you whined out a small, “Please.”
“Was that a ‘please’ I heard, darlin’?”
Giving him unsubtle fuck-me eyes with your mouth parted open, he took the hint and began to rub slow circles on your clit.
“Damn. You’re dripping already,” he groaned while pushing himself off of you, sitting up to peek out of the window. When he saw no one, he stayed sitting up, licking his lips as he pushed two fingers into you.
You gasped, gripping onto the side of the seats while his fingers curled deep inside of you, prompting a deep moan from you.
“Feel good, pretty girl?” Smirking again, he started to speed his pace up when he saw how good it was making you feel.
Arching your back, not bothering to hold your moans in, you got lost in his touch. When his thumb started working your clit, his breathing started to come in uneven hitches; he was turned on by how well he was pleasing you.
But it wasn’t enough; he grabbed your hand and placed it on his length, making you stroke him a few times before letting your hand go so you could do it yourself. His cock was long, thick, with precum seeping out of the tip.
Slowly increasing your pace of strokes, his breaths became more ragged, and he leaned down to kiss you once more. Shane guided your hand away from his dick and pinned both of your wrists against the car door behind you. Stroking himself with your wetness coating his fingers, he then lined it up to your entrance. He slapped it a couple of times against your cunt.
Without wasting another second, he pushed his entire cock inside of you in one smooth stroke, stretching you out around him. You threw your head back. “Shit,” you moaned.
Shane pumped into you slowly at first, making sure you could take him. Once he knew you could, his speed increased rapidly, inducing groans from you as well as him.
“You like that, pretty girl? How does it feel?” he asked seductively.
“Yes, fuck,” you managed to speak as he pounded in and out of you, hitting your G-spot with each stroke. Your back was not touching the seat at all, and needy noises poured out of your mouth, unwittingly.
Unexpectedly, he pulled out and flipped you around with ease, landing you on your hands and knees. He took a handful of your hair and yanked you back until your back was against his chest, feeling his drenched cock on the inside of your thigh.
You grabbed it and slipped it inside of you, moaning, not being able to wait.
“We can’t wake the whole camp up. Are you gonna be a good girl and be quiet for me?” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.
“I am,” you assured him, your hands finding his hair.
At that, he pushed your head down to the backseat and slapped your ass. He inserted himself again, slipping into your cunt with ease, and instantly hitting your G-spot.
“Oh my god,” you couldn’t help but cry out.
Shane shoved your head down harder, your mouth now against the seats. “I thought you were gonna be a good girl for me.”
With your voice muffled against the seat, you tried to apologize, but it was no use. He started slamming into you with fervor, grunting at every stroke. You tried to put a hand behind you to get him to ease up a little, but he took that hand and pressed it into your back, immobilizing it.
He continued to pound in and out of you as fast as he pleased, your moaning muffled mostly by the seats of the car. You felt your climax approaching quickly as he showed no signs of slowing any time soon. Your walls tightened around his cock, causing his strokes to become sloppy.
And then, you felt your climax build to the highest peak, and released onto him, practically convulsing as you did so.
“Fuck—that’s right,” he grunted, ramming into you a few more times before pulling out and spilling his seed onto your ass, the warm liquid dripping down your smooth skin.
Shane released his grip on your head and arm, breathing heavily. You sat up beside him, breathing like him, and grabbed the blanket on the floor to cover yourself out of instinct.
He turned to look at you, gripping the side of your face. “You’re beautiful. And that was damn good.”
“They probably couldn’t hear us…Right?” You wearily peeped the RV out of the rearview mirror.
Shane was moving to put his clothes on. “Guess I’m about to find out.”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: two of your childhood friends owing you a favor helps out when they stop you for speeding (Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: pre apocalypse
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie(it’s shane), handjob, oral (rick receiving), no lori or carl😶, reader is described as to be the same age as rick and shane/was in the same year of school as them, shane and rick are lowk dirty cops here (they bang reader to let her off), readers described to be wearing a dress, pretty sure that’s it
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.9k
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: no comments | here’s part two!!
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you were on your way home from work, hitting all the quieter roads and failing to stay at the speed limit.
on any other day, you wouldn’t have been stopped but today was different. everything that could’ve went wrong today did, just like now.
you seen the sirens flash behind you, and pulled over with a sigh. rolling down your window and waiting for the cop to walk up to your car, but the look that crossed your face as you met his eyes had a sigh of relief leaving you.
“Shane?”
you questioned, eyes flicking from his face and then down to the badge pinned to his chest. the gold pin reading ‘Walsh’, a last name you’d grown overly familiar with.
“mhm you know how fast you were going?”
he asked, his elbow resting lightly on your wing mirror. his eyes flicking from you and the back towards his partner still in their patrol car, unaware of who the other man was; but the feeling in your stomach had your mind racing to your other old best friend— Rick Grimes.
“was ten over the limit, max”
pleading your case, which made him chuckle. his head shaking from side to side as he moved to cross his arms in your open window, his face inches from yours.
the minty scent from his gum filling your senses from your closeness, eyes flicking down to his lips before his voice was pulling your attention back to him.
“still over the limit sweetheart”
a shiver going down your spine at the nickname, eyes finding his again and meeting the gleam in his eyes.
a pool of warmth setting in your belly under his gaze, leaning closer to him and murmuring out softly.
“remember that favor you owe me?”
another chuckle pushed past his lips, watching his head shake as he stood upright again, motioning towards his patrol car towards Rick.
the older of the two moving over to your car, a telling smirk across Shane’s face as he nodded his head towards you. Ricks hands resting on his hips as his eyes met yours, for the first time in years.
“hm you remember that favor we owe her Rick?”
the favor that you’d brought up was dismal, something from your last year of high school. you’d done both boys a big favor, helping them get out of school for the day while they done something you don’t quite remember. but they both said they owed you one, and now felt as if the perfect opportunity to use up that favor.
“from high school?”
Shane nodded in response, smirk broad across his face as his eyes skimmed down your body. his right hand reaching for the door handle and pulling open your door, arms crossing over the top of it as both men peered down at you.
“and how exactly do you want us to repay that favor for you?”
the innuendo was there, all three of you felt it. gulping as you unbuckled your seatbelt before slowly climbing out of your car, heat shooting through your body.
the road you were on was hardly used by people, so the chance of someone driving by and seeing the three of you was unlikely.
“you know how Walsh, don’t be dim”
he huffed out a laugh at your words, eyes flicking over to meet Rick’s while he shut your car door.
sandwiched between both men, your back to Shane’s chest while you faced Rick.
“gonna let us have fun with you sweetheart?”
Shane’s persistent talking left Rick quiet, not that he minded. it allowed his eyes to rake down your body, stopping at the hem of your dress that Shane was now eagerly pushing up.
“you’re stunning”
Rick drawled out, his hands lifting to grope at your boobs. his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples through the fabric of your dress.
letting out a breathy moan at his touch, back arching towards him while Shane grounded his hips against the swell of your ass. the bulge in his slacks prominent and throbbing in his boxers.
“reckon she’s soaked for us Rick?”
the words barely registered in your head before one of Shane’s big hands were snaking into the front of your panties to swipe two thick fingers through your folds, pulling more moans from your chest.
“oh fuck”
you and Shane breathed out simultaneously, yours needier than his.
whining as his hand pulled away from your cunt to show Rick his now soaked fingers, that smirk still across his face.
“shit sweetheart”
Rick’s voice dropped an octave, one of his hands keeping your left boob in his hold while the other cradled your jaw. pulling you into a deep, heated kiss— all teeth and tongue while your hips pushed back onto Shane.
the pool of heat in your belly deepened, warmth settling through your body while both men lavished you with their undivided attention.
Shane fumbled with his belt, the clank of it sounding as he got it open. breaking the kiss with Rick to glance back at him, his fingers tugging down his zipper while he spat his gum out to the side.
“ain’t gonna keep you waiting much longer, promise you tha’”
he told before leaning in to kiss you as best he could, hands leaving his slacks to pull your panties down to your knees. the fabric drenched in your arousal.
“can’t leave Rick without any pleasure darlin’, ain’t fair tha’”
he broke the kiss to mumble against your lips, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. nodding slowly, the words formulating in your head in little coherency.
turning back to Rick, missing the way he worked open his belt and pushed his slacks down to his mid thigh. practically ogling at the sight of his cock, hot and hard and standing to attention.
the look on your face must’ve shown your surprise, stood still in place— mind reeling and trying to make sense of what your current situation actually was.
Rick must’ve sensed your hesitation, big hands cradling your face while pulling you into a softer kiss than before.
“you sure you wanna do this?”
his soft questioning made your heart warm, almost swooning at his care.
“want this— want both of you”
those words were all Shane needed to push himself into your warmth in one smooth thrust, his chest flush against your back as he buried himself to the hilt. his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured out lowly to you.
“c’mon sweetheart, take care of Ricky”
your left hand grabbed at Ricks shoulder, helping him move closer before he was kissing you again. tongue licking its way into your mouth and tangling with yours, while your right hand took hold of his cock.
the tip of him leaking beads of precum, his hips rocking into your touch while Shane slowly started moving his hips against yours.
“there we go”
his voice came out hoarse against your ear, hearing the smirk across his lips and breaking the kiss with Rick to glare back at Shane.
“easy darlin’, we’re paying back that favor we owe you”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, his hold on your hips growing tighter as he continued to roll his hips into you.
each drag of his cock against your walls making you moan lewdly, hand squeezing around Ricks cock and pulling a shaky groan from him.
your hand moving slow and almost teasingly along Ricks length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke to pull more and more groans from his chest. his hips rocked into your touch and the head of his cock continued to leak, his precum helping to lubricate your strokes.
“like that darlin’ fuck, yeah just like tha’”
the lilt in his voice grew thicker, hips chasing your hand while Shane continued to thrust into you. his left hand shaking around to your front and pressing two thigh fingers to your clit, drawing tight firm circles against you and drawing whinier moans from your lips.
the whole scene was lewd, but you felt as if you were in paradise.
old feelings for both of them resurfacing and feeling as if you were playing out your fantasies.
“Rick-“
words failed you, but the way your eyes flicked between his and his lips gave away what you wanted. another kiss.
he was leaning in to press his lips to yours again, your hand continuing along his cock while Shane continued to play with your clit.
your walls fluttering and squeezing around him had a groan falling from his lips, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder before he was mumbling out.
“shit sweetheart, squeezing me real tight”
the pool of warmth in the pit of your stomach was at its boiling point, ready to tip you over the edge.
and with the way both men’s hips were canting desperately into your touch, you knew they were close too.
continuing to pump Ricks cock, his breath hitching while his cock throbbed in your hand. teetering on the edge, but they both wanted you to cum first.
“close, fuck ‘m close”
your admission had Shane’s hips moving quicker against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin pulling your focus back to the man behind you.
each drag of his cock felt too good, the head of him hitting the one spot over and over again that had you seeing stars. his fingers pressing tighter circles against your clit had you toppling over the edge.
cunt spasming around him as your climax hit, the force of your release had your slumping against Ricks chest. face in against his throat and your hand squeezing around his cock as you tried steadying yourself.
“there we go, atta fucking girl”
Shane’s praise hit your ears like a familiar melody, his hand soothing across your hip while continuing to rock into you.
fighting off his climax as best he could, but your walls fluttering around him again had him toppling over. whining against Ricks throat at the feeling of Shane’s cum shooting into your warmth, each stutter thrust he gave spilling more of him into you.
“jesus you’re perfect”
he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, both of hands softer now across your hips. keeping himself buried to the hilt, and keeping his cum stuffed in your pussy.
Ricks hands cradled your face to pull you back from his neck, nodding his head as you met his gaze.
on the pinnacle of his release, wanting to spill his load down your throat. his hands gently moved your head towards his cock.
your mouth warm and welcoming, and your lips wrapped securely around his cock.
he only had to give a couple bucks of his hips until he was groaning out your name, his climax hitting him and his cum shooting into your mouth. rope after rope of white filling the warm cavern of your mouth before pulling out to let you swallow.
“shit— gonna let me fuck you now angel?”
swallowing down his release, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing upright against Shane again.
readying yourself to answer when a call came over both of their radios, both of them groaning in annoyance.
Shane reluctantly pulling out of your warmth and pressing another kiss to your shoulder while a pout worked its way into your face.
“shit, we gotta go darlin’. think we can let you off with a warning now”
he told as they both tucked themselves back into their pants, Rick even helping to pull your panties back into place as Shane’s cum started to seep out of your cunt.
Rick placing a kiss to your temple before they were both walking back to their car, calling out to them as they both opened their doors.
Paring: Shane Walsh x Wife!Reader; Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Daryl sees the hurt and pain Shane causes you! He hears the comments and yelling but Daryl sees what Shane doesnt!
Warnings: Asshole Shane! Verbal abuse, cheating(Shane), some fluff, Daryl just being the best thing ever!
A/n: This song came on in the car and inspiration hit! Most everything stays the same except Shane and Shane doesnt die in this and Daryl kinda sorta hints at affair bw Shane and Lori without saying the words(you'll see) and Lori and Shane kinda continue their affair.
🎶According to you, I'm stupid, I'm useless, I can't do anything right! According to you I'm difficult, hard to please, forever changing my mind! I'm a mess in a dress can't show up on time even if it would save my life according to you according to you🎶
Your life with Shane was anything but perfect if anything it was a damn battle field! But it wasnt always like that...
At first everything was perfect! You got the guy all the other women in town wanted! He was sexy, tough, sweet, protective and he lived up to his reputation in the bedroom! He brought you flowers, gifts, treated you like you were the one who hung the stars in the night sky!
But then after a couple years of marriage things changed! The blow ups, the comments and the fights...oh the fights and screaming matching between the 2 of you! More then a few times Rick had to step in between the two of you.
But everytime, with every fight, after every comment the same thing always happened...he would come home with roses your favorite bottle of wine and apologize, beg you to forgive him, beg you not to leave and each time you would end up forgiving him and would spend the night with him between your legs making you were scream until your lost your voice.
And over time it all just became normal to you! It was almost like a routine! Yelling, fighting, roses, sex, repeat. You were just always hoping for the man you fell in love with back!
Then came the walkers...and it made him worse! The comments were harsher now! They came multiple times a day now. And the affair...it became all about Lori! This time you didnt fight with him because if he left what would happen to you in this new world? You didnt know how to hunt or kill walkers you'd be dead in 2 days. So you took the verbal attacks, the comments, the yelling. You just put on your best fake smile, hid the hurt and tears hoping everyone bought it and they did well all but one person...Daryl Dixon!
He saw it all! He heard it all! Saw everytime you blinked away tears after Shane had said another comment. Saw how everyday you started to become more quiet, and more scared of your husband. And really saw how you numb you had become the day the two of you caught him and Lori in the woods when instead of doing anything you just hung your head and walked away saying "it doesnt surprise me...I was just to stupid to realize it sooner havent you noticed he puts her first?"
When Rick showed back up you were so happy! Happy to have your friend back, happy he was alive but more then anything happy knowing there was a chance you could get your husband back but boy were you wrong! Having Rick back only made Shane worse because now he couldn't be with Lori in the same way...only he still was just had to be more sneaky about it and had to share, something Shane hated!
When the camp was attacked he protected her, leaving you alone to almost get bit! It was Daryl who saved you and checked you over making sure you were ok all Shane did was grab your arm in anger saying "God you never fuckin listen do you! If you would have listened you wouldnt have almost been killed!"
It was also Daryl who shielded you when Rick blew out the window at the CDC while once again your husband protected Lori. It was Daryl who went back for you when you tripped running away from the CDC throwing you in his truck seconds before the building exploded because where was your husband...at Loris side. You ended up twisting your ankle pretty bad that day only be yelled at again "youre so damn clumsy! Cant even run without getting hurt"
Daryl also saw the bruises that you tried to hide. Shane has never full on hit you like Ed did with Carol but he did get rough when grabbing your arm or during sex which only got worse when Rick came back and his anger got worse.
Which brings us to today on the Greene farm! You were actually having a good day and had a real smile on your face but it didnt stay there long!
"Fuck can't you do anything fuckin right!" Shane huffed in annoyed voice looking at the way you were cleaning your gun "how many times have I fucking showed you how to do this shit huh? Just gimme the damn thing!" he says snatching the gun from your hands making you jump
"Sorry baby thought i was doing it right" you said softly meeting his eyes
"Well you werent! Just go wash clothes or cook do thats somethin ya good at...cuz ya worthless at everything else" mumbles that part
The worst part of all this wasnt the words, you have become use to those especially over the last couple months, it wasnt the nice day he had just runined! No...the worst part was that he did this in front of everyone.
Your face heated up with embarrassment and you blinked away tears telling yourself not to cry youd only be yelled at more. You got up without word to anyone slipping away to go get his dirty clothes.
"Damn Shane that was pretty harsh she wasnt doin a bad job" Rick told him when you walked away
"Let'me tell ya sumthin...even before all this shit went down I taught that bitch how to clean a damn gun shes just to stupid to get it"
"She aint a bitch and she aint stupid man maybe ya jus' a shit teacher" Daryl says with a little snarl in his voice
"And what the hell do you know about my wife Dixon huh? Bout my marriage" Shanes says laying the gun down and standing up walking towards Daryl prompting Daryl to do the same.
"Dont start you two" Ricks says getting in the middle while the others watched on.
"I know ya treat 'er like shit! I know ya make 'er cry every fuckin day an' night! I know ya a shit husband! An' shes scared'a ya! How ya leave bruises on 'er! An' ya make 'er miserable!" Daryl says getting in Shane face while Rick is still in the middle of the 2 men trying to keep them apart
"Man you dunno shit about y/n I love my wife she knows that-!"
"Ya dont love 'er! An' ya dont protect 'er like ya should!"
"I do protect her man always have!"
"Oh yeah? Where were ya when camp was attacked an' she was almost bit? When Rick blew out that window who did ya shield? Ya kept runnin when she fell an' twisted 'er ankle then yelled at 'er fer it! An' let'me tell ya sumthin" he says in a mocking tone "if ya paid more attention t' ya own wife instead'a sneakin off with sumone else's ya would know all this!" Daryls said making Shanes eyes go wide but Shane quickly recovers "ya don't deserve 'er!"
"And what you think a dumb redneck like you do?"
"Nah man shes to good fer me but shes far t' good fer yar ass! But I'll say this...if I had that girl she would never shed'a tear an' i would treat 'er right"
With those last words Daryl walks away go look for you. Truth was Daryl was completely in love with you! He saw everything in you Shane didnt l, and loving you, protecting you gave him a reason to keep going. He just couldn't understand why Shane couldn't see and didnt care! He had the most incredible woman on this earth! The most beautiful, sweetest, funniest and kindest woman!
After looking for 20 minutes he finds you in the woods sitting against tree
"Ya shouldnt be out here alone" Daryl says making you jump
"You scared the shit outta me Daryl" you said trying to wipe away your tears
"An' ya shouldnt be cryin over 'im, he aint worth them tears" he says taking a seat beside you
"You know believe it or not he use to love me" you smile sadly "use to look at me like I hung the moon now...he looks at me like he hopes im the next one who gets taken out by a walker probably wouldnt even shed a tear just be happy I was gone"
Daryl knew there was more so he sat silently for you to continue.
"When we first met he used this stupid pick up line from Top Gun, said I looked like I lost that loving feelin and asked if he could help me find it" you half laughed
"An' ya let that line work on" he says making you laugh again "I had a thing for Tom Cruise and loved that movie so yeah plus I was 21 and pretty drunk"
"Had t' be t' fall fer that line" he said making you shrug and nod
Things went for a minute before Daryl broke the silence "ya dont deserve how he treats ya"
"I know" you say softly "but what can I do? Cant just divorce him now unless you know a good lawyer still up and running, and cant leave and be on my own id die in a day...im stuck! Im stuck in a loveless marriage watching my husband love another mans wife, watching him protect her and look at her the way he use to look at me and you know part of me is so numb I dont even care anymore but the other part wants him to still look at me like I hung the moon-"
"I look at ya that way" Daryl says before he can stop himself
"What?" You asked surprise
Daryl freezes realizing now what he just said "nothin" he mumbles getting up from his spot and starting to walk away.
"No wait!" You say getting up and gently grabbing his arm turning him around "what do you mean by that"
"Nothin! Dont matter!"
"Yes it does! Please tell me" you asked looking up at him stilling holding on to his arm
Daryl looks down at you for a minute before leaning down and presses his lips against yours and to his surprise you returned the kiss. He gently pushes you back against the tree you were just sitting under and he deepens the kiss by pushing his way inside your mouth all while holding onto you like you were gonna disappear if he let go.
The kiss is deep! Its passionate! Something you havent felt with Shane in years! His hands running down your sides while you tangled your hands in his hair.
When he pulls away you are both out of breath and he leans his forehead against yours "I love ya! I know i shouldn't but I do! And it kills me every time he makes ya cry, kills me how he has made ya see 'ya'self! That ya dont feel safe or have a husband that protects ya! I hate when I see bruises on ya! An' it kills me knowing every night ya cry ya'self t' sleep thinkin ya stuck" he says before fully pulling away and wipes a tear that ran down your face "i can't get ya outta me head! You are the most beautiful, most incredible woman an' he dont deserve ya! I know hes ya husband an' ya love 'im-"
"I dont love Shane...I haven't for a while, I just wanted the my husband back so bad so I wouldnt be alone, Im stuck! Not in love."
"Ya not?"
"No. My feelings are with someone else..."
"Me?"
"Yeah have been for awhile just didnt think you'd feel the same...i mean im damaged and fucked up because of Shane really didnt think anyone would ever look at me again just figured everyone saw me the way he does."
"Ya not damaged, ya just got a prick husband whos messed up ya head an' the way ya see ya'self s'all! But ya not stuck with 'im. Yeah ya signed sum papers an' have them rings but them papers dont exist nomore an' them rings slip off. Marriage is more then paper an' some metal on ya finger its feelins, trust an' love an' ya said ya dont got any of either fer 'im anymore, so all ya gotta go is tell'em"
"An' then what? Sleep where?"
"My tent!" He says making you look at him in surprise "Look i aint gonna rush nothin or expect nothin from ya I'll even sleep in the floor. Maybe it comes of it maybe it dont but least now ya got an different option then crying ya'self t' sleep"
"I can really stay in your tent"
Later that day you went back your tent and started packing all your things hoping to have it done it all done before Shane came back. But you werent so lucky because he walked in when you were almost done.
"Yah" he smiles a rare smiles "an' ill keep ya safe from 'im when he starts 'is shit, an' from walkers an' everything else"
"thank you" you whisper
"Baby what are you doing?" Shane asked in a panic
"Im done Shane!" You say pushing past him and walking out of the tent Shane right on your heels
"No! No! Baby please! Im so fucking sorry! I love you!" He says grabbing your arm and turning you around.
"I mean it this time! I really do!" He says grabbing your face bringing you into a kiss hoping that would stop you but you dont feel anything...not anymore "I know ive been a shit husband over the years and the last couple months-"
"No you dont! And no your not!" You say raising your voice getting everyones attention "No baby I do I really fucking do!"
"Shane...weve been doing this same thing for years! And it hasn't changed...You treat me like shit ,beg for me to stay, screw my brains out for days so I forget all the hateful comments then a few weeks later you are back doing the same thing then repeat the cycle!"
"No Shane that's where you're wrong...youve been a great husband since this shit show started...Just to another mans wife! Youre best friends wife at that! Youve protected her! Made sure she was safe! Fucked her brains out more times then I can count...including last night!" You say making both Shane and Lori freeze and you smile "oh yeah ive known the whole fuckin time! Guess im not as stupid as you thought! But you know what Shane if Loris what you want go for it... have her! I won't fight either of you! Treat her like shit! Call her stupid and worthless...leave bruises on her! She'll learn soon the skills in bedroom is all you have to offer. You both deserve each other! God know Rick deserves better anyways always has! He's a way better man then you Shane! Why she would ruin her marriage with damn near the perfect man I'll never know!" Then you turned to Rick who doesn't look to surprised "sorry I didnt tell you sooner I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship. Guess part of me thought if I ignored it it wasn't really happening."
"Its ok y/n and it won't ruin anything between us...I caught on before we left camp" Rick says looking at both Shane and Lori
"you know Shane when Rick came back I was so happy and not just because my best friend was alive but...but because I really thought I would get my husband back! Get the man I loved back that... that maybe just maybe my husband would finally see me! Take care of me! But its always gonna be her! Even before the walkers wasn't it? That's why it somehow got worse when Rick came back, all because you couldn't have Lori to yourself! If you would have caught me in the woods with Rick you would have killed him!"
"Baby im sorry! I was stupid! I don't want Lori! I want my wife! I fucking love you not her!"
"If you loved me I would have came first! You would have protected me! But I was the furthest thing from your mind Shane! Because it was always Lori you put first not your wife!"
"Thats not true ba-"
"Baby! Im sorry for making you feel that i didn't realize I was!"
"Then where were you huh?" You asked your voice cracking for the first time "When I was almost bit at camp? Protecting Lori! Where were you when Rick blew those windows out? Protecting Lori...even when I was right beside you, you reached for her...not me! Or how about when I tripped and twisted my ankle...Lori! And after each time instead of making sure I was ok you yelled at me, called me stupid, useless, worthless! Wanna know how has been there and protected me? Rick and Daryl! Mostly Daryl...hes been the one there for me! Hes the one who saved my life and protected me! If it wasn't for him you would have been burying me right along everyone at camp!"
"Baby-"
"And the worst part of everything" you ask cutting him off " It wasnt the cheating, it wasnt me almost dying! It was you being so wrapped up in Lori that you didnt see how felt how you were slowly killing my will to live!" You tell them tears coming down your face "part of me hoping a walker would get me just so I wouldn't have to watch my husband love another woman!"
Your words made Shanes jaw twitch with anger as he looked over at smirking Rick and Daryl with fire in his eyes making you smirk knowing you just got to him "ohhhhh you don't like idea? Me with another man? Ok Shane...Now imagine having to see it! Having to hear it! But I wouldn't do that to you no matter how much youve hurt me!"
"Because you dont pay attention Shane! No matter what I did or how many times I cried! What do I need to do to get your attention? To make you feel the way I do? Go fuck Ricks a few times? I mean neither of our spouses are giving it to us anymore so why not! Seems having his wife fuck you senseless made you forget me so maybe I need her husband to fuck me senseless? Maybe that will make me forget you! Worth a shot right right? Ricks sexy as hell...nice body, cute ass and from what seeing him changing he's about 3 inches longer and pretty thick too...and God know I could use about thousand orgasms! How bout you Rick? Sex with me sound good?" you say looking at Rick hoping he would play along and thankfully he does
"well I mean can't say I never thought about it over the years? Always thought you sexy as hell! Plus I've heard more then a few stories that tell me we'd have a good time sooooo....I'm in!" Rick says shrugging making Shane shot daggers at him
"oh not Rick?" You say sighing "Maybe Daryl? He's sexy as hell too! He would definitely be great lay! He's quiet and you know what they say about the quiet one right? Good with their mouths...God know I could finally use a good mouth for once! And I should really pay him back for all the times he saved me, he kinda got a shit deal don't you think Shane? He was doing the husband duty's without getting the husband privileges! Or maybe...both? My the fuck not it's the end of world right? Y'all don't mind sharing do you? Threesome with a hot chick on either of your bucket list?"
Shane take your hands kissing your knuckles a tear slipping from his eye "Im so sorry! Im sorry for everything! Tell me what I can do to fix this! To fix us!"
"Theres nothing this time Shane! No amount of sex or apologies can fix it this time! Its to late" you say slipping your rings off and placing them in his hand "should have thought about everything before"
You walk away with Shane calling your name while Rick holds him back. You didnt feel completely free but you definitely felt lighter!
Later that night you laid in Daryls tent lost in your thoughts when he came in after his watch shift "ya ok" he asked putting his bow down
"Yeah just thinking" you tell him your eyes trained on the ceiling of the tent "I dont know where to go from here"
"Well" he says getting on the air mattress with you bring you into his chest "ya find ya'self again, ya tell ya did the right thing an' ya remember ya deserve better"
"Like you" you say smirking making him blush
"Nah ya to damn good fer me! To perfect, to beautiful but I do hope ya gimme a shot one day when ya ready! Like I said I aint gonna push ya or expect nothin from ya jus hope ya will one day! I know i aint much t' look at like Shane an' I probably aint no sex God like 'im, but I wont make ya cry, id always protect ya the I can, i wouldn't call ya name an' as sure as hell would never leave bruises on ya...unless ya ask" he wink making you blush and slap his chest
"How bout this" you say looking up at him "you give me some time to not only heal but deal with all fights I know are coming then ill be yours"
"Deal! now git sum sleep" he says kissing your head before sitting up to get off the bed
"Where are you goin"
"told ya Ill sleep on the floor-"
"Daryl I dont want you to sleep on the floor the bed is big enough...and i could really use some comfort tonight"
"Ya sure? I dont wanna rush ya"
You and Daryl talked into the night until you both fell asleep...that night was the first night in months you didnt cry yourself to sleep!
"I trust you"
Daryl climbs into bed and pulls you into his chest and you lay there in silence for a minutes before you break the silence
"sorry about what I said about Rick...and you hope it didn't bother you"
"nah it was actually kinda funny seein that vain poppin out of 'is head" he laughs
"I just really wanted to get to him"
"well i think it worked" he laughed before speaking up again "but can I ask ya somethin? "
"sure"
"an' ya ain't gonna get mad if I ask?"
"no I won't get mad promise" you laugh
"you an' Rick...y'all ever ummm been together? I ain't gonna get mad if ya had or nothin"
"no Daryl" you laugh shaking your head "Me and Rick have never slept together or done anything we're just friends...Have I thought about it a few times just to piss Shane off yes. Ricks been there for me more then Shane over the years so honestly I don't think I could ever really cross that line. So you you have nothing to worry about it"
"I ain't worried...anymore" he mumbles making you laugh
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Now 8 years later you and Daryl are still going strong and youve never been happier! You officially got together a year after the farm fell and married 6 months into your relationship. And now you have 2 beautiful kids...Mia whose 5 and Hunter whose 2...both with his blue eyes and smile!
Daryl kept his word to you and had not once ever made you cry or feel unloved! If anything he made you feel like you were the thing that he needed to breathe, that without you his whole world would apart.
Today was a good day in Alexandria, no crazy people trying to break in, no walkers just a little family picnic by the water!
Shane didn't make it easy for you and Daryl by any means...there were a lot of fights(both physical and verbal) lots of begging and a whole lot of trying to get you back especially those first few years. But you eventually found a balance!
"Ya know sumthin Rick" Shane asked watching you and Daryl with your kids "I still love that girl! That should me and her with our kids"
"Yeah well you fucked that up"
"I really didnt know what I had, she was perfect, she is perfect!"
"Daryl thinks so too and by the look of it she feels the same" Rick tells him "but you gotta let her go! You had her and she loved you but that was another life ago! Shes happy"
"Let'me tell ya sumthin havin to watch the love of your life love another man knowing its your fault...its the worst punishment" he says never taking his eyes off you.
Across the street you feel a pair of eyes on you and when you turn to look and you see Shane and give him a small wave and a soft smile
"Ya ever regret not taken 'im back" Daryl ask when he sees you wave at Shane making you turn and look at him
"Not for second baby!" You smile then press your lips to his "I love you Daryl Dixon"
"I love ya too Y/n Dixon"
🎶But according to him I'm beautiful, incredible. He can't get me out of his head According to him,I'm funny, irresistible Everything he ever wanted, Everything is opposite I don't feel like stopping it. So baby, tell me what I've got to lose. He's into me for everything I'm not, according to you🎶
Summary: While searching for Sophia, you and Shane find yourselves alone in the woods. The deeper you go, the harder it becomes for you to ignore the tension that’s been bubbling ever since Atlanta.
a/n: I actually hate this, but since it’s my first time posting a fanfic I guess I GUESS I’ll keep it up. I’m lowkey nervous to post incase it gets no traction cause that’s.. embarrassing.. hopefully you enjoy :D (even if I don’t)
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Whilst out searching for Sophia — Carol’s daughter — the group had split in two. You and Shane had decided to stick together, while Rick and Daryl went their own way.
“You’ll be safe, won’t you, Rick?” you asked, your voice softer than you meant it to be.
Rick placed a steady hand on your shoulder, gaze calm as ever. “Course I will. Don’t you be worryin’ ’bout me. Y’all know your way—just keep in sight of one another.”
You nodded, offering a weary smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Then, turning on your heel, you started down the trail the group had mapped out. Shane fell into step behind you, and without a word, rested a hand on your lower back — a quiet reassurance.
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After what felt like hours of searching, the silence was broken by the sharp crack of a twig snapping somewhere to your left. You jerked your head toward the sound, expecting to meet Shane’s gaze, only to realize he wasn’t there.
He must’ve strayed off, you thought. Got caught up.
Your jaw tightened as your hand slowly reached for the knife concealed at your waistband - creeping toward the noise. A faint, yet perceptible noise could be heard coming from a nearby hedge.
Suddenly, a figure lurched toward you - breaking the silence. Instinctively you thrusted your knife forward, numb to the motion. Until a hand, one much larger than your own, gripped your wrist.
You exhaled sharply, a hand flying to your chest. “Bastard,” you muttered. “I thought you were a goddamn walker!” you huffed, breathless as you thumped your fist playfully against Shane’s chest. He chuckled, clearly amused.
“Good thing I wasn’t, else you’d be dead already,” he said, that familiar cocky grin spreading across his face.
You narrowed your eyes. “I would’ve had your ass easy.”
“Is tha’ so?” he murmured, his smile softening as his hand reached up, fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were dark, something heavier than amusement. The same look that always made your knees weak. “I’d like to see that.”
You tilted your head, playing along, letting your smile curl. “Keep talkin’, and maybe you will.”
His eyes dragged down your body slowly. “Mhm. Sure were worried about Rick, weren’t ya?” he muttered, stepping in closer.
“Got real soft when he walked off. Somethin’ I should know about?” His tone was playful, but you could feel the jealousy seething through his words.
A smirk worked its way onto your lips. You knew exactly what effect you had on him. How you made his blood boil every time you stood too close to another man — I know how men think. Don’t you play dumb, girl. He’d warned you before. But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?
“You ain’t jealous, are you?” you asked tauntingly, with a confident tilt of your head.
He looked away briefly, jaw tightening like he was biting back a laugh. “Jealous?” he echoed, voice rich with amusement as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Ain’t got nothin’ to do with jealousy,” he muttered.
Your arms crossed, a scoff rolling off your tongue. “So what’s it to you? Last I checked, I ain’t nobody’s.”
His brow raised. “That right?” he asked, stepping just a little closer.
His hand settled at the back of your neck, thumb dragging a slow line just beneath your ear. His eyes held yours in a steady gaze.
You parted your lips, a smart remark on the tip of your tongue.
For a second, the woods seemed to narrow around you. All you could do was hold his gaze, and the confidence you’d been wearing so easily began to fray under his attention.
A corner of his mouth shifted. Not quite a smile.
You straightened too quickly, the movement sharp enough to betray you, then caught yourself, shoulders locking as your hands hung at your sides.
Your gaze dropped down, lingering on his lips before lifting back to his eyes.
“Wha’s in tha’ pretty head of yours, girl? Hm?” He cooed.
You didn’t seem to realise you were moving until your fingers drifted to the front of his shirt almost absentmindedly, fingertips curling into the worn fabric.
Your hands moved to his belt without thinking - clumsy, desperate. His mouth twitched, almost amused. “Easy.” He caught your wrists without any hurry, like he’d expected you’d get there eventually.
You stared up at him longingly. “Shane,” you whispered, voice soft and wanting. “Come on.”
You began to lower yourself, fingers curling into his waistband. His fingers wrapped around your wrists, guiding your gaze back up to his. “Look at me,” he said quietly. You do. “Mm. Tha’s right.”
“You’re not thinkin’ straight,” he continued, hand tightening around you. Not rough — just firm, like he hoped that pause would bring you back to your senses.
“I’m thinking real clear,” you replied, voice low. Your fingers traced up the edge of his shirt again, teasing just beneath the fabric.
He didn’t argue. He simply looked at you for a long moment before giving the slightest shake of his head. “C’mon now.” His voice stayed level. “Use your head.”
His lips curled into a cocky smile. He could see that look of protest in your eyes. “Always in such a damn hurry.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes even as heat twisted low in your stomach. “Please. You’ve been trailin’ me like a dog since we left the farm.”
A small huff escaped him. “Uh-huh. You tell yourself that, if it helps.”
You lifted your chin. “God, you really love hearin’ yourself talk,” you said, your voice cool despite your racing pulse.
That irked him. He held your gaze. For a moment, he said nothing. He raised his hand to your face, fingers skimming your jaw.
“Keep runnin’ ya mouth and you’re gon’ get yourself in trouble.” His fingers slid into your hair.
You opened your mouth — but before you could say a word, a voice rang out in the distance. Shane’s head turned first. His jaw set.
You took a slow step back, swallowing the frustration that still hung stubbornly between you.
“Probably Rick,” you muttered.
Shane didn’t answer straight away. His eyes stayed on you for another beat before he glanced toward the sound again.
Then, slowly, he stepped back. Not far. Just to remind you the moment was over.
“Go on,” he said quietly.
You hesitated, which earned you a look.
“Ain’t gon’ tell you twice, girl.”
You rolled your eyes and held his gaze for a second longer than you should’ve. Then you turned before he could see your resolve falter, jaw tightening.
