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.”
i always see people (usually men) in comment sections of TWD videos talking about how “shane would’ve kept the group safe”, “would’ve destroyed negan”, “was a better leader than rick” etc etc… and i just have never agreed with that take whatsoever.
shane was INCREDIBLY impulsive, he never had real plans besides vague results of what he wanted. the only times he had thought out, complex, and somewhat successful plans were when he killed otis and when he led rick out to murder him, and even then, rick knew what was happening by the time shane planned to kill him.
shane would’ve 100% gotten the entire group killed before negan even heard anything about them because he was bad at making plans, avoiding unnecessary conflict, and was too quick to kill. he would’ve made far too many enemies far too quickly and wouldn’t have realized how completely outnumbered he was.
shane is not some misunderstood mastermind 😭 he’s a man with an unhealthy obsession with lori and a looottt of jealousy and impulsiveness to boot, dale was kind of right but also wrong in a sense, shane would’ve had the survival skills to make it in TWD on paper, but NONE of the social skills to make it with a group.
So I started The Walking dead and im on season 2 ep 12, and my brain won't shut up.
I keep thinking that like, if Shane wasn't such an asshole, we'd have the perfect solution. Just become a throuple with Rick and Lori, and co-parent Carl. I feel like that would solve so many problems. Anytime Rick and Shane fight, I'm just sitting here thinking "kiss!" and honestly I think thats completely reasonable. "I'm a better father than you Rick." This and "I'm better for Lori." That. Boringgggg just kiss.
(Also regarding the fact that Shane previously assaulted Lori the season prior, obviously don't do that. I'm just saying that if he didnt do all that awful shit, we could have the absolute powerhouse of a polycule. 🤷♂️)
But with the way Shane's been acting, I'm also down to just stab the bastard.
