Rick having the flashbacks & delusions with Shane, Hershel, & Sasha/ having a delusion with team family then team family actually showing up/ Rick blowing up the bridge/ Daryl crying/ Maggie & Carol holding back Michonne
Rick getting off the rebar (that actually made my side hurt)/ Rick telling himself to stay awake/ Shane turning into a walker (I should have expected this as they did it with the Governor & Tyreese but I didn't & screamed like a little bitch)/ Scott telling Michonne Maggie was there/ Maggie & Michonne
Maggie & Michonne/ Negan being an ass/ the herd arriving at camp
Michonne giving Maggie the key/ Maggie & Negan/ "You are already worse then dead"/ Anne seeing the smoke from the explosion then then seeing Rick/ Rick falling off the horse again/ the dead campers
Anne saving Rick's life/ Magna & CO/ Judith. Judith Grimes.
“You gotta’ talk some sense into your bitch” You woke up to Daryl’s gruff voice from outside your tent. “Don’t call him that, we need to talk to both of them. She started it” Rick answered. You sat up in your tent, looking at the shadows of the two man outside of the tent.
“He put his hands’ on her! He has talked shit to her and Carol and now he does this! He ain’t safe to have around!” You could see Daryl’s hand gestures in the shadows they cast over the tents ‘walls’.
“I will talk to him! But I will also talk to her”. You could see Daryl moving closer to Rick. “Not alone dude, your buddies with the asshole. None of you get to spend any time with her alone” He was speaking in a lower volume. The same annoying warmth spread through your body, he would do this for anyone. Your not special. You had to remind yourself of it, you were just friends.
You waited a few minutes after Rick had left, so Daryl didn’t know you had heard the conversation. “Good morning!” A yawn escaped you lips when you stretched your arms. “Mornin’” He answered back. He was sitting on a tree stump and fixing his crossbow. “How’s your hand?” You sat down opposite of him. “Fine” He didn’t look at you, just continued to fix up his crossbow. What you didn’t know was that he couldn’t look at you. He couldn’t look up, cause he knew that if he saw your still sleep dazed eyes and small flush on your nose from sleeping in the cold tent, he wouldn’t be able to stop staring. You just looked to cute.
“Are you going out today?”
“Yah”
“Can I go with you this time?”
“Nah” You huffed out in annoyance. This has become almost a ritual after so many days of you asking to come and him saying no. And then you sneaking out when he left to look for her yourself. You saw the bruises that was starting to form on his hands when he fixed on the crossbow. “How are your hands?” He stopped what he was doing and stared at you with an annoyed look. Oh yeah, you have asked him that already. “Sorry, just the bruises look really bad” He scoffed, “Nothin’ I can’t handle”
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have attacked Shane like that. I was fine!” He looked at you with the same annoyed look. Yeah, you weren’t fine. If you were honest, the incident scared you. A lot. Shane was a lot bigger than you and the entire night you couldn’t stop thinking about what would have happened if the others weren’t around, or Daryl didn’t stop him.
Ever since you caught Shane trying to force himself on Lori at the CDC, you had hated him. Lori had begged you not to say anything, worried that it would mean Rick found out about her and Shane. You hated his attitude, how he was so entitled to everything.
“Nah, I had to. He cant be goin’ around hurtin’ ya’” He finished with his bow and threw it over his shoulder. “Now ya’ stay away from him, he is bad news and I don’t want ya getting’ in trouble when ‘m not here”
“I’m going to be fine! But are you sure you are? You have been going out everyday without a break. I think you need a break” You had to fight down the urge to push a strand of his hair from his face. “’m fine, just gotta find her” Before you could argue more, he walked off. He was going to the stables, borrowing a horse to cover more ground. You huffed out. He was the most stubborn man you had ever met. Even though you knew he was a skilled hunter and tracker, you got a bad feeling about this run. You got a bad feeling every time he left the camp, but for some reason it was especially bad this time.
“Its just the nerves from last night, calm down” You walked back to the main camp era. You cleaned up the left overs and the dirty pot. You cleaned around the camp, (well, not much of cleaning, more folding clothes and moving stuff around). “Hey, how are you? Things got pretty intense last night” Glenn walked over to you and helped you dry the now clean cooking pot. “My arm still hurts, but I’m good!” You smiled at him, not wanting him, or others, to worry. If you were honest, your arm hurt like a bitch. And you had a huge bruise from where he gripped you. “How’s Shane?” You hoped he was in a bad shape. “He is pretty beaten up, he got to sleep in the house tonight. Hershel had to patch him up. If I’m being honest, I think he didn’t deserve to sleep in a bed after he was the one to attack you. But the asshole was able to whimper his way into a comfy bed” You agreed with Glenn, having your attacker being treated like the victim felt like someone punched you straight in the gut. You were about to go back to your tent and get ready for a run to look for Sophia, but when you moved your arm in a wrong direction, pained spread through your body. Luckily, Glenn was doing something with his back to you, he didn’t see you flinch. You decided you couldn’t go out today, your arm needed some rest.
You both chatted away. He, and Maggie, was the closest to your age so it was easy to talk and relate to him. “What a horrible costumer!” Glenn had just told you a story about when he was a pizza delivery guy. “Yeah, I don’t miss that part of the job!” You sat around a campfire, drinking some tea you had made from some herbs you had scavenged. “I know you were a student, but did you have a job?” Glenn asked, taking a sip from his tea. You smiled at the memories of your old job, well, old jobs. Since you didn’t have anyone who supported you financially through collage, you were forced to have two jobs to be able to afford everything. “I had two jobs actually! I worked at a diner and at an book shop”
“You had two jobs! And you were a full-time student! Shit, how did you do it?” You smiled at his astonishment. “Well, the book shop was in a pretty quiet part of town, so we rarely had customers. So I could work on school stuff when I was there! But I will admit, I didn’t have the greatest social life” That was an understatement. You think you went to one party during your short university experience, and you hated it! Left early and spent the rest of the night reading alone in your bed. You giggled at the memory. Good times.
“Come on, we should help Maggie or Hershel around the farm” You stood up and put your cup down in the dirty dishes bag, making a mental note to wash it later. And so you did. Both Greene’s protesting when you tried to use your arm and help. But you bit your teeth and helped anyway. You’d be damned if you just sit around and do nothing, injury or not.
“(Y/N)! Can you grab the egg basket and-” BANG. The all too familiar sound of a gun being fired rang through the small hen house. Both of you went pale and ran out. “What’s going on!”
“I saw a walker!” Andrea looked proudly down at you both from the VR roof. “The guys were with it, but I shot it!” You looked out to where the walker was but saw instead Rick and Glenn helping up a wounded Daryl. When you saw his bloody shirt, you ran straight for them. “You shot Daryl!”
Everything went by in a blur. The relief that Daryl wasn’t shot, that quickly turned into worry when you saw the arrow piercing his skin. And confusion when you saw the ear necklace, which Rick quickly hide in his pocket. “Get Hershel and prepare for surgery!” You didn’t need to be told twice, bolting back to the house and ran straight to the room Carl had been treated at, that now Shane was resting at. It was there you found Hershel.
“We need your help! Daryl is injured and needs treatment!” You didn’t need to tell Hershel twice, he immediately started to move and collect all he needed for a surgery. “You need to move Shane, you are healthy and healed up enough for you to go back to your tent. Plus I need this area to help Daryl” Shane immediately started to protest. “What! I’m still healing!” He was such a jackass. “You can do that in your tent, Daryl needs this bed” As if timed, Rick stumbled inn with Daryl hanging off by his side. “Move Shane! Now!” Hershel raised his voice, clearly tired of Shanes shit. Shane only grumbled out some curses and left. Rick laid Daryl down, and Hershel started to work on removing the arrow.
“I need Patcia, one of you need to go and get her. But stay out! I cant work if its too crowed inn here” Glenn went out to get Patricia, and you and Rick stepped out on the porch. “(Y/N), I know this might be bad timing but I need to talk to you”.
“What is it” You were still in a bit of shock from seeing Daryl all beaten up but started to get more and more grounded. “About what happened last night”. You just stared down at your feet. Nodding slowly, letting him continue. “Now what Shane did was wrong, and I have talked to him about it! But you cant go around starting arguments like that! We need to show Hershel he can trust us and let us stay, and that wont happen if you and Daryl go around like you do” His words stung. Would you really be the reason Hershel kicked you out?
“So can you promise me not to mock Shane again?” God, you felt like a kid getting scolded by their teacher. “yeah, yeah” You looked over the farm. Looked at you camp. When your eyes met Shane’s you saw that he hadn’t forgotten about the night, about how he was humiliated by being mocked and beaten. And you saw an anger against you. And anger that scared you.
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aaaaa, shane/rick, historical au or genderswap, YOUR CHOICE.
HISTORICAL AU (ofc this is me)
like it would probably be Regency or something and Rick would have this habit of getting Shane out of trouble almost as quickly as Shane gets into trouble, and there's a lot of UST because both Rick and Shane would be married (it's 1805) and eventually there'd a drunken night of revelry where uptight Lord Grimes is finally unwound by Sir Shane and CARRIAGE HANDJOBS
"You're going to have a hangover come morning," Shane proclaims, a large portion of unholy glee lining his voice.
Rick presses his head into the deep plush of the carriage and squeezes his eyes shut. His head pounds from far too much whiskey and there's was an odd sort of heat, where he and Shane sits a little to close, thighs brush with each roll of the axle He struggles for some semblance and order in the riot of his mind, but there's no to be had, drowned in the liquor such as it was.
