#shane--walsh

[shaneswanderingballs]

shane CAME at the poor ryan

[magicandmayhcm]

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[ofxallxwexlost]

Father’s Daughter

Continuation for: @shane--walsh​

It had been about a week or so since the end of the world, since Shane got her and Carl out of Atlanta. Now they had a camp of other survivors at the Quarry just outside the city limits. Lori became good friends with Andrea, Amy and Carol. She always knew of Carol, since Lori’s middle name was the name of her daughter Sophia, but they never really crossed paths after her mother died. Carol and her mother Lori were fairly close, so her father said. She sat with Carl looking for frogs when they head a noise - a car alarm? It was loud as fuck and they were all worried that it would bring Walkers down around them. She got up and took Carl’s hand as everyone surrounded the blaring car with Glenn inside. Shane was furious and so was Dale.

Lori just held Carl tightly as they realized what was going on. Glenn turned the alarm off and then spoke about other survivors of the camp. Andrea being one of the ones that were lost. They watched as Amy and Andrea gave each other a tearful hug. As soon as Lori lost hope, she looked at Carl, crouched down at his level, her plaid shirt around her arms loosely. “Carl, I know we wanted - “ But then something caught her eyes. A badge and a hat that was the same as her father’s.

Rick Grimes.

“Dad?!” Carl and Lori both yelled and ran over to Rick crying and hugging him. She thought - they both thought, he was dead! 

“How are you even alive?? We - we thought you were dead.” He began to tell them the story and all Lori could then do was give Shane a look. A look of anger, disppointment, but relief at the same time that her father was alive. Why would Shane lie? She asked herself. You could bet that she was going to  find out. 

[tinxstar-a]

@shane--walsh | cont.

                                               ________________________

“Do I have drink bitch tattooed on my forehead? No. Get up and get it your damn self next time, if all you’ve got is that weak-ass gratitude.”

[thelcstsister]

❛ Try me tomorrow. Maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow. ❜

The Last Unicorn (1982) starters. \\ @shane--walsh

   Eyes narrowing in his direction, she leaned against the table behind her. “Or,” Sally drawled, head tilting slightly as she spoke, “--you could tell me today.” Crossing her arms, she continued, “Are you saying it’s not important and can wait until tomorrow? Or are you hoping that I’ll forget by tomorrow so you won’t have to tell me at all?”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Useful

@shane--walsh (cont.)

Faith quirked an eyebrow at him and cracked her neck, then brought her axe down on the neck of the next dead body severing it’s head, “Head shot doesn’t always, Southern Boy, there’s more at stake here than a few rotted corpse hoppin’ up and trying to gnaw on your ankle.” She stood and tossed him the shovel laying in the dirt, “So do something useful.” 

[hernamewaschris]

“If you get bit, I’ve got you. I’ll put you down so quick it’s cool”

Chris looked at the man with a small squint of her eyes. Was that meant to be a nice thing to say? Maybe he thought it sounded nice in his head.

“I won’t get bit.” She puffed up her chest a little before taking the sip from her canteen. She wiped the back of her motu before offering it to the man.