"You Have No Idea What I Can Live With."

Independent Shane Walsh roleplaying account written by Ashley©. 6+ years of roleplaying experience. Mun/Muse 20+. May contain NSFW content. Check out About for more details. OOC tag: outofshotgunshells. FC: Jon Bernthal. Tracking the tag: whaticanlivewith. 

[whaticanlivewith]

Sigh, why do the good ones always leave. Seriously, for the sake of your writing and all the creativity that went behind it, don't delete. Even if this becomes an archive blog, then so be it, because you put so much time into your works. No reason to discard them. <3 And hope you can find resolution to your rl issues soon. <3

Thank you so much. Reading this meant the world to me... <3

[whaticanlivewith]

PSA

I'm thinking about going on a forever hiatus or deleting my blog. To those I have threads with and or promised them things-- I'm sorry but I no longer have any muse for Shane. I've realized I can no longer keep my interest here for personal reasons. If you wish to contact me, my kik is whaticanlivewith or inbox me for my skype.

[whaticanlivewith]

-hugs tightly-

<3

[whaticanlivewith]

Hope you are okay and coming back soon, I enjoy reading your rps.

Thank you anony... I'm okay, I promise. I'm just in a rough patch right now. I'm hoping to come back soon. <3

telltale’s the walking dead game season one | sentence starters

– taken and adapted from telltale’s the walking dead game season one. contains bad language, slurs, and themes of violence and death. feel free to change pronouns etc.

❛ are you dead?… HEY! ARE YOU DEAD? ❜ ❛ you need to be quiet. ❜ ❛ i got chased by a couple of dead people. ❜ ❛ so, uh… what do you do when corpses aren’t walking around? ❜ ❛ i… i have to pee. ❜ ❛ they will find us, they will get in here, and none of this will fucking matter. ❜ ❛ s/he’s kinda cute, in that parent’s basement sort of way. ❜ ❛ you didn’t have a choice. you think you do, when you look back on it. but in a moment? when things are really out of control? you don’t have any choice. ❜ ❛ open sesame. ❜ ❛ dude, where’d your weapon go? ❜ ❛ you’re not coming with us, you son of a bitch. ❜ ❛ i’m not letting someone else get eaten today, especially a good friend. ❜ ❛ this isn’t your own personal dictatorship. ❜ ❛ hey, i didn’t ask to lead this group! ❜ ❛ i’ve got charm coming outta my ass. ❜ ❛ okay, ____  don’t pop a gasket. ❜ ❛ i ain’t going back. you tell ‘em ____ ain’t going back! ❜ ❛ oh calm down, princess. i’ll do it myself. ❜ ❛ oh, you are NOT saying what i think you’re saying. ❜ ❛ we’ll mourn him/her later, but right now we have to keep him/her from coming back. ❜ ❛ are you stupid?! he’s gonna turn! you’re putting all of us at risk. ❜ ❛ s/he was still alive, ____. s/he was still alive… ❜ ❛ put the gun down, bitch! ❜ ❛ we do whatever is best for the kids. doesn’t that make sense? ❜ ❛ we’re strongest together. ❜ ❛ it’s hell on earth and it’s coming this way. ❜ ❛ you need to un-hear all of that. ❜ ❛ don’t call me small. ❜ ❛ you’re in no position to make demands. ❜ ❛ you think you’re some tough bitch, don’t you? like nothing can hurt you, but you’re just a scared little girl. ❜ ❛ what? you think there might be something dangerous inside an abandoned locomotive? hadn’t crossed my mind. ❜ ❛ you touch any of my stuff? ❜ ❛ you wanna scare people? scare me, motherfucker. ❜ ❛ i guess i probably know everything then. being a little girl and all… ❜ ❛ i hope you know what you’re doing with him/her. for his/her sake. ❜ ❛ ask not for whom the bell tolls…. it tolls for thee. ❜ ❛ what are you yammering on about? ❜ ❛ so, you’re just gonna leave me on the bench here? ❜ ❛ i find whoever’s doing that, i’ll ring their motherfuckin’ bell for them. ❜ ❛ well screw you. i ain’t giving up that easy. ❜ ❛ get that finger out of my face before i jam it straight up your ass. ❜ ❛ oh, hey. you made it back. good job… good job… ❜ ❛ what the hell happened here? i thought this place was supposed to be secure. ❜ ❛ if this asshole thinks s/he’s getting on my boat after what s/he did, s/he’s out of his/her motherfucking mind! ❜ ❛ there’s no time! you have to go, now! ❜ ❛ i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say any of this and give you the chance to walk away. ❜ ❛ if i were you, i’d choose my next words very carefully. ❜ ❛ okay… this has to be done…. sorry, pal… i gotta do it… ❜ ❛ i think i just peed myself. ❜ ❛ they’re just people. people who have been dealing with shitty situations even longer than we have. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying we should ALL chill. not just you. ❜ ❛ i know i fucked up, but stop pushing me around and stop wishing i was dead! ❜ ❛ dude, you ruined that guy’s face. ❜ ❛ if you were me, you’d be a foot taller. ❜ ❛ you don’t just end it ‘cause it’s hard. you stick it out and you help the folks you care about. ❜ ❛ wa-AHHH! ❜ ❛ at least it doesn’t look like a death trap. ❜ ❛ you don’t smell good. ❜ ❛ you’re covered in all that gross stuff. ❜ ❛ please don’t be dead, please no. ❜ ❛ i was so scared… i– i thought you left me… ❜ ❛ please, no… no, that’s not true… ❜ ❛ there’s no time to be upset. ❜ ❛ you can take care of yourself, see? ❜ ❛ keep that hair short. ❜ ❛ i’ll miss you. ❜

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[whaticanlivewith]

"Y'really think Rick's wife ever gave a shit about ya?"

ASK MY MUSE PROBING AND/ OR ASKING INAPPROPRIATE QUETIONS ABOUT THIER RELATIONSHIPS. NOTHING OFF LIMITS.

@devilbxsideyou

“Prolly’ not– but DAMN if she wasn’t a good fuck and a half, man…”

[whaticanlivewith]

Watch out y'all! Shane's in a mood tonight LET ME TELL YOU...

Ask my muse probing and/or inappropriate questions about their relationships. Nothing off limits.

[whaticanlivewith]

I’m so proud of myself for actually jumping into my drafts. I didn’t get them all done, but hey, it’s a start. I’ll do more later-- maybe. Getting offline for now because I can’t keep my eyes open.

[whaticanlivewith]

Shit. This girl was gonna make him work for it. Alright, she had a good play so he was game. That and she was crazy hot.

“Listen darlin’, I get it. You ain’t into the whole one night stand thang. Fair enough. So how ‘bout I take you out– any place you wanna go? I’ll pay.”

[fearbattered-deactivated2020052]

Harley had to give him credit; he was persistent. “Are you that eager to get me into bed, sugar?” She giggled, looking at him. “Alright, you can take me out. But I ain’t gonna promise to sleep with you.”

[whaticanlivewith]

Shane knew he was going to have to be on his ‘best behavior’ if he wanted to go far with this one. At least taking her out to dinner was somewhat of a start.

“Let’s jus’ say... you’ve caught my interest-- way more than any other woman I’ve met. Would I like to get your pretty lil’ ass in my bed? Hell yeah. But, I also know my usual sweet talkin’ ain’t gonna do it alone.”

He gave her a soft smile before standing up from the bar stool he had been sitting on and then held out a hand to her; almost like a true gentleman.

“So, where am I takin’ ya, Harley-babe?”

[daingean-archived]

Smack! // YOLO

Beth let out a gasp and put a hand to her chest before turning around, “What the hell, Shane - that hurt,” she whined as she rubbed her backside with a small pout forming on her lips, she shoved him before shaking her head, “Didn’t your momma teach you any manners?”

Send “Smack!” To smack my muse’s bum… Hard@whaticanlivewithstatus; accepting

[whaticanlivewith]

Smirking from ear to ear, Shane chuckled as she shoved him back and just licked at his lower lip, eyes darker than usual as he watched Beth give him hell for what he had just done; he had slapped her rear pretty damn hard. He was guessing by now, he had left a decent sized reddening hand print even under her jeans.

“My momma? Naw. She wasn’t around to teach me manners like that.”

He took a step back towards her, reaching out to brush a few strands of her blonde hair from her face, still smiling.

“Besides, it ain’t my fault you were bent over like you were-- you’re ass was jus’ begging to be spanked.”

[behindtheireyes]

From here

Giggling her other hand slipped over his shoulder dangling a ice cold bottle of beer from two fingers for him, it had been a surprise when the group had come across a couple of untouched cases and they were making a little party of it.

“Figured you might want one of these before they’re all gone.”

@whaticanlivewith

[whaticanlivewith]

Shane liked this woman already-- and it wasn’t just because she was good looking either. Sure, she had a fine ass, a nice rack and a pretty face to top it all off, but the way she carried herself was what really got him hooked. And now, she was offering him a beer. What had he done to deserve all this?

“Well, ain’t you a sweetheart?”

He chuckled softly and took the cold bottle from her, popping the top off with the bottom on his tight fitted back t-shirt. He didn’t hesitate in taking a sip either; the first swig went down almost as smooth as water.

“Shit-- I almost forgot how good an ice cold beer on a hot day was.”

[whaticanlivewith]

“You left your shirt at my house, it’s mine now.”

@strong-not-weak“Sorry darlin’, Im'a be needin’ that back. It’s my lucky black shirt. Now come on, hand it over.” He smirked at her with his hand slowly reaching out towards her.

[strong-not-weak-deactivated2024]

“But Shane, its comfy and plus. I could end up sleeping in it if I really wanted to.” Julia had teasingly smirked at him, moved back away from him.

[whaticanlivewith]

Shane shook his head and smirked back at her, reaching out to lightly grab a hold of the shirt she was wearing. He tugged on it and pulled her close to him, his dark eyes staring down at her. “No back talkin’ me, darlin’. I said I want my shirt back… now.”

[strong-not-weak-deactivated2024]

“No,” Julia looked at him, biting her lip out of habit as she looked up at him, she had thought about what Shane might do now that she was talking back to him

[whaticanlivewith]

Letting out a low masculine growl of sorts, Shane raised a brow at Julia when she refused to give him back his shirt. Now this was fairly typical of her– she loved testing his patience. With a single swift tug, he pulled her right against him, one hand on her lower back and the other now gripping her wrist. He lowered his face by slightly hunching over so he was staring down at her only inches away from her own face. “I said… gimme back my shirt. Now are you gonna comply, or am I gonna have to punish ya?”

[strong-not-weak-deactivated2024]

“Mhm, you know if I give you the shirt back than your going to be teased the rest of the day.” Julia had giggled before reaching her hands to the hem of Shane’s shirt in which she was wearing, pulling it off to reveal a black lace bra, she gave him the shirt back. “Your welcome.” She had went to go grab the tank top that she left in case, looking back at Shane. “Do you have any kinks?”

[whaticanlivewith]

Shane rolled his eyes at Julia when she tossed him his shirt and made it clear she was going to tease him for the rest of the day; he couldn’t help eyeing her body once his shirt was off her. Of course. Again, there was always some twisted catch with her when it came to getting his way. 

“You are lucky you are so damn hot.”

Tossing the shirt he had let her borrow into the hamper in his room, he kept on looking her up and down, almost ready to pounce on her for round two. When she questioned his kinks, he scoffed.

“Shit-- ‘course I do. I ain’t lettin’ you in on ‘em though.”

[heartfullyferal]

"You want me to claim you, don't you?"

“I….I do,” Elizabeth began reluctantly, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt. “I’m…I’m just afraid….that it’s going to hurt….”

[whaticanlivewith]

Shane could smell her from where he stood which was only a few feet away. Her sweet scent invaded his nostrils, making it very hard for the alpha in him to back down. He wanted her– bad. Licking his lower lip, he smiled at her rather sweetly. He had yet to actually claim anyone, but he was thinking that Elizabeth was the one. “I promise I’ll be gentle, darlin’.”

[heartfullyferal]

Backing away further, Elizabeth seemed very quiet and shy about this. She had no idea how to handle this, because no one had ever wanted to claim her before. Why now? What was it like? What would this change? She had a thousand questions running through her head now. “And…I’ll be okay…you’ll make sure I’m safe…?”

[whaticanlivewith]

He wasn’t sure what it was about this particular Omega, but Shane wanted, no, needed to claim her as his. He also knew that given the particular situation, that he had to be delicate on how he handled things. This wouldn’t be his first time fucking a female, that was for damn sure, but it would be his first time actually claiming one. 

“I swear you’ll be safe-- I swear on my life.”

He took a few steps towards her, slowly reaching one of his hands out for her to take.

[missusgrimes-archive]

( shane. )

“What’s there to tell? I found Carl throwin’ stones at a walker in the woods and I handled it– you’re welcome.” Maybe if Lori had been watching her son like she was supposed to, that particular incident wouldn’t of happened in the first place.

“Shane, I appreciate you keepin’ him safe, but it’s not your job to ‘handle it’ – Rick and I need to know these things,” she said, incredibly angry that he hadn’t bothered to tell her about this before. “I had no idea he was leavin’ camp!”

( @whaticanlivewith )

[whaticanlivewith]

Shane was hardly stupid. He could hear the irritation in her voice and see the furious storm that was brewing in her eyes. Lori was pissed. Holding back a scoff, he just ran a hand over his freshly shaved head and rolled his eyes at her as if what he had just handled wasn’t that big of a deal. “Well, maybe if you and Rick weren’t too busy playin’ ‘kiss Hershel's ass’, you would’a had your eyes on your son like you should have.” 

“I know I ain’t a parent or anythin’, but it seems like Carl’s at that age where gettin’ into trouble is gonna start bein’ a habit and you should start keepin’ a better eye on him-- that’s all I’m sayin’...”