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xpao-bearx · 4 years

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SUMMARY: [Supernatural TWD AU] In which Negan is a kinky incubus, Rick Grimes is your secret guardian angel, and Daryl Dixon is a gruff monster/demon hunter. Three drastically different men who can only agree on one thing: making you theirs.

PAIRINGS: Reader x Negan, Reader x Rick Grimes, Reader x Daryl Dixon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please be prepared and do NOT report.

NOTE: This is actually my first time ever writing an xReader story series as well as writing on Tumblr (I usually only write on Wattpad). As such, it probs won't be perfect though I would SERIOUSLY appreciate your *respectful* feedback and support!

I understand writing xReader content can get a lil tricky, so please just keep in mind that not everything Y/N says or does would be something that you'd do IRL or even approve of. Also, sometimes I may not help but put a teeny bit of myself in Y/N...

Lastly, I recently got back into the TWD fandom after a looong ass time and I'm taking a while re-watching the whole show. So I apologize in advance if my portrayal of any of the characters are rusty or I may not remember too much of the events from the show, but I promise to do my very best and hope y'all enjoy~!! \(^o^)/

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @blccdyknuckles and @negans-attagirl 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 1

The sounds of laughter and easygoing chatter filled your ears as you walked closer to the church, a light breeze blowing through your F/C floral dress and the sun blinding your eyes. It was Sunday, most residents of the small town of Alexandria having gathered for mass.

It was a day like any other; peaceful and happy, children giggling and chasing each other around as their parents socialized outside before church could start.

Your heels clacking rhythmically on the pavement, you were just about to enter the building before a familiar voice called out.

"Y/N!"

Spinning, a huge smile instantly reached your ears as you saw none other than Carl Grimes waving enthusiastically at you as he jumped out of a car. From the driver's seat, his father soon followed as he stepped out.

Rick Grimes--dedicated sheriff of this fine town. His usual uniform forgone, instead replaced with a casual navy coloured suit. His baby blues met your E/C, flashing you a bright smile of his own that rivalled the sun itself.

Carl was running towards you now, and once in front he gave you a big hug.

"Settle down, cowboy! It's as if you haven't seen me in forever." You chuckled, ruffling Carl's hair affectionately.

"That's 'cause it did feel like forever." Carl pouted, eventually letting go as he looked up at you.

Before you can reply, Rick patted Carl's head and greeted you. "Hey, Y/N. How are things?" He asked in that endearing Southern accent of his.

"Just fine." You nodded, grinning before you couldn't help but let your gaze wander around a bit. "No Judith?"

It was then that Rick's smile faltered, but just barely. You nearly didn't catch it. "No. She's with her mom."

Rick was divorced from his ex-wife, Lori, after he discovered her cheating on him with his also now ex-bestfriend Shane Walsh. After the divorce, Shane and Lori quickly moved to the neighbouring community of Woodbury together and agreed on joint custody of the kids.

It really made your blood boil; you've interacted with Lori only a few times before so you didn't really have much of an opinion on her...that is, until, you learned what had happened between her and Rick. You knew it wasn't any of your business, but you cared about Rick a lot and he sure as hell didn't deserve to get cheated on.

"Oh." Was all you could say, quite stupidly. Your cheeks reddened, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "Will I see her in the daycare tomorrow, though?" You were a daycare teacher and even though you loved all of the kids, Judith was your favourite. She was simply such a sweetheart.

Rick nodded, his smile softening. "You got it."

You couldn't continue the conversation as the bells rang, making you jump out of your skin. Carl, noticing this, laughed which made you playfully roll your eyes before slinging an arm around him as all of you went inside.

♡♡♡

You took your place near the back of the church with Carl and Rick. Once everyone was settled and done singing, the service began and Father Gabriel stood on top of the podium. A few minutes into his sermon, the interruption of a motorcycle revving loudly outside sliced through the air. Gabriel flinched in surprise, and it was obvious he was desperately trying to keep his cool. Finally, when it was silent again, you found yourself biting back a smile knowing all too well who had caused the ruckus.

It seems Rick knew, too, judging from how his jaw clenched and his hands turned into tight fists.

The doors were thrown open, making Gabriel flinch once more and some of the congregation turning in the pews to look. But poor Gabriel quickly fumbled with his Bible, raising his voice just a tad to regain their attention.

There was a low whistle accompanying the approaching footsteps, but the congregation did their damn hardest to ignore the latest visitor.

"Damn... I assumed the church would be a lot more welcoming than this." A husky voice whispered, and you at last couldn't hold back as a smile broke through.

"Negan." You whispered back, turning slightly in your seat to see he has taken the spot behind you. His leather clad arms lackadaisically resting on your chair, the musky scent of his cologne invading your senses oh so wonderfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

"What? Is it really that surprising, darlin'?" He grinned, presenting a row of perfectly straight white teeth. "I go to church."

"Not all the time." You pointed out.

"Ah..." He chuckled softly, hazel eyes twinkling. "That's 'cause Father Creepy McGee over there is just that. Creepy. As. Shit."

You bit the inside of your cheeks, suppressing your laughter. True, Gabriel did have his moments, but he wasn't that bad. That didn't change the fact that Negan knew exactly how to tickle your funny bone, though.

He was new to Alexandria. It was a lovely town, but since it was relatively small not a lot of people want to move here not unless it was families looking for their children to grow up in a safe environment. Which was why it was quite a shock to find out that a single man like Negan chose this destination, and even more so when he took everyone aback with his infamous pottymouth and rather inappropriate charisma.

He had moved just a couple of houses down from yours, and you made it your mission to befriend him. Right from the get-go, he had piqued your interest and curiousity. He was different from everyone else--even possessing an air of mystery about him--and that definitely intrigued you. And also, perhaps you were just too nice and didn't want him to feel outcasted. Although, that didn't seem like an issue to him at all.

"Want one?" You were brought back to reality when you saw Negan's hand outstretched with a pack of cigarettes.

"Dude, we're in church." You reprimanded, frowning.

Negan didn't say anything, only cocking a brow and still with that same shit-eating grin. You sighed, finally giving in as you swiftly grabbed one and stashed it away in your purse for later.

"Y/N." You turned to the left, Rick's icy gaze piercing you. "Pay attention."

"R-Right. Sorry..." You mumbled sheepishly.

Carl, who was sitting in the middle of you and Rick, had dozed off. Rick nudged him, but the brunette only groaned softly and snuggled into Rick's chest. Defeated, the sheriff sighed and was just about to listen again to Gabriel before Negan cut in.

"Rick!" Negan purposely raised his voice, knowing it would get a rise out of the other man. "Didn't even see ya there. Howdy, cowboy!"

Rick grimaced, and it looked like he was just going to ignore Negan though he knew that if he did that then Negan would just irritate him even further. "Good to see you, Negan." He forced himself to say.

"Only you can say that while giving me such a deadly side eye, Grimes." Negan snickered. "How have you been? How's the wife?"

Rick flushed, his fists in a tight ball again and it looked like his nails would be digging into his skin. You abruptly swung into action, placing a hand on Rick's own.

"Rick..." You said gently. "It's okay. Calm down."

Rick did, his shoulders drooping as if a heavy weight had been lifted. He can barely pay any attention to Gabriel now, then you suddenly stood up and grabbed Negan's arm.

"We need to talk. Now."

"What, we going for a quickie?" Negan smirked, but that soon faded when he saw your serious expression. He sighed dramatically, reaching his full height as he towered over you before following you out.

At this point, you didn't care if people saw what transpired or would even start gossiping. No one, not even Negan, was allowed to harass Rick. He has helped you through so much shit--more than you'd like to admit--and you at least owed him this much.

Once outside, next to where Negan parked his motorcycle, you exploded. "What the fuck is with you?! You leave Rick alone, or I swear to fucking Christ I will--"

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold your horses, missy!" Negan guffawed, his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, I like 'em feisty, but goddamn! Watch your fucking language."

"Tch. You're one to talk."

"Did you just scoff at me?" He raised his brows, putting his hands in his pockets as he slowly drew closer to you. A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, tilting his head slightly. "No one's ever fucking scoffed at me and didn't regret it soon after."

You frowned, letting out a huff as you met his gaze challengingly. "As if you'd do anything to me."

He was silent for several moments before chuckling, leaning back against his motorcycle. "You're right. I have too much of a soft spot for ya." He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it then taking a drag. He drew his head upwards, puffing out the smoke. "Whaddya say we just forgive and forget? I truly am sorry. You can even tell Rick that I am metaphorically down on my goddamn knees begging for forgiveness~"

"I'm not forgiving or forgetting anything until you actually face Rick and apologize yourself." You muttered. And without another word, you spun on your heel and strutted back inside the church with your head held high.

Negan's intent stare lingered where your ass had just been, taking another long drag and letting out a small laugh to himself.

His eyes suddenly glowed a crimson red, a smirk playing on his lips.

Oh, he really did pick a GREAT one.

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wexarethewalkingxdead · 2 years

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I posted 8,054 times in 2022

1,368 posts created (17%)

6,686 posts reblogged (83%)

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I tagged 8,053 of my posts in 2022

#.muse [daryl] - 1,144 posts

#.muse [rick] - 1,004 posts

#.muse [carol] - 872 posts

#.musings [carol] - 655 posts

#.muse [shane] - 592 posts

#.muse [charles] - 526 posts

#.musings [daryl] - 500 posts

#.musings [shane] - 462 posts

#.musings [rick] - 430 posts

#.ship [carol x daryl] - 425 posts

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#t; maybe thats what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

My Top Posts in 2022:

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜ (from Michonne to Rick)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. - @micaela-arg

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

Rick had just walked through the door when Michonne stepped into the room, looking as if she was about to give him news of their family dog dying. But they didn't have a dog. He instantly felt sick as he moved to her, his brow was furrowed with concern. "What happened?"

Michonne lifted her hands, putting them on his chest to keep the distance between them. "Promise me you're not going to over-react." She had to keep him calm first and foremost, but she wasn't sure if that was the best way to start this conversation.

His head tilted, frown deepening as he took her by the wrists and put a little more distance between them. Nothing good ever came from the start of a conversation like that. He swallowed thickly, pushing the lump that had risen in his throat back down into his stomach. "Damn it, Michonne. Just tell me what's wrong." He had stepped around her, looking for whatever could be the reason for all of this.

She reached out for his arm, grasping him just above the elbow so that he stopped and looked at her. "I was only out of the room for a minute. I have no idea how she got them..." It was then that Judith came into the room from the kitchen. Her brown curls were short on one side and almost to her scalp on the other.

His eyes widened as he looked from Judith to Michonne and then back again. He moved to her and picked her up and turned to his wife once again. "Where the hell did she get scissors?!" Then he remembered having them out the night before, but he didn't remember putting them back on top of the fridge where they kept them.

She moved to them both, fingering the shorter curls and almost had tears in her eyes. "I was only out of the room for a minute. I swear..." She had been horrified when she'd returned to the kitchen and found clumps of hair near the kitchen table then found Judith, scissors still in her hands, hiding under the table.

He rubbed a tired hand down his face and groaned. "It's my fault. I forgot to put them back up."

She smacked his arm, shoving him slightly as she felt relief wash over her. "Thank God! I thought she'd climbed on top of the counter and got them down herself." She felt her knees buckle slightly. She'd been imaging all the ways Judith could have impaled herself on them since discovering her butchered hair.

He pulled her into his arms and hugged them both. He kissed first Judith then Michonne's temple. He closed his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, Carl did this. Only he did climb our counters like a jungle gym, and Lori about stroked out." He chuckled softly.

She smacked him again as a smile returned to her face. She took Judith's face in her hands and rubbed noses with her. "Well, I guess the good news is that it will grow back."

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“You know I’m gonna win, right?” (From Connie to Daryl)

drabble list - @micaela-arg

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

72. “You know I’m gonna win, right?”

Daryl didn't know how he'd been roped into playing cards with Connie, but here they were. They were about ten hands in, and he had lost his boots, his socks and his pants at this point. And she was still mostly dressed as she seemed to get one good hand after the other. 'This is bullshit,' he signed as a scowl crossed his face.

Connie couldn't stop the giggle and then the soft snort. She covered her mouth and nose with her hand as she knew that the snort was different and was thrilled to be able to let loose and just have fun for a change. It had been a long time since she'd been afforded that luxury. She laid down her hand, winning once again. 'Vest.'

He rolled his eyes once again as he slipped out of the vest, knowing that he wasn't ready to remove his shirt. He would have to play the hardest he's ever played as he took all the cards and started to shuffle them so he could deal them each another hand. "Can't believe you talked me into playin' strip poker," he complained, but he wasn't really upset. Just annoyed with himself at not being able to get a good hand.

'You know I'm gonna win, right?' She did a little happy dance from her seat on the floor as she started to pick up the cards as he dealt them to her.

"Yeah? Then why don't we just go ahead and quit. Ain't no need in playin' if you already know who wins." He looked at his cards then, knowing he was fucked for sure. He dropped three cards to the table and took three.

She shook her head, waggling her eyebrows before asking for only one card. She placed her cards facedown so that she could sign. 'Where's the fun in that?' she teased.

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“MY MERCY PREVAILS OVER MY WRATH.” - RICK GRIMES

Independent and Selective Multi-Muse for AMC’s The Walking Dead

Multiship. Multiverse. Non-exclusive. Highly selective.

Canon Muses: Beth Greene, Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, & Sophia Peletier

Original Character Muse(s): Charles/Charlotte Eaton aka Charley Eaton

RULES || VERSES || NAVIGATION || DISCLAIMER || OPEN MEMES

15 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

anyone have questions for me or the muses?

Or really just anything you want to say to me. I’m really wanting some ask box interaction for me and the muses tonight. So any takers?

16 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

But You Can’t Do Both || Shane & Alice || @we-will-begin-again

Shane had chosen to stay at the prison for the same reason that he always stayed at the quarry when people went out. It was their choice to go off on a run, and if they didn't make it back that was their own trouble. His job was to protect the ones that had stayed behind. Mainly Carl and Judith. He owed it to Lori to make sure those two survived no matter what happened to himself or to Rick. And Rick just had to go off and play hero. Things didn't change in some respects.

He hadn't expected them back for a few days because you never knew what to expect out there anymore, but he was getting word of the group that had ventured had returned with Glenn and Maggie in tow. He had to see with his own eyes that they were all okay and unharmed. He placed Judith in Beth's arms, kissing the baby on the head before he headed outside.

He blinked at the brightness outside, taking a minute to adjust. His hand went up to his forehead, blocking the sun so he could make out the figures that were climbing out of the cars and a few that were still back at the gate. Carol and Carl had been at the tower when they'd returned. He counted heads, realizing that with Michonne and then Maggie and Glenn that the number was off but there were several familiar faces missing and one he didn't know in place of them.

He adjusted the glock on his hip as he headed toward the car and the new woman that had been brought into their walls. "We takin' in strays now, Glenn?" He was glad to see the man, even if he was beat to hell. He was alive and that's all the could hope for the ones that were missing. "Where's Daryl? Oscar?" His eyes didn't stray from the stranger as she stood there waiting to be told where to go.

18 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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sailedsunsetarch · 3 years

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shane never actually loved lori. i think that's the issue with a lot, he grew frustrated and angry over her treatment of him because they had both equally found comfort in their grief with each other. two adults who thought their husband and best friend was dead and they needed to feel something. the problems started when lori started to act like shane was the villain in their affairs, like it was all him, and he should be ashamed, and he shouldn't talk to her, or her son, and then do the opposite that he started to feel like she owed him better than that. like he didn't deserve the be villainized for finding comfort in a long time friend. shane and rick went to high school together, and therefore rick's family was shane's family and to have her suddenly treat him like that caused him to act out, sometimes in ways he found himself hating all together because they were unlike him because he loves the grimes like family, they're basically all he's ever had. it only got worse when lori became pregnant with judith and again told him he had no rights. she stripped shane down, and it wasn't ( in my opinion ) that shane was obsessed with her, it was desperation to have someone care, to feel like he wasn't the villain in lori's story, that she owed him better than that because he had done everything for her, and she tossed him aside when rick returned like he didn't matter, that would hurt anyone. friend or lover.

side note: this isn’t to say i don’t or won’t ship shane x lori. i would actually LOVE an exclusive or main lori grimes to explore this dynamic with properly. invest a lot of time growing them exploring aus, you know a zombie free world, a what if rick never did show up au, the what if rick died in that field au, i have a lot of ideas.

#𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 / headcanon.

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darlingshane · 4 years

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Trapped

Summary: Shane ends up trapped in a car forced to relive his final moments before being left behind.

Rating (M): Action, Angst, Violence. + Love and Fluff.

Ship: Shane Walsh x ofc.

Words: 4k.

(Warnings: anti-Rick, brief mention of miscarriage)

A/N: This is Chapter 16, part of my very self indulging Shane fic: Aiming in the Dark. I’m randomly sharing this cause I’ve been going through the whole fic fixing some stuff and I actually really love the structure of this one. I think it can be enjoyed as a one-shot.

Shane is royally fucked.

Big time.

Against the dark sky, the fire strikes brighter at his back, as he hustles, leaving it behind.

He climbs quickly on top of the hood of a car, and boosts himself to the roof. Through the open sunroof, he tosses his shotgun and the walkie-talkie and squirms down through that same hole to take cover from the hundreds of walkers chasing after him.

Almost with no breath left, he slides the panel back into position and checks that all doors and windows stay shut, while the vehicle gets completely surrounded.

His head swivels, muttering curses, before tilting back against the seat rest, hearing the incessant growling filling his hearing like white noise.

With no backup or change of getting out, he tiredly picks up the walkie to call for Olivia. He’s not sure if she’d be on the other end, but he tries anyway. Just to say goodbye or hear her voice one last time.

“Baby, are you there?”

He tries several times. Spacing the calls, waiting desperately for a signal. When there is no answer, he presses the device against his forehead, clenching his eyes shut, hoping she’s safe somewhere far away from there.

She is, she has to be…

“Please, if you’re listening… don’t come back for me.” Tears spill out of his eyes, talking into the void.

“Fuck, I know you’re coming back… we shoulda left this morning like we were supposed to. I know you stayed because of me… it ain’t a way out of this anymore, not for me. But there is for you… please, go home… if I ever… I’ll find you, I promise.”

Sha– Her voice breaks in for a millisecond into the speaker, but that’s all he gets.

Leaving the walkie-talkie on the seat next to him, with no plan other than to wait for the walkers to clear the space on their own, he counts his last bullets: five. He takes one of them out of the chamber of his handgun to keep in his pocket. If he’s going down, he’s not returning as one of those things, that’s something he’s sure about.

He slouches, propping his elbows on his knees with his forehead resting on his palms, covering the gruesome scene lurking around him. If these are his final moments, he doesn’t want to go with the memory of all the damned rotten faces on the other side of the glass.

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He couldn't say it was fast, it was a long, miserable day that started less than 24 hours ago after the rescue of the rest of the group. Then it all snowballed…

First Rick.

Bringing him to Wiltshire States was the first mistake, if it wasn’t for Carl being out there with him, he could’ve left his former partner to fend for himself in a ditch. He didn’t only manage to put everyone in danger twice, but he did it a third time. Shane thought maybe this time was different, that Rick changed somehow after the incident at the bar.

Then it was Lori.

He still doesn’t know how he is supposed to feel about what happened…

He was told more than once that he went a little overboard with his way of handling things. But when he saw her, completely devastated, in the bed after the loss of the baby, all pointed to no, he should have tried even harder to protect them, even if he would’ve had to resort to more drastic measures.

Standing in front of her, his heart broke. Unable to process the part about the baby being his. It felt pretty surreal that he could have been a father in just a few months. He screwed up badly. He should’ve known better than to be so terribly irresponsible to sneak around with her like that.

He took the chair by the window, and chewed the inside of his lip with fidgety thumbs playing behind his lace fingers. Unsure of what to say or how to make it better for her; out of habit, the first question that popped into his mind was – how are you feeling? He quickly shut it down before giving his mouth a chance to betray him.

The answer was written all over her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you,” she broke the silence, “if only I could go back and make it different somehow… this wouldn’t have happened.”

“No, Lor, you don’t have to apologize for anything. You were tryin’ to protect your family, I get that.”

“You were part of that family too, Shane… we made things complicated and… I was mad you lied about Rick, but I should’ve seen that you were right all along. Not about lying, but about the farm not being safe, I needed it to be safe… for Carl, Sophia and… the baby.”

“That’s all I wanted for you, Lori. I'd have tried harder if I knew…”

Lori sighed, wiping a few tears off her cheeks, “would you ever forgive me for not telling you?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, I get it, you know? Would you forgive me too?”

She nodded, “are you really leaving?”

“Yeah, in a few hours.”

“You really love her.” She stated without question.

“I do.”

Fuck, he does love her…

Throwing a fit in the small space, his body is suddenly stiff, pressed against the seat. Then, he finds himself kicking the back of the front seat, drawing more attention to himself than necessary as the walkers go ravenous at the sound of him and the walkie cracking a few scrambled words:

late -- don’t -- if -- will -- to -- same --

“Liv?” he stops, and speaks into the walkie before it goes soundless again.

Half-way defeated and exhausted, his mind takes him on an unwanted trip to relive his worst moments– his mom dying, his grandparents following, Rick getting shot and everything that came after that until Otis.

He did leave that man to die in a situation exactly like this. It was just a matter of time until karma would knock on his door, putting him right here.

When he opens his eyes, he believes he’s seeing Dale in one of those decaying faces through the window.

He faded out slowly just a few hours ago, right before everything went to shit. Maybe it’s him, they didn’t have time to put him out of his misery when he turned…

Rick reached over the man’s eyes to close them and gestured at Shane to follow him to the kitchen. He did the same to Olivia, and the three of them have a little meeting where Rick told them what he learned at the CDC, what he knew all along: everyone is infected.

If you die, no matter how, you wake up as a walker.

“Jenner told you?” Shane questioned.

“Just before we left.”

“And you kept that information all this time… why?”

“Cause I wasn’t sure, for all I know he could be lying but if it turns out to be true…”

“We need everyone out of there… they can’t see that happen,” Olivia added.

“Did you know something about it?” Rick looked at her with concern.

“Some of it. I wasn’t sure either.”

They got everyone out of the house, and shut that front door to keep them away. But people weren’t just going to leave without an explanation. They knew something was up, and they started voicing their worries about why they couldn’t bury him yet, and leave Dale to rest in peace.

Rick answered some of those on the porch, while Shane followed Olivia to the main gate of the neighborhood.

“Hey, babe. Wait up,” he uttered, speeding his stride, behind her, “anything wrong?”

“Do you hear that buzzing?” Olivia turned around and waved a hand in the air with a finger pointing up, not really sure what she was hearing.

“Is it the horde, maybe?”

“Might be.” Holding her rifle between the bars, she pressed an eye on the scope, observing the far horizon of the road, spotting a group of walkers meandering and spreading to the side of the road.

“Part of it, at least, they’re trailing off.” she lowered her weapon and frowned, “something’s not right.”

“What’d you mean?”

“Heard one of them got away at the farm, the kid… Randall?”

“Shit, are you sure?”

She nodded, “they didn’t tell us everything, Shane… I got it from Carol when you were out looking for Rick. That night at the bar? The kid was injured, they left him behind, and Rick took him to the farm, got himself patched up and sent on his way.”

“My fuckin’ God, he’s gonna get ‘em all killed.” Shane’s head turned to look at his former partner.

“I’m done, Shane.” Olivia stated, propping her weapon on the wall, and leaned on the booth next to the gate, getting some shadow from the structure. “We’re running in circles here… it’s time to move on.”

Shane rubbed the back of his neck for a moment and left his shotgun next to hers before placing a hand on her hip as reassurance, and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, after Dale… we take off, alright?”

She sighed, and her head tilted to the side, sending a hand to grip at his arm. Shane’s head ducked, pressing a soft kiss on her exposed neck before resting his forehead against hers.

“This isn’t how I wanted to go today, you know?” Shane whispered.

“No?”

“No,” his mouth quirked up a half-smirk, placing his other palm to the other side of her hip, “I was gonna make you breakfast, get it to bed before you woke up, then love you a coupla times after…”

“A coupla times, huh?” She pressed her teeth on her lower lip for a beat, “it was a good plan, Walsh.”

He laughed softly before capturing her lips. His lips trapped and gave a gentled tug to her bottom one before sliding inside her mouth.

Her palm glided up to his nape as her opposite arm curled around his waist to grip on the waistband of his cargo pants. One of his thumbs stroked circles underneath the hem of her tank top and over her hip bone.

“I woulda loved that, babe,” she breathed, after parting for his lips.

“Yeah?” the tip of his nose brushed hers, tenderly.

She barely had time to nod when all of a sudden, a loud explosion went off nearby, and her arms reacted instinctively, locking around his midsection, tightly.

His whole body was pressed against hers, and his arms took care of protecting her head.

Fortunately, the explosion happened in one of the empty houses, but the aftermath of it was an utter mess.

It took them almost a minute to realize that they were fine. Olivia was the first one to look to the side, peeking behind Shane’s arm to see the fire consuming the area, and people startled, running to see what happened.

With both of their hearing impaired momentarily by the detonation, he couldn’t grasp her voice when she called his name. Shane remained unmoved from his position, unable to unlock himself from shielding her.

“Babe, we need to move,” she insisted, grabbing his chin, guiding his stare to hers. It was like he was completely stunned by it. She could only feel the urgency of his pulse, coursing through his body. “It’s okay, we’re okay.”

He finally nodded and forced his mouth to yawn to clear the ringing in his ears.

“Walkers!” Someone shouts distantly, mixed with other screams and the roaring fire.

They both looked to the side to witness havoc wreaking in a matter of a couple of minutes, as a horde breached the property from behind the hose on fire.

Shane was still in shock, but not for much longer. When he held his weapon in his hand, he lunged forwards, with Olivia on his side, aiming towards the uninvited guests.

Forming a defensive position in the middle of the road, some joined them into their fight, as the others locked themselves inside.

One of the women they rescued the night before came out screaming around the corner of one of the houses with her exposed shoulder marked with a nasty bite. She fell to her knees, and Patricia and Maggie ran to her aid. As soon as they got to her, so did a few walkers. Maggie quickly fought them off, but Patricia got caught, tackled mercilessly by five of them, tearing her from limb to limb.

Maggie let out a cry, and retrieved, with tears pouring out her eyes, with no time to grieve, she trained her gun up and channeled her anger towards the walkers.

Their defensive line started to weaken as more and more kept crawling out of every nook, some of them got trapped in the fire, but the majority horde was coming at them relentlessly.

“Get everyone to the cars,” Shane shouted at Glenn and Maggie, taking a moment to reload, “we’ll hold them off.”

Aiming up, he continued firing with Olivia, Rick, Carl, Daryl, and Hershel by his side.

He couldn’t help but look at Rick with nothing but disgust. He knew this was his doing somehow and wasn’t going to let that go easily this time around.

When there wasn’t anything else to do other than climb into the cars and driveway, he locked eyes with Hershel and Daryl, and ordered them to cover the small group coming out of the house, heading towards the vehicles.

Beth and Lori stepped out next, and Rick ordered his son to leave the defensive line and joined the rest.

Glenn and Maggie helped T-Dog into the van and made sure to have most of them inside the vehicle already before taking off.

When Glenn went to check the house Dale died on, he found him roaming inside the room, growling and banging behind the door. With no time to bring him some peace, he quickly informed Rick and Shane that he had turned before getting into the van.

They started to retreat gradually, using the entrance that was not as crowded as the rest of the property.

“Where’s Andrea?!” Olivia yelled, realizing she hadn’t seen her since before this started.

None of them knew where she was. They shouted her name several times, but the blonde was nowhere to be seen.

With much apprehension and concern, Olivia took the steering wheel of the SUV loaded with supplies and Shane climbed into the Hyundai, with Rick taking the passenger seat.

Daryl led the convoy away from the neighborhood, quickly putting some distance from the horde.

Eying in the rearview mirror, Olivia observed Shane turning the car he was driving around, going back to the neighborhood, and she grabbed the walkie-talkie.

“Shane, what the hell are you doing?”

“We saw one of the girls, uhh… Sarah, in the woods,” Rick responded, “we’re going back for her.”

“The gas station in Plainfields. We’ll wait there. Be careful.”

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…we’ll wait there. Be careful.

Her last words echoed in his mind, remembering that last smile she drew before the explosion hit, wishing he would have kissed her one more time before leaving.

He took that turn where Rick spotted the teen girl running in the woods with Randall behind her, that last part of information he left out when he was talking to Olivia.

Closing the distance as much as they could without getting too close, he parked the car by the tree line as the sun began to set.

They followed their trail, and found Randall brutally dragging the girl by the arm, rushing her in the direction of a truck nearby.

“Hey, let her go!” Shane shouted, alerting him of their presence.

The boy quickly changed his mind and released the girl, pushing her in the direction of two walkers. Defenseless, her scream bounced between the trees as they got to her.

Randall urgently ran to his truck, with the two of them a little far behind.

And Shane was suddenly filled with rage, sprinting towards the kid to tackle him before he could reach his vehicle.

“Where’s Andrea?” He stood up, drew his gun out, and trained up to Randall’s head.

“Who?”

“You know who!” he pressed the sole of his boot against his chest, almost knocking all air out of him.

“Shane, stop!” Rick uttered, grabbing Shane’s arm.

“This was your fault, Rick. I know you let him go!” He screamed, enraged, pulling himself free from his grasp, “he has to die. He deserves it.”

“That’s not for you to decide!”

“Christ, how many places have you managed to screw up yet? How many people have to die for you to really open your eyes?”

He scoffed and pointed at Randall again, only this time Rick pushed him away to keep him from killing the kid.

Shane guided his anger towards rick and punched his stomach hard. It gave him enough time to look back at the kid, and pull the trigger without hesitation, blowing the kid’s head clean off.

By the time he looked back at Rick again, he had recovered and was lunging in his direction, ready to strike. Getting into a brawl with his former partner, he left his weapon aside and unleashed the beast that was already furious about getting hand to hand with Rick for weeks. He hit his nose, putting in a headlock until Rick managed to get a few lucky hits, one off his stomach and two more in his face.

Shane then pushed Rick to fall on his ass, and from the ground he drew his colt and aimed at Shane’s head.

“What are you gonna do, huh? Kill me?” he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Duck,” Rick said dryly, and he crouched down, as a bullet was directed at a walker behind him.

Shane grabbed his gun and they both turned to the walkers again.

Out of nowhere, Shane heard Andrea’s voice calling his name, and he followed after it towards the fire. When he looked back, Rick was nowhere to be seen. He didn't care. He kept going towards Andrea's voice and found the less crowded nook to sneak back into the rundown property.

The voice faded, and he didn't know where to go next.

On the opposite street to the fire, he hid behind the row of houses and inspected what he could until he found himself surrounded by walkers.

Unable to go back to his initial spot, he opted for running in a different direction that led them here… to this beat-up car in the middle of this pandemonium.

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It feels longer, but he’s been nearly four or five hours trapped in that vehicle while the horde refuses to step back for a minute for him to escape. Even the flames are still lit up before his eyes.

He dozes off for a minute before hearing a siren, blasting loudly, making him jolt on the seat. Then, he sees a small glare of red and blue lights going off on one of the mirrors, which seems to do the trick of drawing the walkers away from him.

“Hey, asshole.” Olivia's voice comes through the walkie, loud and clear, “are you there?”

Smiling, he watches the horde slowly following the sounds of a police car.

“I’m here babe, how did you…”

“Figured. Rick said you took off running?”

“I thought I heard Andrea. Did you guys find her?”

“No, we didn't. Stay put. I’m coming for you.” She tells him.

“Where are you?”

“Close,” her voice sounds labored, “I left the cruiser in the middle of the field… I’m getting back to our car.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, no shit. Where did you end up?” Asks Olivia.

“Locked in a car by the…” he searches for the closest mailbox, “Powell house, on the left.”

“Got it.”

He doesn’t have to see her to know how angry she is right now.

“I’m sorry.” He states into the device.

Next time she responds, he hears the door slam as she talks back, “are you gonna tell me what the hell were you thinking going back like that without backup? And that stuff you said in the walkie? Christ, did you really think that was it? That I could just take off without you?”

It only makes him smile how close her voice sounds, even in anger, he’d rather have that than anything at all.

“Are you gonna say something?” She urges on the walkie.

“I love you.”

“God, you’re such a jerk.”

When the place is almost cleared, she arrives to pick him up from his spot.

“I’m really sorry.” He repeats, getting into the passenger seat of the SUV.

“I know,” she sighs, circling around the traffic island to get back onto the road. “When I saw Rick coming back without you… I thought…”

“What did he say?”

“That… that you’ve lost it, that you killed Randall and beat him up.” And she takes a good look at him, to see his knuckles banged up, a few bruises on his cheek, and a cut on his lip. “Shit, you two really got into it.”

“He had it comin’ Liv.”

“Not gonna argue about that, I almost killed him myself when he-”

“Wait, where you goin’?” he wonders, eyes jumping between her and the road.

“Home.”

“Babe, let’s think for a minute… we can’t just leave them stranded.”

“They're not stranded. They got half of our stuff and two cars. They’ll figure it out if they want. It's not our problem anymore.”

“Not our problem anymore? That’s cruel, you know that?”

“Please, talk about cruelty… not one of them piped up to come get you…” She states in annoyance with an unwavering lead foot on the pedal, eyes fixed on the way ahead. “Rick said it was about time to cut ties with you after what you did.”

“Can’t you stop for a minute?”

Reluctantly, she slows down to pull up by the roadside, “a minute.”

He shifts uncomfortably on his seat, and looks at her; watching her head fall on the headrest, tilted to the side to stare back at him.

“I’m not staying, Shane.”

“Not asking you to… I’d never ask you to do that, but can you honestly tell me you’re okay leaving ‘em with Rick? ”

“Maybe not, but we’ve done enough, babe, and it’s not that I don’t care…”

“I get that. You’re tired, I am too.” He admits, locking eyes with her.

“Then what is it? Why is it that you need to go back to them so desperately?” she pauses, clears her throat, “I don't mean to be callous, but they don’t care about you, Shane, I’m sorry. Last night we put our asses on the line for them without question. Today, more of the same… look around… This is it. Just you and me. If I’m not enough… I’ll take you back-”

“Liv,” he interrupts her rambling, with a deep crease marked on his brow, “it’s not that, you’re everything to me right now. How can you think you’re not? But I wanna leave knowing that they’re okay, that we did all we could, that we gave them a chance to come with us… even if they didn’t come for me…”

She swallows, witnessing his pride shrinking with every word, having her hand reaching to wipe with a thumb the tiniest of blood that comes out of his split lip when he speaks.

Shane winces, taking her hand and lacing fingers with hers to place a kiss near her knuckles, “it’s not about them.”

“No? Are you trying to make up for something?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay.” She agrees, squeezing on his hand before letting it go to start the car back up.

“Okay?”

“Sure, if you need to go back. Then we go back.”

Nodding, he turns on his seat as they drive back several miles away to the gas station she saw them last before going to Shane’s rescue.

“You sure they were here?” Shane paces by the glass doors of the convenience store, cautiously peeking inside, aiming with his flashlight into every corner.

“Yeah, they were definitely here.” And she points at a snack wrapper on the pavement.

“No signs of struggle, no tire marks on the road…” Shane investigates the place, “no walkers around.”

She climbs into the car, leaving the door open.

“What?” He turns to her, propping his forearm on the side.

“Nothing.” She shrugs, saddened by the way things turned out.

“If you’re gonna say– I told you so, just say it.”

“No, baby. I wasn't going to say that?”

“No? What is it then?”

“It just makes me sad that this day has turned out to be this big of a disappointment, that’s all. You wanna find their trail?”

He doesn’t even consider it, “no, you were right. They don't need us anymore. It's time for them to figure it out on their own.”

Her hand extends to cup his jaw, gently. “Let me clean that up, we could park at the back and rest for a couple of hours.”

Leaning into her touch, he lets out an exhausted sigh, “I’d like that.”

The place is quiet enough to do so. So, they go around the store, and she cleans up his wounds. After that, they bundle together in the back seat, none of them really catching any sleep but resting their bodies before finally taking off in the morning.

#twd #shane walsh #twd fanfiction #shane walsh fanfiction #shane walsh x ofc #fanfic #shane ff #mu writing #aiming in the dark

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we-will-begin-again · 2 years

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Shane hadn't even allowed himself to hope to lay his eyes on Lori ever again once he'd left the farm. Now that he'd been brought back into her life, he had done everything within his power to regain her trust, and then eventually her love. He didn't like lying to her when she asked to accompany him on his latest supply gathering trip, but he'd needed that time alone to put his plan into place.

He couldn't believe his luck when he found the perfect ring in her size. The little baby blue velvet box had been the perfect one to keep it in as he held it tightly in his pocket. He'd never been so nervous in his life. Or if he had been, he couldn't remember when. He cleared his throat a little as he stepped into the kitchen. "Lori?"

He moved to her quickly before she had time to turn around and hit one knee. As she turned, he felt the butterflies kicking up in his stomach. "Wanted to do something special for your birthday. Happy Birthday, baby." He pulled out the ring box and slowly opened it. "Wanna make me the luckiest man in the world and marry me?"

Lori's Birthday - June 1st

A smile pulled at Lori's lips when she heard Shane clearing his throat behind her. She was used to that, it was a sort of unspoken agreement between them: Shane would clear his throat when he entered a space she was in if she didn't see him walk in and, usually, he'd walk up to her and wrap his arms around her right after. But this time, that didn't happen.

There was a confused look in Lori's eyes as she turned, and her confusion only grew when she was met with empty space, then looked down to find Shane down on one knee. Her eyes widened even before he asked the question, because there was really only two reasons why Shane Walsh would be on his knees in front of her and her pants weren't down so it wasn't that thing. Then he asked the question, asked her to make him the happiest man in the world.

Lori's hands went to cover her mouth as her eyes got blurry with tears, she muffled a sob behind her hands before she beamed, dropping to her knees as well just so she could kiss Shane until her lungs screamed for air.

"Yes," she panted, pressing soft kisses all over his face before kissing him on the lips again. "Yes yes yes! I love you so much."

Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she let him put the ring on her finger, and then they were kissing again, holding each other on the kitchen floor like the world outside didn't exist. Lori wouldn't have had it any other way. This was her best birthday to date.

#||mail: lori grimes||#||in character: lori grimes||#& shane #||ship: lori x shane||#wexarethewalkingxdead #||drabbles||#||ask||

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findroleplay · 2 years

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30+. She/Her. Looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writing partners for some fandom roleplays.

I'll list my fandoms and some of my favorite ships from them (with the character in bold and colored, if there is one, the one I'd prefer to write). None of the lists are exhaustive. I'm open to other ships and can write more characters (and might be willing to try new ones) than are listed. So feel free to suggest anything to me. Having said that, though, I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings (MxM, MxF, or FxF). I'm willing to listen to OCs you might have but I only want to do MxM ships there. And I like canon/canon divergent plots. No AUs that are way out there.

NSFW/smut isn't necessary for these. I'm definitely open to writing it or of just fading to black or keeping things strictly SFW. I don't have any triggers so I'm fine with doing pretty much anything.

My preferred place to write is Discord but I can work other ways out with you. And I like to stick to Tumblr messages for plotting purposes because I'm more active over here than on Discord.

Anything with an exclamation point next to it (!) is something I'm very interested in doing, and the fandoms are listed from what I'm most interested in doing stuff with to least interested but I'll still do it.

Game of Thrones:

Beric x Thoros, Bronn x Jaime, Dany x Jorah!, Dany x Jon, Dany x Sansa, Dany x Margaery!, Jaime x Cersei!, Margaery x Sansa, Margaery x Joffrey, Margaery x Stannis!, Petyr x Sansa, Robb x Theon, Robb x Jon, Roose x Stannis!, Roose x Tywin!, Roose x Sansa!, Sansa x Tyrion, Sansa x Stannis!, Stannis x Davos!, Stannis x Melisandre, Tywin x Aerys, Tywin x Shae

Grand Theft Auto V:

Devin x Steve!, Devin x Michael, Devin x Franklin, Michael x Trevor, Michael x Dave, Michael x Steve, Steve x Dave!, Steve x Trevor, Trevor x Ron

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri x Niko!, Dimitri x Faustin!, Gerry x Niko!, Gerry x Packie, Faustin x Niko!, Niko x Packie!, Niko x Ray!, Niko x Brucie, Ray x Jimmy, Roman x Bernie

Saw Franchise:

Hoffman x Strahm!, Hoffman x Amanda, Schenk x Zeke!

Halloween Franchise:

Michael x Loomis!, Michael x Allyson, Michael x Tommy (H6 Tommy ; not HK)

Middle-earth/Tolkien Universe:

Bard x Thranduil!, Bofur x Bilbo, Boromir x Aragorn, Boromir x Faramir, Celeborn x Haldir, Elrond x Glorfindel!, Elrond x Lindir!

Scream Franchise:

Amber x Tara, Amber x Richie, Amber x Mindy, Billy x Stu, Dewey x Gale!, Dewey x Randy!, Dewey x Roman, Jill x Charlie, Jill x Kirby, Mickey x Derek, Mickey x Randy!, Mickey x Tatum, Richie x Sam

The Walking Dead:

Beth x Daryl!, Beth x Rick, Beth x Negan, Gabriel x Negan, Gabriel x Rosita, Gareth x Rick, Merle x Glenn!, Merle x Daryl!, Merle x Milton, Merle x Andrea, Merle x The Governor, Negan x Rick!, Negan x Simon, Jesus x Daryl!, Jesus x Aaron, Shane x Rick!, Shane x Lori, Simon x Gregory!

Supernatural:

Ketch x Mick!, Ketch x Dean!, Azazel x John, Azazel x Sam, Benny x Dean, Chuck x Sam!, Chuck x Dean, Dean x Lucifer, Dean x Crowley!, Dean x Garth, Dean x Bela, Lucifer x Sam!, Mick x Sam

Harry Potter Universe:

Barty Crouch Jr. x Draco (18+ for his age), Dumbledore x Grindelwald (Fantastic Beasts era only)!, Lockhart x Quirrell!, Snape x Lucius, Snape x Harry (18+ for his age)!, Snape x Lupin, Snape x Lily

If interested, like this post and I'll message you or message me!

I strongly prefer that you message me first because lately, whenever I reach out first, I never hear back from people. If you reach out first, then I know for sure that you're interested in working something out.

#game of Thrones rp #gta v rp #grand theft auto rp #gta iv rp #saw franchise rp #halloween franchise rp #tolkien universe rp #the walking dead rp #scream franchise rp #supernatural rp #harry potter rp

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galadrieljones · 3 years

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What other ships do you ship from the walking dead and will you write fanfics

Hey anon ^_^

For me, TWD isn't really a ship-heavy show. I mean, I like some of the ships, but Bethyl was special in that it just sort of gave me these immense feels and then was very tragic. Here are the ships I like:

I like Richonne, and I like Sashraham. Gleggie, too. I actually like Rosita x Gabriel, tho I know a lot of people don't. I get it, actually, as Gabriel would feel like a stabilizing force for Rosita. I kind of wish they'd had her have Gabriel's baby, instead of Siddiq's, but I liked Siddiq a LOT and cried with he died, so it's not really a big deal to me lol.

I always liked Tara x Denise ;-; Denise's death took my by complete surprise. I was really sad about it (and Tara's, too).

While I'm pretty much all Team Delusional/Bethyl, I really don't mind Daryl x Connie. If that's what it came down to, I would be okay with that. It doesn't stop me from shipping Bethyl first, but I think that if the Beth thing never happens, Connie would be good for Daryl. I commonly ship characters with multiple other characters though, in all the fandoms I've written for. I like to stretch my mind this way lol.

It's also toxic and maybe unpopular, but I remember liking Lori x Shane when I first started the show. As time went by, Shane started to freak me out, but she seemed to really love him, and she was in a major bind. I think that current Rick would have spared Shane, and Shane could have redeemed himself and ended up happy with Lori.

On Fear, I really liked Nick x Luciana. I love Nick Clark a lot, and when he died, I was a little beaten up. I'm not up to date yet, but I am already shipping John x Laura/Naomie/June. I love Madison and Strand as a platonic ship. Their bond has been one of the big anchors for the show, I think, which is pretty uneven but occasionally wonderful.

Honestly, I'll ship a lot of things lol. The only ship I really can't get into is C@ryl. I just personally see them too strongly as friends, with big sister/little brother implications, and I think they're wildly co-dependent and have a toxic effect on one another. I obviously don't care that ship them. Ppl can do whatever they want. I just can't. I do, however, love Carzekiel.

I wish Carl and Enid had had the chance to grow up together. Their bond soured at some point in the show, and I disliked that. They're a minor thing in Magnolia. As are Carol and Morgan (who idk if I ship yet...but I might! lol).

I don't have any plans right now to write fics other than for Bethyl. Granted, I've said this in other fandoms in the past and it's changed so, we'll see lol.

#the walking dead #bethyl #<3

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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Shane walsh x reader requested

Based off this Request: --------

Word count: 3,771

A/n: I didn't mean to make it so sad, but somehow i did. What the hell is wrong with me?! I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to post my computer was acting up and then my wi-fi was down. Hope you enjoy, request are still open!

warnings: Cussing, Zombie apocolypes, Not sure what else. Death Angst like a mf. Its kinda sad at the bottom part of it. Idk why I made it like that.

Fandom: The walking dead

Ships: Shane Walsh x reader

He was gone. We've been separated ever since this started and he's back. I was so happy, I truly was, but I was starting something with Shane. He helped fill in that gaping hole my husband had left. He was gone, It hurt for months, but Shane helped me through it.

‘ Andrea, T-dog, Jaqui, Merle, Glenn and _____ went out for supplies and got stuck. They weren't sure if they were going to be able to get back, but here they are. But with more people then they left with.

A man in a sheriffs uniform stepped out of the truck. Rick, Y/n assumed as she seen Carl and Lori run towards him. She felt sad, some where deep down she really wished it was her husband. Amy went to her sister hugging her tight. Feeling the weight of the world fall of her shoulders as soon as she seen her older sister.

She turned around, Shane right beside her, into Shanes arms she went. Seeking comfort by being held.

"I know, baby." Shane tried to comfort her.

She told him how she felt. She told him that she still loved her husband, and probably would always love her husband. But she knew she held feelings for Shane too. She felt like it was a hard thing to understand, but some how, some way, Shane understood.

At first she thought that Shane was just using her for sex, but he told her that he truly felt something for the woman. She was a little cautious at first, but slowly let down her built wall.

Even though they were "together" she still kept her wedding rings on. She felt like it was betraying her husband if she took it off so soon.

"I'm sorry." Y/n apologized trying to pull away but Shane kept her close. He shook his head rubbing comforting circles on her lower back.

"You don’t have to apologize. He was your husband. Y'all were together for years. And it's only been a few months. I understand you're still healing. It's okay." He whispered softly in her ear.

"Thank you." She whispered as she put her head in his shirt. He looked down at her confused.

"For what, sweet heart?" His southern accent making her heart flutter a little bit. "For being so understandin' and for not forcing me to do anything I don't want to do." She explained as she looked into his brown eyes.

"Y/n?" She heard a voice, followed by the truck door slamming shut. "Colby?" She whispered as she turned around. Turning around she seen her husband of five years. He looked a little different: The same curly brown hair, but it was longer.

He had a bit of stubble on his sharp jaw line. His white t-shirt, no longer white. But stained in crimson colored stains. She hoped and prayed didn't belong to him. His denim jeans were covered in blood stains and other stains.

"Oh my God, it really is you!" He exclaimed as he ran towards her. She met him in the middle running towards him.

"I can't believe this is real. I thought you were gone." She cried out as she started to shake from crying.

"It's real baby. I'm here." He whispered as he pulled her tight against him. "Oh, I've missed you so much." He mumbled against her forehead while he kissed it.

"I've missed you too." She hugged him tight, but something didn't feel right. It didn't feel like the same love she got when Shane hugged her. It didn't feel she was hugging the man she's been married to for five years. It just didn't. She forced the feeling down as she pulled back from the hug. Looking into his ocean blue eyes.

"Come on, and I'll try to find you some clean clothes. I'll wash them up tomorrow." She said with a smile.

He nodded right before he pulled her back into his arms. Moving his hands to cup her cheeks to kiss her. The kiss was passionate. As if he was trying to remember what she had tasted like. He groaned into the kiss as she pulled away.

"Colbs. There's kids around." She mumbled against his lips. He nodded as he pulled away.

"Probably shouldn't do that then." He agreed nodding his head as he spoke. His brown hair moving into his face as he nodded. Y/n smiled as she moved the hair, out of his face.

"You need a hair cut." She smirked as she put the piece of hair behind his ear. "Tell me about it, it's been 7 months."

Shane watched as Y/n spoke to her husband. He felt like she was cheating on him. But he knew she was the one that was married. That there always was that possibility that her husband was coming back. He felt as if he Should not have gotten so attached. He loved her. He could say deep down, he really loved her. He was in love with her.

Y/n turned around with her husbands hand in hers as she spoke to him. Shane decided to take it upon himself to introduce himself.

"Hey." Shane announced himself as he walked over to where Y/n was grabbing some clothes off the clothes line for Colby.

"Oh, Colby this is Shane. Shane this is Colby." Y/n introduced the two men together.

"Nice to meet you." Colby said shaking Shanes’ hand. Shane had a tight grip on Colbys hand. As if he was silently show dominance against the Younger man. Y/n was a bit younger than Shane. About three or four years, and Colby here looked about the same age.

"Shane here was the one to help me while you were missing. He made sure to keep me safe and to keep me company while I was alone. I'm very grateful to him." It sound like Y/n was trying to give Colby reasons why Shane was a good person. Shane assumed that it was just Y/n trying to get Colby to like him more.

"Thank you. I truly mean it. Thank you for keeping my wife safe." He emphasized the word wife, pulling Y/n closer to him by her waist. Shane smiled and nodded as he looked towards Y/n who seemed a little uncomfortable.

"It's no big deal. I gained something from it." He said as he looked to Y/n with a smile.

"Yeah? What's that?" Colby seemed to be challenging Shane as he questioned Shane.

"A friend. A real close friend. One of the closest I've ever had. She was someone I could rely on, and she knew she could rely on me." Shane explained as she squared his shoulders.

"Hey, y'all it's time to eat!" Amy said as she walked over to them. As soon as she came over there she could feel the tension between the three. Y/n just wanted to tell him and find out his reaction. But she also didn't want to tell him because she didn't know how he would take it.

"Okay, thank you. We'll be right there

. Thank you, Miss." Colby said looking at Amy with a nice sweet smile. She nodded as she started walking back to the RV.

Well, I'm sure you're starvin. Let's get you some grub." Y/n said looking to her right to her husband. "I should change first. I don't think they'd enjoy me sitting with them covered in blood." Colby explained.

Y/n nodded as she responded to him. Telling him he could change in her tent. Next to the wood line a couple yards from them. He nodded kissing her cheek. Giving a glance to Shane as he walked off to change in the tent. "We'll meet you up at the RV." Y/n told her husband. He nodded as he continued towards the

"He's real nice." Shane spoke sarcastically. Y/n nodded as they started walking towards the RV. "He is. He is just a little possessive at times." She explained looking down at the ground then towards Shane. Shane nodded as he kept his pace of walking to hers.

"Are you going to tell him about us?" Shane asked looking at her with hope, she would choose him over Colby.

"Yes, I planned on doing that soon. I don't like lying. I never have and I never will." She explained looking at Shane as she stopped walking to look at him. "Well, you know I don't like to share." He said with a joking tone. Even though she knew he wasn't joking.

"And what makes me yours, Mr. Walsh?" She teased him back. "I'd show you, but you have your boy back." Y/n rolled her Y/E/C eyes as she continued her walk to the table set up at the RV with supper set up.

"I'm glad to see everyones smiling faces." Dale spoke as he seen everyone smiling and talking among each other. Everyone smiled as they looked over at Dale. Y/n sat in the between Shane and her husband. Everyone around them could see the tension between Shane and Colby.

"How about a cheers." He suggested holding his cup of water up. "To being together as a family." He cheered as he held the plastic cup up in the air. Everyone copied saying 'to being together as a family.' then everyone taking sips of their drinks.

"So Colby, what did you do before all of this?" Rick asked looking across the table to the blue eyed man.

Colby looked up from his food to the sheriff and to the rest of the table who was staring at him. Each of them waiting for answers, except for Y/n.

"I uh, I was a doctor, in the hospital back home." He answered Ricks question a little hesitate for some odd reason.

"Oh? Where are you from?" Shane asked looking at the brown haired, blue eyed man.

"Central Virginia." Shane nodded as he looked at Y/n. "Where are you from Y/n?" Rick questioned.

"I'm from (Where you are from)." Y/n answered with a soft smile.

"How did you meet Colby?" Sofia, Carols little girl asked.

"I was in visting some friends in virginia, and I was in the hospital. Colby, here was my doctor. He nursed me back to health. When I told him I had to go back home he asked me to go on a date with him. Then it started from there." Y/n answered the 9 year-olds question.

After a while of talking Amy had gotten up to use the bathroom. Everyone was still eating, just listening to each other talk. When all of a sudden they heard a blood curdling scream.

Everyone jumped up as they got up running towards the scream. Amy had gotten bit. Y/n grabbed her long hunting knife from the holster on her hip as she ran over, stabbing the Walker in the temple.

"Is there any more?" Y/n asked as she looked around. All was quiet in the camp, until they saw movement in the woods. They saw a horde of walkers coming through.

Each of them grabbing guns and any weapons they could find. Killing as many walkers as they could.

Y/n held her knife close as she stabbed into the walkers forehead and temples as they got close to her. She was killing walkers when she had a bad feeling. (A bad feeling more than usual in this time of day).

Turning around she seen her husband fighting off a walker who had fallen on top of him. She ran over to him killing the undead. Colby pushed the walker off of him to the ground. Y/n helped him stand up while looking for any scratches or bite marks.

"Are you okay?" She asked pulling him into a tight hug. She could feel him shaking, he was shook. She could tell he was shaken up. He wrapped his arms around her, anchoring himself by holding onto her. She put her head in the crook of his neck, then she pulled back when she heard the gun fire stop.

"Is he bit?" Shane questions as he stalked over to Y/n and Colby. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm fine." Colby said while Y/n pulled away from his hug. But Colby kept a hand on her waist.

"What's that on your shoulder?" Shane asked as he notices a rip in his borrowed gray t-shirt. "It must've ripped when I fell down." He blew the question off as he tried to change subjects.

"No, it doesn't look like it ripped from you falling. Let me take a look at it." Y/n said as she looked at the suspicious ripped shirt. He nodded in defeat and let Y/n move the shirt to see what was going on.

"Oh my God." She whispered as she noticed the bite mark on his left shoulder. "What? What is it?" Colby asked as he looked into her Y/E/C color eyes. "You- You've been bit." She stuttered out as tears were starting to fall down her Y/s/t (Your skink tone) face.

"Wha- what?" He gasped as he touched the wound with his hand. Touching it he winces. pulling his hand back he looks at his hand to see blood.

"Is there anything we can do?!" He stressed as he stood up quickly. "The only thing I know to do, is not something you want me to do." Shane said looking down at Y/n and then to Colby.

"We can't amputate you shoulder. You're gonna end up turnin." Y/n mumbled as she looked at her husband through tears.

"Help!" Y/n heared Andrea scream as she was sitting on the ground with her sister in her lap.

"Just go. There's no helping me." He said as he seen Y/n turned to look at Andrea holding her dying sister.

"I ain't leavin you! We've been apart for six fucking months. I'm not leaving you to just die alone." Y/n cried while her husband pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'll go over there." Shane mumbled as he left Y/n and Colby alone.

"It's okay." He softly whispered into her ear. "It's gonna be fine. You're going to get over this." He mumbled encouragingly.

"I can't do this without you." She cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yes you can. You have Shane. I've seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you. You look at him the same way you looked at me. He looks at you the same way I look at you." Colby started.

"You be with him." She looked into his ocean blue eyes through tears. He looked at her as he took his silver wedding band off. "When Y'all are ready." he whispered as he took the wedding back and placed it in her hands. "I know you love him. So don't hold back because of me. Continue living, if not for you, but for me." He said as he closed his hands over hers.

"I can't." She whispered as she looked over her shoulder to Shane who seemed to be looking at the two of them.

"Yes you can." He cut her off before she could protest. "Don't argue with me." He chuckled as he shook his head. "I love you so damn much." He whispered as he pulled her into another hug.

"I love you too." She started sobbing as reality was hitting her.

After a little while he started passing out. He was breaking out in a high fever and was sweating like a pig in the middle of a Georgia summer. He told Y/n to shoot him before he turns. He told her he didn't want to turn.

So Shane and Rick carried him over towards the woods away from everyone else. Giving Y/n and him some alone time. But Shane was never far. He was close enough he could hear them as they softly spoke to one another as if nothing had happened.

Y/n was leaning her head on Colbys good shoulder while they sat against a fallen tree trunk. Sitting against the log they spoke to each other. They were acting like everything was going to be okay. As if there was literally nothing going on in the world.

"Do you think I'll have a big future?" Y/n asked Colby as she played with his hand in hers. He chuckled as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his shirt.

"Honey, I'm sure you'll have the best future anyone can ask for in this shit show." He chuckled.

Slowly he started rasping for air, making Y/n start to freak out.

"baby?" She asked as she noticed him starting to go out. "Colby?" She whispered while he slowly started closing his eyes then opened them back up. He coughed a little blood and sat his head back.

He chuckled as he looked at her. "Did you fake that?" She asked talking about his gasping for air. "Sorry, I had to prank you one last time." He said with a smile. She smiled as she shook her head.

"You'll have a great future ahead of you. You'll be with Shane. I know he'll take care of you. You have this group who will be your family. Then, I bet, eventually you all will have a nice little camp. With a big protective wall. You and Shane will probably have a few kids. You'll have your bad days and your close calls, but I promise you. Everything will be worth it in the end." He rambled as he slowly closed his eyes.

"i'm not even sure if Shane wants to have kids." She whispered as she put her head on his chest listening to his slowly beating heart and it started to get slower.

"Who wouldn't want to have kids with you? The most beautiful woman on this earth?" He questioned as he looked down at her. His once ocean blue eyes now blood shot as he slowly dies.

"You'll have a little girl running around y'alls home. She'll look just like her mama. Maybe a little boy. he might look like me." He joked as he started coughing up more blood.

"You'll have a happy family in the middle of this crappy life." He continued as he took a ragged breath.

He looked up into the clear blue sky as he started crying. She noticed him crying and asked, "whats wrong?"

He shook his head as his body shook in-between sobs.

"I'm scared of dying." he whispered looking into the blue sky he takes in the scene.

She started crying as she nodded. Whispering me too, under her breath. She felt as he gasped in for air for the final time. His eyes slowly falling shut as he took his final breath.

"I'm scared too." she whispered into his shirt. She looked up at him through blurry tears.

"Please don't leave me. You're my best friend. Please!" She cried as she shook him with her hands.

"Please. Don't leave me." She whispered as she looked down at him.

"Y/n." Shane said as he walked into the woods opening.

"He's gone." She said in a broken voice.

"He's gone and there ain't nothin' I can do." Her voice wasn't holding much emotion, but her Y/e/c eyes were showing all the brokenness inside her.

"He was my best friend." Y/n smiled as she looked down at her husband.

"I lied when I told them how I met him." Y/n spoke all of a sudden. Shane sat beside her quietly to let her talk without forcing her to.

"I didn't think they would like to hear the story of how a really met him." She chuckled softly.

"How'd you meet him?" he asked as he put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"I was at a party at a college. Some kids were serving drinks and I decided I was gonna get drunk and find a boy to fool around with." She started as she smiled at the memory.

"Well, I had gotten about three or four red solo cups of beer and had drank 'em. Then I had a mixed drink. I was pretty lit and I seen him. He was in the corner of the room with a few of his school buddies. I decided I was gonna walk over to him and try to "Seduce him."" She laughed as she remembered the memory.

"I told him he needed a drink and to stop pouting that he couldn't do that at a party. I told 'em I'd keep him company. Well after a whole bunch of talking and getting to know each other he offered to walk me to my dorm room. He did too.

The whole time he kept his hands off my body. He was respectful of me. Even though I was drunk and probably shouldn't have remembered half of the night since I was so drunk. He took care of me. I was a stranger and he made sure I was safe even though nobody knew where I was. MY friends had ditched me that night for some guys. And he was there for me." He nodded as he listen to her story of meeting Colby for the first time.

They sat in silents when Y/n made the first move.

"He told me he didn't want to turn." She said as she pulled her large bowy knife from her thigh holster.

"Do you want me to do it?" Shane asked as he grabbed the hand the knife was in.

"I should be the one to do it." She whispered as she looked at him with a smile. She leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. Then after a moment or two she pulled away. She took the knife and took a deep breath in. She pushed the knife into soft temples, tears falling down her face while she did it. Whispering apologize while she did it.

She pulled the knife out and wiped it on the grass, then put it back in the leather holster.

"Promise, You'll never leave me." She whispered as she went into Shanes strong protective arms.

"I promise."

Posted: 6-27-2020 2: 16 am east coast time.

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