#douchebag's what i meant | shae walsh

[finallymytimea]

Shae loved her brother, she did. But sometimes she wanted to punch him in the face. With love, of course. She had disappeared into the kitchen so she could grab the bottle of whiskey she had squirreled away. Pulling the top off with her teeth, she spat the cap across the room.

"Ya always gotta take his side. An' quit makin' me seem like'a crybaby. Shit hurts." Glowering in his direction, she ducked into the bathroom and reappeared with a makeshift first aid kit. "Ain't a flesh wound, asshole. Shit went in." Setting everything down on the coffee table, Shae was wriggling out of the blood caked jeans.

"Now c'mere and make yourself useful."

@aintlikeitwasbefore

It was crazy, what lengths Rick would go to prove he had the bigger balls than someone else. Not everyone made it back from this particular shootout.

At least not unscathed.

Hobbling up the stairs, her thigh still oozing blood from where she’d been shot. Once she breached the door, she slammed it shut behind her not really caring if her brother was behind her or not.

Being shot was Shae’s least favorite thing to do.

“How ‘bout you go an’ stroke his ego bit more, huh? See what other shit he’ll get us into this time.” Voice rose to almost yelling levels. “God fucking damnit.”

[finallymytimea]

@livewxthit

Ever since the farm, and the incident with Rick, Shae felt as if no matter what she did it was always somehow her fault. And now with this whole issue with the Saviors, Rick thinking he can handle everything on his own, their numbers were beginning to wear thin.

But their numbers weren’t the only things wearing thin.

Shae always had a temper problem and a patience problem and she thought she had been doing better, really she did, but there was only so much she could take. There were only so many people she could lose before she snapped.

And snapped she did. In glorious fashion.

Hands scrubbed down her face as she looked up at Mason from the floor in which she sat, leaning against the bed they occasionally shared. “I suppose he sent ya to make sure I was gettin’ my things.” she assumed that, again, she was getting the boot out of the community she helped protect.

[finallymytimea]

《 STARTER CALL 》 Shae Walsh

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《 TAG DUMP 》 Shae Walsh

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@livewxthit 

It seemed like years since Shae had felt like herself. It wasn't as if she could really voice any sort of opinions around Rick since it was like walking on eggshells with every breath she took. They once had been best friends, even closer than that but who Rick was now wasn't the man she loved like a brother.

She was pretty sure that man died when he left her for dead on Hershel's farm.

Even now she had never recieved any sort of apology from him, nor any signs of regret. The only person left of their original group who showed her any sort of kindness was the man who was currently driving them towards the checkpoint. They needed food and supplies in a bad way and this was the only way.

Of course Mason had to fight Rick to be able to take her along, it was as if she were the least trustworthy person he had ever met, even though she was a large reason behind the fact that the group as a whole was even still alive.

Leaning her head against the cool window as she watched the passing scenery, Shae raised her hand and pressed her fingertips against the bridge of her nose before a slight sigh rose and fell her shoulders.

"Thank you, by th'way." She spoke softly, words barely audible even in the silence that hung thick in the car. "For stickin' up t'Rick. Ya didn't have to do that. But, I appreciate it." she looked over at him with the barest of smiles. She had always liked Mason, and the two of them had a weird kind of...thing, which Shae enjoyed more than she let on.

[finallymytimea]

@aintlikeitwasbefore

It was crazy, what lengths Rick would go to prove he had the bigger balls than someone else. Not everyone made it back from this particular shootout.

At least not unscathed.

Hobbling up the stairs, her thigh still oozing blood from where she'd been shot. Once she breached the door, she slammed it shut behind her not really caring if her brother was behind her or not.

Being shot was Shae's least favorite thing to do.

"How 'bout you go an' stroke his ego bit more, huh? See what other shit he'll get us into this time." Voice rose to almost yelling levels. "God fucking damnit."