#my fics ; shane walsh

[thegreatwicked]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @pickleprickle!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently seven but there will be more oe shots soon...

2. What's your total A03 word count? 149,505

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Star Wars and the DC verse are my top two, but I also write for Assassins Creed, the Walking Dead, Once Upon a Time, Supernatural, and some Marvel.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Bet You Wish You Had Me Back (Shane Walsh x FOC) SMUT one shot

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x FOC) Slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Shadows of Deception (Roman Sionis x FOC) SMUT. SMUT. SMUT.

After the Storm (Hux x FOC) One shot; smut, sex polle troupe... kinda.

1001 Lonely Nights (Dean Winchester x FOC) Smut, one shot

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to you guys, your comments make my day and make me want to write more!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose it would have to be 1001 Lonely Nights, I don't currently have much angsty stuff right now but trust me thats about to change very soon as i'm dipping my toes into the murky Sith Obi-wan waters...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think it would have to be Bet You Wish You Had Me Back, and only because as of right now that story is complete.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven't but I'm sure theres someone out there with something shitty to say...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All the smut. All the time. Give me more of that sweet and spicy capsaicin.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't but there cold be a good one out there I haven't gottent o or discoveed. Truthfully I'm not a huge fan and I much prefer leaving fandom easter eggs for you guys to find.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but that could be fun!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oooh... Thats tough, I love my OCs... But If i had to choose I'd say Bruce Wayne/Batman x Selina Kyle/Catwoman. The Bat and the Cat.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't really know, I have lots of WIPs and I think I'm doing an ok job on all of them writing fairly frequently, for me its simple matter of 'It''ll be done when it's done' but lovely comments do tend to speed up the process. ;)

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told my smut is very poetic and emotionally evocative and you can get a sense of more than just the physical interactions between the characters adn you have a feel for what they're going through and thinking. I've also been told I write very good first person. I like to write first person POV from established canon characters like Jason Todd, Obi-wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, etc because we don't often get a look into their minds and it's fun to wear their boots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I really don't know, I know I tend to bite off more than I can chew...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It depends, I have a story I'm writing from the POV of a British character and thats similar, but I feel like, if I can't do it right and believably then best not to do it at all.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Probably Lord of the Rings. MANY moons ago.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? It's a tie between Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. I love them both because both OCs are different and both male leads; Obi-wan Kenobi and Roman Sionis are VERY different, despite being played by the same actor. That wasn't planed, I swear...

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If I tagged you then I've read your stuff and its amazing, have a lovely day you fantastic people you!

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Day Bleeds into Nightfall (You're not Here) - a Shane Walsh fic

Hi *waves shyly* Long time no write/read for various reasons. Let's just hope I won't make another break that's this long lol Here's some angst to make up for it. To set you in the mood, listen to Someone you loved by Lewis Capaldi because I aim to hit you in all the feels.

Remember, the story is told out of order.

'My Forever Is Yours' series on AO3 - a Shane x ofc Tess AU series

A series of non-linear fics centered around Tess, Shane and their family

Part 22 Summary: Shane and Tess' life takes a turn.

Timeline: set a few years before Sylvie's birth (connected to Part 21 which happens after this part).

Part 22 on AO3

Chapter excerpt: It’s there – the knowledge – tickling her brain like an annoying feather. As her tired feet lead her towards the living room, her body starts to shiver and another torrent of tears erupts, streaming down her cheeks.

 

She knows - not deep inside as one would say, but on the very surface, what it means. The realization clings to the front of her mind now, sticks to her throat as it claws and scratches it raw until Tess feels she can’t utter a word no matter how desperately she’d like to.

 

Her eyes take in the rest of the scene before her with hollow despair, knees barely holding her up. A sense of numbness fills her bones as more and more details come into view.

 

There are no shoes shoved under the small bench by the front door. There are no jackets hanging on the hooks. Not even the random trash and trinkets that collected in his pockets which he used to leave in the bowl at the end of the day, never to be sorted through. Just a solitary cardigan she forgot to put in the washing machine.

[lovelyamneris]

I wrote this back in 2021 and I’m rewatching twd and decided to read it over again and oh my God I wrote this??? It’s probably one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written tbh

[etclouie-masterlists]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 kinktober masterlist

ཐི♡ཋྀ welcome to my first kinktober, i’m lowk really nervous for this, so be kind please. please read all the warnings posted on each fic, they're all listed, and if anythings missing lmk! all works are fem reader

ཐི♡ཋྀ prompts used from this post, full credit to them for all prompts used

ཐི♡ཋྀ all work on @etclouie and can be found under #ᯓ⭒ louie’s kinktober ’24 .ᐟ

ཐི♡ཋྀ candy divider used in each post is by @strangergraphics

go to main masterlist?

day one; overstimulation - Glenn Rhee

day two; praise kink - Alex Keller

day three; car sex - Abraham Ford

day four; creampie - Soap MacTavish

day five; begging - Shane Walsh

day six; cockwarming - Sirius Black

day seven; size kink - Simon Riley

day eight; jealousy - Rick Grimes

day nine; breeding kink - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz

day ten; dirty talk - Shane Walsh

day eleven; choking - Negan Smith

day twelve; oral sex - Juice Ortiz

day thirteen; mirror sex - Soap MacTavish

day fourteen; thigh riding - Spencer Reid

day fifteen; first time - Chibs Telford

day sixteen; shower sex - Derek Morgan

day seventeen; office sex - Aaron Hotchner

day eighteen; late night sex - Jax Teller

day nineteen; outdoor sex - Daryl Dixon

day twenty; sugar daddy - John Price

day twenty-one; one night stand - James Potter

day twenty-two; sex on film - Kyle Garrick

day twenty-three; pillow talk - Jax Teller

day twenty-four; mask sex - Simon Riley

day twenty-five; uniform sex - Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes

day twenty-six; nudes - Chibs Telford

day twenty-seven; spanking - Negan Smith

day twenty-eight; early morning sex - Daryl Dixon

day twenty-nine; secret relationship sex - Merle Dixon

day thirty; handcuffs - Luke Alvez

day thirty-one; friends with benefits - Jax Teller

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[chxrryhansen]

okay but why is there like no shane walsh fics on here like jon bernthal is so fucking fine. just look at him😩

don’t attack me but he is my all time favourite twd character… an inch before negan🤭

[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane's Girl

Part Six | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee | Check out the playlist

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh sucks, unedited (I will get to it later, I promise)

Word Count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: Oof—alright, it's been a hot second, everybody. Apologies for going MIA for a while (life, y'know?). I haven't forgotten about this fic and I know that none of you have forgotten about it based on the amount of notes and messages I get (which I appreciate greatly). Thanks for sticking it out with me guys. Excited for you all to see what I have planned in the coming chapters. In the meantime, let me know what y'all think of this one & let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.

“Fuck!���

The expletive escapes your lips before you can think twice about it. You nervously look around the camp, searching for Carl and Sophia. The last thing you need is for Lori and Carol to get on your case because you accidentally taught the children swear words. After realizing that neither of them is in earshot, you let out a sigh of relief. 

You look down at the garment in your lap. Shane had thrown a pair of his cargo pants at you earlier this morning, grumbling about a hole in one of his pockets. You had woken up earlier than him, probably because he had returned to your shared tent far after everyone else in camp had retired for the evening. This was becoming somewhat of a routine for the two of you: Shane sneaking around in the middle of the night thinking you’re asleep; meanwhile, you spend the restless nights in your tent waiting to see if he actually comes back. You never ask him where he was in the morning—knowing that Shane would brush you off by saying he was on watch as if you don’t understand that the shifts rotate every night. Another sigh escapes your lips as you defeatedly throw the pants onto the table before you and turn your attention to your finger, which you had clumsily stabbed with a needle while attempting to fix the garment.

“You ‘lright?”

The sound of Daryl’s rough southern drawl makes you jump. You look up and see Daryl standing a few feet away with his raised hands. He takes a few careful steps toward you—his movements are slow and calculated. Your brow furrows at the sight—did he think you’re afraid of him?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle ya.”

“It’s okay, Daryl. I was just a little distracted.”

Daryl nods at your words before taking a seat beside you at the table.

“What’d ya do to your hand?”

He leans toward you slightly to get a better look, his concerned eyes raking over your hands, looking for any sign of injury. A small smile spreads across your face as Daryl continues to worry about your well-being. You raise your hands to show him that you’re perfectly okay.

“It’s nothing. Just pricked my finger—Shane has a hole in his pocket, and I was never good with a needle and thread.”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you speak. Daryl chews on his bottom lip as he looks at the cargo pants on the table. It’s ripped along the seam, an easy fix—he’s done it numerous times for his own tattered jeans.

“Give it ‘er.”

You look at Daryl’s outstretched hand in disbelief for several seconds before handing him the needle and thread. Daryl snatches the pants off the table and gets to work. You watch him curiously—his brow furrows as he focuses on the task at hand. Daryl momentarily lets his attention drift to you; he awkwardly shifts in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable with how intently you’re watching him.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

His tone is defensive, but it doesn’t make you back down like everyone else.

“Just surprised, is all.”

“What, Shane doesn’t know how to sew?”

He meets your incredulous gaze and can’t help but laugh. The sound is still foreign to his ears, even though it’s becoming somewhat of an ordinary occurrence when he’s with you. He’s much more used to the sound of Merle yelling, music blaring, old motorcycles' roar, and the forest's peaceful ambiance. 

“Well, you shouldn’t have to do everything for him.”

His genuine words should comfort you, but instead, they nag at you. You shouldn’t have to do everything for him. You shouldn’t have to turn a blind eye to your boyfriend’s nightly habit. You shouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around him. You shouldn’t have to make yourself smaller for his convenience. And yet, here you are. 

“You have a cigarette?”

The question catches Daryl off guard. He’s only seen you smoke once—that night at the campfire, and he swore it was his fault. Your words from that night still rattle around in his head. You’re a bad influence, Dixon. He completes his final stitch, bringing the thread to his mouth so he can rip it off with his teeth. He places everything back on the table before pulling out his pack of Marlboro Reds from his pocket and offering it to you. You take one from the pack, twisting it in your fingers before placing the cigarette between your lips. Daryl notices your hesitation as he hands you his old lighter, so he waits until you’ve lit your cigarette before pulling out one of his own. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, but something about this doesn’t sit right with Daryl.

“What’s goin’ on?”

You furrow your brow at his question, feigning confusion, but Daryl doesn’t relent. He simply raises a brow at you as he takes another long drag of his cigarette. You let out a defeated sigh before answering his question.

“It’s just Shane…”

You trail off thinking that since it’s relationship drama, maybe Daryl wouldn’t be interested. But he doesn’t try to change the subject or brush you off, instead, he gives you his undivided attention. He watches you quickly look around camp, scooping the area and taking account of who is around. A frown pulls at the corners of Daryl’s lips as he realizes that you’re once again looking over your shoulder for Shane.

“He wasn’t always like this. I mean, he was always a hothead, but he wasn’t always so cruel.” 

“Hey…”

The softness in his tone catches you off guard, and you look up at him. A part of you wants to cry at how attentive Daryl is at this moment. It’s been so long since someone has shown you this kind of care.

“You ain’t gotta defend him to me.”

Daryl watches as a single tear falls down your cheek at his words, and he begins to panic. Did he upset you? Was he out of line? Had he gotten the situation between you and Shane wrong? This isn’t his forte. He wishes he was a different man—a better man, a softer man. He wishes he was more like his mother and less like his father. That she could have lived long enough to teach him a few more life lessons—like how to comfort someone you care for. 

Before he has the chance to spiral completely out of control, he feels your fingertips find his, and his heart damn near stops. He involuntarily pulls away from your touch, and it makes him wince. He sits in the shame of his response to your touch. A better man would have been able to return your affection. Finally, he meets your gaze, expecting to see the hurt he caused by his reaction. Instead, he’s met with a smile so warm and tender that he can practically feel the shame in his body melt away.

“Thank you, Daryl.”

A small, affectionate smile pulls at the corners of Daryl’s lips. 

“It was nothin’.”

You shake your head at his words. What he did for you today was far from nothing, but you let it go, opting to turn your attention back to the cargo pants on the table before you. As you admire Daryl’s handiwork, you can’t help but hope that Daryl knows that Shane’s pocket isn’t the only thing he stitched back together today.

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My Reading List:

Daryl Dixon

This is a masterlist of some of my favorite works by other writers on tumblr! Features, one shots, drabbles, headcanons, etc. Anything reader x daryl that I enjoyed a lot. Will constantly update as I find more.

To the authors whose work is linked here: I wasn't sure if I should tag you or if that would be rude or annoying plz lmk if tagging is not preferred and I will remove your tag and leave it as just the link!

2 Batteries Away (mildly angsty smut) - by @pirateprincessblog

Wha's up there? (funny little convo) - by @celtic-crossbow

She's alrigh' (another funny little convo. This author is great with these) - by @celtic-crossbow

Can you flip me on my back? (smutty drabble that made me die) - by @dixonzzgirl

Dog headcannons (omg?? this was geniusly adorable????) - by @dixonzzgirl

Sins and Honey Flavored Sweetness (smutty one shot) - by @scudslut

Long Before (long, smutty, beautifully written reader!greene x Daryl) - by @ladywuvly

When Skies are Gray (we only have the first chapter so far but I'm already hooked) - by @optimist-pine

The World Keeps Getting Hotter (Daryl fears death for the first time, because of you) - by @celtic-crossbow

Older and Older Pt 2 (first fic is younger reader tormenting Daryl with her suggestiveness, second is the smutty payoff for his suffering) - by @d1xonss

Love me, love my cat (Daryl isn’t a cat guy but he doesn’t have a damn choice) by - @spectacular-skywalker

Best Served Cold (Walsh!Reader gets revenge on cheating fiancé with Daryl) - by @gutsby

Afterglow (a lovely Bethyl where Beth survived and ends up in the CRM) - by @galadrieljones

Failed to Protect You (a sad self insert but worth the tears) - by @on-twd-writing

Sleeveless (suggestive & lusty little one shot) - by @fluffy-dixon

Get Off My Back (angsty and cute) - by @metanoiahh

Shane’s Girl (ongoing Walsh!Reader x Daryl Dixon) - by @wannabespacesmuggler

“You’re so, so, so pretty.” (drunk!daryl fluff) - by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Take me High and I’ll Sing (Daryl overworking himself like the stubborn princess he is) - by @celtic-crossbow

The Fair (very sad but very good!) - by @xoxo-sarah

There Ain’t No God Here (spicy breath play smut) - by @darylbae

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Too ashamed to vote for it but I'd die for a good shane fic ☹️ deeply flawed man but so sexy 😔

The Farmer's Daughter

♡ Shane Walsh x The Farmer's Daughter (1.7k words)

♡ dead dove do not eat, dubcon, Shane being drunk and horny, legal age gap, Shane breaks into your house and fucks you <3

You sit on the older man's truck, drinking the bottle he gave you. You knew you shouldn't have been drinking, your father never let you drink yet you couldn't resist Shane’s offer.

He sat close to you, caressing your thighs as you took another sip of the bitter alcohol. Your face scrunched up, “No wonder why my dad doesn't allow me to drink, it tastes awful.”

"Your old man doesn't know what he's missing out on," Shane said, his voice low and husky. "A woman like you shouldn't be kept on such a tight leash."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Maybe we should have some real fun, just the two of us. Away from prying eyes."

Shane's hand slid up your soft thighs, his fingers grazing the hem of your short skirt.

"What do you say, baby?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. "Want to ditch this place and go for a ride? Just you and me?”

You blush and look at the way his eyes stared lustfully deep into your soul. His smile was full of bad intentions, maybe your father was right.

But you wanted this. You leaned in closer to his lips and he passionately returned the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, the taste of beer and the taste of your cherry lipstick roam around your tongue.

Shane's heart raced as you kissed him, your soft lips brushing against his. The taste of you was intoxicating, and he craved more. But before he could deepen the kiss, a loud voice shattered the moment.

“Get inside the house!” Your father yelled as he watched the way the older man corrupted his daughter.

Shane's head snapped up to see your father glaring at him from the doorway. The older man's face was red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides.

Shane slowly pulled away from you, his eyes never leaving your father's. He knew he had overstepped, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Not when you had been so responsive to his touch.

"Sir," Shane said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "I apologize for my behavior. It won't happen again.”

Your father scoffed, “The next time I see you touching my daughter you won't be allowed on my farm anymore.”

Your dad dragged you away, you looked back looking at Shane. You apologized with your soft eyes, closing your door and going back inside.

Shane sat on the tailgate of his truck, the bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. His mind reeled with thoughts of you - your soft lips, your supply curves, the way you had melted into his embrace. He could still taste you on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating.

But then your father's angry face flashed through his mind, shattering the fantasy. Shane's jaw clenched as he remembered the way the old man had interrupted you two, the disapproval and disgust in his eyes. It made Shane's blood boil.

He took another swig from the bottle, relishing the burn as the alcohol slid down his throat. He knew he should leave, go back to the camp and forget about you. But he couldn't. Not now. Not when he had a taste of what he wanted.

Shane's gaze drifted to the darkened windows of your house. He wondered if you were thinking about him too, if you were affected by the stolen moment as he was.

He then decided to wait till midnight to sneak into your house. His lust for you grew as he drank, the thoughts of sneaking in and fucking you in your father's house turned him on.

When midnight finally came, he drunkenly found his way to an unlocked window in the house. Shane stumbled through the darkened hallways of your house, the whiskey burning in his veins. He had waited until the dead of night, until he was sure everyone was asleep. Now, he was consumed with the need to find you.

He pushed open doors randomly, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for any sign of you. Your room was empty, the bed neatly made, no trace of you beneath the sheets. Shane growled in frustration, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

He moved on to the next room, his footsteps heavy on the creaky floorboards. The alcohol made everything spin, made his vision blur at the edges. But still, he pressed on, driven by a desperate hunger.

Finally, he heard it - the soft sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Shane's pulse quickened as he approached the door, his hand reaching for the handle. He paused for a moment, listening to make sure it was really you. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

Shane's breath caught in his throat as he watched you step out of the shower, rivulets of water cascading down your bare skin. The sight was mesmerizing, and he found himself unable to look away.

His fingers trembled as he gripped the door, the wood creaking softly under his touch. He knew he should leave, that he had no right to be here, but the alcohol coursing through his veins made it impossible to resist.

You wrapped yourself up in your towel after you were done drying yourself. Shane quickly stepped back from the door and waited for you to come out. You opened the door and he quickly grabbed you, putting his big hand over your pretty mouth.

Shane's hands roamed over your wet skin as he pulled you close, his hand muffling your startled cry. The towel slipped from your body, revealing your bare body, and Shane groaned at the sight.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "It's me, baby."

His fingers dug into your hips as he ground his body against yours, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your back. Shane's mind was hazy with lust and alcohol, his inhibitions lowered to the point where he couldn't control himself.

Shane's hands slid up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. "I can't stay away from you.”

Your eyes widened in shock as Shane groped you. The scent of alcohol on his breath was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat of his body pressing against your back.

"Shane, what are you doing?" You gasped, trying to pull away from his grasp. But his grip only tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

"Do you want my cock, baby?" he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "I know you do. I can feel how much you want it."

Shane rocked his hips forward, grinding his hardness against your ass. You bit back a whimper, torn between fear and unwanted arousal. You knew this was wrong, that you should push him away, but your body betrayed you, responding to his touch despite your best efforts.

Shane's hands continued their relentless exploration of your body, his fingers pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. You whimpered, your body trembling under your touch.

"My father is asleep in the next room," You whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

Shane chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your ear. "Then you're gonna have to be quiet, baby," he murmured, his hand sliding down your stomach to the junction between your thighs.

Shane's hands gripped your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall. You gasped as you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, your body instinctively tensing at the intrusion.

"Shane, wait," You whispered, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. "We can't do this. It's not right."

But Shane ignored your protests, his hips surging forward and burying his length inside you. You cried out at the sudden stretch, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to adjust to the feeling of being filled.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Shane groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. "I've been wanting this for so long."

He began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your inner walls clenching around him.

He pounded into your pretty cunt, groaning in your ear as you buried your face into his neck. You moaned as the pleasure traveled throughout your body.

Shane's thrusts grew more urgent as he felt your body responding to his touch, your inner walls clenching around his cock. He could feel you trying to stifle your moan but failing to do so.

"Shh, be a good girl and be quiet," he growled, his hand clamping over your mouth. "Unless you want me to pound you harder and make your dad hear us, hm?”

You shake your head and bury your face in his neck. Keeping quiet for the older man as he used your pretty hole.

Shane's grip on your hips tightened as he continued to pound into you, his thrusts growing more erratic with each passing second. He could feel you tightening around him, your body trembling as you fought to stay quiet.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his breath hot against your blushing ear. "Take it all. Take every fucking inch of my cock. My little cock sleeve."

Your eyes squeezed shut as Shane used your body for his own pleasure. Shane's hand slid up to grip your throat, his thumb pressing against your pulse point. The added pressure only heightened your arousal, your body responding to his rough touches.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Shane groaned, his hips snapping forward one last time. "Gonna fill this pretty little cunt with my seed.”

Shane's body shuddered as he reached his climax, his cock pulsing deep inside your cunt. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he emptied himself into your waiting womb.

"Fuck," he growled against your mouth, his hips grinding against yours to prolong the sensation. "Take it all, my little cock sleeve. Every last drop."

Your body trembled as you felt the heat of his release flooding your insides, the sensation triggering your own orgasm. You clung to him, your nails digging into your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

“Such a good little cock sleeve for me.”

♡ sorry this took so long angel, hope you enjoy! <3 @taylormarieee @sinsandsweetness @dustbunniess @hannahkay-411 @silk-spun

[bobbyseyesmile]

Attitude | Part 3

Summary: Y/N has to think about what she wants: a rather safe life with Shane but she‘ll lose her sanity and might explore parts of her own mind she must sacrifice or will she put a bullet, between his perfect brown eyes, as the rational side of her brain tries to advise her.

A/N: soo uhm, i‘m sorry (no i‘m not lol) this is filth. HAVE FUN also thanks to my lovely @angel-litter who inspired me to write a third part

Characters: Dark!ShaneWalsh x Reader

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is 18+) / explicit sexual content, swearing - I can’t stress enough that this is a dark fic: Shane is a mean motherfucker and just takes what he wants. Don’t like, don’t read. You’ve been warned.

Trigger warning: dub-con | 18+

🔞 MINORS DNI below the cut! 🔞

➻ Part 2 [M]

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting long shadows over the prison walls. The world was quiet, save for the distant groans of walkers and the occasional rustle of leaves.

The group had settled for the evening, a small fire crackling in the front yard, warming the people who stood guard for the night. Shane Walsh sat on the outskirts, cleaning his gun with practiced ease. He glanced up, his eyes narrowing as you approached.

"Something you need, princess?" Shane drawled, his voice tinged with mockery.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just checking to make sure you’re not planning to run off again. Wouldn’t want the group’s supposed protector to abandon us."

Shane smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. He knew exactly what you were getting at: On last week’s supply run he disappeared for hours, nobody knew where he went and Rick got nervous as the hours passed by. When the sun began to set Shane casually walked towards the prison, not even batting an eye that almost everyone was looking for him.

Everyone but you. You kept telling yourself to stay away from him, not getting pulled into the dark abyss that surrounded Shane Walsh. He was a hothead and dangerous as he preferred to work alone instead of teams.

Your father worried a lot about the future; your mom’s pregnancy wasn’t helping at all. Thankfully you found the prison and its large protective walls that kept you save; as long as everyone was willing to do their part.

Except Shane fucking Walsh.

Shane’s eyes shamelessly wandered over your body, relishing the memories when you were a whimpering hot mess. His whimpering and hot mess. The older man knew exactly what chokehold he had over you and he so wished to make that chokehold a reality.

“Don’t worry about grown men business, little girl. Get your sexy ass back to the others, I’m sure your daddy needs you to count all the peas in the kitchen.”

Rage boiled inside your stomach and you stepped closer, heart pounding in your chest as its been months since you’ve been this close to him. “You know, Shane, it’s a wonder you keep others and yourself safe with that big ego of yours. Must be hard to fit through the doorways.”

It wasn’t your best comeback but something in his eyes flickered; a tiny hint of anger that washed over his face, giving you a feeling of satisfaction.

Shane chuckled, leaning back and taking in the sight in front of him. "My ego ain’t the only thing big but you already know that, don’t you baby?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you refused to back down. "Don't flatter yourself. You're just a big fish in a small pond."

"Oh, is that so?" Shane stood up, his towering presence making your heart race even more. He stepped closer, bodies almost touching. "You seem pretty interested in this big fish even though you try so hard to stay away from me."

You gulped and put a hand on his chest to keep some distance between, afraid someone might be watching you. “Sh-shut up, Shane.” His large hand wrapped around your wrist, giving it a harsh tug to close the distance between your bodies. You let out a small whimper; music to his ears and it made him contemplate the idea of fucking you right here right now.

“Careful, lamb, or I might need to remind you of your past lessons… but you’re not entirely hating the idea of that, do you?”

Your pulse quickened at his words, a mixture of anger and desire swirling within you. You turned your face to escape his intense stare, but Shane was relentless. His grip on your chin was firm, forcing you to face him again.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. You wan’t me on your side, ya listen? Don’t push me away or ya won’t like the outcome.”

His voice was low and dangerous, each word sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitched as you met his gaze, the raw power and emotion in his eyes both thrilling and terrifying.

“Shane-“ you whimpered “You’re hurting me.”

His dark eyes glistening with excitement. “Good. I know you like it.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your chest. You hated how he made you feel, how he could so easily break through your defenses. But beneath the anger, there was something else—something that scared you even more than Shane’s crazy look. You were falling for him. Falling hard.

Shane's hand moved from your chin to your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse point. "You feel that?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost tender. "That's your heart racing because of me.” His thumb continued to caress the soft skin until he positioned it under your chin, chocking you in a harsh grip.

“And I bet that’s your sweet lil' pussy, all flustered and dripping, begging for my cock. Ain’t that right, girl?”

As fast as his grip appeared on your neck it also disappeared as your father turned around the corner.

“There you are, sweetheart!” he spoke, voice soft and filled with love as he laid eyes on you. “Your mom needs you in the infirmary. Hershel’s already with her.”

Rick’s eyes wandered between you. “Everything alright here?”

“Well, I found Y/N wandering all alone out here. She should be inside after curfew.” Shane clicked his tongue as you threw him a spiteful glance. A smirk played around his lips as your father agreed.

“He’s right, Y/N. You know the rules; only the designated guards are allowed outside after 10 pm.”

“But, dad-“

“Zip it, honey. Go help your mother, she’s having another nauseous episode.”

“Great…” you whispered under your breath but softened your gaze when you noticed your father’s look. He was tired. “Okay, I’ll look after her.”

“That’s my baby girl.” he gave you a kiss on your forehead before starting to walk away. Shane waited for him to disappear around the corner before giving your ass a harsh slap.

“Ouch! What the fu-“

“Think of me when you bury your fingers in that sweet cunt tonight. As you do every night.” He whispered in your ear before giving you a slight push. “Now go.”

Almost two weeks passed and you managed to stay out of Shanes way, he was more impulsive than ever. Running around, barking commands and undermining your father as the leader of the group. You despised it, truly hated him and his behaviour but still you lied awake at night, thinking about his fingers and the way they would feel inside y-

“Y/N? Are you listening?”

You teared your mind away from the sinful fantasies it fabricated and turned your head towards your father. The group was sitting around a big table, eating dinner and discussing plans for the oncoming days.

“Huh?” you raised your eyebrows and saw as Shane frowned at you.

“Hell naw, she’s not even listening. Damn, Rick! She’s not fucking ready!” Your father sighed, rubbing his forehead in annoyment.

“No! I listened, I’m ready!” you quickly lied and Shanes eye twitched. He knew you were lying but of course Rick didn’t notice it.

“Really?” he asked and you quickly nodded, a tad to enthusiastic.

“Fine. Then it’s settled; you and Shane go on the supply run for this week.” You nodded once again, way less excited now and looked at Shane who had his arms crossed in front of his broad chest. “You listen to everything he says, is that clear, Y/N?”

Shane smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, she will, Rick. She will.”

The next day the afternoon sun was setting, casting a dim, ominous light over the abandoned neighborhood. You and Shane moved cautiously through the empty streets, listening for any signs of movement.

"Stay close," Shane ordered, his voice gruff.

"I can take care of myself," you shot back but he ignored your sassiness as leaves rustled in distance.

As you approached an old, dilapidated house, the distant groans of walkers grew louder.

"Great," you muttered. "Just what we needed."

"Inside," Shane barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the house.

Shane pushed you through the door, slamming it shut behind you. He quickly pushed a heavy piece of furniture against it, barricading you in. The walkers outside pounded against the walls, their growls echoing through the house.

You anxiously paced the room, nerves on edge. "This is just perfect. We’re trapped."

Shane ignored you, his focus on securing the surroundings. "We’ll be fine. Just stay quiet."

You stopped and glared at him. "You always think you know best, don’t you?"

Shane turned to face you, his eyes cold and hard. "Someone has to keep their head on straight. You’re too busy playing daddies little girl."

"Playing what?!" your voice rose. "I'm trying to survive, just like you!"

Shane stepped closer, his presence intimidating. "You think you can survive without me? You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me."

Your heart pounded, a mix of fear and anger flooding your veins. "I don’t need you, Shane. I can handle myself." He laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You keep telling yourself that, princess. But we both know the truth: your little crush isn’t that little anymore. You’re pathetic trying to deny it.”

You took a step back, but Shane followed, his eyes dark with a dangerous intensity. "Why are you doing this?" you demanded but your voice gave away. "Why do you have to be so… mean?"

"Mean?" Shane’s voice was low and menacing. "You think this is mean? You haven’t seen anything yet. I’ve been holding back, but maybe it’s time you learned just how serious I am."

Your breath hitched as Shane backed you against the wall, his body towering over you. "Shane, stop," you said, voice trembling.

"Stop? Why would I stop? You need to understand something, Y/N. You’re mine. You belong to me. And I’m not letting anyone, or anything, take you away."

Shane studied your eyes; they were filled with a mix of fear and defiance. "You don’t own me, Shane. I’m not yours to control."

He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You think you have a choice? You think you can just walk away? You can’t, I won’t let you, ever.”

His lips crashed onto your own, fierce and demanding, his hands roaming possessively over your body. You tried to push him away, your brain telling you to get away from him but the wetness between your legs mocked you. Your own body betrayed you.

Shane’s hands gripping your waist, pulling you against his hard chest, his touch a mixture of possessiveness and arousal. You let out a moan as his knee pushed against your clothed sex, roughly rubbing you through your jeans. You needed more, more of him.

“Shane-“

“Shut up.” He spit back, his fingers ripping the button off your pants. “All I want to hear are those pretty moans, you understand?” You wanted to protest but the look in his eyes made you change your mind so you just nodded. “Good girl.”

You sighed when his fingers finally touched you, he stroked them over the drenched material of your panties. “Of course.” he mocked and shoved a finger inside your entrance.

He set a fast and rough rhythm but you didn’t mind, all that mattered was the pure bliss that slowly spread through your system. “M-more.” you begged and it made him snort.

“Needy little whore. You can’t handle more but I’ll give it to you anyways.” A second finger entered you, spreading the tight walls to his liking.

Shane watched your face, your hooded eyes and slightly parted lips with a small whimper escaping here and there. But he needed you to understand that you were his, there was no escape from him. He needed you to scream his name.

“Fuck, darling, your little cunt is tight. This I will enjoy-“ You opened your eyes and glanced at his hardened cock, his tip red and angry and glistening with precum. Shane knew you were a virgin and it almost made him lose his mind as he imagined taking your innocence away for the first time. He saw the fear in your eyes and he loved it.

He lifted you up, slowly pushing inside you, watching all the emotions washing over your face and you never looked more beautiful to him.

“I c-can’t-“ you whimpered and he came to a stop, waiting for your eyes to open. When you did you saw his eyes soften, almost tenderly. But just a moment later you noticed the smirk around his lips. “You will.”

His cock suddenly entered you with such a force it squeezed all air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping between his chest and the wall he had caged you in. The sharp pain made your brain panic but your body, oh your body welcomed him with such ease it was almost embarrassing.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight-“ he groaned and his fingers dug into the soft skin at your hips. It would leave marks, you were sure, but couldn’t care less.

The pain slowly faded into a completely unique and new feeling, a feeling deep inside you. Something your fingers never managed to even scratch the surface of it. You bit your lips till you tasted blood, his length filling you up at a relentlessly pace. Shanes hand circled around your delicate neck, the grip of his fingers began to tighten leaving you chocking around them. The lack of air left your brain in a hazy state.

You weren’t even sure how it was possible for him to be this deep inside you; his length made it seem impossible but your body proved you wrong as your hungry cunt swallowed him whole. Shane felt his release approaching the more he watched your face and listening to your sloppy moans.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth hung open for a silent cry but nothing came out as your orgasm washed over you in intense waves; your blood rushing in your ears as you came all over his dick.

Shane roughly claimed your lips once again, dominating the kiss as it left you literally breathless. His grip on your waist increased, threatening to break you in half as he fucked you through both of your highs. He gave one final thrust before he came hot and heavy, painting your insides white.

The euphoria from your first time quickly vanished as you felt the warm liquid dripping down your legs. Shane noticed the panic in your eyes and let out a hoarse chuckle.

“Thought I was joking when I said I’ll never let ya go, huh? You’re fucking mine forever, princess.”

The rational part inside you was ready to run, to grab the nearest object and bash it over his head but the other part, the part that was hopelessly in love with this psychopath of a man, stayed still.

Accepting your new fate as you felt his lips on your ear:

“And I’ll kill everyone that comes between us.”

[dollyfl1rt]

hi angel <3

can I please request a fic about Shane Walsh x Hershel's Hypersexual daughter sneaking into the barn to have sex again ?<3

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, PinV, praise kink, overstimulation ??

(a mood board!)

you’d only do it a couple times a week; to keep suspicions down.

not that you had even meant to get started in the first place. he was just available.

“daddy im gonna go clean the stables before bed” you say as you kiss your father’s cheek “okay hun” in which he replies as you skip outside.

you actually were cleaning the stables until shane waltzed up.

the position he found you in perfectly showed off your little black lace panties. “you teasing me darlin’?” the former officer questioned as you turn to face him “not tonigh’, told my daddy i’d clean the stables” you smile placing your hands on your hips.

“well don’t let me stop you” he shrugs holding onto his belt trying to hide the very obvious tent in his pants. you turn back around to finish scrubbing the stable walls.

shane stepped forward kissing your neck “you’re being a distraction” you giggle “best kind, right?” the man whispered as his hand trailed down to between your thighs.

you bite your lip at his burly hands rubbing you through your jeans. “i needed you all day today” he told, his breath heavier than usual.

“did you know that?” he breathed out attacking your neck again, “my daddy should be sleep now” you inhaled sharply.

that was said more to yourself than shane. he quickly carried you to the barn or, hook up house the two of you called it.

after reaching the top of the ladder you crawled inside taking your thin frilly top off. shane followed suit his eyes glued to your chest. he eventually worked his pants down to his ankles as you crawl over towards him, to begin sucking his cock.

“yeah, just like that baby” he cooed holding your hair.

this went on for two minutes before he pulled you up and on all fours. his rough hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass before he strikes it, earning a whine from you.

“shh shh shh,” he whispers pointing “daryl’s tent is right here” you follow his finger to see the hunter green tent.

shane then kissed your neck some more, as he gently inserted himself with a shaky breath. you hummed at the feeling.

there hadn’t been a night like this for a while.

shortly after, the thrusting started.

“you take it so good baby” shane grunts in your ear as you whine and he pulls your hips back again. “ngh..” you call out covering your mouth. he strikes the reddened skin once more before thrusting into you faster.

you lay your torso on the wood of the barn feeling as shane bottoms you out.

“cmere” he speaks to himself pulling you up and pounding faster whilst, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“you look so damn pretty like this, baby girl” the man grunts reaching down the front of your body to rub your clit.

his hand and cock both work fast to ensure an great orgasm. “oh my fuck” you speak lowly closing your eyes “that’s right, cum for me baby” he praises as you come undone unison as him.

you sigh as shane pulls out smacking your ass again, “you’re such a good girl for me sweetheart. go back to your daddy’s farm and don’t tell him about our little secret in the barn”.

[louierecs]

— ୨୧₊˚ fic rec masterlist

The Walking Dead;

Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, Abraham Ford, Negan Smith, Shane Walsh, Carl Grimes

Call Of Duty;

Johnathan Price, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, John 'Soap' MacTavish, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Alex Keller, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Phillip Graves, Keegan P. Russ, Makarov

Criminal Minds;

Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez

911;

Bobby Nash, Evan 'Buck' Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Outer banks;

Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, John B, Pope Heyward

Sons of Anarchy;

Jackson 'Jax' Teller, Filip 'Chibs' Telford, Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz, Alexander 'Tig' Trager, Happy Lowman, Opie Winston

Triple Frontier;

Santiago 'Pope' Garcia, Francisco 'Catfish' Morales, Will Miller, Ben Miller

The Bear;

Carmen Berzatto, Michael Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich, Luca

Marvel;

Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Deadpool, Wolverine, Frank Castle

Marauders;

Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, poly!marauders

Harry Potter, golden era;

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Cedric Diggory

Slytherin Boys;

Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Regulus Black

Youtube;

Harry Lewis, Tobi Brown, Simon Minter, Niko Omilana, Sharky, Aj Shabeel, ChrisMD, Willne, Calfreezy, TheBurntChip, George Clarkey

Other Characters One;

Javier Pena, Steve Murphy, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Benny Cross, Agent Whiskey, Eggsy Unwin, Jim Hopper, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Arthur Morgan, Joel Miller (game version)

Other Characters Two;

Carl Gallagher, Lip Gallagher, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz, Cesar Diaz, Nick Amaro, Sonny Carisi, Joshua 'Scud' Fromeyer, Griff, Sam Rossi, Nate Archibald, Diego Hargreeves

More Recs of my top characters;

Daryl Dixon, Simon Riley, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Rafe Cameron and more Rafe, Carmen Berzatto, Frank Castle, Logan Howlett, Wade Wilson

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[lightblindingme]

Hey, I just discovered My Forever is yours on tumblr & have fallen in love with it 😍 just wanted to ask if u had any extra content about this series on your tumblr ?? Or if u think about carrying on with the series ? Thanks xx

God, this ask was sent such a long time ago, and I never got around to answer it 😔 I'm really sorry, anon. On the off chance that you do see this:

I just checked and the last time I posted for that fic series was 4 years ago😲! In 2019!

A lot of stuff has been happening/has happened in my life - especially last year, I went through some really difficult period and I just couldn't find the time to write nor the inspiration.

However, I am in a better place now mentally and physically, and having reread some of my writing, I got a small push to maybe return to writing. Long story short, I'll try and start writing again and hopefully, post something related to the series soon :D

In case anyone's wondering what the anon was asking about:

It's my Shane Walsh x ofc called Tess series My Forever is Yours - A series of non-linear fics centered around Tess, Shane and their family.

Here's the AO3 link or you can go through this link on my blog to check it out if you want to give it a shot.

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢  — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

[thelittleangel]

How they would react to you having a panic attack

Warnings: panic attacks, some characters don’t know how to deal with mental health very well, general anxiety

Tags: physical affection, panic attacks, male reader

Characters: castiel, dean Winchester, sam Winchester, Rick grimes, daryl dixon, Shane Walsh, Negan, Dale cooper

Fandoms: supernatural, the walking dead, twin peaks.

Author’s note: hey, I know I did a poll for the next fic I write. I promise, it’s coming soon. I just need more time to write. In the meantime, have this.

Castiel

If you’re in the middle of a hunt, he’ll take you somewhere safe.

Probably back to the hotel, or somewhere secluded, where you can calm down without anyone bothering you.

If you need someone to hold you while you calm down, he’ll be that person.

He’ll stay with you unless you specifically ask to be left alone.

He’s still gonna keep an eye on you if you do want to be left alone.

Dean Winchester

He’ll take you to Baby, so you can sit in there and take a second.

He’ll hold you close to him.

He’ll let you talk about whatever you need to talk about, even if it has nothing to do with your panic.

He’ll leave you in the car if you want to be alone.

He has no way to make sure you’re ok if he did leave, so he’s gonna ask Cas to keep an eye on you (if he can.)

He’s gonna be worried about you the entire time. He cares about people a lot, especially when they’re hurting.

Sam Winchester

He’s gonna take you to a quiet room.

He’ll give you his jacket, if that’s what you need.

He’s going to be very hesitant about leaving you alone, but he’ll do it.

If you need someone to hold you, he’ll sit you down.

Hugging you to his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

He’ll do anything to make sure you’re ok.

Anything.

Rick grimes

It’s gonna take him a second to notice.

When he does, he takes you back home.

If you protest him doing this, he will fight you on it, every step of the way.

He takes you up to your shared room.

He’ll sit with you and work you through it.

He’s probably going to hold your hand throughout the entire episode.

If anyone needs to talk with him, he’ll go out into the hall to discuss it with them.

He’ll keep it brief, because he wants to make sure you’re ok.

Daryl Dixon

At first, he has no idea what’s going on.

He’s standing beside you, and all of a sudden he notices you hyperventilating.

He takes you to his tent.

It’s far away from the farm, so no one’s coming there unless they absolutely have to.

He’ll sit with you outside the tent.

He doesn’t bring you in because he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re trapped inside the tent.

He won’t initiate any sort of physical contact unless you ask.

He’ll walk back to the farm if you need to be left alone.

He’s gonna try not to worry about it.

He’s very worried.

Shane Walsh

He’ll take you to his tent.

And then leave you there.

He has no idea how to deal with this very well.

So he just gives you space that you may or may not need.

He never mentions it to you, because he thinks you might not want to talk about it.

He means well, but he doesn’t know what to do.

Negan

He’ll take you back to his room.

He’s not going to leave you alone.

If anyone needs to talk to him about anything important, he’ll tell them to fuck off.

He’ll hold you in his arms, putting your face in his neck.

He will shield you from the outside world, giving you quiet time to cry or yell, or whatever you need to do.

When you untuck your head from his neck, he’ll look at you with so much love and concern.

“There’s my beautiful boy. How’s your mind, sweet Angel?”

He’s not gonna let you do anything else today.

Dale Cooper

He’ll take you to a private place. Probably like an office or something.

He’s not going to leave you unless you ask him to.

He’ll still talk to people who need him (like hawk, Truman, Andy, or Lucy)out in the hallway.

He’s not going to probe you about what happened to make you panic.

You’ll sit in silence, probably.

He’ll hold your hand, but that’s just about the extent of it.

If you need to sleep, he’s going to sit with you, for a while, before eventually getting back to work.

He’s still worried about you, but he understands that you need space to deal with what’s hurting you.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

so since it was so much fun doing this last year i decided i'm going to participate again. and although i know it's only august right now, i figured it'd be best to start early considering i'll be writing a fic for every day this time.

rules/info:

so obviously, this will be 18+ ONLY

i will be posting a short blurb every day in october with a different kink and character and you'll be able to find a list detailing the days and kinks below.

they will be written for an afab reader and i will try to keep it mostly gender neutral. i will specify in the fic warning if any pronouns are used.

i will be accepting requests but i will also be choosing some of the characters myself.

you can find my rules for requesting here and a list of characters that i write for here.

all posts for this event will be tagged under #kinktober 2023.

enjoy!

day one - knife play - baby firefly

day two - cockwarming - vincent sinclair for @sillylittlereader

day three - begging - gavin ellis (the mule)

day four - praise kink - brahms heelshire

day five - hate sex - damon salvatore

day six - dry-humping - steve harrington

day seven - wax play - vincent sinclair

day eight - predator/prey - otis driftwood

day nine - semi-public sex - klaus mikaelson

day ten - somnophilia - max (the resident)

day eleven - corruption - loki laufeyson

day twelve - mutual masturbation - lawrence gordon for anon

day thirteen - blood kink - vincent sinclair for @sillylittlereader

day fourteen - bondage - adam stanheight for anon

day fifteen - mirror sex - shane walsh

day sixteen - temperature play - negan

day seventeen - choking - david (saw 0.5) for anon

day eighteen - marking - kai parker

day nineteen - face fucking - mark hoffman for anon

day twenty - roleplay - dean winchester

day twenty-one - hair pulling - dean winchester for anon

day twenty-two - phone sex - adam stanheight for anon

day twenty-three - spanking - adam stanheight for anon

day twenty-four - gun play - stu macher & billy loomis for @nimbusghoul

day twenty-five - pegging - dean winchester for anon

day twenty-six - thigh riding - bo sinclair

day twenty-seven - dubcon - adam stanheight for anon

day twenty-eight - degradation kink - negan

day twenty-nine - oral sex - amanda young for anon

day thirty - overstimulation - peter strahm for anon

day thirty-one - threesome - billy loomis & stu macher for @sillylittlereader

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D.D. | Shane's Girl

Part Five | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee | Check out the playlist

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh sucks

Word Count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: Thanks for the continued love on this lil fic. I love them. The connection they are creating with one another is so sweet and I cannot wait to continue writing for these two idiots. Shane of course continues to be a dick and will only get worse. We're getting closer to the start of the show. I won't be retelling the entire series in this fic. Just snippets of their life together -- the show will fill in the gaps in a way. Anyway, let me know what you guys think of this one, if you want to be added to the taglist, or just want to ask me a question.

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You don’t consider yourself a jealous girlfriend; however, as you watch Shane and Lori from across the camp, you cannot help the rage that begins to simmer in your chest. The feeling makes you nauseous. You adore Lori. She’s always been like an older sister to you -- the senior girl who took you under her wing during your freshman year of high school. So the problem isn’t Lori. No, it’s the way Shane is looking at Lori. His face practically lights up with affection and warmth as he listens to her -- a stark contrast to the Shane you’ve become accustomed to since the dead started walking. 

“Hey, uhm. Is everything okay?”

Glenn’s soft voice cuts through your rising temper, startling you. You look up at him with wide eyes for a second, before attempting to pull yourself together. If anyone in camp knew the exact thoughts running through your head right now, you’d be humiliated. You take a deep breath before giving Glenn a polite smile. 

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

Glenn shifts awkwardly on his feet. You haven’t really had a chance to get to know to know Glenn. You could probably count on one hand how many times the two of you have interacted since he joined the camp. For the first few weeks, you assumed he didn’t like you. However, Amy informed you that his avoidance is nothing personal -- it’s just that Shane terrifies him and you’re an extension of that fear. This seems to be a common problem for you around camp. People seem intimidated by you due to your proximity to the camp’s self-proclaimed leader. It’s infuriating and isolating. 

“It’s just… those are my favorite pair of jeans.”

You look down at the wash basin in front of you. You’d been so distracted by your own thoughts, that you’d completely forgotten about the clothes you were washing. As your mind continued to race, your hands began moving on their own accord with just as much ferocity. Your face flushes as you stare at Glenn’s jeans that you damn near scrubbed a hole into.

“Sorry, Glenn. Just zoned out for a second.”

Glenn gives you a kind smile, seemingly content with your answer.

“Don’t worry about it. Happens to everyone.”

He shrugs nonchalantly before wandering off towards Dale. You let out a relieved sigh once he’s out of earshot. Deciding that Glenn’s clothing has been through enough torment today, you pull his garments out of the wash basin and move to pin them up on a clothesline. As you attach the last article of clothing, you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. Before you can turn around, you hear a familiar voice.

“I’m goin’ out to hunt, wanna come?”

You furrow your brow. Daryl has mentioned how much he enjoys hunting alone -- how relaxing it is. It makes sense. He’s a loner by nature, so the constant presence of people in camp must be overwhelming. You don’t want to intrude on his personal time. Before you can ask him if he’s sure, you notice his eyes shift from you over to Shane and Lori.

Oh.

You might have been able to fool Glenn, but you can’t fool Daryl. He knows exactly what has you so riled up. You’re embarrassed that the younger Dixon has seen through your ruse. The last thing that you want is Daryl thinking less of you because of your envy. You want to explain yourself -- let him know that you’re not just some jealous girlfriend -- but the words get stuck in your throat, so you nod wordlessly at his offer and allow him to lead you into the surrounding woods. 

Daryl likes the quiet -- he usually finds comfort in it, but your unusual silence, while you both move through the forest, is unbearable. You’re the conversationalist. You’re the one who retells stories about your time in King County with Shane and the Grimes family, recites all the gossip you learned from Andrea and Amy throughout the day, and complains about whatever crappy meal the group was able to put together that evening. And he likes that about you. You ask him the occasional question about Merle or hunting, but you never pry. You’re the one that talks and he’s the one that listens -- simple as that.

But right now you don’t feel like talking and it’s making him anxious. He knows he should say something, but what? Sorry your boyfriend is such a jackass? He shakes his head at the thought. Real, smooth Dixon. This is uncharted territory for him. No one ever taught him how to comfort.

A rustling in the woods saves him from his attempts at starting a conversation. Daryl puts his arm out to stop you from walking in front of him, before aiming his crossbow toward the noise. He slowly moves forward and you follow his lead, knife in hand. Eventually, a walker comes into view from behind the trees. Daryl waits for a clear shot and pulls the trigger. You let out a sigh of relief as you watch the arrow sink into the walker’s skull. 

“Nice shot.”

Your voice breaks through the silence for the first time and he’s glad to hear it. He wanders over to the walker and retrieves his crossbow bolt. He wipes the tip of it off on his jeans, before looking back at you. 

“You ‘lright?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek as you think about his question -- you know he’s not asking about the walker.

“I’m just worried.”

Daryl furrows his brow at your response. He doesn’t ask why, instead, he silently shifts from one foot to the other, allowing you to continue if you so choose. 

“I feel like you’re the only person in this camp who sees me as a person and not just Shane’s girl -- I just don’t want that to change.”

Daryl shakes his head at the thought. He’s seen you do more for this camp in one day, than Shane’s ever done. It’s stupid really, how everyone treats you. And he knows that you have more to give than cleaning laundry and preparing meals. You don’t have to prove yourself to him -- the two of you are far past that. You’ve already earned his respect -- something Shane has yet to accomplish.  

“You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that.” 

You nod at his words, but Daryl can tell that they did little to reassure you. 

“I feel the same way.”

Your brows knit together in confusion over Daryl’s words. 

“You’re the only person who doesn’t see me as Merle.”

His tone is sincere -- you know he genuinely means what he is saying. You wonder how many people have met the Dixon brothers and simply wrote Daryl off due to the brashness of his older brother. You watch as he awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable with the vulnerability in his words. 

“Yeah, you’re definitely not Merle.”

This causes Daryl to laugh -- actually laugh. The sound is surprising at first -- more boyish than the usual gruffness you're used to in his voice, but it’s nice. And it makes you smile brightly, knowing you’re the reason for his laughter. 

“C’mon, we should head back.”

You allow him to take the lead again, navigating through the woods once more. He might not have caught any squirrel, but the two of you are not coming back to camp empty-handed. A newfound understanding washes over the both of you, bonding you to one another.

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