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shagatron · 1 year

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Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 2.01

You watch as Shane inspects a gun that belongs to Andrea, occasionally looking away from it to glance at Jace, who is secured to his chest. The thought of Jace so close to a weapon should make you unnerved, but because Shane was on the other end, it didn’t. It helped you sleep at night knowing your son had a dad and an uncle who’d do anything for him.

You bit your bottom lip so you wouldn’t wince when you shifted your leg, which was still painful from cutting it. You were sitting on a chair with your leg resting up on another, and despite your best efforts to hide the pain you were feeling, it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Daryl had given you a few painkillers from his brother's stash.

“Looks complicated,” Andrea says, watching him take the gun apart.

The interest in Shane’s eyes was obvious. “The trick is getting all these pieces back together the same way. I could clean yours, show you how. Oh yeah. It's a sweet piece.”

The blonde smiled. “It was a gift from my father. He gave it to me just before Amy and I took off on our road trip. He said two girls on their own should be able to defend themselves.”

“Your father is a wise man. Soon as Jacey here is old enough, I’m going to teach him how to defend himself, just like I taught his mama,” he says before gently kissing the top of your baby's head.

Andrea looks back at you, just as your eyes roll at the memory. “He taught you to defend yourself, that’s sweet.”

“It was our second date,” you laugh.

She looks back at Shane, who’s trying not to smirk. “You took someone you were trying to impress to a shooting range?”

“Yeah.”

She looks back at you. “I thought you would have known how anyway, since your brother was a sheriff.”

Shane ignores her and continues to talk about the gun. “Look, it's a limited capacity. See? only holds seven rounds.”

Suddenly, the RV comes to a halt. Both Dale and Glenn get out and take a look at the front of the vehicle. You get out of the RV last, and the moment you do, Carl runs to you with a cheeky smile on his face. He leans against you as you playfully ruffle his hair while looking around. The RV had broken down in what looked like a graveyard of abandoned vehicles.

“What’s going on?” You ask as Glenn and Dale look under the popped hood.

“Oh, just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of—” Dale says sarcastically before cutting himself off. “Okay, that was dumb.”

Shane takes a look and says, “I can’t find a radiator hose here.”

Daryl scoffs, “There’s a whole bunch of stuff we can’t find.”

It's been decided that your group will split up to look for supplies in the abandoned cars.

“Come on, y’all. Look around; gather what you can.” Shane says addressing everyone.

“Jace?”

“I’ve got him,” he says softly. He senses your hesitation and sighs, taking your hand in his. “He’s fine, I promise I won’t let anything happen to him. You just concentrate on not catching your limbs on anything sharp. Be safe, baby, and watch out for walkers.”

—

Searching abandoned cars and vans should have been easy, but of course, the process doesn't go as smoothly as you'd all hoped. As T-Dog places his hand on your back, quietly ushering you along as walkers slowly walk in your direction, your stomach drops, forming a heavy pit.

“Ahh shit,” he hissed.

You turn to see him slicing his arm on a broken window and bleeding profusely. You rip the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around his arm.

Delirious from the blood loss, you struggled to hold him upright, but luckily, Daryl appeared beside you. “Quick, get under the car.”

You drop to the ground and roll under a car while Daryl places a dead body on top of T-Dog, then does the same to himself just in time as the dead walk by. You clamp your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Your body shook with fear as you thought about your son. You internally prayed to God or whoever would listen that he was safe.

—

When the horde has passed, you get up and assist T-Dog with his feet.You put his good arm over your shoulder and said, “Let’s get you back to the others.”

You walked mainly in silence, watching Daryl curiously. His sleek movements while looking for danger made it seem like he’d been living in an apocalypse all his life.

“How does hiding under dead bodies keep walkers from noticing you?” You ask, distracting yourself from the fear of what you might find in a few moments time.

He looks over his shoulder at you, and he almost seems amused by your question. “The rotten bodies hide your scent.”

When you reach the RV, Andrea and Dale rush over to help T-Dog, who’s in bad shape, while Shane rushes to your side. You're relieved to see that he and Jace are both fine. His eyes widen with worry as they trace over you, soaking up the blood. “Lily,” he says in a low voice. “Are you hurt?”

“No, it's T-Dogs blood,” you say as you look around and notice your brother isn't there. “Where’s Rick?”

Shane clenches his jaw and says, “You should change your shirt.”

—

The last few hours had been tense as you waited for news on Sophia. Carol's daughter had gotten scared by the walker horde; your brother went after her but lost her while luring two walkers away. He came back to get help, and Shane, Glenn, and Daryl left to help him search for her. The only positive was that you managed to clean and cover up T-doggy cuts the best you could with what little medical supplies you had.

“He doesn’t cry much.”

You turn to see Dale standing behind you as you lay Jace down on some blankets inside the RV. “Oh, he does. Jace just likes to pick his moments.”

Dale nods his head, giving you a forced smile. “I know, I’ve heard him cry when he’s hungry, tierd or needing changed.”

“But?” You know by the look on his face that he’s holding back.

“I’ve noticed he doesn’t react much to loud noises.”

You frown and ask, “What are you getting at?”

Dale goes to answer you but closes his mouth again when he sees Glenn and Shane return through the small window. He leaves the vehicle just as Jace wakes up fussing, the noise he makes indicating he is hungry.

Dale doesn’t know what he's talking about.

—

You step out of the RV mid-conversation.

“It can't be soon enough for me,” Andrea says. “I'm still freaked out from that herd that passed us by, or whatever you'd call it.”

Glenn nods in agreement and says, “Yeah, what was that? All of them are just marching along like that.”

Shane steps closer to you and places his hand on your back before addressing the rest of the group. “A herd. That sounds about right. We've seen it. It's like the night camp got attacked. There are a few wandering packs. Okay. Come on, people. We still have a lot of work to do. Let's stay on it. Let's go, come on.”

Once everyone else had walked away, you turned to Shane and whispered. “What’s really going on?”

“You've got to keep them busy and focused on a task. Dale fixes the RV, we start moving these cars and clear a path.”

“You don't believe there will be a Sophia, do you?”

He shakes his head.

—

“Hey, I know what will make you feel better.”

Your brother sighs while rubbing at his forehead, “Yeah?”

You stretch out your arms, signaling for him to take the baby in your arms. Which he does happily, talking to him in a baby voice. “I remember when Carl was this size. He grew up so fast.”

Rick looked defeated when he returned without Sophia. He’d even cut open a walker to check its insides to see if it had eaten her; he blamed himself for what happened. You look in the opposite direction to see Lori trying to comfort Carl. Poor kid. He looked terrified. It was going to be a long night waiting till morning to resume searching for the young girl.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you and Lori, but I imagine things are going to get worse before they get better, and we are going to need each other.”

Again, you felt your heart harden with rage towards Shane and Lori, because you knew if your brother ever found out, it would tear him apart. With his free hand, Rick pulls a gun from his holster and hands it out to you. “This stays between us. I want to know you're safe at all times.”

You take it from him, nodding in thanks, knowing that if the others saw it, they wouldn’t be happy since Dale was keeping a hold of the guns. “Thank you,” you say as you double-check the safety before slipping it between your waistband and belt and hiding it beneath your long shirt. “Here’s hoping I never need to use it.”

—

You roll your eyes as Andrea argues with Dale about her not having a weapon. Personally, you thought she was far too emotional to handle it, but you remained silent, knowing that all the arguing was wasting time.

“Aunt Lily,” Carl gets your attention as you cross the barrier that heads toward the woods Sophia had run into.

“Yeah?”

“My dad says I can come too, so I need to stay close.”

“Well, I feel much better now that you're beside me, munchkin,” you say as you wrap your arm around his shoulder. “But you gotta stay beside your mom and dad so they don’t panic, okay?”

“I will,” he says, nodding. “Why isn’t Jace staying with T-Dog and Dale?”

“Because he’s safest with me, now let’s go. We don’t want to get left behind.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Daryl staring in your direction, but when you look at him, he quickly marches on ahead.

—

The group walks in single file through the woods, everyone keeping an eye out for any sign of the young girl. You notice Carl walking by you to talk to Shane, who was at the end of the line. “Look, Shane,” Carl says, holding up a pocket knife. “Dad said I could carry it, and mom said as long as I was—”

“Keep it down. We're looking for Sophia. You need to focus on the task,” he snaps, making the young boys' faces fall.

“Carl, go keep up with your mom,” you say as you place a hand on Shane's chest to block his path. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but cut it out. He's just a kid.”

He shakes his head and says, “That kid? He needs to toughen up. I love him like our own, but it’s the truth.”

You shake your head, not wanting to hear whatever he is about to say. You continue to walk in silence until Rick signals to stop when he reaches a tent.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t inside. It was just the remains of a man who killed himself.

You try to comfort Carol as best you can; you've only been a mom for a short time, but you can’t imagine anything worse than losing your kid. “Did you hear that?”

“No, wha-” Glenn shakes his head.

“Shh,” you cut him off. “There it is again. It sounds like bells.”

“It’s church bells,” Andrea says, in agreement “It could be Sophia or someone who’s found her.”

—

Shane shakes his head as you walk out of the church. “I'm telling you, it's the wrong church. It's got no steeple, Rick. There's no steeple.”

There was no sign of Sophia inside the church, which only had walkers inside. Feeling the heat, you walk around to the other side of the church to stand in the shade. You stand observing your surroundings for a few moments before unintentionally listening in on a conversation. You slowly look around the edge of the church to see Lori following Shane.

“Are you really leaving?” she asks.

“Don't you think it's best for all of us?”

“I think it is. What made you decide?”

You blink a few times to make sure you aren’t hallucinating the sight in front of you. But it’s real, and you feel sick watching your fiancé talk to a woman who now makes your skin crawl.

“I'm just trying to be the good guy here, Lori, and I just want to do what’s best for my family. What happened between us was a mistake and never should have happened.”

She walks towards him, pointing her arm in the direction of the church. “You're just gonna disappear? You're not even gonna tell Rick?”

“He'd only try to stop me. No, that's on you. You tell him what you want. Or tell him nothing at all. You're his wife.”

“And Lily? She’s happy to go along with this idea.”

He rubs his chin and says, “She doesn’t know we’re leaving yet.”

“Are you insane? She hisses. “You really think she’ll just take the baby and go with you? And what about Carl?”

“Don’t, I love Carl. I'm trying to put this behind me. I'm attempting to make our lives easier. This ain't easy on any of us, least of all me. I'm the one who loses his family when Rick finds out.”

“This isn’t just about you. Rick would-”

“Rick would forgive you!” He yells. Fortunately for him, no one else was outside to hear him. “Rick would forgive you, he’d do anything to keep you, Carl, and him together. But Lily? If Rick found out what we did, he wouldn’t be able to be around me, so she’d need to choose. And I doubt she'd choose me... which is why we need to leave before things get out of hand.”

Not wanting to hear anymore, you storm forward and grab Shane by the wrist, pulling him behind you and away from Lori. “Let me make one thing clear: we’re not leaving. I am not leaving my brother or nephew, and you are not leaving either.”

“Wait just a minute—”

“One of the reasons I fell in love with you is because of how protective you are, so I know you think you're doing what’s right.” You cup his face in your hands, but you're wrong. “I'm not leaving them, so if you really want to leave, then it’s going to be on your own.”

He looks hurt by your words. “I’d never leave without you and Jace.”

Your conversation is cut short when the others join you. You watch nervously as Rick and Shane walk off to have a conversation in private. You assumed they would be talking about Sophia where her mom couldn’t hear.

—

Reluctantly, the group split into two. Shane and Rick kept searching for Sophia, and Carl went with them while the rest of you headed back to the RV.

The walk back was filled with uncomfortable sighs and glances, mainly from Andrea, who was walking ahead but kept glaring back at you and Lori. Finally you have enough and snap, “Whatever you want to say, just say it.”

Her response is immediate. “I think it’s bullshit that we can’t defend ourselves properly, especially since we’ve now got a ticking time bomb with us.”

You follow her line of sight to the baby strapped to your chest, and anger boils inside you. “Excuse me?”

“Keeping the kid with you is selfish. You should have left-”

“Knock it off!” Daryl barks at her. “Unlike you, the kid causes no problems and makes a helluva lot less noise. So I suggest you shut the hell up and keep walking.”

Andrea scoffs and walks on ahead. You supposed you could chalk all the dirty looks and comments down to the blonde having a genuine fear that a crying baby could possibly bring a horde, but you had a feeling there was more to her sudden issue with you.

“So this is it?" This is the whole plan?” Carol asks, sitting down on a fallen tree.

Daryl shrugs. “I guess the plan is to whittle us down into smaller and smaller groups.”

Andrea directs her gaze at Lori, “carrying knives and pointy sticks. I see you have a gun.”

“Why, you want it? Here, take it. I'm sick of the looks you're giving me.” She hands Andrea the gun before facing Carol. “Honey, I can't imagine what you're going through. and I would do anything to stop it. But you have got to stop blaming Rick. It is in your face every time you look at him. When Sophia ran, he didn't hesitate, did he? Not for a second. I don't know that any of us would have gone after her the way he did or made the hard decisions that he had to make, or that anybody could have done it any differently.” She takes a sip of her water before looking at the rest of the small group. “Anybody? Y'all look to him, and then you blame him when he's not perfect. If you think you can do this without him, go right ahead. Nobody is stopping you.”

Andrea hands the gun back to Lori and says, “We should keep moving.”

You walk at the back of the group alone until Daryl slows his pace and walks beside you, talking low enough that only you can hear him. “It’s probably best if you keep the fact that you have a gun to yourself.”

You look down to see your gun is still hidden by your clothing. “How did you know I have one?”

Daryl raises his brows and chews on what looks like a bug, then walks ahead without saying a word.

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Celebration Feast

Summary: After butchering a walker attacking him, you expected Daryl to be grateful but this is a different kind of gratitude than you were anticipating.....

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: Smut, face-sitting, degradation, semi-public sex, non-graphic violence

They really had to stop letting their guard down, Y/N thought. You'd think we'd have been better prepared by now.

The courtyard was in chaos. The rank they had formed broke apart fairly quickly, leaving each member to fend, mostly, for themselves, scattered around the place.

Glenn and Maggie were back to back in one corner fighting off around six walkers while Rick and T-Dog battled their fair share. Y/N had just slaughtered the final walker that surrounded her when she noticed Daryl's absence.

Although the pair hadn't started off on the best terms, both possessing fiery, stubborn personalities that often pitted them against each other, they had swiftly earned one anothers respect.

For Y/N, it had been Daryl's relentlessness in their hopeless search for Sophia that swayed her. And for Daryl..... well Y/N didn't know exactly what had done it but somewhere down the line, he had stopped treating her like the enemy and more like a begrudged ally, which was something, she thought.

Whipping her head around frantically, she searched for the tall man, her eyes taking in every detail as she looked for any trace of him.

Finally, at the base of a staircase, Y/N caught sight of Daryl's trademark crossbow, strewn across the dirt floor. Running over, she immediately caught sight of him laying on his back, having been overpowered by two walkers. Must have really caught him by surprise for just the two to have overwhelmed him.

Rapidly taking action, Y/N strode over to him, immediately taking out the first bastard, tossing it aside, then grabbing second by the shoulders and stabbing it the brain, effectively splattering thick blood all over her face and upper body.

Quickly, throwing the dead walker out of the way, Y/N stood towering above Daryl's frozen body as he stared up at her with a strange expression and a glint in his eye.

"You good? Bit?", she questioned as she offered him her hand, hauling him up.

Failing to recieve an answer, Y/N shook the still motionless man, attempting to snap him out of his stupor as the fight continued to rage on around them.

"Jesus Christ, come on Daryl", hearing his name seemed to make him come to. He promptly strode over to his fallen crossbow, picked it up and without a glance backward started spearing the walkers that surrounded Rick.

With a scoff, Y/N turned her back to him and began making a dent in the hoarde that had enveloped Glenn and Maggie.

Instantly nailing two with her daggers, Y/N along with the rest of the group annihilated the rest of the herd that had managed to intrude on their camp.

As they stood in a haphazard circle, the anxious fighters checked eachother over for any potential bites or scratches, Y/N was grasped by Daryl as he examined her exposed arms.

"You gonna tell me what that was back there?", she requested, making eye contact once he had deemed her okay, a furrow between her brows.

Daryl only grunted, furthering her confusion. Right as Y/N was about to continue her interrogation she was distracted by the rest of the group trickling out from the cell block where they had remained while the threat was eliminated.

Using the distraction, Daryl snatched hold of Y/N's upper arm, pulling her toward the staircase where he'd lost his crossbow instead of the cell block that was their temporary living space.

Although Y/N did attempt to protest, all the fight had been drained from her, instead choosing to let him guide her to wherever he pleased, hoping it would get her some of the answers she'd been searching for.

What the fuck is going on with this guy. She began recognising the familiar twists and turns of the halls Daryl led her down. The laundry room.

"Come on dude, give me a hint.", Y/N pleaded.

"Shut up."

Well, then. They had finally reached the desolate laundry room when he let go of her arm. Daryl turned around to face her and his expression made her swallow nervously, as he slowly backed her into the wall, eyes staring her down.

Staring up at him Y/N opened her mouth, ready to speak, to protest when suddenly, oh. His chapped lips slammed down onto hers, their tongues wrestling for dominance as her hands travelled up his broad shoulders to wrap around his neck, holding him against her.

As the fierce kiss continued, Daryl started tearing at the shirt clinging to Y/N, seeking to expose her heaving tits. The kiss broke apart as the pair grew desperate for breath, both using the opportunity to pull at eachothers clothes frantically, Y/N feeling her underwear dampen with her growing arousal.

Pulling his vest off, it was a struggle to get rid of his stubborn shirt. The man repeatedly batted her arms out of his way as he grabbed at her tits, manipulating her sensitive nipples, forcing desperate moans from her lips.

The world rocked beneath her feet as Daryl suddenly picked Y/N up, pushing her firmly against the wall, grinding his hard cock into her most sensitive spot, leaving her wet, dripping and panting as he simultaneously sucked on her swollen nipples, pulling them between his teeth.

"What the fuck brought this on then?", she gasped out between pants.

"Was hot as shit, watching you kill that walker.", was his gruff reply as he attempted to get your jeans down.

"Seriously?", Y/N chuckled, before yelping as he bit down hard on her pulsating nipple in revenge.

"Shut the fuck up.", Well then.

She let out a high-pitched yelp, yet again as Daryl pulled her quickly down onto the cold ground, maneuvering her into a sitting position over his prominent erection.

It had been over a year since she had gotten any, so she was incredibly eager to get moving. The new position made it easier as she rose up pulling her jeans and underwear off her with ease, giving Daryl the opportunity to tug his lengthy cock out from his own underwear and jeans.

However, before Y/N could sit down on him, craving the feeling of his cock stretching her walls open, she was yanked forward so her dripping pussy was positioned directly over his open mouth.

She didn't even have a second to protest, not that she was planning on it, before he was sucking her pulsating clit into mouth, tugging on it with his teeth.

"Jesus Christ!", the words were practically ripped from her throat as the unexpected sensations coursed through her, grinding down into Daryl's face while he lay flat on his back on the concrete floor, holding his hair in a vice-grip.

"Careful", he warned, a smirk on his face as removed his lips from her, juices glistening around his mouth, trickling down his chin. "Don't want anyone thinking you're being attacked and come running in to find you grinding that pretty pussy on me, like a little whore."

A shocked moan escaped her mouth, both at his crass words and the feeling of his tongue as it flattened out and dragged a line from her clenching hole to her throbbing clit. The muscle circled her clit a few times causing her hips to jerk as she chased her impending orgasm, before trailing back down and darting in and out of her greedy hole.

Following a few deep strokes, he pulled his tongue out to lick up the wetness that had built up while he'd been occupied with her hole.

With a few harsh stripes, he lapped at her folds which elicited some stilted breaths and breathy moans from her parted lips, before returning to her sensitive clit, licking and sucking.

As she pushed her soaking pussy down, Y/N started pulling at her own nipples, squeezing her heavy tits, making her drip more into Daryl's eager mouth.

Her hips began moving quicker as the sensations in her stomach tightened, before loosening once again as he cruelly let go of her throbbing clit.

"Please, please, please, Daryl", she whined, voice ragged with pleasure, "I'm close, I'm so close."

Deciding to stop halt in his teasing, Daryl slid his tongue back down before pushing it back into Y/N's soaking hole.

He quickly pierced the opening in swift strokes, before rubbing over and over the spongy part of her inner walls, causing a groan-like scream to erupt from deep within her, yet again muffled by her hand.

She clenched on his tongue as the knot in her stomach pulled tighter and tighter, her hips pushing down harder and harder on Daryl's mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, going to cum", she breathed out, trying not to let out the scream she so desperately felt.

Upon hearing this admission, Daryl drew his tongue back up to her clit before sucking it into his mouth as hard as he possibly could, causing Y/N to slap her hand over her lips in order to quiet the wanton moan she let out as her orgasm crashed into her, the knot unravelling in seconds.

His hands clamped down on her thighs as he licked up her orgasm, not letting her up until he had his fill. Her legs were shaking by time he was finished, breaths heavy.

Slowly, Y/N lifted herself off his face, moving backward until she collapsed on his chest, staring down at Daryl's smug face.

"What the fuck was that?"

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shagatron · 1 year

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Motorcycle Shane-anigans

Summary: Annoying Shane was your favourite thing to do, except this time he exacts his revenge....

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, public sex, degradation(?), caught in the act

The day Y/N met Shane Walsh was the day her life changed forever. Whether it changed for better or for worse was still to be determined.

She had been on her own for some time by then, her brother and her best friend having already succumbed to the virus. She had been doing well by herself, relying on the survival skills her late father had taught her and had no plans to ever ally with anyone, content to live out the rest of her days alone.

Originally from Alabama, Y/N had chosen to travel rather than stay in one place, her logic being that she would be less likely to run out of supplies. Eventually, she found herself in Altlanta, Georgia where she came across the ramshackle group of survivors she came to call her family.

Although she hadn't intended on staying long after they had deemed her a non-threat and welcomed her, she was eventually drawn in. Y/N hadn't realised just how much she had missed the warmth and love brought by good company.

Among the group, she had immediately bonded with Glenn and Lori, whereas she had some... issues with other certain people. Namely Shane Walsh. The man infuriated her to her core. The former deputy was a single-minded, fearless man, and although Y/N knew he had the groups best interests at heart, he had a funny fucking way of showing it.

Y/N herself was a headstrong individual and often found herself clashing with Shane and his controlling manner. She had previously been a surgical resident, over halfway in her journey in becoming a registered surgeon. Y/N had saved countless lives, run her own O. R and managed to maintain a relatively healthy work-life balance while doing so, and refused to be ordered around by some random deputy who believed he knew better than her.

The bastard knew what he was doing too. He purposely provoked Y/N, as if he enjoyed making her want to tear her hair out. However, she endured, finding creative ways to get back at him.

On this particular occasion, she had stolen Shane's distinctive knife and popped the tires on Daryl's motorcycle after the two men had had a rather explosive argument, effectively framing Shane.

The following day, after a vigorous fight with Daryl, Shane appeared in front of Y/N, with a dark purple eye, at around mid-day as she organised the small amount of medical equipment they had.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his beaten face, quickly regretting it as he grabbed her by the wrist and marched her to a secluded spot at the edge of the forest that surrounded them.

With camp in the near distance, the only other visible object was Daryl's motorcycle, parked beside a large oak tree. The direction Y/N was being dragged to.

"What the fuck Shane! I was busy, what the hell do you want?", she demanded, attempting to resist as he carried on.

"You think you can get away with this shit?", he questioned, gesturing vaguely to his bruised face. Y/N began to grow apprehensive as her anger began to wear off, hearing the pure rage in Shane's tone.

"What are you going to do? Huh?", she shot back, unthinking. "Gonna hit me back?"

He froze and Y/N suddenly began to regret every word she had ever uttered. He turned around and his glare was icy. He had let go of her wrist by now and was slowly advancing toward her, intruding in her space until they were chest to chest.

"What the hell are you doi-", Y/N was cut off by Shane, capturing her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. Their teeth clashed as they fought for dominance, neither conceding to the to the other.

Jesus Christ, she thought, he kisses like he fights. Holding nothing back. With the harsh swipes of his tongue Y/N felt her underwear begin to dampen, this was the most action she had gotten in over a year. All thoughts of pushing him away, swearing him off, screaming at him, faded as the kiss grew more and more passionate.

The kiss broke off and they stood staring silently at each other, their breathless pants echoing throughout the empty space. With a frustrated groan, Y/N dove back into another kiss, this one somehow becoming more vigorous than before.

"Oh, I fuckin' hate you", she breathed out, as Shane moved his mouth down to her neck, eliciting a surprised chuckle from the man. Her words quickly escalated into breathy moans as sucked on her most sensitive spot just below her ear, while grasping at her tits, twisting her sensitive nipples through her thin shirt. She would bet that there was a wet spot forming on her underwear by now, as she grinded against his solid thigh, the denim rubbing at her throbbing clit.

As he moved down her body, he tore each item of clothing off of her like it was on fire, grabbing at every inch of exposed skin he could find, while she struggled to get his shirt off. Finally, tearing the shirt off Y/N raked her nails down his back, relishing in the pained groans Shane let out in response.

Y/N nearly screamed in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as Shane exacted his revenge, beginning to suck and bite at her hardened nipples, causing shocks to travel down her body, directly to her pulsating clit.

Y/N had failed to notice that while they were locked together, they had managed to stagger back and she now found herself pressed tightly against Daryl's motorcycle as Shane pulled her jeans down, her underwear with it. She jumped as she suddenly felt his thick fingers explore her soaking pussy, collecting some of her wetness before driving into her greedy opening.

The stretch of his large digits was excruciating but so, so fucking good, as they started to scissor in and out of her. Y/N bit into Shane's shoulder, trying to silence her desperate screams as he nailed her g-spot over and over again. Tears started to run down her face as the pure pleasure overwhelmed her.

As she reached out to free his straining dick, wishing to reciprocate the pleasure she was experiencing, Shane's fingers pulled out of her, slapping her hands away and she felt as if the world had turned underneath her feet when she was roughly swivelled around, her stomach now resting, on the seat of the motorcycle. Shane's still clothed cock pressed into her bare ass. Y/N's face warmed as she listened to the slurping sounds of Shane licking his fingers that had previously been inside of her, while his remaining hand pressed her firmly into the seat.

"Fucking delicous. ", he stated. Y/N's blush reached her chest and ears by now as both embarrassment and some sick sort of pride shot through her.

"Christ, Shane", her moans were almost gutteral by now as she became increasingly desperate to feel his fat cock deep inside her.

"How'd you like me now, Y/N?", he questioned, grinding into her.

Y/N could only moan in response, practically dripping by this point. Goddammit, she despised this man. But she was beyond caring about that, only thinking about satiating the need he had sparked in her. For God's sake she was so wet, it had started leaking down her thighs.

Suddenly, he pulled away from her, ready to protest, she attempted to turn around but was halted by Shane forcing her legs to widen further and pressing his now bare cock between them, her juices dropping down onto his dick.

She felt him grab his length. Finally, she thought. Y/N let out a high-pitched yelp as his fat cock-head slapped her clit a few times.

"Get on with it, you fuckin' dick", she groaned, tired of his teasing, longing for something more.

This elicited another enraging chuckle from him.

"Is this what you wanted, darlin'?"

She hardly even registered his words when he positioned himself right at her drenched opening and oh. The only thought capable of running through Y/Ns mind in this crucial, world-bending moment was 'oh'. The feel of Shane's thick length as it split her open was bordering on painful and yet with the pain came indescribable pleasure. She swore she could feel him all the way in her stomach, she was so full. His calloused palms gripped her tits tightly, as he slowly but surely thrusted into her soaking core from behind, letting out barely audible groans of pleasure.

The thought of being bent over Daryl's motorcycle, ass out, as Shane fucked into her, on the edge of the green forest, where anyone back at camp could hear, was one that inspired intense anxiety and apprehension into Y/N, her worst nightmare. But the reality? Oh, the reality felt like the sweetest fucking dream.

"You like that? My cock pounding into your tight little cunt?" he panted out. She could feel herself flush, the heat reaching her ears. Shane's words sparked something deep inside her, making her grow wetter and wetter. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the desolate forest were the wet sounds of his hips slapping loudly against her ass and Y/N's desperate moans as her clit rubbed against the rough leather seat.

"Answer me.", his voice was rough as he took pleasure from her stilted gasps and pants.

"Yes, yes, I like it." Y/N stammered out, overwhelmed by the sensations. "I fucking like it."

His hands began pressing at the bulge in her stomach, feeling his dick fucking into her over and over again. Y/N didn't know if it felt so good because she hadn't gotten any in a while or if the bastard was just this damn good.

Shane chuckled, his voice gruff, amused by her enthusiasm. He rutted harder against her, reaching deeper and deeper inside, hitting her just right.

"Oh fucking, god!", a throaty scream erupted from deep within her.

"Nope, just me darlin'", Y/N didn't know how it was possible to loathe someone so deeply as they provided you with such indescribable pleasure.

Her soaking cunt began to clench on his cock, urging it deeper and deeper within her as the pleasure built up, the combined sensations of the aged leather scraping against her throbbing clit, Shane's rough hands rubbing into her hypersensitive nipples and his gigantic dick pounding into her g-spot, driving Y/N closer and closer to orgasm.

"Jesus, how tight are you? It's like a god damn vice grip", his deep voice was strained as he increased the speed of his powerful thrusts. He too, coming close to his release.

Y/N, swore she could hear a commotion, somewhere in the back of her mind, but was so clouded with pleasure she let the distant thought fly away.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Huh?", he questioned her, pushing so deep, Y/N thought he had breached her cervix.

"Yes, fuck, yes.", she felt as if the response burst from her, as they both reached their climax.

Shane finally released her tits, choosing to grip on to her hips, bracing himself as he fucked into her, hitting her g-spot over and over again, leaving her tits to violently sway back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm so close, Shane.", Y/N was almost begging at this point, right on the edge she only needed a tiny bit more before she would be flying.

Shane reached one hand down to her pussy, quickly finding her clit and rubbing at a furoius pace.

The air was filled with their combined moans and grunts and the squelching of Y/Ns gushing core. Everything, every minute sensation was coming together.

Yes, yes, yes.

A scream exploded from her chest, a groan from Shane matching her as they arrived together.

"Oh, shi-"

"Y/N, where are you! We need y-", Glenn stopped short at the opening of the spot they were in, jaw hanging open as he stared at the sight that greeted him.

Y/N and Shane mid-orgasm could only stare back at the man in horror. Coming to their senses, the two swiftly parted, sharing an embarrassed glance as they rushed to reclothe themselves.

It seems Glenn was frozen as he stayed unmoving as they dressed, his expression becoming increasingly pained as he saw Y/N cover her tits with her torn and tattered shirt.

Y/N was shocked to see him there at all, for the obvious reason and because he was supposed to be on a supply run in the city with some of the others. Something must have gone wrong. Why else would they be back this early?

Shane seemed to reach a similar conclusion as they shared a concerned glance before realising the situation they were in.

Once they were clothed (mostly), Glenn appeared to come back to himself.

"There's a new-comer, we found in the city. Dude's a sheriff or something, saved my ass from a hoarde of walkers but he's pretty banged up. We need you to look at him Y/N", Glenn rushed out, looking like he'd rather be anywhere other than there.

"Just let me get a shirt and I'll be right on it.", Oh god, she could never look her friend in the eye again.

"Here just take mine. Go.", Shane intercepted, throwing her his shirt, he had soundlessly removed.

There was a silence as she shrugged it on.

"... Thanks. ", it quickly became awkward, as Y/N let out a small smile and rushed off back to camp, leaving Glenn and Shane staring at one another.

Shane levelled Glenn with a harsh look.

"You never speak of this. To anyone. If I hear you've even uttered a single word, I'll have your fuckin' head. Alright?"

Glenn's head nearly flew off his shoulders as he readily agreed.

"Okay then.", They strode off, on the short walk back to camp. Shane started interrogating Glenn, on the recent trip. "Tell me about this guy you picked up."

"Oh, it's insane. Guy woke up in an abandoned hospital, fresh out of a coma, to this shit. He's looking for his wife and kid."

Shane froze. It couldn't be. Wasn't possible.

"What's the guy's name?", Shane's breath began to tremble.

"Rick Grimes, he said. Why?", realising he had stopped, Glenn turned around, finding Shane looking vaguely ill.

"Shit."

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