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in-act-ive · 10 months

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The Walking Dead x GN/NB!over stimulated!Reader

This is a two parter! As of right now the second one isn't out!

Request : nope

Type : headcanon

A / N : My tip is always headphones!! I also only did the characters im comfortable with writing about as of right now! If you need more tips always feel free to ask <33

Carl Grimes

He gets it

He also picks up on it really fast

If you're acting at all off he'll come up behind you and cover your ears to block out some of the noise

He likes it when you put your hands over his

If you look like your about to cry he'll take you away from the chaos and get you some place thats calm and you don't need to stress out anymore

He's probably picked up anything he thinks you can mess with while being over stimmed

One of those is definitely a stuffed animal

Carl definitely has had made excuses that embarrass himself just to help you get away

Rick Grimes

He has experience with it due to his son

He's horrible at picking up on it though

Most of the time you have to go up to him and tell him you're over stimulated by everything going on and he'll try his best to help you

Most of the time he'll send you off with Carol or Tara cause he wants to help but he's busy

When you have to be some place with him he has something in his pockets for you to mess with to distract yourself

Rick just tries to make sure you know he does care

When he does have the time he'll take you somewhere you can rest and will stay with you

Unless he gets pulled to work again

He wants to prioritize you, really

He's just a busy man

Daryl Dixon

He does not what he's doing

He just tries to ask you what you need

He picks up on it almost immediately

9 times out of 10 he goes and asks Carol or Rick what he should be doing

He probably just sends you to someone who knows what their doing unlike himself who is an idiot

He has a list of everything you've said / he's been told that helps

He keeps it on him at all times

He's pretty good about disappearing without anyone noticing so if he knows you need to be away from all the chaos he'll take you there

He won't exactly sit with you, he'll pace around instead

Like, he wants to be there for you, yes, and... He's not good with showing that

Abraham Ford

He knows exactly what he's doing

He's probably sat you down to ask what he can do to help you because he really does want to help

He makes sure to have something in his pockets to give to you to fiddle with when you need a distraction

Big hands = covering your ears

He'll run the back of his hand along yours to let him know he knows and is trying to figure out what you need

He picks up on it a bit slower than most but he does

Sometimes he needs Glenn or Tara to point it out to him so he knows for sure

He will get you away without saying a word to anyone else

If anyone asks he'll say " None of your damn business " and walk off with you

If you start crying he'll cup your face in his hands and whipe your tears away with his thumbs

Glenn Rhee

He's got this

He doesn't

He's trying though!

He picks up on it quickly though and lets anyone who he knows cat help you know

Abraham is his first option every time

He's probably the one to drag you away from a crowd and get you some place thats less stimulating then RUN for Abraham

He does want to help but he really doesn't know how

He's usually your second to last option so most of the time when you get to him you're already crying

He's good at comforting crying people

He'll get you some place safe and kiss your knuckles and use his sleeve to whipe yout tears

He's a sweetheart

He doesn't really understand whats going on but he wants to help none the less

He's probably asked you what happens and how you feel so he can imagine what you'd need

Shane Walsh

Bold of you to assume this man knows jack shit

In all fairness he knows some from dealing with Carl for most of the boys life

He's been nominated most likely to send you to anyone but himself

When he does have to help he kinda pats your back and tries to dig through his pockets to find something for you to fiddle with

He kinda seems irritated with you when you bother him about it

Eye rolls every time

He'll cover your ears if you ask nicely

On rare occasions he'll take you somewhere less stimulating

He'll leave you there

Aside from being rude 24/7 he will try and help if he has to

He just doesn't like being helpful

Negan

This man is so helpful

You still don't know why he's like that

Most of the time he picks up on it instantly and will try and help you best he can

He'll sit down with you in front of him facing him and he'll cover your hears, running this thumbs against anywhere they can reach

He likes it when you distract himself by playing with his hair

If you're lucky and you two are close enough he'll pull you into his lap

He'll get everyone to shut up and leave so you can be in a less stimulating environment

He's found and stolen a bunch of things you can mess with when you need too

He always focuses on your breathing, making sure its stable, always

He may act like an ass but he tries to tone it down

He knows how to help and will help anyway you want / need it

Gabriel Stokes

He knows the basic amount of things

Probably asked Rick for help on what to do lets be honest

He didn't want to ask you directly to seem inconsiderate

He tries to avoid you to not make it all worse

It makes it worse

Someone had to tell him that avoiding you made you feel horrible and he felt bad

The amount of times he apologized was exhausting for you

Hr tries to help out a lot better now even if he has no clue really what he's doing

He'll give you something to fiddle with and help you take deep breaths before running to find someone who knows how to help you better

He has stated he wants to help but doesn't know how to nor does he want to be the main person you rely on

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

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nonesenseushi · 9 months

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My first time posting. I wrote a thing and got told to share it.

The Walking Dead x Male Mute!Reader HC’s

Daryl probably didn’t trust or like you right off the bat:

• He didn’t like how quiet you were, like deadass you never made a sound, even while walking

• Doesn’t realize your mute at first and figured you just thought you were too good to talk to anyone

• Probably has beef with you because you use a bow and arrow

• He soon comes to respect you when you prove your willingness to help protect the group

• Even more so when he realizes you don’t talk because you just 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵

Rick probably trusts you right away, although he isn’t much of a fan of how you just kinda do your own thing:

• He likes that you’ll usually do what he asks(orders) - little does he know that what he tells you to do, you were already planning on doing it

• Because of your quietness, you can easily get in and out of places without being noticed - be that by walkers or people - and he 100% uses that to the group’s advantage

• Rick doesn’t like that you disappear from the group at times, even when your hunkered down somewhere; the prison for example, you’d sometimes just vanish and no one could find you

• When you come back though you usually have stuff that the group needs or wants, so they can’t be too mad

Glenn is pretty neutral towards you at first, although you somehow become pretty good friends:

• He was really unnerved from you at first, with how quiet you were and the hard RBF you got

• Because you both were quiet and quick, you often got sent on runs together and he 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 it

• Glenn realized you weren’t so bad when you made a joke one time on a run;

You both were in some sort of hardware store gathering supplies when Glenn bent down to grab something. A fart noised sounded in the store and with how quiet it was, Glenn heard it loud and clear.

He stood up and looked at you in embarrassment, truly believing that sound had come from him, only to stop when he saw the grin on your face and the playful glint in your eye. You repeated the noise, blowing a raspberry at him before your shoulders shook in silent laughter.

• After that you both became good friends

• He also realized that you weren’t some hardass that was constantly judging people

• Although he’s definitely caught you staring at the others when they did something questionable, definitely judging them.

• Glenn always found those moments funny, seeing the look of confusion or disbelief on your face

Carl likes you, he thinks your really cool:

• He thinks it’s really cool how you use a bow and arrow (something Daryl is totally not a little jealous of)

• Would beg you to teach him how to use it

• You would, only to grin and silently laugh when he somehow smacks himself in the face with the bow string

• You of course would apologize for laughing and properly teach him how to use it, although he can’t for the life of him draw it back at first

• Carl also thinks it’s really cool how quiet you are as he gets older

• Young Carl was definitely afraid to approach you because of your RBF

• As he gets older though he admires your stealth and will even ask how to be stealthier like you

Other characters:

Merle:

• Merle was convinced that you were lying about being mute

• He probably followed you one day while you went for a hunt or something to confront you

• You beat his ass six ways till Sunday

• He didn’t pester you after that, although Daryl tried to kick your ass for beating up his brother

Maggie:

• She probably thought you were kinda weird at first

• But she was also really curious about you

• Her and Glenn both went to you about the other, Glenn to be an absolute simp, and Maggie to see if Glenn was truly a good guy

Shane:

• Bro hated you from the start

• Because of how quiet you are, he felt like he was always being watched (he was)

• You always had this blank stare when you looked at him, it made him feel like you knew all his secrets (you did)

• You knew about him sleeping with Lori, at first you didn’t care for it but then Rick showed up and turned out to be her husband

• Shane was only a little thankful that you were mute so you couldn’t tell everyone what you knew

• He still knew that you could destroy him through, so he was very careful

• You only tortured him psychologically a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦

• Especially after Otis died

• You had gone with them on the run and had supposedly gotten separated from them when the walkers showed up

• Shane knew better by that point though

• You seemed to know everything

Hershel:

• Just like the rest of the group, he didn’t want you on his farm

• He seemed to like you the most though because you didn’t carry a gun - at all - and you weren’t aggressive like Daryl

• It helped that you put your bow and arrows down whenever he asked for no weapons

• Overall you were just respectful towards the man and he appreciated it

#the walking dead x male reader #mute reader #rick grimes #daryl dixon #twd headcanons #headcanon #male reader #glenn rhee #carl grimes #x male reader #twd x male reader #maggie greene #shane walsh #merle dixon #hershel greene

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redcoralpot · 1 year

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Acula! - Daryl Dixon x M! Reader

Word count: 4.6K

Status: Request

I gave up near the end lol 😵‍💫 As always, English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes <33

Your pen softly glided over the paper on your desk, complimenting the constant tics of a clock. The house was peaceful and undisturbed.

However, something seemed to put you on edge. It was just a feeling, everything was painstakingly ordinary. Nothing lately stood out to you; nothing served as the inspiration you craved so desperately. Groaning, you put your pen aside. The paper in front of you held no leads or meaning. Mindless scribbles, for lack of better words.

Idly, your mind wandered to Otis. The man had yet to return from his hunting trip, which was unusual. That had to be the most interesting thing to happen since the outbreak and must be why you were feeling so irritable. Nonetheless, you were sure the man was completely fine.

The pit in your stomach didn’t agree. In fact, it only got larger as the faint sound of shouting caught your attention. Crumpling the paper, you practically tripped over yourself sprinting outside.

The very first thing that caught your eye was the color red. A lot of it. Soaking the stranger’s shirt, soaking the child in the stranger’s arms, and dripping onto the dirt under their feet. The shouting melted into patchy warbling and you could barely feel it when a body roughly pushed itself past you to take a firm hold on the child.

That body was none other than Hershel’s, and just as quickly, the world sped up again. You followed the stranger and your panicking family back inside, instinctively following every order your father barked out. Rushing to get water from the farm well, you almost missed Otis stumbling his way into the house.

Back and forth, back and forth until you could see the sun starting to set. Your muscles ache and your ears ring as you finally allow yourself to sit down. It wasn’t over yet.

“You shot him?”

“I was trackin’ a deer and the bullet went straight through it! I hadn’t even seen the boy until he was on the floor!” Otis exclaimed defensively.

The room exploded into hushed chatter and your temples throbbed in response. The original two men that had carried the injured child to the farm property were supposedly part of a bigger group and Maggie had been sent to retrieve one of them. From what you could see now, she had brought back the mother of the kid.

Said mother took a threatening step towards Otis, “You’re an idiot—!”

Hershel stepped in between them, promptly breaking up the scrabble, giving a stern glance. Instead of staying inside the crowded room any longer, you decided to step out to make your way back to your room. The commotion was quickly making you feel trapped and unable to breathe. Here, you could still hear the louder comments, just muffled. You couldn’t help anyone while this anxious, even though you wanted to.

When morning comes, you’ll surely give Otis a good talk with Hershel.

Silently, you massaged your palms. You could still feel the imprint of the bucket handle on one. That is when you were hit with what you were doing. What did you mean, not being able to help right now? You could help just fine!

Marching outside with your bucket in hand, you were fueled by confidence. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement in the distance, probably some birds. You were going to bring back plenty of water for the new patients.

You knew that there was more to the strangers’ group and wondered when they would arrive. If at all, but you knew Maggie had alerted them. Why would they abandon their teammates with total strangers? Would they be aggressive?

Finding comfort in the distracting sting of your raw hands, you headed back once again with another bucket of water. The farm’s blue car was gone and you were met only with solemn faces.

“What’d I miss?” You pant, placing the bucket by the shaking father’s feet.

Hershel made a slight gesture towards the small body on the bed, “We lack the needed medical supplies for the surgery this young boy needs.”

You could hear Patricia let out a sob in the hallway.

“Otis and Mr. Walsh bravely volunteered to retrieve them,” He continued, “at the high school.”

Your eyes flicked back to the shaking father, “Huh, when’ll they be back?”

“Hopefully in the next two hours, we can’t afford to wait any longer than that.”

“Will the kid be okay if you don’t get the supplies and still go through with the surgery?”

The looming silence was an answer enough. Otis and the other man had yet to return and the pit in your stomach had yet to leave. The boy on the bed was ghostly pale; you could see the sheen of sweat coating his skin from where you crouched. The scent of sorrow clung thickly to everyone in the room and you wondered if it would ever leave. All anyone here could do was wait.

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The ticking of the clock became absolutely unbearable. Otis and Mr. Walsh had yet to return, and you knew time was running faster than them.

The father of the child, who’s name you learned was Rick, could barely stand. That certainly didn’t deter him from trying to follow the volunteers to the highschool multiple times. Hershel and the man’s wife, Lori, had to remind him several times that he just gave up dangerous levels of blood and that he would faint before he could even get out the door.

You could understand his desperation. The boy’s face was somehow even paler than before and you could tell that if the volunteers didn’t turn up soon, he would slip away. You half-expected to see the grim reaper tonight.

Just as you were about to give up hope, you picked up the faint sound of an engine. Everyone was on their feet in an instant, scrambling to see the volunteers. Only the man you assumed was Mr. Walsh stepped out of the car.

Hershel gave him a concerned look, “Where’s Otis?”

Mr. Walsh hesitated, looking a little sick, “Otis didn’t make it.”

Even with only a few seconds of silence, you could feel the sorrowful energy deepen tremendously.

“Should we tell Patricia?” you mumbled.

“Not yet,” Hershel grunted, “we need everyone on-hand for the surgery. It can wait.”

Mr. Walsh nodded hurriedly, pushing past everyone else. The rest followed, running about in preparation. You massaged your hands and headed out with your bucket.

That way, you couldn’t hear the screams coming from that poor child. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Regardless of your efforts, the surgery went on for what felt like hours. The child lost even more blood, but in the end it was successful. You were glad, however your heart proved heavy when you heard Patricia’s shaking sobs in another room.

You felt horribly guilty as you plopped down on your bed. Maybe if you had gone as well, Otis would still be alive. Glancing at the long forgotten paper, you couldn’t help but think about the new bald spot on Mr. Walsh’s hair.

You got up early the next day and wandered into the kitchen. Today would be Otis’ funeral, you knew. He had died honorably, always a kind soul. The pit in your stomach deepened at the thought of it again. Something just didn’t feel right about it, but you had no reason to think so. It had to be your nerves from last night, right? Yeah.

Heavy footsteps approached, ones you certainly didn’t recognize. Your hand flew to the knife in your pocket and you turned your head towards the kitchen’s door. A tanned, large hand came first. A muscular arm came next, followed by a grouchy face.

For a few moments, neither of you moved. As you were studying him, he was studying you. The man was tall, taller than you, if only slightly. Stronger than you, maybe. You could see the exact moment when his eyes landed on where your hand was hovering and his jaw visibly clenched.

So, that moment passed, and you both blurted out, “Who the fuck are you?”

“I live here,” you hissed.

He scoffed, “Didn’t answer my question.”

You dropped your hand in favor of standing up, “Just a resident. Rick’s group, right?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I haven’t had a chance to meet most of you.”

Cracking your knuckles, you held your left hand out. The redneck stared at it blankly for a moment before his expression cleared. Roughly, he grabbed your hand and shook it. His skin was unsurprisingly tough and dry.

“The name’s Daryl,” he finally supplied.

You gave a firm nod, “I like that name.”

Both hands dropped and you shrugged, “Well, it was nice meeting you. My rest time’s up.”

You lightly kicked your chair back in position, sauntering out the second door. It was fair to say you left an impression, as you could feel a gaze burning the back of your neck.

You joined Maggie near the chicken coop and snatched a nearby basket. Hearing you come in, she turned towards you.

“‘Morning,” she murmured.

“G’morning,” you replied, “I met one of the newcomers.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Which one?”

“Tall, grouchy, and a redneck? Said his name was Daryl?”

“I think I saw him last night, he didn’t seem friendly.”

“Do you trust him?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

You bit your cheek, “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“You’ve only met him, right?” Maggie guessed.

You nodded. Maggie rubbed an egg with her thumb, a thoughtful expression on her face.

She finally released, “It’d help us all if everyone met officially before the funeral.”

“I suppose,” you shrugged.

You both stepped out of the coop with full baskets, making your way back into the house. Everyone was awake now, with the exception of Carl. Despite that, the farm was seized by silence. Daryl was sitting with others of his group, more notably Mr. Walsh.

However, there was something different about Mr. Walsh this morning. It was one of the first things you noticed walking in. All of his hair had been messily shaved off and the hairless style was made complete with a baseball cap. Strange, wasn’t it?

Maggie made a point to sit down in a chair and you decided to do the same. There were several new, grim faces in the room.

You decided to speak up first, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet all of you.”

The room was silent except for a few hums of agreement, and you cleared your throat, “I’ve heard a few things about you, all good.”

Mr. Walsh stood up first, reaching out a hand, “Shane Walsh.”

You stood up and shaked his hand with a tight smile. This man made your stomach flip with sick anxiety. The awkward introductions continued until no one was left unknown, and Hershel made a point to sweep into the room at that moment.

“Gather outside,” he gruffly ordered.

The world outside was a direct contrast to the mood of the people living in it. Sunlight filtered a cheery green through the leaves of a residing tree and the temperature was slowly rising. A cart full of stones was set down by a few of the other refugees.

Everyone gathered into a half circle, leaving Hershel to stand in front of them. Bible in hand, he cleared his throat.

“Blessed be God. A dear friend of ours has passed with honor and bravery. He was kind, loyal, and generous to the end. Otis sacrificed his life for a younger one; may he rest in God’s hands with great dignity. He died as he lived, in grace.

Shane, will you speak for Otis?”

The group all had placed a few stones on Otis’ gravesite. Everyone except for Shane.

“I’m not very good at these types of things,” he mentioned when Hershel approached him.

“You were with him in his final moments,” Patricia sobbed.

Shane sighed, seeing no way out of this. His eyes seemed panicked.

His voice was scratchy as he spoke, “We were about done, running out of ammo. I was limping, it was bad. It was a mighty sacrifice he made, and it wasn’t in vain.”

You could see Patricia’s bottom lip tremble from your spot beside Maggie, the lack of noise making the wound deeper. Softly glancing around, you could see a similar look of distant horror on the faces of everyone around you. Shane limped towards the makeshift grave, placing the final stone on top.

“He saved us both,” Shane finished.

Patricia nodded, her face red with held-in tears.

The farm’s residents were still in mourning, but you were rather curious about the newcomers. The day had swung in with boiling heat, and some of the new men were gathered around a map outside. Everyone else stayed inside. You joined their group, staring questionably at the piece of paper they were studying.

You frowned, “What’s this about?”

“Lil’ missing girl, Sophia,” one of them murmured.

Rick pointed to an area on the map, “She could’ve gone down here.”

“I’ll help search,” you added, “if you need me.”

You could feel eyes on you, but yours stayed locked on the map, “Are we going in pairs?”

“I’m sure Daryl wouldn’t mind you helping him, right?” Rick gave a stern look to the rugged man beside him.

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Daryl clicked his tongue, begrudgingly throwing out a rough, “Yeah, yeah.”

You grinned, “Great! Now, where were we?”

When everything was planned, you downed a glass of water and headed out with Daryl. The walk across the field was awkwardly silent, and neither of you seemed to trust the other. You didn’t know much of what to expect from him.

There was a shuffling noise as he hoisted his crossbow over his shoulder. The afternoon sun made you both glisten with sweat and you stole small glances at the other as you walked.

You had gotten so used to the silence that you practically jumped out of your skin when he suddenly said, “So, are ya just gonna keep starin’ at me or what?”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, “What of it? I haven’t seen a person like you in a while.”

“A person like me, huh?”

“A guy with your style, not since before the breakout.” You gestured towards him with your hands.

“Huh,” is all that Daryl offered in response.

While you didn’t discover anything related to the missing girl, you did find out more about the past strangers. You were still wary of them, as they were to you, but you could find yourself drawn to them more everyday. Carol was the mother of Sophia and she was getting more restless as time went on.

You could understand, as you were as well. You had never even met this girl, but you were sparing time every night to pray for her safe return. Carl, on the other hand, was up and running again. He was a curious little boy, very interested in the world around him.

When you and the other men were planning another search round, Carl had been listening intently. However, the boy was strictly prohibited from tagging along or using guns.

You got on one knee, facing him, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll bring your friend back safe and sound.”

Out of the corner of your eye, could you see Daryl nod and Shane scoff. Though, your reassurances seemed to convince Carl for the time being, and he ran off. You exhaled, standing up again.

“I’ll be taking a nap,” you stated.

With that, you started on your journey back to the house, rubbing your temples. The heat was not helping the cause. You collapsed on the bed, thinking about how much Shane annoyed you.

You tossed and turned, but to no avail. The weight of Sophia was heavy on your mind, preventing you from sleeping. You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d first laid down, but it was still light outside. You kicked off the covers and stretched, buttoning up your shirt and shoes. Making your way back outside, the previous group of men had dispersed. They were sprinkled around the property, from what you could tell. Only Daryl was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, Carol,” you called, jogging over to where she was sitting under a tree, “where’s Daryl?”

“Daryl? I saw him taking one of Hershel’s horses to start another search,” she said.

“Alone?”

“I didn’t see anyone else with him, no.”

“Shit,” you gasp.

“Did something happen?” Carol’s voice tipped up in concern.

“Nothing that I know of, but it’s fucking dangerous for him to do that alone!”

Did he have a death wish? You knew he was reckless, but damn did it seem like it. Without giving Carol time to answer, you start sprinting towards the forest. It was where the group was planning to search earlier, you remember. Leaves and thin branches whipped your skin as you ran further inside.

You stopped abruptly. Flashes of white danced a few feet away, forming into a very panicked and very big horse. A panicked horse with an empty saddle. The saddle had embroidery on it, specifically the type you recognized to be on all of the farm’s saddles.

Slowly approaching it, you took a hold on its reins. You spent a few slow minutes attempting to calm it down, eventually succeeding in what felt like forever. Taking out a rope, you tied the horse to a thick tree. You cracked your knuckles and stepped back. What did you see Daryl doing when you were running searches together?

That’s right! You squatted, reviewing your surroundings. The wildlife seemed to have been demolished by something, definitely not small. The trail leads to a steep slope downwards, a trail of equally squashed plants following it.

You huffed, grinning, “I’ve got you now, Daryl.”

Carefully, you slid down the hill, keeping your eyes on the trail. A creek was rapidly approaching, and you tumbled out onto the shore. To your surprise, Daryl was nowhere to be found. Instead, you found disturbed dirt, blood, and fallen zombies.

Where the zombies’ ears should be, ripped flesh and blood was smeared. They had suffered head injuries and showed no signs of getting up again. You glanced around, your hand instinctively gripping your knife.

“What the fuck?” you whispered.

Whoever had done this had struggled. The sand was thrashed around and the trail of smashed plants continued forwards. Carefully stepping around the zombies, you went on your way, faster. This seemed like Daryl’s doing, and even if it wasn’t, he could be in serious danger.

You yelled, “Daryl?”

You never expected a response and none ever came. Except you thought you heard a quiet groan. Stopping your rampage, you silenced your breathing and stood still. Could it be a zombie? Daryl? Daryl as a zombie?

Nothing attacked you, but you heard another groan, this time louder. You creeped forward, pushing past a bush. Bruised, dirty, and tanned skin came into view and you almost fainted in relief. The man was mumbling quiet nonsense; the only thing you could catch was a name. Merle.

Now that you had a better view of him, you could see that he was making a struggling attempt to climb up the hill. He had only made it halfway up by the time you found him, it seems. Sighing, you put a firm foot down and started to climb after him. Since you weren’t in an injured daze, you caught up with him in a matter of minutes, putting a steadying hand on his shoulder.

Daryl flinched, his face whipping to look at you. Though, his eyes didn’t see you. They were distant and glazed over, surely a fever. You circled an arm around his waist, pulling him up with you as you climbed.

“Merle?” Daryl squinted at you.

Who was Merle? A friend? This person wasn’t in his group, you knew. Well, that was something to ponder over later. For now, Daryl needed you. The man was starting to struggle in your arms, albeit weakly. It was slowing you down.

“Let me go, I ain’t a sissy,” he spit, “I don’t need your help!”

That only made you grip him tighter. In one final push, you hoisted him over the edge and struggled onto it yourself. Holy shit, you’d be sore in the morning. Chest heaving, you peered over to Daryl. He was sluggishly trying to get up, and there were weird shapes on his usual necklace. Squinting, you could make out that they were ears.

So that’s where they went. Huh.

Reaching out, you tugged the necklace off and threw it in the woods for the wildlife to eat away. Next, you grabbed him and leaned most of his body weight on you. Now, you are ready to resume the mission. Dragging him up, you walked one step at a time. One arm of his was thrown over your shoulder, and the other was grasping his side. To no avail, however, you could see crimson blood dripping from in between his fingers. The smell was even stronger.

“Stop fucking yourself over, Dixon,” you gasp.

With sticks cracking under your feet, the two of you manage to stumble out of the forest and into the clearing. Without the trees blocking it, the fresh wind blew in your face and the smell of sweat almost went away with it. Almost.

The sun beat down on your figures and that made those desert scenes in movies seem like child’s play. It was bright, blinding you to the point that you could only see the silhouette of the house. So much so that you couldn’t see the gun pointed at you from across the field.

You could make out shouting and a small group running towards you. To help, you hoped. You could only carry the other for so long. They got closer and you recognized the three men. They were all part of Daryl’s group; Rick, T-Dog, and Shane. All wore worried expressions and reached out to lend a hand.

That is, before a loud shot was the only warning you got before a weight was pulling you backwards and onto the hard ground. You could hear a shout of pain escape the man you were still holding onto.

“What the fuck,” someone hissed, and your world collapsed into chaos again.

Rough hands pulled you up, “Get up, man!”

The same hands, belonging to T-Dog, supported you. Quickly getting your bearings, you whipped around to check on Daryl. Rick and Shane were dragging him ahead of you, yelling for the shooter to stand down. That there were no walkers around, as they liked to call them. T-Dog dropped his hands and ran off after them, leaving you to stumble behind.

Your foot tapped angrily on the floor, “What do you mean, she thought we were one of those things?”

“I know, but she was on orders not to shoot. We have absolutely no intentions to harm you, you have my word,” Rick sighed.

“So she almost killed not only Daryl, but me, ‘cause she wanted to make a point?”

The leader’s face turned grim and you rubbed your temples. Standing up, you sulked towards the tent where Daryl was staying while he healed. He deserved an apology from you. You tapped the flap over the entrance lightly to let him know you were coming in. Sliding your body in, you were met with an unimpressed expression.

“Hey,” you murmured, “how’s it going?”

He grunted, “What d’ya think?”

“Yeah, I get it. Look, I’m sorry for what happened.”

“It ain’t your fault I got shot.”

“I didn’t go with you.”

“And I didn’t wait for you, so it ain’t your fault.”

You huffed, you weren’t there to argue, “Alright, you win. Are you feeling any better, at least?”

“A bit.”

“I’m glad.”

He didn’t respond and an awkward silence ensued. Finally, to cut that in half, you asked about something that has been stuck in your mind ever since you found him.

“You know, you were hallucinating badly when I found you.”

“Yeah? What ‘bout it?”

“You mentioned someone named Merle. Who’s that?”

“Just someone. Not important.”

Seeing his unwillingness, you decided it wasn’t good to push, “Alright.”

Carefully, you took the gift you brought for him out of your pocket. Nothing fancy, just a simple compass. You set it down near where his hands rested, letting a small smile take over your face.

“I hope you feel better soon.”

With that, you left, before Daryl could say anything in response. You knew he was a tracker, therefore the gift was practically useless, but gifts can be more than usefulness. Spending time in his company made your mood instantly brighten despite the other’s closed-off attitude. Even Maggie stopped what she was doing to ask what made you so cheery right after almost getting shot in the head.

You shrugged and continued on your way.

Sophia was dead. Well, it’s complicated. That little girl everyone had been searching for had been turned into one of those sick people. Or as the outsiders called them, walkers.

Your ears rang as you took in the scene before you. The bodies of the walkers were practically piled on top of one another, unmoving. The little girl had been the last to come out, stumbling with a nasty bite on the shoulder. Even from your spot, you could see Rick’s arms shake as he stared at the bloody body lying in front of him. The only thing you could hear were soft pants and weeping.

You sprinted over to Carol, one of the perpetrators, kneeling beside her. You didn’t need to see the face that matched the arms holding her, you just wanted to focus on her. After all, Sophia’s death had to be the hardest on her. The woman was struggling to breathe through her sobs.

“Carol, you need to breathe,” you comment.

She responded, but only God could make out what she said. You took her hand, feeling the body above both of you start to crouch down. Glancing up, you could see that the eyes of the man were cloudy and distant. Such a look that you’ve never witnessed before on Daryl; it made you want to hold his hand too. You would need to check on him soon.

You gently rubbed Carol’s knuckles as she shook her head, “I understand, but it’s important to breathe.

Do it with me— inhale, 1, 2, 3, exhale, 1, 2, 3!”

As you hoped, Carol followed. When the occasional sob broke the pattern, you would pause to offer reassuring touches on her hand before continuing. She was doing well and you couldn’t be prouder.

Everyone else in the area blurred away; they weren’t important. Your heart was tight as you still knelt in the dirt, it was simply the three of you. The chest beside you was following just as much as the other, and the sound of breathing slowed time. It pitied the group.

Eventually, Carol calmed down enough to talk. You and Daryl watched reluctantly as Lori led her back to the house. After the two became but a speck, you turned to study the other man. His rigid figure mimicked you, still distant. Almost as if testing new waters, you reached out your own to grab his hand, finding the need to comfort him.

All at once, it seemed like his whole character was zapped into his existence. His eyes snapped into a wild light and he froze for a few little seconds. As soon as that passed, he hurriedly shook off your hand and stalked away, huffing. You chose to believe he could feel your eyes on his back.

“Hey, we need your help over here,” a voice called out.

Disturbing a strand of hair with a puff of air, you snapped your attention to the rest of the group. Daryl would have to wait. —

Pt 2 in the future??

#daryl dixon #male reader #the walking dead #twd #x male reader #transgender #gay #lgbtq #rick grimes #carl grimes #shane walsh #maggie greene #carol twd #daryl dixon x male reader #daryl dixon x reader #x reader #male y/n #x y/n

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theyanderespecialist · 10 months

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Rick Vs Shane 1 (Mini-Series) Yandere Shane X Male Lori Reader X Yandere Rick (The Walking Dead) (Shane is the only one in part 1)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is a long-awaited request from Archive of our own! I am making it into a mini-series of sorts. So please do enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: You take the place of Lori as a male and Shane and Rick are not yandere in canon. (Okay Shane might be but it is not confirmed) Regardless This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Shipping is fine too! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

[Anyways I hope that you enjoy this!]

(Shane) (First Kiss)

(Name's POV)

I am giving my son a haircut. I see Shane watching me as I do, it has been a month since the outbreak. I notice he keeps looking at me. At first, I thought that it was to make sure we stayed safe, but now I think it might be something more. I shake my head, no I cannot think that. I left my husband in the hospital. I am not going to be pegged by his best friend!

"There we go, sweetie," I tell him. "Now go play, make sure you stay in Dale's sight."

"Okay, Papa!" He says and runs off to play.

I smile at that and take a breath. Holding my husband's ring that is on a chain on my neck. I keep it close to my heart. As a reminder of how bad of a husband I was. If I could back and change everything I did. I will. I go for a walk. I feel like I am going to cru. I take a deep breath and hear someone behind me.

"Are you okay?" I hear Shane's voice.

Of course, he saw that I was not okay. How am I not surprised?

"No..." I say and turn to him. "I am not okay. It has been a month, my husband is dead, and hear I am. My son lost a father."

I suddenly start to cry and he takes me in his arms. Holding me close.

"Hey..." He says. "It is okay, you are okay."

I cling to him and cry. He pulls me from his chest. Stroking my cheek and wiping tears away. I look up at him and in the moment lean up and kiss him. I then realize what I have done and pull away from him.

"I-I am so sorry! I am sorry!" I say not knowing what else to say. I am a horrid man!

(Shane's POV)

I have never been kissed by a man, I have never been attracted to any man. Not until I met (Name), he is the only man I ever wanted. I did not know what to do when he kissed me. I know though that it felt wonderful. I am still holding his face as he apologizes. I hesitate a bit but kiss him again. He gasps into the kiss and I feel myself melt. I need him and I know that I will have him. I will be everything he needs. He will be mine.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!

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denim-devil · 1 year

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I HATE (with a burning passion) how small the Jon Bernthal x Male reader “community” Is…*cries

#male reader #x male reader #jon bernthal #the punisher #frank castle #julian kaye #american gigolo #fury 2014 #grady travis #ethan sawyer #those who wish me dead #smut #fluff #angst #shane walsh #the walking dead

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han1nn · 2 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋCharakters I write Fanfics about:

| But first I wanted to say, my request are always open. Don’t be shy and write anything that comes in your mind. I read everything and will answer if I can! 💌

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・.・

Marvel: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Bucky Barnes

Red Dead Redemption: Arthur Morgan, John Marston

The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh, Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon,

Mortal Kombat: Johnny Cage

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

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I will probably revise these list again! But y’all can send requests already! :)

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r0b1ns · 1 year

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Hey just wanted to update y'all, I'm working on a few fics, but also going to vacation so idk when I'll release them.

Also someone asked but I can't answer for some reason, I'm not writing for Loki/Shane Walsh, sorry!

#x male reader #x masc reader #male!reader #x gn reader #twd x male reader #twd #the walking dead #marvel #mcu #loki laufeyson #shane walsh

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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theyraylovehate · 2 years

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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minervadashwood · 11 months

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 20

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Summary: You meet Carl and Lori. This chapter contains: misgendering, some unresolved tension (sexual and otherwise), a six-year-old Carl Grimes, and some fluff if you squint. Word count: 3K Note: Lori is somewhat more severe here than in the series. I hope you don't mind.

You walked through a door at the ground level of a large large church, following behind Rick. He led you down a flight of stairs, following signs as he went. Though you weren’t in the sanctuary, the place was beautiful with bright lights overhead. The floor was carpeted and pristine, the walls decorated with both religious imagery and groups of people smiling and having fun.

It was nothing like what you had expected. When Rick used the word “shelter,” you conjured up images of a dank underground basement, or maybe even some mobile Red Cross station. Your nervousness gave way to a modicum of relief. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as scary down here in this beautiful place.

At the foot of the stairs was a large room. Around its walls were stacks and stacks of food, blankets, folded up cots, and other supplies. One table held rows of flashlights.

A few feet away was a minister sitting behind a small table. As you entered the room she stood up and smiled at you both.

“Welcome to First Methodist. I’m Reverend Johnson. Let’s get you folks set up.” She handed Rick a clipboard, and he had to set down both your bags to take it. Like Daryl, Rick wouldn’t let you carry anything.

He scribbled on the paper, which you could see was a long list of names, along with phone numbers and designations. He wrote his information down, then started penciling in your name. He paused.

He turned to you, leaning down close to your ear. “What’s your last name?” he whispered.

You whispered it back to him, and as he finished writing it down you looked around you to see that from this room a number of hallways branching off in different directions. They each had a laminated sign taped to the wall next to them. The signs read: Alpha (F)/Alpha (M), Omega (F)/Omega (M), Betas/Families, and Mates.

The presence of M and F on those signs did not bode well for you.

When Rick finished writing, he handed the clipboard back, and asked. “My pup should be here with his mom. Carl Grimes?”

She nodded and flipped through some of the pages on the clipboard. “Right here. Got him with a Lori Grimes and Shane Walsh. They’re in the family area.” The minister peered at him over the clipboard. “So you and his mother aren’t--”

“Divorced,” Rick supplied.

She nodded. “Once you two get settled in, you can visit them until dinner. After that everyone has to go to their assigned rooms. Speaking of which, will you be needing a couple’s room or will you each go to your own designated areas? You with the male alphas and her with the female omegas?”

Your stomach roiled and your chest tightened. This was a dread that had absolutely nothing to do with your designation and everything to do with who you were as a person. Just the thought of being sequestered because she assumed you were a woman had you equal parts raging and frightened.

Again, you held tight to Daryl’s jacket, which you hadn’t let go of since leaving home. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to answer.

However, Rick cleared his throat. “Y/N’s not a woman. Pronouns are they/them, and we’ll take one of the rooms.”

“But Rick--” you protested, although you were relieved by how he stood up for you.

He took you by the elbow and guided you away from the minister. “Tell me what ya wanna do, Bunny. You can go where they put you, but…”

You shook your head. “I…Rick that kind of thing is hard for me. It’s not about being an omega, but just having everyone assume I’m something I’m not--and when I get in there, all of the assumptions, the pretending. Just constantly bombarded with reminders that it isn’t me.” There was a name for what you were experiencing, social dysphoria, but you did not think Rick would understand if you tried to tell him.

He rubbed his thumb on your upper arm, where his hand still held you. “So you want to stay together? It’ll be a little room with one bed, but private.”

“One bed?”

“Just give me a pillow and a blanket, and I’ll be fine in the chair or the floor.”

“But wouldn’t you be more comfortable with the other alphas--”

“No,” he cut you off quickly. “I should stay with you. Daryl wouldn’t want you here all alone, would he?”

You almost wanted to retort that Daryl did leave you all alone, but you knew deep down he hadn’t known anything like this would happen.

“I guess not,” you replied.

“It’s settled then. We’ll take the room then go see Carl.”

He squeezed your arm before letting go and walking back to Reverend Johnson.

“We’ll take the private room,” you said quickly, beating Rick to it. You thought it might sound better coming from you; it was your decision after all.

She nodded and smiled at you with dark, gentle eyes. “I’m sorry about misgendering you. I just assumed.”

Her apology was welcome; you returned her smile. “It happens. But maybe you could include preferred pronouns on your sheet. For next time.”

“That’s a good idea. We’ll have to do that.”

She grinned at you, and then you sensed her alpha presence. Nothing overpowering, but layered with soft charisma that almost hypnotized you. It’d been a long time since you were in the presence of an alpha without being sexually attracted to them. But here with Reverend Johnson you found yourself gazing up at her in adoration.

Your inner omega was quite pleased, and you didn’t try to hide it. “It’s very nice here,” you told her. “It has a sense of peace and stillness.”

“Oh, thank you for saying so. You know, given my line of work, I should say that it’s God’s presence in His house of worship.”

“But?” you encouraged her.

“We do our best to make our church welcoming for everyone who enters, whether it’s times like these or for weekly services. Despite my absent-mindedness earlier, my flock actually does have quite a few LGBTQ members. Unfortunately we’re one of the few churches around here that accepts all of God’s children.”

You’d not ever been religious, but you knew a lot about its cultural significance, both in the United States and all around the world. Many religions, in fact, were the source of most of the earliest forms of writing, something you’d studied with a passion throughout your time in college.

You felt her gentle gaze on you, and you preened at the show of attention from the tall alpha. “You must be very important to the people here. To welcome them and keep them safe.”

She nodded, a twinkle in her eye. “All part of the job, Omega.”

Suddenly, Rick’s arm was around your waist, breaking the trance-like state you were in. He pulled you tightly against him.

“Oh!” you yelped, shocked by the contact.

“Let’s get going,” he told you, ushering you down the correct hallway, then letting you go so he could grab both your bags.

When he was next to you again, he warned, “Just because she’s a woman, doesn’t mean it’s safe for you to be around her.”

His voice was a barely disguised growl, sending shivers throughout your body. “It wasn’t--I just--she’s so nice.”

“Mmph,” he grunted, reminding you of Daryl and the way your mate would--with a single syllable--say, “I hear what you’re saying, but you’re still wrong.”

However, Rick didn’t leave it at that.

He said, “What if Daryl had heard her call you ‘Omega’ like that? He’d have you out of here in a flash and never let you out of his sight.”

“It wasn’t--”

Rick stopped and turned, cornering you against the nearest wall. “It was. And I’ll be damned if I let her near you again, Bunny. For Daryl’s sake if not your own.”

Rick’s breathing was labored as he looked down at you. Of course it was all for your sake, but he couldn’t outright admit that. He couldn’t tell you that the way Reverend Johnson looked at you made his blood boil.

He lied through his teeth. There was no malicious or sexual intent on the woman’s part, but Rick couldn’t stand the thought of anyone but him or Daryl looking at you for too long.

He didn’ know what it meant, or more accurately refused to acknowledge what it might mean.

That somehow, somewhere deep inside, he was thinking of you as his. You were Daryl’s too, no denying that, but in his friend’s absence Rick would fill the role that Daryl couldn’t. That meant protecting you from other alphas, making sure you were fed, and comforting you when you needed it. There was a clear line he wouldn't cross, of course. He’d never kiss you, not even on the cheek or hand. No more than necessary hugs or embraces. And that was that.

When this was all over, he wanted to be able to look Daryl in the eye, alpha to alpha, friend to friend.

As he watched you, you squirmed under his gaze, rubbing your denim-clad thighs together and emitting a delicious fragrance. He dropped the bags and tugged at the neck of your sweatshirt, shocked to see scent blockers already there.

Your hot breath arced across his face, and he took long, deep breaths, fistfuls of your sweatshirt still in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “For what?” he asked.

“You can still smell me, can’t you?”

He let go of you, nodding.

“Rick, you know what that means.”

He shook his head and grabbed the bags.

“Must be a batch of faulty scent blockers,” he said.

You and Rick found an empty room and he dropped your bags on the bed. It wasn’t even a full-size, just a double, with a couple of pillows, a few blankets, and no headboard. Rather…utilitarian.

Against one wall, only a couple feet away from the bed, was a worn loveseat. In an upper corner of the room, near the ceiling was a speaker. You assumed it was some sort of intercom system, like the ones they might use in schools or older hospitals.

There was a door leading to a small cramped bathroom. It had a toilet, a sink, and a tiny shower. Like the bedroom, it had no decoration or superfluous furniture.

You ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. Using the sink, you washed your face and neck, and replaced your scent blockers. Maybe they were faulty.

Back in the room, Rick ran his hand through his hair.

“I don’t want--” you said.

At the same time, Rick said “Will you come--”

You chuckled. “You first.”

“No, you go ahead,” he smiled.

“No, it’s alright. Really.”

“I was going to ask if you’d come with me. To see Carl.”

You sighed. “I was going to tell you I didn’t want to be alone.”

His eyes softened. “You still scared?”

“It’s not that…I just have trouble being alone sometimes.” You left out the fact you’d only had this struggle since finding your true mate.

He nodded. “I want you to meet Carl. And since you’re an omega you can help keep things calm when I see Lori.”

You cocked your head. “Huh?”

Rick gestured vaguely. “You know how it is, you got those calming pheromones because you’re an omega.”

“I do?”

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Yeah, Bunny, didn’t you know that?”

“No, I just…” Was that true? You’d no idea you were capable of something like that.

“You really should have had a pack long before now,” Rick grumbled. “It’s not right you’ve been alone all these years.”

“I’m not alone now.”

He clenched his fists and stared down at you, his eyes locked with yours. “No, you’re not.”

Following Rick, you entered a large room. Cots were lined up in neat rows, and the drone of fifty odd people chatting all at once. The place was littered with cots collected in little groups, separate families taking up each space. There were kids engrossed in coloring or playing. Others sulked and whined. There were couples without families, too, betas, you assumed. Thunder still rumbled outside, but it was muted, faint, almost lost in the din of this gathering of people.

Then, you noticed a small child running in your direction.

“DAD!” the dark-haired boy shouted.

“Carl,” Rick sighed, scooping the boy up in his arms. “You being good for your mom?”

Carl nodded fiddling with a stuffed T-rex in his hands as Rick held him. “Shane, too!”

“Rick?” You turned your attention away from Rick and Carl to see a remarkably slender woman with large eyes headed your way.

“Lori,” Rick gave her a nod.

Carl squirmed in Rick’s arms and demanded to be let down. Rick complied, and Carl stood between his parents twisting the T-rex’s body in his hands.

“She with you?” Lori said, not even looking your way.

“They’re with me, yes. My friend, Y/N.”

“Friend?” Lori scoffed.

You narrowed your eyes. What was this woman’s damn problem? He was her ex husband, not some man she could talk down to.

“I have friends, Lori.” “I’ve never seen this person before in my life.”

How dare she talk about you as if you weren’t here. Contrary to what Rick told you, calm was not in the cards for you, not by a long shot.

Lori didn’t deserve an explanation, but you weren’t simply going to stand there while she belittled him.

“We’re neighbors. My car wouldn’t start, so Rick did me a favor by bringing me here.”

Lori put a hand on her hip. “Aren’t there a bunch of shelters closer to your place?” Again, she refused to look at you.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Carl had stopped playing with his toy and was now squatting on the floor, his head hanging low.

To hell with Lori and her temper tantrum. You squatted down beside Carl.

“What’s his name?” you asked.

“Ivan,” he said, holding up the animal for you to see. “Ivan the Terrible.”

You playfully narrowed your eyes. “What’s Ivan done that makes him so terrible?”

Rick and Lori continued to argue in harsh, hushed voices, but you ignored them.

“He’s only terrible to bad guys,” Carl explained. “Like my dad.”

You nodded. “You could call him Ivan the Brave.”

Carl rolled his eyes. “That’s his brother’s name.”

“His brother’s name is Ivan the Brave?”

Carl shook his head, giggling. “No, he’s David the Brave. You know, like David and Goliath?”

You played dumb. “Oh that’s the one where Goliath is this little boy and--”

Carl almost collapsed into giggles. “No Goliath is the giant, silly.”

The little boy’s smile pierced right through you. It was all you could do not to ruffle his hair or give him a hug.

Rick blocked out the sound of Lori’s voice, which wasn’t hard considering that she was full of venom not worth listening to.

He gazed down at you, seeing your smile grow wide as Carl laughed and shook his head. Something squeezed Rick’s chest painfully, and air escaped his lungs.

“Lori,” he said. “We don’t need to do this. I’m here to see that Carl’s safe, and that’s all. If you don’t want me here then--”

Carl stood up and tugged on Lori’s shirt. “Mom, can I eat dinner with Bunny?”

Lori clenched her jaw and glared at you. “Bunny?”

You got to your feet, your eyes flitting from Rick and back to Lori. He should really get you out of here.

“It’s a nickname,” you blurted. “You know, because I’m an omega.”

“Can I, Mom? Can I?” Carl insisted.

Lori looked at Rick, and he shrugged. “It’s your weekend.”

“Alright,” Lori sighed. “But now you get back to our stuff. When it’s time for dinner you can meet up with them again.”

You twisted your hands together, meeting Rick’s gaze. He gave you a lopsided smile. “Guess my kid likes you.”

Lori stared at you again. “Yes, he does. You not have any pups of your own?”

You shook your head. “I just found my mate a few months ago. We’re waiting. For now.”

Rick looked on as Lori relaxed her shoulders and untightened her jaw. Did she think you and him were together? Was that why she acted that way?

It wasn’t any of her damn business, but the thought that he could slightly inflict a fraction of the pain on her that she had on him…well a sick, twisted part of him relished the thought.

“So you are just friends?” Lori said.

You nodded. “Carl’s really cute, by the way.”

Rick watched his ex-wife’s entire expression soften.

“My pride and joy. He’s growing up too fast, though.”

“That’s for sure,” Rick interjected, causing Lori to look his way.

“You know, the other day he came home and told me he had a girlfriend.”

Rick beamed. “He’s too young for that.” Despite his words, he was a little proud.

“Her name’s Myra.”

“I’ll have to ask him about that over dinner.”

Lori nodded. “He’d like that.”

She left, leaving Rick alone with you in the big, bustling room.

“Guess you already got yourself a dinner date,” he said.

You chuckled. “Jealous?”

Rick pressed his lips between his teeth, a flutter in his belly taking flight. “No need to be jealous. I’m the one who’s sharing a room with you.”

“Yeah,” you said, your smile faltering, just slightly. You took your phone out. “I’m just going to text Daryl. Let him know what shelter we’re at. So that when the storm’s over, he’ll know where I am.”

Rick nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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"It's the end of the world why not have sex with two fine looking men" okay but I NEED Reader to use that logic 😂 "guys we could all die tomorrow so if I could get naked with you both before then and you guys are up for it, I'm game"

Rick and Shane are a little taken aback by the bluntness of the offer and don't really know what to make of it (Shane: "is it gay to have sex with another guy if your bro is also there?" Rick: "Shane, for fuck's sake--") before eventually agreeing the logic is pretty sound--

"Shane!"

Shane shrugged, "What?" his chest to your back, and his hand wanders back into your pants as the other holds your neck. "Is it gay to have sex with another guy if your bro's there?" He quips.

"For fuck's sake," Rick rolls his eyes, jaw clenching when you moan.

"Out little rendezvous' still standing, Rick," Shane murmurs, your back arches as he strokes your dick. His voice is low by your ear, and he keeps his gaze on Rick as he speaks to you, "I brought the lube too..." he tempts.

Rick huffs, "When don't you bring the lube?" He steps towards you, hand on your hip, "You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?" You nod as best as you can, and Rick laughs, "Shane can fuck you in the back on the way there; come on."

#shitedrabbles #rick grimes x male reader x shane walsh #the apocalypse is stressful shane and rick are stress toys. i apologize to anyone who actually reads my tags 💀#rick grimes x male reader #shane walsh x male reader

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Welcome To My Blog<3

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~About Me~

Heyyy<33 my name is Michele, I’m 27, and I’m from the U.S. I’m not that good at writing but it’s one of my favorite things to do!! I’m bi with a male lean, I use she/they pronouns! I really love music, my taste can range from phonk, electro pop, alt rock, hard rock, punk rock, metal, groove metal, nu metal, heavy metal, hardcore hip hop (or horrorcore), and so much more. But anyways other than all of this, let’s get into what I’ll write and what you can request!

~Fandoms~

(*The characters I specifically write under each fandom are just my go to characters when I write for any of these; ex: if you request headcanons for twd I’d write for each character listed below. So if you want anyone else, specify them in your request and I’ll write for them!!*)

The Walking Dead ;

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

Negan Smith

Daryl Dixon

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Soap

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(Metal band)

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Beavis

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What I will write ;

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• Smut

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mdemontespan1667 · 1 year

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DIRT ROAD HONEY

DARK SHANE WALSH X READER

DARK RICK GRIMES AND READER

SUMMARY: YOUR THANKSGIVING BREAK GETS INTERRUPTED

WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/SLAPPING/CHOKING/CHEATING(RICK)/RECKLESS USE OF A FIREARM/GIGANTIC ABUSE OF AUTHORITY/HANDCUFFS/PROFANITY/FORCED ORGASM/NON -CON

(I'VE HAD THIS HALF WRITTEN IN MY GOOGLE DOCS FOR ABOUT 2 MONTHS. IT VERY SIMILAR TO "THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES" BUT THIS FIC JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. SO, FOR BETTER OR WORSE, HERE IT IS. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. I WANTED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SO I COULD MOVE ON LOL.

“You need help with that Darlin? Hose looks a bit big for you.”

It never fucking failed.

Every time you filled up your bright, fiery orange ‘72 Chevelle some wannabe Alpha male had to make some sexist comment.

It wasn’t your fault the designers had put the damn fuel cap under the license plate.

And it certainly wasn’t your fault you had to bend over to keep the nozzle from falling out.

Nor was it in any way your fault that you occasionally might over exaggerate how far you had to bend over, especially like today, when you were wearing tight, frayed jeans and a wide neck off the shoulder teal sweatshirt.

“I’m fine.”

“Oh yeah,” he whistled, “You are most definitely fine.”

The pump kicked off.

You put the nozzle back, securing the gas cap before facing the latest offender.

He was tall, rough cut facial features with a mop of short, dark curls.

You made a show of pushing down your sunglasses as you blatantly checked out the rest.

Wide chest and muscle corded arms encased in a tight black t shirt.

Tan cuffed cargo pants sat high on his tapered waist.

Well.

Nothing wrong with that either.

You licked your lips, hand propped on your hip.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Your voice dripped, saccharine sweet.

“No, it ain’t like that.”

His knuckles brushed along your upper arm.

“You are hands down, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Snorting, you batted his hand away.

“Bullshit. That line might work on your little dirt road honey’s but..” You slid your oversized tortoise shell Ray-Ban’s back in place, “It’s not working on me.”

You pushed past him, strutting toward the tiny attached convenience store.

God, it was so easy winding men up.

Fun too.

They were so damn transparent.

And, despite how you’d coldly dismissed him, you knew, KNEW, he’d be jacking off later thinking about you.

Not because you were devastatingly beautiful or had a killer body.

In those categories you ranked a solid average.

What you did have was confidence with a capital fucking C.

Own every room you walked into, all eyes on you, smart as hell, know your worth, every woman wants to be you, every man wants to fuck you, (and woman, let’s not be coy here, you knew damn good and well your face would be buried between Ivy’s lush thighs at some point this weekend, you were all about equal opportunity), bone deep confidence.

It’s what had gotten you through Grad school and later your Doctorate in Mathematical Engineering.

The rusty bell above the worn metal screen door dinged, announcing your arrival.

You took your time perusing the limited snack aisle, selecting a bag of Funyuns and a fountain Pepsi, flicking the straw provocatively, making sure to flash a little cleavage at the old guy working the register.

Back at your car you checked your phone.

“No service. Fucking wonderful.”

When your best friend had proposed a quick getaway to celebrate your latest promotion you’d been expecting sun, sand and endless Mai Tai’s, not a rustic cabin on some forgotten lake in rural Georgia.

You waved your phone around trying to find a signal.

“Ain’t gonna work.”

Oh lord, not him again.

“Why not?” you huffed.

“We’re in the middle of a deadzone Darlin’.”

“Lovely.”

You took off your sunglasses, resisting the urge to throw them at the odious man.

“How the hell am I supposed to find that goddamn cabin without my phone?”

“What cabin are you looking for, girl?”

Your eyes narrowed at the nickname.

“Some stupid fucking cabin on some stupid fcuking lake off of some stupid fucking Bob’s road!”

The octaves rose with each word until you were practically yelling.

“Bob’s Road?”

Oh shit. Probably shouldn’t have shared that with the entire gas station.

“Uh, yeah.”

You pulled a piece of paper from your back pocket.

“732 Bob’s Road, Lake Horton.”

He chuckled.

“That’s Bob Schermer’s place. I can give you directions.”

The setting sun sketched him in shadows.

A kernel of unease settled in your gut.

Jesus, get a grip. This isn’t Deliverance.

“That, uh, that’d be great.”

He smiled, teeth showing.

It reminded you of a predator sizing up his next meal.

“So you’re gonna take a left outta here on’ta Highway 92. Just keep going North for about an hour and a half, maybe two. You’ll take a right at white mailbox. If you see the “Jesus Saves” sign you’ve gone too far. Go about three miles then turn left. Cabin will be on the left.”

“Two hours?”

You exhaled dramatically.

“Fucking great.”Dropping into the driver's seat you cranked the ignition, the Chevelle’s 454 V-8 rumbling to life.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Another unnerving smile.

The hair on your arms prickled.

“You be real careful on those back roads. It gets awful dark out here.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

With a curt nod, you revved the engine, throwing gravel in your wake.

They like to get you in a compromising position

Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face

Yeah, they think they’re so cute when they get you in that condition

But i think its a total disgrace

And I say

I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I’ve been doing it since I was a young kid

And I come out grinnin’

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

You cranked up the volume on your after-market stereo singing along to your Spotify road trip playlist.

Jesus fucking tits, the guy was right, it was dark.

Not like the dark you had grown up in.

A pale shimmer had blanketed San Diego from sundown to sunup.

The light from a full moon helped soften the inky landscape, a little.

God only knew what might be hiding out there, watching, just waiting for the perfect moment to…

FUCK!

You slammed on your brakes.

Was that a white mailbox?

Turning the volume down so you could see, you dropped the transmission in reverse, taillights casting an unsettling glow.

You sighed in relief at the sight of the pock marked mailbox.

Shifting to First, you swung off the HIghway to a narrow gravel road.

I swear to God, I’m never, ever letting Ivy pick a destination again. After this she’ll be lucky if I let her pick a restur….”

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

Red and blue flashing lights blazed in your rearview mirror.

What the fuck?

Where the hell did he come from?

You hadn’t seen another vehicle since you left town.

“License and Registration.”

You jumped, startled.

“License and Registration.”

“Yeah, Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

You reached across the seat digging the items from your bag.

“What am I….Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”

Leaning in your window, now attired in a shit brown Sheriffs uniform and matching baseball cap, was the man from the gas station.

“I’m gonna need you to exit the vehicle, ma’am.”

Something was off.

“Why? I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t speeding.”

“Please step out of the vehicle.”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Climbing out, you glared at him, arms crossed.

“Ma’am, you were driving erratically. I detect the smell of alcohol on you. That gives me probable cause to search your vehicle.”

Ducking, he rummaged through your car, dumping your purse and overnight bag, scattering the contents.

“Well, look what I found,” he announced, producing a half drank pint of cheap vodka.”

“That’s not mine. I don’t even drink vodka. You..you put that there..I’m not.”

‘Hey, Shane, taillight’s busted out too.”

In total disbelief you watched another officer bash the red plastic with his boot.

“What the hell!” you hollered, charging toward the other, leaner built man, “You can’t fucking do that…”

Grabbing your elbow, Shane swung you back, jerking you off your feet.

You stumbled, arms pinwheeling.

You bumped into him, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Woah, woah, Sweetheart, now that’s assaulting a police officer.”

“No…wait..I…”

He placed one steel cuff on your wrist, tugging the other behind your back.

Twisting, you wrested your arm free.

WHAM

Shane slammed you face first onto the hood of your car.

Wrenching your arm, he secured it in the cuffs.

Hauling you up he snickered.

“Guess we’re adding resisting arrest to the list.”

He paused, eyes crawling along your form.

“Unless you want to work out a little private restitution.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you laughed, “What? You can’t get a piece of ass like a normal guy? Let me guess? Can’t get it up? Two pump chump? Or..”

CLICK

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.”

Shane’s partner pressed the gun barrel to your temple.

“Only common sense.”

“Oh shit,” you rasped, “yeah, okay, what..whatever you want.”

Shane unzipped his pants, stroking his cock.

“On your knees.”

You knelt down as best you could.

“Doesn’t she look pretty like this Rick?” he called to his friend.

“Open wide. Let’s see if you suck dick as good as you mouth off.”

Gun still aimed at your head, your mouth fell open.

Shane gripped the back of your head.

Viciously, he shoved his cock to the hilt, your nose nestling in his pubic hair.

You gagged, trying to draw back but he was too strong.

Holding you steady he languidly fucked your throat, his cock cutting off your air.

Tears poured down your cheeks.

“Maybe next time you’ll show a little respect Darlin’”

Time stood still.

Shane rammed his cock down your throat over and over and over again, both hands keeping you in place.

Eventually he came, warm, sticky cum filling your mouth.

Finished, he pushed you away.

He bent down to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad now was…”

You spit on him, mixed saliva and cum dripping from his chin.

“You’re done!” you shrieked, “Both of you! I’ll own the fucking Cook County Sheriff’s when I’m through! You limp dick bastards won’t be able to….”

SMACK

You reeled from Rick’s backhanded slap.

“I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet, brother.”

Shane wiped his face.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep teaching.”

Tugging you to your feet, Rick threw you on the hood, upper body jarring from the impact, cheek thumping the cold metal.

He tore off your boots then ripped your jeans and underwear off, kicking your legs apart.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking piece of shit!” you bellowed.

Shane stuffed your thong in your mouth, ending your tirade, his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, pining you to the hood.

“You talk to fucking much,” he snarled.

Panic took hold when you felt Rick’s cock brush against your slit.

Rick spit on your inner lips.

You screamed behind the gag, your dry cunt unprepared, as he plunged in.

He was bigger than Shane, your walls straining to accommodate him, every thrust carrying fresh agony.

Rick snapped his hips quicker, zipper chafing your tender skin.

Sobbing softly, you closed your eyes, vainly wishing this was just a dream.

“Fuck. Haven’t been in a pussy this tight since before I married Lori.”

“Just hurry up, man. I want another turn.”

Your eyes flew open to see Shane palming his newly hardening length.

Rick’s movements became stilted, hips pumping wildly with his orgasm.

Pulling out, he motioned to your prone body.

“Batter up.”

The two men switched places.

Gritting your teeth, you waited.

Instead of Shane’s cock, his fingers gently probed your battered cunt.

You jolted at the swipe of his thumb across your clit.

Deftly he worked you, circling your nub, slick coating his hand.

Shame and disgust gnawed in your brain at your body’s natural reaction.

He draped his large frame over yours.

“You love this, don’t ya.”

You shook your head frantically.

“Knew you would. Way you showed your ass, flashed your tits at Charlie. Damn near gave the old man a stroke.”

Shane applied more pressure, eliciting a series of muffled moans.

“Hear that Rick? Slut loves this.”

Your pelvis rocked against his swirling digits.

He pinched your clit,sending you over the edge, streaks of lightning fraying your nerves.

Shane wasted no time in slipping inside.

You keened at the intrusion, channel swollen and bruised from Rick.

WHACK

He left a heated handprint on your ass.

Grasping your hips, he pounded your cunt feverishly, your juices and Rick’s cum easing his way.

All out of tears, you stared into the darkness.

Shane rode you cruelly, your legs growing numb.

His breathing hitched, hips faltering.

He came with a grunt, grinding into you.

Almost tenderly, he released the cuffs, holding you upright, removing the gag.

Trembling, you shimmied your jeans up.

“Hey.”

Nearly catatonic, you barely registered him speaking.

SMACK

“Listen to me.”

You tried to focus, terrified it wasn’t over.

“Rick and me? We got your ID. We know where you live.”

Blinking, his threat set in.

“You tell anyone, we’ll find you.”

“I..I won’t tell…never tell..” you stammered.

“Good girl.”

The two men sauntered to their cruiser.

“Thanks for your cooperation ma’am,” Shane taunted as they drove away.

Crawling into the driver’s seat, you clutched your phone.

“911. What is your emergency?”

“I need,” you sat up straight, “I need to report an assault.”

Shane and Rick were about to find out they had fucked with the wrong woman.

Authority Song

John Mellencamp

1983

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swagatron9 · 2 years

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Thick Tension

Pairings: Shane Walsh x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, rough, mild choking, oral (male receiving.

Summary: the scene with Shane and Andrea in the car, except I give details.

You couldn’t help yourself as your hand reached across and grabbed at Shane’s crotch. All this tension between the two of you needed to snap, and now was finally the time.

Shane looked over at you and smirked before pulling the car to a stop. His arms came to rest up behind his head and he nodded down to where your hand was. “Go on then.”

You bit your lip as you undid the belt to Shane’s pants. While struggling to undo his pants, Shane pulled you in for a heated makeout session.

The kiss was sloppy, desperate at that as the two of you raced to get things over and done with.

Shane, getting sick of waiting, pulled his pants down for you revealing his semi-hard cock.

Your hand immediately wrapped around the base of his cock and you jerked it up and down. You could feel him slowly harden beneath your tight grip.

You felt as Shane placed his hand behind your head and pushed you down so your face was hovering over his dick.

You wet your lips with your tongue before licking a stripe up the lower part of cock. The twitch you felt made you continue on as your lips wrapped around the head.

Shane let out a deep groan as you sucked on the head. His mouth open as he let out heavy breaths. “Yeah, that’s right.” He mumbled as he guided your head further down.

Shane threw his head back against the seat as you took him all in. His hand pushed down on your head, holding you in place with his cock down your throat. Once he was satisfied he freed you.

You let out a gasp when you came up for air, taking in long breaths to refil your lungs. While you came up for air you continued to pump him. A hand wrapped tightly around his cock as you slowly moved it up and down. “Don’t fuckin’ tease me.” Shane gritted through his teeth. You giggled at his response and started to pull down your own pants.

The cold breeze of air wasn’t enough to distract to you from the intense feeling of need that you felt for the police officer beside you.

Climbing over the console, you straddled Shane and hovered over his hardened cock. It stood tall, practically begging to enter your cunt.

A kiss was shared between the two of you once again as you slowly dropped yourself down. The head pierced through your walls and you let out a gasp. You had one hand placed on Shane’s abs, enjoying the feeling of his toned muscles, and the other grabbed ahold of his forearm to have some sort of leverage.

Whines escaped your lips as you ever so slowly came down on Shane.

Once his cock had fully penetrated you, you began to move more. Your hips rolled against Shane’s, every sudden movement causing you to let out a moan. “Fuck, Shane.” Your nails dug into the skin of his arm as you held on tightly. This didn’t stop Shane as he held onto your hips pushing you to bounce up and down.

Sitting up and dropping back down became a regular pattern as you bounced on Shane’s rock hard cock but it wasn’t long before your legs got tired from having to hold up your own body weight. “Fuck this.” Shane whispered. He lifted your hips up so you were hovered over his own, his cock still half way inside you, and began thrusting up.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the new pace. Shane was relentless with his thrusts, keeping them hard and fast. Skin slapping against skin could be heard loudly throughout the small vehicle. Your moans were louder than Shane’s as he lightly growled every now and then.

You rest your back against the steering wheel, the top of it digging into your flesh but that was the least of your worries for the moment. “Oh, shit.” You panted. Shane’s hand came up to roughly grab at your breasts before he raised your shirt up, revealing them to him.

His eyes watched as your tits bounced up and down, his eyes never leaving them as continued fucking up into you. “This is what ya’ wanted, yeah?” Shane groaned. You nodded your head frantically. “A good fuck to put ya’ in your place.” He continued. “Fuck all that attitude out of ya’.”

“Yes, Shane.” You replied obediently.

Shane sat up slightly pushing you further into the steering wheel. The new founding position cause the horn to go off every time Shane would thrust into you. “Shane, the horn.” You panted as you tried to lean forward. Shane was quick to put you back in your place as he pushed you against the wheel once again.

Like the horn had awoken some beast inside of Shane, he fucked almost twice as fast as he previously did. His thrusts becoming infrequent as he chased a release.

His hand rubbed furiously at your clit as he saw in the distance some walkers coming towards the car. “Fuck babygirl. Ya’ gon’ cum for me?” Shane asked. You bit your lip hard as you felt your release approaching rapidly. “Fuck, yeah ya’ are.” Your moans grew louder and more high pitched before you came.

You held on tightly to Shane’s arm, pulling yourself away from the horn and taking back dominance as your aggressively rolled your hips back into his. “That’s it, babygirl. Yeah.” He breathed through clenched teeth.

Shane stilled your hips against him as he released his seed deep inside you. Heavy breathing was the only thing to be heard in the car as you rest up against Shane’s sweaty chest.

Your legs and back both ached as you slowly moved yourself off Shane.

A walker slamming into the window startled you, causing you to drop back down on Shane, his cock hitting deep inside you once again. “Ya’ want round two already?” Shane asked rhetorically.

You chuckled at his words as you attempted to sit back up. “Stay there.” Shane held you in place.

You frowned at his words. “People will see us at the farm, Shane.”

“Ain’t gon’ back to the farm. I’ll take us back ‘round the corner. We can get a good fuck in the back seat then.” You felt Shane’s cock twitch inside you and you couldn’t help but clench around him at the thought of fucking once more.

“Your so needy.” You replied as the car started to drive off.

Shane laughed at your words. “Ya’ started this, babygirl. I didn’t get the endin’ I wanted, so we’re doin’ this again.”

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anna-hawk · 2 years

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Hungry for it

Relationship: Shane Walsh x F!Reader Fandom: The Walking Dead Word count: 1003 Rating: E Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving) – dirty talk – kind of semi-public

Soooo… er… I was chatting with @chelseasdagger today, and we were actually talking about Hopper and the small (big 😆) imagine I sent her. The length of it made me remember this Shane idea that I wrote in my DMs with @darlingshane back in 2020. It was inspired by those gifs. I hadn't returned to it since today when I went hunting for it and I didn't realize just how long it was 😆. I thought that I could rework it a little and share that filth. I hope you enjoy, and Amaya, I hope you have fun reading this again 🧡

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You're at work and Shane walks in, wearing gray sweatpants and a tight, black T-shirt. He just had an intensive training and came straight from the precinct to your job, still sweaty, t-shirt clinging to his torso and sweatpants riding low on his hips. As he makes his way over to your desk, your eyes automatically go to his groin because how could they not? He clearly forwent wearing boxers, and his dick is moving enticingly with his every step. Right, left, right, left. Hypnotic. You unconsciously lick your lips and swallow the sudden flood of saliva ruining in your mouth.

“Hey, Darlin',” he rumbles with a small smile, as he leans over your desk and holds himself up with his hands. You're greeted with a whiff of his cologne and fresh sweat, making you take a deep breath and clamping your legs together under your desk at the delicious scent that gets your blood going. You lift your eyes to meet his, noticing his sweaty curls sticking to his forehead and temples.

“Hey.” You only manage to whisper the word, and Shane's smile turns into a half grin. Knowing.

His eyes sweep between your eyes and then down to your mouth.

“You nearly done?” He asks in a low tone, moving forward enough over the desk for him to deposit a chaste kiss on your lips. The promise of more is evident nonetheless as you watch him stand again.

“I'm sorry, but I still got about an hour to go,” you tell him with an apologetic purse of lips, your eyes on his mouth. They lower to his chest and to his hips, where the bulge of his length, even when soft, is still very noticeable.

“I'll just wait… Mind if I use your changing rooms then?” That's when you realize that he brought a duffle bag. Damn, you don't want him to change. Not immediately anyway.

You look to your colleague who's dealing with a costumer. It's the end of the day and traffic is slow. You bite your lip.

“You mind if I take a couple minutes to show him to the changing rooms?” You ask them, trying to keep your voice as even as possible.

“Hm? Oh sure,” they answer.

You rise from your desk, your legs slightly weak. You nod your head for Shane to follow you, not missing the glint of hunger in his eyes or how his tongue runs over the top row of his teeth and then lower lip.

Once in the changing rooms, you lock the door and turn to face him. Putting the duffle bag on a bench, Shane is now watching you attentively, waiting for you to make the next move. You don't say a single word as you take the few steps that separate you and drop to your knees. You already know that your knees are going to hurt like a bitch later, but you don't care at all as they hit the tiles. Your hands go to Shane’s sweatpants and drag them down his hips until they're at his ankles. He’s half hard, and you waste no time taking him in hand and sucking the head into your mouth. Shane makes a satisfied sound and grabs a handful of your hair. You lift your eyes to his as you take him deeper, mouth widening as he swells more and more. You gag for a moment as his now fully hard cock hits the back of your throat, but recover quickly, sucking your way back up. With your hands at his hips, Shane guides himself into your mouth again at your nod and grunts when you swallow around the head when he hits the back of your throat again. Your eyes start watering from his girth, but you open your throat for him to go as deep as you can handle.

He slowly fucks your mouth for a while, his eyes never leaving your face, observing your translike state as he pushes further, blocking your breath whenever he goes oh so deep. You could never get enough of this. This feeling of knowing how good you make him feel. You love how he grunts and growls, how his dicks twitches between your lips. You love the constant praise, being it verbal or from his touches. You get off on making him feel like this.

“Wanna fuck you right here, darlin', but I ain't letting anyone hear your sweet voice. So, you gonna hafta wait 'til we're home, and then I'ma make you scream. Sound good to you?” He rambles as his hips make smaller, snapping movements.

You pop off and take his drool covered cock in hand, jerking him off fast.

“Don't want you to change,” you tell him, licking at the head and staring into his eyes. “Want you to fuck me just like that. So, you just have to bend me over the couch and push your pants down to get inside me.”

You suck him back into your mouth before he can answer, and Shane wears at the sudden tightness around the tip again.

“Yeah? You gettin' off on me fuckin' you when I'm still sweaty? Gettin' you all dirty too?” He rasps, his dick getting impossibly harder, letting you know just how much he likes the idea too.

You hum in confirmation as well as you can with his cock spreading your mouth.

“Fuck!” He growls at the vibrations. “Open up,” he commands as he pulls out and starts jacking off over your outstretched tongue. “My sweet dirty girl, huh? You wanted that the moment I walked in, right? Wanted to get on your knees just for me.”

You only nod fervently and lick under the head, pushing against the gland until Shane is suddenly coming over your waiting tongue. You move forward to take him into your mouth again, earning an expletive from Shane and a new spurt of cum against the back of your throat.

“Can't wait to get you home,” Shane smiles wickedly.

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