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shane walsh x farmer’s daughter!reader
“c’mon, baby” shane kissed your neck softly while wrapping his arms around you in a back hug. “i didn’t mean to scream and scare you, you know that” his rough voice whispered in your ear while he pressed his chest against your back and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your angry facade much longer. turning around, you looked up at him with your pretty doe eyes and he wasted no time in holding you by your waist, keeping you close to him. “i’ll make it up to you, doll” his hands descended to your ass, gripping strongly and in that moment you already forgave him.
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officer!shane walsh x reader
“everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officer” — playing dangerous by lana del rey ♡
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shane walsh x captured!reader
“honey, i’m home” you heard shane’s voice and soon enough, the front door being locked again. his footsteps getting closer to your shared bedroom where you laid with the couple of books he had brought you days ago as a gift. “there you are, i missed you” his eyes softened when he saw you, relieved to know you were still there. he took precautions, assured you it was safer for you to stay home and after months, you believed it. his rough hand caressed your cheek as he leaned down and gently kissed your forehead as natural it could be.
I’ll be the first to admit I’m a total trope groupie and AS ALWAYS @sourwolf-sterek32 has managed to make me have a high pitch squeak + happy dance moment in this one.
The trope in question is modeled by Mr. Reeves below
I’m a sucker for the “one person protects the other by covering them with their own body”. It is so rarely used anymore!! Artfully delivered in this chapter in what might be an unnecessary move but it says SO MUCH about the feels between Daryl and the heroine.
I think one of the things I love best about this fic and something that I don’t know if I’ve ever seen delivered as perfectly in any fandom, is that the fic isn’t about a Mary Sue heroine, it isn’t a snog fest of the heroine and Daryl... It’s truly just the retelling of the story with a truly charismatic and original character.
Course, the slow burn between the heroine and Daryl is just the cherry on top ❤️
Unforgettable Memories ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )
Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.
Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Rick’s Sister!Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings)
Chapter 10-
“Did you just lock us in?” You heard Glenn question from somewhere and you quickly spun around and sighed with relief when you spotted Carl, realising that everyone was still together and nobody had left the room yet.
“You son of a bitch. You let us out of here!” Daryl yelled and you turned back around just in time to see him throwing the bottle of alcohol before he ran towards the doctor. Jenner was now sitting on a chair by the computer, but Shane quickly grabbed Daryl before he could do anything.
“Jenner, open that door now.” Rick ordered, marching over to him as you adjusted the strap of your assault rifle over your shoulder, your eyes scanning the room for any other exits.
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When I tell 'em he's my man
But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger.
I can fix him, no, really I can.
And only I can.
I CAN FIX HIM
Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott
Well I hope this doesn’t seem too impolite
But Ted Bundy was just never that fuckin’ bright
He was just sorta charismatic and white, alright?
And he was so fuckin’ sure he had the right
But he's ugly, and I’m glad he’s dead
'Cause there was no fuckin’ candle in his pumpkin head
You’re not special for winning a game
With someone who you know was never playing
Shane Walsh
Philip Blake *The Governor*
Don & Joe (Claimers)
Simon
Dawn Lerner
Merle Dixon
Alpha
Beta
Owen (Wolves)
BONUS**
(He's not dead yet so he doesn't really count)
Negan Smith
Beth Greene : There are still good people, Daryl.
Daryl Dixon : I don't think the good ones survive.
Noah
Beth
Andrea
Carl
Glenn
Hershel
T-dog
Dale
Jesus
Enid & Tara & Henry
*NOT MY VIDEO*
You're gonna die,
I'm gonna kill you
You're gonna die,
I'm gonna kill you
You're gonna die,
I'm gonna kill you
You're gonna die,
I'm gonna kill you
You're gonna die,
I'm gonna kill you
Characters I will never 100% like
Clarke Griffin
Lucifer
Tony Stark
John and Mary Winchester
Shane Walsh
Negan Smith
Josephine Lightbourne
Severus Snape
Monica Gallagher
Karen Jackson
Ps I like Tony the most out of everyone on this list
Also please don't take this personal it is just my opinion
The Walking Dead
Shane Walsh & Carl Grime
I'm a better father than you, Rick. I'm better for Lori than you, man. –Shane Walsh
"Better Angels" s2-ep12
Baby, though I've closed my eyes
I know who you pretend I am
The Walking Dead
Rick Grimes & Shane Walsh
We are running, we are running
But you're a killer
And I'm your best friend
Think it's unfair, your situation
You say I'm changing
Sorry, I didn't know I had to stay the same
Could we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me, driving me insane
Judith Grimes' family
Adoptive mother: Michonne Hawthorne
Half brother: Carl Grimes
Step/adoptive father: Rick Grimes
Adoptive brother: R.J. Grimes
Biological mother: Lori Grimes
Biological father: Shane Walsh
Adoptive uncle: Daryl Dixon
Adoptive aunt: Maggie Rhee
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Judith With Gabriel's Stokes and Beth Greene
(Didn't have room for Tyreese (╥﹏╥)
okay but why is there like no shane walsh fics on here like jon bernthal is so fucking fine. just look at him😩
don’t attack me but he is my all time favourite twd character… an inch before negan🤭
this is so HOT. i need more shane fics oh my god.
Motorcycle Shane-anigans
Summary: Annoying Shane was your favourite thing to do, except this time he exacts his revenge....
Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, public sex, degradation(?), caught in the act
The day Y/N met Shane Walsh was the day her life changed forever. Whether it changed for better or for worse was still to be determined.
She had been on her own for some time by then, her brother and her best friend having already succumbed to the virus. She had been doing well by herself, relying on the survival skills her late father had taught her and had no plans to ever ally with anyone, content to live out the rest of her days alone.
Originally from Alabama, Y/N had chosen to travel rather than stay in one place, her logic being that she would be less likely to run out of supplies. Eventually, she found herself in Altlanta, Georgia where she came across the ramshackle group of survivors she came to call her family.
Although she hadn't intended on staying long after they had deemed her a non-threat and welcomed her, she was eventually drawn in. Y/N hadn't realised just how much she had missed the warmth and love brought by good company.
Among the group, she had immediately bonded with Glenn and Lori, whereas she had some... issues with other certain people. Namely Shane Walsh. The man infuriated her to her core. The former deputy was a single-minded, fearless man, and although Y/N knew he had the groups best interests at heart, he had a funny fucking way of showing it.
Y/N herself was a headstrong individual and often found herself clashing with Shane and his controlling manner. She had previously been a surgical resident, over halfway in her journey in becoming a registered surgeon. Y/N had saved countless lives, run her own O. R and managed to maintain a relatively healthy work-life balance while doing so, and refused to be ordered around by some random deputy who believed he knew better than her.
The bastard knew what he was doing too. He purposely provoked Y/N, as if he enjoyed making her want to tear her hair out. However, she endured, finding creative ways to get back at him.
On this particular occasion, she had stolen Shane's distinctive knife and popped the tires on Daryl's motorcycle after the two men had had a rather explosive argument, effectively framing Shane.
The following day, after a vigorous fight with Daryl, Shane appeared in front of Y/N, with a dark purple eye, at around mid-day as she organised the small amount of medical equipment they had.
Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his beaten face, quickly regretting it as he grabbed her by the wrist and marched her to a secluded spot at the edge of the forest that surrounded them.
With camp in the near distance, the only other visible object was Daryl's motorcycle, parked beside a large oak tree. The direction Y/N was being dragged to.
"What the fuck Shane! I was busy, what the hell do you want?", she demanded, attempting to resist as he carried on.
"You think you can get away with this shit?", he questioned, gesturing vaguely to his bruised face. Y/N began to grow apprehensive as her anger began to wear off, hearing the pure rage in Shane's tone.
"What are you going to do? Huh?", she shot back, unthinking. "Gonna hit me back?"
He froze and Y/N suddenly began to regret every word she had ever uttered. He turned around and his glare was icy. He had let go of her wrist by now and was slowly advancing toward her, intruding in her space until they were chest to chest.
"What the hell are you doi-", Y/N was cut off by Shane, capturing her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. Their teeth clashed as they fought for dominance, neither conceding to the to the other.
Jesus Christ, she thought, he kisses like he fights. Holding nothing back. With the harsh swipes of his tongue Y/N felt her underwear begin to dampen, this was the most action she had gotten in over a year. All thoughts of pushing him away, swearing him off, screaming at him, faded as the kiss grew more and more passionate.
The kiss broke off and they stood staring silently at each other, their breathless pants echoing throughout the empty space. With a frustrated groan, Y/N dove back into another kiss, this one somehow becoming more vigorous than before.
"Oh, I fuckin' hate you", she breathed out, as Shane moved his mouth down to her neck, eliciting a surprised chuckle from the man. Her words quickly escalated into breathy moans as sucked on her most sensitive spot just below her ear, while grasping at her tits, twisting her sensitive nipples through her thin shirt. She would bet that there was a wet spot forming on her underwear by now, as she grinded against his solid thigh, the denim rubbing at her throbbing clit.
As he moved down her body, he tore each item of clothing off of her like it was on fire, grabbing at every inch of exposed skin he could find, while she struggled to get his shirt off. Finally, tearing the shirt off Y/N raked her nails down his back, relishing in the pained groans Shane let out in response.
Y/N nearly screamed in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as Shane exacted his revenge, beginning to suck and bite at her hardened nipples, causing shocks to travel down her body, directly to her pulsating clit.
Y/N had failed to notice that while they were locked together, they had managed to stagger back and she now found herself pressed tightly against Daryl's motorcycle as Shane pulled her jeans down, her underwear with it. She jumped as she suddenly felt his thick fingers explore her soaking pussy, collecting some of her wetness before driving into her greedy opening.
The stretch of his large digits was excruciating but so, so fucking good, as they started to scissor in and out of her. Y/N bit into Shane's shoulder, trying to silence her desperate screams as he nailed her g-spot over and over again. Tears started to run down her face as the pure pleasure overwhelmed her.
As she reached out to free his straining dick, wishing to reciprocate the pleasure she was experiencing, Shane's fingers pulled out of her, slapping her hands away and she felt as if the world had turned underneath her feet when she was roughly swivelled around, her stomach now resting, on the seat of the motorcycle. Shane's still clothed cock pressed into her bare ass. Y/N's face warmed as she listened to the slurping sounds of Shane licking his fingers that had previously been inside of her, while his remaining hand pressed her firmly into the seat.
"Fucking delicous. ", he stated. Y/N's blush reached her chest and ears by now as both embarrassment and some sick sort of pride shot through her.
"Christ, Shane", her moans were almost gutteral by now as she became increasingly desperate to feel his fat cock deep inside her.
"How'd you like me now, Y/N?", he questioned, grinding into her.
Y/N could only moan in response, practically dripping by this point. Goddammit, she despised this man. But she was beyond caring about that, only thinking about satiating the need he had sparked in her. For God's sake she was so wet, it had started leaking down her thighs.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, ready to protest, she attempted to turn around but was halted by Shane forcing her legs to widen further and pressing his now bare cock between them, her juices dropping down onto his dick.
She felt him grab his length. Finally, she thought. Y/N let out a high-pitched yelp as his fat cock-head slapped her clit a few times.
"Get on with it, you fuckin' dick", she groaned, tired of his teasing, longing for something more.
This elicited another enraging chuckle from him.
"Is this what you wanted, darlin'?"
She hardly even registered his words when he positioned himself right at her drenched opening and oh. The only thought capable of running through Y/Ns mind in this crucial, world-bending moment was 'oh'. The feel of Shane's thick length as it split her open was bordering on painful and yet with the pain came indescribable pleasure. She swore she could feel him all the way in her stomach, she was so full. His calloused palms gripped her tits tightly, as he slowly but surely thrusted into her soaking core from behind, letting out barely audible groans of pleasure.
The thought of being bent over Daryl's motorcycle, ass out, as Shane fucked into her, on the edge of the green forest, where anyone back at camp could hear, was one that inspired intense anxiety and apprehension into Y/N, her worst nightmare. But the reality? Oh, the reality felt like the sweetest fucking dream.
"You like that? My cock pounding into your tight little cunt?" he panted out. She could feel herself flush, the heat reaching her ears. Shane's words sparked something deep inside her, making her grow wetter and wetter. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the desolate forest were the wet sounds of his hips slapping loudly against her ass and Y/N's desperate moans as her clit rubbed against the rough leather seat.
"Answer me.", his voice was rough as he took pleasure from her stilted gasps and pants.
"Yes, yes, I like it." Y/N stammered out, overwhelmed by the sensations. "I fucking like it."
His hands began pressing at the bulge in her stomach, feeling his dick fucking into her over and over again. Y/N didn't know if it felt so good because she hadn't gotten any in a while or if the bastard was just this damn good.
Shane chuckled, his voice gruff, amused by her enthusiasm. He rutted harder against her, reaching deeper and deeper inside, hitting her just right.
"Oh fucking, god!", a throaty scream erupted from deep within her.
"Nope, just me darlin'", Y/N didn't know how it was possible to loathe someone so deeply as they provided you with such indescribable pleasure.
Her soaking cunt began to clench on his cock, urging it deeper and deeper within her as the pleasure built up, the combined sensations of the aged leather scraping against her throbbing clit, Shane's rough hands rubbing into her hypersensitive nipples and his gigantic dick pounding into her g-spot, driving Y/N closer and closer to orgasm.
"Jesus, how tight are you? It's like a god damn vice grip", his deep voice was strained as he increased the speed of his powerful thrusts. He too, coming close to his release.
Y/N, swore she could hear a commotion, somewhere in the back of her mind, but was so clouded with pleasure she let the distant thought fly away.
"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Huh?", he questioned her, pushing so deep, Y/N thought he had breached her cervix.
"Yes, fuck, yes.", she felt as if the response burst from her, as they both reached their climax.
Shane finally released her tits, choosing to grip on to her hips, bracing himself as he fucked into her, hitting her g-spot over and over again, leaving her tits to violently sway back and forth with the force of his thrusts.
"Shit, shit, shit. I'm so close, Shane.", Y/N was almost begging at this point, right on the edge she only needed a tiny bit more before she would be flying.
Shane reached one hand down to her pussy, quickly finding her clit and rubbing at a furoius pace.
The air was filled with their combined moans and grunts and the squelching of Y/Ns gushing core. Everything, every minute sensation was coming together.
Yes, yes, yes.
A scream exploded from her chest, a groan from Shane matching her as they arrived together.
"Oh, shi-"
"Y/N, where are you! We need y-", Glenn stopped short at the opening of the spot they were in, jaw hanging open as he stared at the sight that greeted him.
Y/N and Shane mid-orgasm could only stare back at the man in horror. Coming to their senses, the two swiftly parted, sharing an embarrassed glance as they rushed to reclothe themselves.
It seems Glenn was frozen as he stayed unmoving as they dressed, his expression becoming increasingly pained as he saw Y/N cover her tits with her torn and tattered shirt.
Y/N was shocked to see him there at all, for the obvious reason and because he was supposed to be on a supply run in the city with some of the others. Something must have gone wrong. Why else would they be back this early?
Shane seemed to reach a similar conclusion as they shared a concerned glance before realising the situation they were in.
Once they were clothed (mostly), Glenn appeared to come back to himself.
"There's a new-comer, we found in the city. Dude's a sheriff or something, saved my ass from a hoarde of walkers but he's pretty banged up. We need you to look at him Y/N", Glenn rushed out, looking like he'd rather be anywhere other than there.
"Just let me get a shirt and I'll be right on it.", Oh god, she could never look her friend in the eye again.
"Here just take mine. Go.", Shane intercepted, throwing her his shirt, he had soundlessly removed.
There was a silence as she shrugged it on.
"... Thanks. ", it quickly became awkward, as Y/N let out a small smile and rushed off back to camp, leaving Glenn and Shane staring at one another.
Shane levelled Glenn with a harsh look.
"You never speak of this. To anyone. If I hear you've even uttered a single word, I'll have your fuckin' head. Alright?"
Glenn's head nearly flew off his shoulders as he readily agreed.
"Okay then.", They strode off, on the short walk back to camp. Shane started interrogating Glenn, on the recent trip. "Tell me about this guy you picked up."
"Oh, it's insane. Guy woke up in an abandoned hospital, fresh out of a coma, to this shit. He's looking for his wife and kid."
Shane froze. It couldn't be. Wasn't possible.
"What's the guy's name?", Shane's breath began to tremble.
"Rick Grimes, he said. Why?", realising he had stopped, Glenn turned around, finding Shane looking vaguely ill.
"Shit."
I’m thinking about writing a fanfic featuring rick grimes x oc or reader(haven’t decided yet). English isn’t my first language but I’m planning on writing it tonight.
It’s about a girl who meets Rick through an accident and they both have a connection(so far).
If you’re interested I’ll keep you guys updated.
Omggg.
No one told me writing a fanfic was this hard. I STRUGGLED so much trying to find a good hook for this fanfic.
Here’s a little update for those who are interested.
I decided that I’m going to have it be an OC instead of reader(there prob will be a different fanfic with reader).
I am going to release the summary and mood board one of these days and maybe even a sneak peak of the fic.
I’ll keep updating if your interested.
Hey guys I would like to apologize for my hiatus . I’ve been extremely busy with personal stuff and also trying to figure out which beginnings you guys would like.
I promise that this weekend if nothing comes up I’m dropping the mood board where you have more info.
I would also like it if u guys could rate a beginning on which one you like the most. It would be very helpful in furthering the writing. (PUBLISHED SOMETIME AFTER MOOD BOARD).
Redemption
Rick grimes x oc
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Dalia Thompson, a twenty-year-old scientist at the CDC, is haunted by the news of a mysterious virus found in France. The virus, which turned people into cannibalistic versions, has caused widespread panic and lockdown measures. The government has warned scientists and researchers about the dangers of going outside and staying safe, prompting many to leave to be with their families. Some scientists have even opted out of the situation. Dalia's parents, who are upset about her missing Susie's seventh birthday, have been upset about her missing her friend's birthday. The virus has caused widespread panic and has led to the closure of the CDC, with many scientists unable to break protocol and keep the doors shut. A family has come to the CDC, but they are torn apart by the dead. Dalia's tears and tears are a testament to the power of love and support in a time of crisis. Dalia ends up meeting someone will, will she accept or will she reject.
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Release date tbd——
REDEMPTION
Rick Grimes x Dalia Thompson(oc)
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AN:This is a test run. Seeing if you goes like this version if not just tell me please I would really like your feedback. Bare with me this is my first fanfic.
Warnings: mention of death, apocalypse,suicide, depression
659 words.
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The night was still; the beeping from the monitors and chittering from the people were still, yet Dalia seemed unmoved. Imagining what could be wrong with the world, her family and friends are all dead, while she remains untouched by the atrocities right outside the building. You see, Dalia often imagined that if she just opened that door and got eaten alive by the dead, just like her family, she would be free from the guilt of leaving them to die.
Dalia... DALIA!" a voice exclaimed, breaking Dalia from her zoned-out state.
Huh," Dalia responded.
"Did you not hear anything I just said?” Candace questioned.
"Is it about the cells?
"Honey, I know it’s hard right now, but you’ve got to understand that I’m here for you. Everyone lost something, and you staying alive is something your family would want.
Candace Jenner was a mother figure or a mentor figure for many, especially Dalia, who is fresh out of college. It’s been hard on everyone here at the CDC with the minimal scientists that remained. Some scientists decided to stay; some left to be with their families, while others decided to opt out of this nightmare. Dalia didn’t blame them; if she could, she would have too.
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Vi, start recording!" Dalia yelled.
"Starting recording in three, two, and one," Vi replied.
"Well, here we go. Hi, my name is Dalia Thompson. I am currently twenty years old and a scientist at the CDC. Ummm.. I honestly don’t know why I did this, but Candace mentioned it’s good to keep a video diary to document or rant. Dalia sighed while taking a deep breath.
"It started on April tenth, two thousand and ten... I woke up with a crazy hangover from partying the night away with my friends Savannah and Mindy. I was tired as hell. I checked my phone, and I saw a barrage of messages from my parents angry about me missing Susie's seventh birthday. I really didn’t understand why they were so upset. There isn’t anything a seven-year-old and a twenty-year-old have in common. I digress. I worked at the CDC as a public health analyst, which is an entry-level job. When I entered work that day, Candace Jenner, who leads the CDC, reported about a strange virus that was found in France that changed people into empty, cannibalistic versions of themselves. We needed to research the effects immediately, but I guess it was too late.
It started small and manageable, and the government told us they had it under control. They sent out nationwide messages about the dangers of going outside and staying safe. Scientists and researchers were told to keep looking. Many hurried to leave to be with their families, and some decided to opt out. Since then, we've gotten rid of the bodies and placed ourselves in lockdown. No one can come in. Many came in hopes of food, shelter, and protection, but we couldn’t break protocol; we had to keep the doors shut. A family came by a couple days ago pleading for help, but we couldn't, and I watched as they got torn apart by the dead. Dalia takes a long pause. Her eyes tearing up and lips crumbling together at her meager attempt to hold in a cry.
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Later that day,
Candace, Edwin Jenner, and I walked into the test room, which holds one of their dead colleagues. They needed a sample of the colleagues' DNA. Dalia offered to do it, but Candace said she would. They took an ample amount of safety precautions to prevent any way for them to get hit or scratched by the disgusting piece of sh*t.
Candace went in a full hazmat suit, looking like a marshmallow, which made Dalia laugh her ass off. But as Candace was turning away from collecting the DNA, all of a sudden it came back to life.
"WAIT!" Dalia screamed.
TBD..