currently rewatching the walking dead and mr. shane walsh has been on my mind. especially the scene where he is down at the quarry..
all i can think about is you being way too young for him and always wanting to be up under him for some reason. "do you need any help mr.walsh?" asking so sweetly that it makes him feel as though it feels wrong.
"hm, i don't know kid..we can't have you messing up your prettily outfit." while taking a tug at your pink short, you let out a little giggle. shane rough hand stays on the side of your waist for a moment, maybe too long to feel harmless.
"🐟!" your older sister voice calls out, breaking the intense tension. rolling your eyes before yelling back, "comin!" sighing before leaning down and giving a peck on shanes cheek. "bye, mr.walsh" the gesture is supposed to be innocent, but it makes shanes dick stir in his pants.
"bye darlin, you behave now. don't wanna have to be mean to ya!" he jokes. he knows that he could never get past a stern voice for your pretty little ass.














