#fawnlynn!

These days you stuck close to Amy. The two of you washed clothes down by the quarry fished when supplies ran low and tried to keep each other distracted from the reality of what the world had become. Everyone else had their jobs, their own routines. Yours mostly involved trying not to stare at Shane.

It was a losing battle. Maybe it was because Shane carried himself like he knew what he was doing when nobody else did. Maybe it was the way people listened when he spoke. Maybe it was just because in a world that had gone completely crazy Shane was really attractive.

Whatever the reason, you couldn't help yourself. Shane noticed. He caught every glance that lingered long. Every time your eyes drifted to his hands while he cleaned a rifle. Every time you watched him split firewood sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Every time he looked over and found you already looking.

Sometimes you swore he did things on purpose. The smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth whenever he caught you staring didn't help. "Hey girl " he'd call, leaning back against a truck like he hadn't just watched you nearly walk into a tree. "Need a favor." Every single time your stomach would drop.

Because the worst part wasn't that Shane knew it was that he knew what it did to you.

After spending most of the evening cleaning fish you were covered in sweat, dirt and fish guts. You headed toward Dales RV hoping to find a washcloth or something to clean up with. Dale looked up from where he was tinkering with something near the door. "Hey sweetie what do you need?"

"Just a cloth, please." You held up your hands stained with fish blood and scales. Dales eyes widened immediately. "Yeah you stay there I'll grab one."

A moment later he emerged from the RV carrying two washcloths and a small bar of soap. "The last of what I've got." he said, pressing them into your hands. "Enjoy it" You smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Dale seriously." With your newfound treasure in hand you made your way down toward the river.

The evening air had finally started to cool the sounds of camp growing quieter behind you with every step. The water glimmered beneath the fading sunlight. You might well take a proper bath while you're at it. Lord knew you needed one.

You set the soap and cloth on a rock before crouching at the waters edge. The cool river water felt heavenly against your aching hands as you scrubbed away the grime from the day's work. Dirt, sweat and fish blood swirled away with the current disappearing downstream. For the time all day you felt relaxed. Just for a little.

"Well, well, well look at this slacker." You nearly jumped, whipping your head around at the sound of the drawl. A figure stepped out from the brush shoulders catching the last of the evening light. You didn't even need to see his face to know who it was. By now you had Shane Walsh memorized. Every inch of him.

"Yeah, whatever." you shot back rolling your eyes. "You're welcome for dinner by the way." You'd only spent half the day hauling in fish while everyone else handled their camp chores. Maybe you couldn't shoot a handgun worth a damn but you could outfish every single person in camp and everybody knew it. Shane chuckled. "Oh sweetheart, I was just messin' with you."

The nickname sent a shock down your spine and through your stomach. He started toward the riverbank closing the distance between you with that confidence of his. A bundle of clothes hung from one hand. You hated how aware you became whenever he got close. Hated how your pulse picked up. Hated how good he looked after a day all sweat-slick skin and rolled sleeves. Mostly you hated that he knew it.

"Looks like Dale finally took pity on you " Shane said, nodding toward the soap and washcloth sitting on the rock nearby. You glanced down at them. "Apparently I smelled bad to concern him." Shane laughed, low and warm. "Nah if you smelled that bad we'd have left you for the walkers already." 

"You're such an ass." 

"Mm " he smirked. "Yet here you are."

The words hung in the air between you. You opened your mouth to fire back some remark but nothing came out. Shane noticed, of course he did. A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took another step forward. Then another. Your back wasn't against anything. Suddenly it felt like there was nowhere to go.

"In case you didn't notice I was here first " you said, trying to sound annoyed. "What are you even doing over here? Don't you have anything to do?" His eyes flickered over your face. "I came here to get myself clean." he said. "What about you sweetheart, what are you doing sitting by the water all by yourself?" 

"Nothin'." you grumbled.

Shane laughed, almost inaudible but still patronizing. Trying to distract yourself from the situation you'd somehow found yourself in, you turned away. Dropped to the rivers edge. You scrubbed at your hands enough that the rough cloth burned against your skin. The cool water wasn't helping as much as it should have.

Shane let out a laugh behind you. "You keep on doin' that your gonna scrub your skin clean off." "I'd rather do that than listen to you." "Mhmm." You hated that sound that knowing sound. The one that said he could see through you. You focused harder on the washcloth trying to think about anything

"Fish scales " you muttered to yourself. "Dirt."The man standing three feet away. "You nervous?" Shane asked. "No."

"Another lie." You rolled your eyes. Glanced up and that was a big mistake. Shane was leaning against a tree arms crossed over his chest watching you with the patience of a man who knew he was winning.

"You got a high opinion of yourself don't you?" A grin tugged at his mouth. "Not usually." His eyes met yours. "Just when it comes to you." The breath caught in your throat before you could stop it. For a second neither of you said anything. The river rushed past and somewhere in the distance someone laughed back at camp. It felt far away.

Shane pushed off the tree slowly deliberately. Your pulse jumped. "You know " he said quietly stopping in front of you "most people get real good at avoiding things that scare them." You tilted your head. " Whats that supposed to mean?" His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth back to your eyes. "It means you've been looking at me for weeks." The words landed like a punch.

"You still ain't run." Your eyes widened. "Just because you know how to shoot better than me. Thats all. "you said, trying to sound calm. "You said you'd teach me. You haven't."

"What would change if I taught you?" Shane took another step forward another. The space between you was disappearing quickly it made your head spin. "I think you like having me around."

You rolled your eyes refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Oh please." A smirk tugged at his mouth.

"I think you love it." Your breath caught and there it was, that confidence, that arrogance that made you want to shove him into the river and kiss him at the time.

Before you could think of a response Shane's hands settled on your arms, solidly holding you in place just enough that looking away felt impossible. "Shane thats not—"

"Not what?" His voice was lower now rougher. "Not what all those stares are saying?" You. The river rushed behind you but it sounded distant and muted.

The only thing you could think about was Shane. "Doll," Shane said softly, tilting his head a bit. "I would hate to be wrong." His eyes looked down at your mouth for a second. That was long enough to make your stomach feel weird.

"But I think you want me as much as I want you " Shane said.

His words really got to you. Made your stomach start to churn.

Not because they surprised you or anything. Because they did not surprise you. You had been trying not to think about Shane for weeks.

You had been trying not to notice how his shirts fit him. You had been trying not to wonder what it would be like if he ever looked at you like you looked at him. Now he was looking at you like that. He was close enough that you could feel the heat coming from him. He was close enough that one step would make you touch.

"You are so full of it " you said to Shane. You didn't really mean it, you hoped this was all true, all of it wasn't in your head. Shane just smiled more. "There you are" he said. You glared at him.

He just stood there. You just stood there too.

It was weird that neither of you moved. It made your heart beat faster. Shane looked at your face. Then at your eyes again. "So tell me I am wrong " he said. It was like a challenge.

Shane's hands on your arms loosened up so you could leave if you wanted to.You could just walk away.You did not move. You just stayed there. For the first time all night Shane looked a little out of breath.

Before you could say anything Shane moved closer to you.

He leaned down. Kissed you.

It was hard and fast.

Like he had been wanting to do it for weeks and finally,  just did it. It took your breath away.

His hands went to your waist. Pulled you close to him. Like he did not want any space between you. For a moment you could not think. You did not think about anything.

Just Shane.

Just the way his skin felt on yours and the way his hands held you. Like he was afraid you would disappear or something. When he finally stopped kissing you he did not move away.

His forehead was still on yours. You were both breathing hard.

"Damn it " Shane said, backing away from you, licking his lips. He rests his hands above his head.

"What?" you asked. Looking at shane almost frantic. You knew this was a mistake, hes just horny and alone. Thats all this was. 

Shane just shook his head. Running his hands through his thick dark curls. He’s almost out of breath.

"You have no idea what you have been doing to me " he said. His hands suddenly were all over you. You pressed yourself into his chest. "Shane please " you said into his neck.

Soon as Shane heard that he changed. "Baby, tell me you want this " he said. His voice was low and shaky.

He was not demanding anything. He just really needed to hear it.

Shane touched you where you wanted him to. The fire in your stomach was getting hotter.

"Shane, please do not make me wait, " you said. Your voice was strained. It was like Shane was going to lose it then. "Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t dream of it " he said. Shane pulls you close, putting his hands at the border of your tank top and shorts, yanking your top off in a swift movement. He swooped you up and placed you on the grass. His hands were clumsy roaming all over your body with an eagerness not the usual stoic and precise Shane.

“Sweetheart, can you take your pants off for me?” Shane tilted his head and kissed up your neck, right behind your ear. 

Immediately you unbutton and rip your pants down your legs, you black thong coming off with them, Shane scans you up and down. “Well, ain't that nice.” Shane dips down and runs his tongue down to your peaked nipples, making little circles around and around. 

“Sha-Shane, please touch me.” You beg arching into his mouth, craving any touch he can foster.

“Whatever you want baby” Shane trails his rough hands down to your wet cunt. “How ‘bout that huh? Already so so needy and I just started with you.” You reach your hand down to his rock hard bulge trapped in denim. “Girlie if you dont stop that I might finish this quickly” he chuckles

Shane takes his two longest fingers and plunges them inside of you, hard and fast. Moans and gasps escape you, unable to control any bodily function. “That feel alright?” Shane pumps his hand faster, other hand toying with your nipples.

“Ye-yes Shane. Yes. I want mor-re” It was music to his ears, his beautiful girl under him writhing about. 

“What do you want more of, sweetheart, tell me baby.” He pulls his fingers out achingly slow and pushes them back in even slower. “Shane your cock, I want your cock.” 

“Atta girl” he takes his hand to his own belt and pants to fumble with the buckle and zipper. In that moment Shane could have sworn it took 30 minutes just to pull his pants down.

He instinctively reaches his hands under your waist, flipping you over in one swift motion. “You're gonna be good for me right, sweetheart?” 

“Yes shane” You tease him a little by sticking your ass up, wading side to side rubbing yourself on his exposed cock. He felt a lot bigger than what you had imagined.

During campfires you would see his bulge just asking for you to unveil it. His arms were always exposed, either by rolled up button downs or just t-shirts. The first time you saw him without a shirt on you were sure you might be losing it. After months of being in a new world he still managed to look like that.

“Oh you dont know what im going to do to you’” he whispers in your ear, sliding the tip of his rock-hard cock over your dripping folds. Your untameable moans escape you the second shane fills you with all of his inches, his girth stretching your walls just right. He starts soft and slow letting you adjust and squirm for a second but the millisecond you adjust, Shane loses control and slams into you. 

Beat after beat.

Beat after beat.

“Sh-ane” was all you could muster, Shane grabs your throat and hair pulling your face up, “Sweetheart you like that? Does that make ya feel good?” all the sounds come crashing down at once, the river, your wetness around his cock, his moans combining with yours. All you could 

“Reach your hand back and play with yourself, baby” he commands, releasing your throat and hair allowing you to reach your clit and make little circles. Shane continues with his force slowing down a little. “Im going to cum shane” you squeal overwhelmed with all of it. Shane's unrelenting cock repeatedly pounds into you. 

“Thats good sweetheart, is my cock making you feel good?” All you can manage is moans, a true response would be impossible as Shane just slams into you faster. 

“Baby can you keep touching yourself?”all of it was too much, his cock filling you up and the abuse on your clit, it's a wonder how the camp hasn't heard any of your moans or screams by now. 

Shane is at his peak and so are you by now, both of you guys are sweaty moaning messes. “Okay baby cum now, cum with me baby” he says hot and raspy in your ear and so you do as your told. The burning release that was built up in your stomach is extinguished as you ride out your high on shane. “There you go baby” shane delivers soft bucks until he ultimately pulls out. 

He rolled onto his back beside you, staring up at the darkening sky. "We definitely need to use that soap now, don't we?" he chuckled, extending an arm toward you. You laughed despite yourself and scooted closer, tucking yourself against his side. His arm settled around your shoulders automatically, like it belonged there.

For the first time in months, maybe since all of this started, you felt warm.

Safe.

"I can't believe I let you ambush me like that," you muttered. "We probably missed all of dinner." A pout tugged at your lips as you dropped your full weight against him. Shane huffed a laugh.

"Ambush you?" his eyebrows raised.

"Yes, ambush me."

"Sweetheart, if I remember correctly, you had plenty of opportunities to walk away." You groaned and buried your face against his shirt. "I liked you better when you weren't right."

"That's a lie."

His chest rumbled beneath your cheek as he laughed. The sound made something in your chest ache. Not in a bad way. Just enough to remind you how long it had been since you'd felt anything close to normal.

For a while, neither of you spoke.The river trickled nearby. Crickets chirped in the trees. Camp felt miles away. Shane's hand drifted absentmindedly along your arm.

"You know they're never gonna let me live this down." You lifted your head. "What’re you talkin’ about?" His grin returned. "The second Amy sees us together." Your eyes widened. "Oh my God."

"Mm-hm."

"She is never going to shut up about it."

"Nope."

You groaned again and shoved lightly at his chest. Shane caught your hand before you could pull away. His smile softened. "Hey." The teasing vanished from his voice. You looked up at him. "Yeah?” For a moment, he just looked at you. Like he was making sure you were real. Then he squeezed your hand.

"Glad it was you."