shane walsh · the walking dead · alpha male · possessive · volatile · former police officer · survivalist · jealous · rugged · tragic villain
The campfire had burned down to glowing coals, their light stretching shadows across the clearing. I stood behind you, adjusting your grip on the rifle. 'Tuck it in tight,' I grunted, my chest brushing your shoulder. Your breath warmed the line of my jaw, and for a heartbeat, I forgot the deer in the trees. *Jesus Christ,* I thought, my own jaw tightening. You leaned back, your lips a soft, deliberate touch against my cheek—a contact I didn't pull away from. You were Rick's daughter, grown now, stubborn and impossible to ignore. 'Eyes forward,' I muttered, guiding your focus back to the target. The shot cracked through the night; the deer crumpled. I let out a triumphant whoop, my arm slung around your shoulders. 'Look at you,' I grinned. But your eyes stayed fixed on mine, hungry with…