In the cold light of day

((indie RP blog for Shane Walsh from The Walking Dead.
Will RP with anyone. ))
Times Like These-Rick&Shane-HIGH SCHOOL AU

notthegoodgrimes:

His eyes followed the door as it opened and settled on Ana once she appeared there on the other side. Her hair dampened by shower water and her eyes filled with the soft smile that was on her lips. God, she was beautiful. Possibly the epitome of what a woman should be. And Rick got the strange feeling that whenever she looked at him like she was dependent on him. That was a strange thought considering he had never had someone dependent on him before.

They spoke their greetings and she let him inside. It was a brief moment that made him forget what was waiting for him off at the cabin. This Summer could be salvaged was what his insides were saying. It could be saved if he turned out that door and went off to meet Shane.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to be the one to always grovel and give in. Why should he?

Was he just being childish?

In the dark she seemed to cling to him. He could smell the gentle caress of perfume coming from her, the softness of her arms as she held onto him while he checked in the electrical box. Everything seemed in tune and he just had to do a little tweaking to fix the problem.

Once the problem was fixed Ana invited him to have a drink with her. They could just sit there and talk until it became too late and he would have to go on home. What home was there to go back to?

They stood in the kitchen, he watched her while she looked inside the fridge for something to drink but it didn’t seem like anything was in there.

"Mr. Walsh coming home?" He asked because there wasn’t much else for him to say. He felt nervous and he didn’t even know why. The only response that he got was a laugh. one that didn’t explain her answer.

She set the beer down on the counter as her eyes slowly lifted to his. “This alright?” She asked as her hand inched towards his, a gentle caress of her touch as his breath seemed to hold in his chest. She wasn’t asking about the beer, no she was asking about the boundaries being crossed.

Swallowing down harshly he didn’t find the will to move from her. His eyes held hers, nothing was spoken even as she moved towards him, closing the space between them. Her breasts were softly pressed against his chest, her breath was whispering up to him as her hand lifted and touched to the back of his neck. He didn’t move, couldn’t reject her as she brought him down closer to her. Her lips found his and caressed across them, drinking in the breath that escaped him. She kissed him softly, intoxication and need dwelling there between them. His eyes closed, his hand moved to rest on the small of her back, bringing her close against him. The kiss was deepened, her other hand traveled down to the hem of his shirt, fingertips caressing to the skin she found there.

The phone ringing broke them apart and his arm released her. She stood there silently begging him to continue but the machine beeped and Shane’s dad spoke over the tone. She stared at him before hurriedly walking towards it, her hand lifted to gesture for him to stay as she spoke into the phone.

Rick stood there wondering what the right thing was. He knew what he wanted to do but what should he do was another story. Moving towards her he grabbed her hand, leaning down to whisper a kiss to her palm drawing a small sigh from her lips.

"I’m sorry." He whispered, catching her eyes when they shot to him but he didn’t stay, he couldn’t.

He slipped out the house and headed off down the driveway to his car, his heart racing in his chest.

Sitting up he looked at Sam there in the door way. She looked pretty good in that cut off shirt and jeans, her lips moist from whatever she was drinking, her hair let down, looked like she had just rolled out of bed. He liked the way she looked. Another beer in he thought he might be liking the way she felt.

Standing up he moved towards her, knowing full well he shouldn’t. Because she was gonna try something. Any chance she got when Rick wasn’t around she did. And she hadn’t been around Rick a lot lately. Shane had seen her out a lot and alone. Alone meaning with a few other girls and she had had eyes for every guy in the room because they all had eyes for her. Sam was a real nice looking girl he supposed she couldn’t help herself.

And Rick was always so dutiful. A little white Pickett fence and two kids, the all American dream. Something nice, something real quaint. Shane had known all along that Sam wasn’t the all American girl. Rick was blind, he was an idiot.

So here she was. This was what fit her.What she wanted. Girls like her didn’t want the good guys. They wanted the ones that screwed her until morning and then left. It wasn’t a pity or nothing like that. Girls like Sam just knew what they deserved. And she wasn’t the sort of girl that would look good with a ring on her finger. That would make her lose her allure.

"He tell you that?" he asked, leaning with his arm on the door post. And she was real close now as she looked up at him. She smelled of beer, perfume, cigarettes, and sweat. It sure was hot as hell in this little place, as cramped up as it was. It never was like this before. It was always just a couple of them. But Rick wasn’t here to keep a leash on things. Sam looked pretty damned glad for that. Was he? He didn’t even want to think about what he was thinking. Because Rick was pretty much out of his head now. His head was where he was looking, at the tanned exposed skin of her stomach, her jeans rested on her hips, playing peek a boo with the rose tattoo she had there. But of course Shane knew just what it was, what color and how it looked.

"Pretty much." she said with a small nonchalant shrug. "And if you ask me I’m glad." And then she was moving pass him and into the room. She set herself down on the bed and smiled up at him. "He doesn’t know how to have a good time."

Shane let out a small laugh. “He’s just too mature.” he said, lifting the beer to his lips as he rested back against the door, shutting it.

Violent Inside- Rick+Shane-Evil!Au

notthegoodgrimes:

Shane was acting impulsively and that, alone, was the worst thing that anyone could do. That was what messed things up and made them spiral downward until they wouldn’t have a grip on them anymore. Tonight was going to be a disaster and if Shane wanted to play his way, then he could sweep up the mess by himself too

Rick caught the glare of light reflecting off the blade of the knife as he followed behind them. The stairs were a bitch to climb, winding and winding but Rick’s eyes were locked on the knife in Shane’s hand.

This wasn’t the way things were planned.

Finally they made it to the room and Shane pushed the woman forward inside, she fell on the ground. And she looked up at him, hurt. Almost like he might’ve betrayed her or something. Like they had known each other. But they didn’t. And he was sure as hell glad for that. No one needed friends like these rich sons of bitches.

He turned to look at Rick, holding the knife up now so he could catch sight of it. “Listen here, Rick, we gotta start changing things up from now on. I’m tired of all that follow the leader bull shit, you hear?”

notthegoodgrimes asked: "I see you there"

notthegoodgrimes:

reverendshanex:

"I wasn’t hidin’ or somethin’."

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"Yeah, yeah keep lying to yourself."

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"conceited piece of shit. no."

notthegoodgrimes asked: "I see you there"

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reverendshanex:

"I wasn’t hidin’ or somethin’."

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"Y’sure ‘bout that? That why you’re always ‘round when I come calling?"

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"pity, rick, the answer to that is pity."

notthegoodgrimes asked: "I see you there"

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reverendshanex:

"I wasn’t hidin’ or somethin’."

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"Y’sure about that? Would have no one to take y’out drinking most nights then."

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"I know a lot of people, man. Got a lotta friends, y’know?"

notthegoodgrimes asked: "I see you there"

notthegoodgrimes:

reverendshanex:

"I wasn’t hidin’ or somethin’."

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"You’re just saying that ‘cause y’want it to be true, man."

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"no, man, i’d rather get rid of you."

notthegoodgrimes asked: "I see you there"

notthegoodgrimes:

reverendshanex:

"I wasn’t hidin’ or somethin’."

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"Why y’always gotta say that? Ain’t like I’m always ‘round."

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"You’re so clingy. Can’t catch a break."

notthegoodgrimes asked: "I see you there"

notthegoodgrimes:

reverendshanex:

"I wasn’t hidin’ or somethin’."

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"Sure could’ve fooled me, man."

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"Y’know I only hide because you’re a damned stalker."

notthegoodgrimes asked: "I see you there"

"I wasn’t hidin’ or somethin’."

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Times Like These-Rick&Shane-HIGH SCHOOL AU

notthegoodgrimes:

The day drew on and on. He stared at the clock on the wall, eyes following the hands closely as they ticked away the minutes. One minute and then another and then another as the day began to wear on. He could hear Samantha in the other room, giggling softly on the phone. Rick hated the sound of it, hated how it used to lift his spirits and make him feel all kinds of better. Well not anymore.

He thought of Shane briefly. Had he heard that exact same giggle? Had he smiled and pushed his hand back through her hair while she smiled down at him, moving against him with such determination to pleasure him?

His stomach twisted just thinking of it and he knew that he shouldn’t be thinking of it. This was the Summer, Police Academy would be starting soon and everything was falling into place. He was supposed to be going on out to the cabin but why wasn’t he driving off there yet?

Samantha came out, carrying her suitcase packed up for the weekend and her eyes shot to him in a cold stare. “I’ll be back.” She muttered before disappearing out the door and not giving another word.

Rick just stared and stared until the light outside faded and knowing that Shane was waiting for him no longer mattered. His phone rang beside him and he slowly, numbly looked at it. Ana’s number flashed on there and he eyed it briefly. It could have been Shane. But why would-

Before he even let his mind conjure up a thought he brought the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He answered, voice low and nearly mumbled. One would have thought he was drank.

"Rick? It’s Ana."

That voice was on the other end and a wave washed through him. She sounded so sweet, something soothing. Why couldn’t he have that feeling?

"Hey, is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes, I just- well- I just…..the power’s out." A pause. "Could you help me with the electrical box?"

He swallowed down. It didn’t sound like the usual ask for help but anything coming from her didn’t sound ordinary. He was tired from sitting here all day and he didn’t want to waste away. He didn’t want to see Shane, couldn’t bear to.

"Sure I’ll be there in a few minutes." He assured before they both hung up and he dragged himself off the couch and out towards the front door.


Summer was a long break away from the world, away from responsibility. His mom didn’t give a damn where he’d be for the weekend. She only asked one thing. Was Rick going? his moms interest in Rick was a little strange. He tried to block it from his head but couldn’t quit the unsettling thought. Why was she always going on about him? And what would his dad get to thinking if he ever caught wind of it?

He sat up in the room, listening to the people crowd in. He wasn’t feeling up to any of this. But he thought it might do some good, it might be okay. Things between he and Rick hadn’t been so good of late. Nothing was ever said. But he knew better than to think that all was forgotten.

It was a about a girl. Yeah, those sorta things were hard to ignore. And Rick, stupid guy he was, loved the hell outta Sam. Didn’t matter none what anyone said about her. He stayed with her. He wondered when Rick was gonna grow a pair and tell her he was finished.

That wasn’t gonna be coming anytime soon. So he didn’t think much on it. He didn’t want to side track his mind from focusing on getting his shit together and going to the academy. He had actually gotten a call from his old man, saying he sure was proud. That was an event to mark in the calendar. Making his old man proud, what a feat. Something Rick was used to, no doubt. He had even made up for that one screw up. What the hell was one screw up in the midst of 18 years of doing good, right?

The weekend oughta be a good time though/ Things might be okay with him and Rick after these few days. He was looking for some kinda mending. And he hoped this was it. He hoped that this was gonna work out.

But he wasn’t here yet. They were all starting without the two of them. But Shane was already a few beers too many in and he didn’t think that he was willing to go down stairs no more.

There was a knock on the door. And he figured it had to be Rick. Who else? But when he muttered for him to come in it wasn’t him. It was Sam, last person he wanted to see really. She was leaning on the door post, smiling a little. “I don’t think Rick’s coming.”