✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒: twd imagines

target practice; shane walsh

(    TARGET PRACTICE.   )
shane x fem!reader

summary:
the reader is having trouble learning
how to shoot a gun. not knowing much
about guns before the apocalypse she
struggled to keep up with the others.
not wanting to be a liability she trains
on the far end of the farm to improve
her aim.

story setting:
hershel's farmhouse
— season 2

warnings:
mild cursing, bald people,
( and for the love of god don't
look up sexy mole rats. )

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you could feel your heart racing in your chest. your eyes narrowed at the red and white circle as you gripped the pistol in your hands. you brought it to eye level and squinted, not wanting to waste another round of bullets.

it was hard to concentrate with your shaky hands messing up the shot. this was it, you needed to prove yourself to the group, you needed to prove your usefulness. you took a deep breath, calming your nerves and allowing your hands to become less shaken. this was it, you could feel it in your gut.

thats when a snapping sound hit your ear. your quick reaction time allowed you to pivot on one foot and aim your gun where the noise had come from. your trigger finger was ready, though who showed up made you unsure if you should still shoot.

"dammit shane." you cursed under your breath. as he walked out into the open, ruining your perfect shot. the thought of still shooting him and saying it was an accident was still an option. you let out an annoyed sigh and lowered your weapon. "holy shit, what the hell happened to your hair." you giggled at the sight of the almost bald man.

"what, don't like it?" he asked, rubbing his hand over his hairless head. you kept a relatively straight face, with a small smile curving the ends of your lips as you struggled to keep your composure.

you shrugged. "i liked your hair longer it made you look hot, now you just look like a sexy mole rat." you said with a grin on your lips. once you rested your case, you soon realized how off track you had become. hoping if you just ignored him he would go away, you focused back on the target.

you put the gun up to eye level once more. trying to calm yourself down before taking the shot. the bullet made a loud bang sound as it hit the outer rim of the target. you let out a disappointed sigh, with that shit aim the only thing you'd be hitting was a stump or a tree.

"ya need some help?" shane asked, you could already see his cocky grin from the corner of your eye. it was obvious that he was way better at using a gun than you were. he was a police officer, of course he would outshine you at most things. but your thoughts flooded with jabbing comments and mocking tones.

"i know what i'm doing, just leave me be." you snapped. though he was only trying to help, this was something you needed to do alone. to prove to yourself that you were good enough to stick with this group.

you held the firearm up once more, narrowing your eyes at the candy cane colored target. calming your breathing and lightly pushing down on the trigger before his voice flooded your ears. "nah you don't, you're holdin' it wrong." he said.

you dropped the gun to your side and shot an irritated glare in his direction. he walked over to you and started to coach you through the process. you did as he instructed and once again point the gun at the target. "like this." he says, reaching around your body, he adjusts your aim so that it was right where he wanted it.

you could feel his muscular torso pressing up against your notably smaller frame. your breath hitched as you felt hot puffs of breath brush against your ear. you could have told him off like you normally would have, but something about this situation made the words disappear in your head.

"now," he ordered, and without another word you obeyed. letting the bullet free from its locked away chamber and into the dead center of the target. a small amount of joy lit up in your orbs after seeing that you actually hit the bull's eye.

"nice, now how 'bout that walker," he said, motioning to the sunken eyed crusty old man that hobbled from the dense forest. you followed shanes instructions to a T, not allowing any room for mess ups. as the corpse wobbled over to where the two of you stood, you let the bullet fly free and straight into its cranium.

without thinking you jumped into his arms as a happy teenage girl would to her friends. your arms wrapped around him before realizing your mistake. shane wasn't your friend, nor was he your buddy, he was just some dude who happened to help you out a few times. you awkwardly backed off him.

"sorry, it's just that was my first walker kill and-" "i knew you could do it." he said with a soft smile. he didn't mock you or criticize you in any way, he genuinely seemed proud that you were able to get your first kill with a gun.

"need any more pointers, you know where to find me," he said before turning his back to you. you watched as he walked back to the farmhouse you and a few other survivors had been staying in. for some reason you felt bad for thinking badly of shane, just maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all.

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