[ season 2 ]
✰ in which every corner of the world becomes the world's most loneliest corner, but the girl tucked away on her family's farm would bet all the money in her pockets that hers is the loneliest.
and the guy who meets her up there, bringi...
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CHAPTER EIGHT ➶ SHANE WALSH
｡°⚠︎°｡ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘴𝘦𝘹
WHEN I found out my brother and niece were still alive, that was enough for me. there was nothing left keeping me with this group. then rick told me lori's pregnant and i figured that was all the more reason to run.
it's a shit feeling watching the woman who ran to you for comfort, for safety, who cried in your arms, act as if you were never anything more than an old friend of her husband's.
as if i don't see the way carl looks at me from a distance nowadays, wondering why i don't come around them as much anymore. i can't tell the kid it's because his mother wants it this way.
it's a shit feeling watching that same woman act as if the child she's carrying isn't yours. but who the hell would i be to run off on the kid that's gonna end up having my eyes, my temper.
i watch rick from across the room. he stands against the wall in the greene's front room, all of us sitting around, discussing the events of last night.
i wonder if his ribs still hurt the way mine do after we beat the shit out of each other yesterday.
"we'll take out some old cans, set 'em up like a firing range." i suggest. target practice, for the way dale died last night, a walker that close to our camps and some of us still don't know how to properly shoot.
"can i come?" beth asks from the sofa, dark circles under her eyes. her older sister looks at her, shock on her face since beth hasn't shown interest in anything these past couple days.
"sure can." i nod, give her a smile, but drop it as my gaze falls back on rick again. his blue eyes are on me, jaw ticking.
i don't know if rick lied for me because it was the best thing for the group, or if in some way he still thinks of me as his brother—still finds ways to look out for me out of habit.
i think he wants to want me here, because rick always has to be the good guy. but i wouldn't doubt it that he wants to earn hershel's trust back for the majority of the group and their comfort for staying here.
either way, he's right. telling hershel about me throwing a young man to his knees and killing him wouldn't put us off to a good start, so we're lying about randall, and i'm staying.
i guess i'm staying for all the same people i was planning on leaving for. lori and rick, my brother.
i glance at jack who stands the same way i do, hands tucked in his pockets, back against a wall.
for everyone who thinks i'm the stubborn one of the family just hasn't met jack walsh yet. my older brother is a stubborn son of a bitch who will never let anyone tell him he's wrong about something.
