The Walking Dead Preferences/Imagines

Not A Kid (Shane)

Credit To: JustRamblinOn

"Really?" there's a hint of amusement in the word, his lips turning upwards at the revelation before he gives a shrug, "Wouldn't have guessed."

"Thanks," you scoff sarcastically, "good to know I give off the impression that I'm easy." Shane barks a laugh at that, knowing full well you were teasing him.

"No, I just mean that most kids your age have already done it," Shane begins, not noticing the annoyance that clenches your jaw at the term he uses to describe you.

"I'm hardly a kid," you huff, a pause before, "and maybe I'm just waiting around for someone in particular." That catches his interest, stopping his walking through the wooded area.

He didn't seem too concerned that he was delaying your run for supplies when he asks, "Is this guy anyone I know?" A hand runs through his dark hair, pushing back the tendrils that had matted to his forehead with sweat from the heat of the summer.

Your eyes widen at his question, your answer coming out too quickly to be believable as you push past him and continue your trek, "No!"

"Aw, come on, there's like, what, ten guys left alive nowadays, and five of them are in our camp!" Shane teases, following on after you, "I'm gonna' start counting them down if you don't tell me. I'll figure it out; I am a cop, after all."

"Don't you mean, 'were a cop?'" you shoot, hoping to change the subject, but he doesn't let up.

"Is it Glenn? No? Daryl? Oh, don't tell me it's Merle!" his laughter mingles with your own when you give him a slight punch in the shoulder at that.

"Of course not!" you were sure you looked as embarrassed as could be, but Shane doesn't stop his joking.

"Hey, if it's Rick, sorry to tell you this, but he's a married man—"

"It's not Rick!" with a roll of your eyes, you push through the trees again, hearing the crunch of his boots behind you.

"Okay, okay. So, not Rick. Wow, who knew you were into older men?" your heart skips a beat at that, before his serious tone erupts into laughter, "Dale is gonna' have a heart attack!"

"Oh my god! Shane, no!" turning on your heel, he nearly runs into you with how close he was following, "It's not Glenn, or Daryl, or Merle, or Rick, or Dale!" Shane was grinning down at you, and before you know it, you're blurting out the truth, "It's you! Okay? I want you to be my first!"

His mouth goes slightly agape at the confession, eyes widening a fraction as his brows raise in shock. Part of you immediately regrets telling him. Was it really that unbelievable that you wanted it to be him?

"Forget I said anything!" you add quickly after, cursing yourself as you turn and stalk off towards the final clearing of the trees, giving a quick glance to ensure there were no walkers around before heading towards the abandoned home your group had been raiding for the last few days.

"Hey, hey! Wait!" you hear him as he rushes after you, his voice keeping as low as he could so as to not attract the dead. You make it just inside the open garage when he reaches you, his hand gripping at your arm to halt your advance, and turning you to face him, "I just... I was surprised, is all."

"Yeah, well, don't be."

"Look, you're just a kid."

"I'm not a kid, Shane!"

"Okay, you're just barely not a kid," he corrects, which only makes your cheeks flame with anger. You have half a mind to finish this run yourself when he keeps you firmly rooted to your spot with, "You don't think I'm too old for you?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" you look at him, unamused. "Do you think I'd tell you that I want you if I thought that?"

"I just don't want you to regret it," Shane begins, his gaze flicking down to your lips, and suddenly you realize just how close he was holding you to him. Your heart skips a beat, and you think that's a hint of a dare in his tone when he adds, "Get inside the house."

"Why?" you dare to ask.

He leans closer, cornering you between him and the garage wall, "Because I don't want the walkers to hear if I make you scream."