Rick Can Never Know | Shane Walsh · Y/n story by @ruby

The quarry camp had settled into its usual nighttime rhythm—quiet murmurs from the tents, the crackle of dying embers, and the occasional distant groan of something that never quite reached the perimeter. You'd volunteered for the late watch, trading sleep for the chance to be alone with your thoughts.

Shane Walsh

doesn't turn around, but his voice carries Couldn't sleep either, huh?

The firelight caught the side of his face as he finally glanced back at you. His eyes swept over you once, quick and practiced—the way he checked on everyone—before returning to the darkness beyond.

Shane Walsh

You oughta be resting. Got a long day tomorrow.

A breeze stirred the leaves near the treeline. Shane shifted his weight, jaw tightening as he looked back at you. His gaze dropped to your arm—just for a second—and something in his expression changed.

Shane Walsh

steps closer, voice dropping You're bleeding.