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I’m not necessarily new to Sharyl (I went through the tag binging once last year,) but I just went back to re-read some stuff and can I just say how amazing @higgystar is?
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“I ain’t gonna kneel.” “Not yet.”
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Drabbles night? What about Lycan unit little drabble? Daryl and the guys meeting at his beginning of working for the police, dwight being a dick to him but Shane stand up for him and daryl trying to prove he doesnt need no help because "he aint nobody's bitch. " and shane being irritated by how stubborn daryl is?
The station smells of leather, gunpowder, and processed human snack food. It’s so cage like, with too many walls, too many doors, too many people. It’s a small station, that’s what Shane and Rick tell him, because better to attempt a Lycan Unit in a small out of the way place and let it fail, than to try it somewhere with meaning. Doesn’t mean he’s gotten it easy though, because he can feel all eyes on him as they walk through the doors on his first day. Rick and Shane are there beside him, his own personal escort to ensure he behaves accordingly. There is no escape, he’s come too far to back down now. Besides what choice did he have? Running wouldn’t solve anything, he’d be hunted down, put down and probably left as a warning to others. No, here he was and he had to make it work. Officer Dixon reporting for duty and all that. If he could shift he would, because right now the nerves and worry are eating away at him. Human life is so very strange still, and living the past few weeks with Shane hasn’t acclimatised him to it anywhere near as much as he’d thought it would. One human alone in one house is something completely different to being surrounded by them in a building with weapons. Still, he could do this. He has to do this. It was this or the pound. Daryl can smell the fear, the curiosity, the anger, and the trepidation that follows him as he follows Shane through to the locker room. The two humans act so casual, chatting about human bull crap, clearly trying to pass this off as nothing but a normal day when it’s anything but. He huffs through his nose, lingering nearby, because maybe he didn’t trust them, but he knew them better than the others here. “This is your locker.” Rick points out to him, the battered one next to Shane’s and his own. As if he has a need for a locker at all, as if he has any possessions that needs to be stored away. “Your vest should be in there ready for you to go.”They look like they’re waiting for him to follow their lead, and though they’re both trying to mask it he can smell that their pair of them as nervous about today too. Running his fingers through his hair, Daryl huffs again, wishing to get this all over with. Yanking open the locker door, Daryl isn’t expecting anything, so having something fall to the floor at his feet makes him back off a little in wariness. Crouching down he braces himself on the floor, leaning down to sniff at it cautiously, growling a little at the tang of leather and metal that fills his nose.Behind them someone laughs from the doorway, a harsh sound that makes his ears twitch and wish to prick towards it. Spinning on his heel he faces the potential threat, not willing to have his back turned to him. The man is greasy, tall, thin, with a shrew like face and a stench of pure resentment echoing off of him. Nudging at the item on the floor, Daryl is aware the gift was clearly left by this man. A collar, with muzzle attached. Heavy duty, buckles and leather criss crossing all over, clearly made to restrain and hold against a powerful canine. Before he realises it he’s growling, a low noise rumbling from his chest, filling him completely with a noise that is just pure wolf through and through. It echoes in the locker room, makes him feel bigger, makes his anger surround him until he’s glaring at the figure in the doorway, clenching his fists and trying to fight to urge to just shift and really make him back down. For what it’s worth, the intruder stinks of worry now, watching him intently, fear beginning to leak from his pores. “Walsh you might wanna use that gift on your bitch…”“Shut the hell up Dwight.” Shane snaps, looking furious and stepping in front of Daryl. Like he needs shielding, like he’s a pup in need of protection and not a fully grown wolf that could kill all of them in a second if he really wanted. “Take your little gift back to whatever side alley sex shop you got it from.”Daryl really does snort at that, snatching up the collar and muzzle, feeling the heavy weight of the substantial piece in his grip before he moves. He doesn’t walk around Shane, so much as walk through him, proving his strength before he even reaches Dwight. The urge to shift is pulsing through him, but he’s not in his world now. Now he’s in the human world, and if he’s going to get through this he can’t just rely on fur, fangs and fighting to get by. The growl continues through his throat, surrounding him as he gets into Dwight’s personal space.Winding the leather around his fingers, he doesn’t look away from meeting the human’s gaze as he pulls it, lets the tension show in the material as it begins to strain, begins to stretch and finally snap in his grasp. He’s not even trying, not putting a lot of effort into destroying the muzzle and leash, where it would have taken a lot of strength for a human to manage it. Letting the pieces drop to Dwight’s feet, Daryl lunges forward, bracing himself on the doorway beside the human and deliberately not touching him as he leans in with a growl.The stench of fear soaks through him, and he can see the minor trembling in Dwight’s fingers as he leans in, getting closer, far too close by human standards, to sniff at him. Baring his teeth he makes sure the human can see how his canines remain pointed as he breathes in his scent, letting the growl continue before he pulls away. Snorting a little he shakes himself, pulling himself out of the moment to huff.“You smell of loneliness, powdered sugar, and manufactured lubricant. But of no other human.” Sniffing again he checks before clarifying himself. “Not for at least 6 months.” Huffing a little he moves out of Dwight’s space, moving back to his locker, copying the motions of Shane and Rick as he pulls out his vest and lets the fabric sit heavy in his hands. It’s not a fight, not a bite, not an attack or anything that could get him in trouble, but it works. Dwight stammers out noises, but leaves quickly, letting Daryl huff in annoyance as he begins trying to figure out how to put on the new item of human clothing. Fingers reach out to try and help and he growls at them, glancing up to meet Shane’s gaze in annoyance. “I am not some pup, nor bitch that needs defending.” He growls, because even if he’s stuck here in the human world, he’s still all wolf and able to defend himself. He ain’t nobody’s bitch.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Shane Walsh, Lori Grimes/Rick Grimes Characters: Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh, Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes Additional Tags: Oneshot, Fluff, Humour, flangst Summary: Rick stumbles upon something strange, and Daryl has a story to tell Shane.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Shane Walsh Characters: Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh Additional Tags: Fights, Making Up, Established Relationship, One Shot, Shane is a douche sometimes, But he’s trying, Merle Dixon (mentioned) - Freeform, Alternate Universe - No Zombie Apocalypse Summary: Shane’s got a big mouth, and Daryl is pissed.
Source: archiveofourown.org
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Why after several seasons have I suddenly decided shipping Sharyl is a great idea?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ welcome to the dark side
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what shane and daryl from wod au are doing right now?:з
“Do I want to know why you’re covered in fur?” He has to ask, because when you’re more used to finding your other half covered in congealing walker blood, finding fur instead is intriguing. Reaching out Shane dusts off Daryl’s shirt, watching as the strands of orange and white fall to the floor beneath them.
Daryl huffs, pretends not to like having Shane in his space, but they both know it’s bull shit. “Been tending to the tiger. Can’t leave the walls to hunt, or be too out in the open in case they’ve got eyes on us here.” And Shane can see how it’s slowly killing Daryl to be cooped up, to be caged, to be restricted from providing and protecting. He’s tense, always so damned tense whenever Shane gets the go ahead to visit during supply swaps or negotiations, and Shane hates seeing him always so stressed. So he dusts him off, runs his hands over Daryl’s chest and feels something inside of himself find relief at feeling the strong thud of his heart there.
“Figures. You’re so in touch with nature and animals that you’re practically a Disney princess.” Shane chuckles. There is the tiniest of smirks on the corner of Daryl’s mouth, the tiniest hint of humour, of the man that Shane knows so damned well these days. But there is also the tiredness in his eyes, the same longing there that Shane feels whenever they’re apart. “Judy misses you.”
“I miss her too. And Carl. And Rick. And everyone else there.” Daryl sounds so defeated, even if Shane knows he’s stronger than ever, it doesn’t mean his other half feels it. When their eyes meet, he can feel it. He can feel the stress, the upset, the complete longing that resides inside Daryl right now. “I miss home.” And when Daryl presses against him, arms around his neck, lips pressed against his own, pleading for an anchor in the sea of unknown that surrounds them; Shane can feel the words Daryl has left unsaid.
I miss you.
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Make This Easy For Me
“Make this easy for me, Daryl. Tell me you never loved me. Tell me when you looked me in the eye you never felt anything. Nothing at all. Tell me that even when I held you close and ran my hands over your back, even when I was buried inside of you, even when I risked my life to save you, that you never loved me. Even if part of it is a lie. Tell me. Make this easier for both of us. Make it easier for me. Tell me whenever I held you at night it never made you feel safe, that it made your skin crawl and every time I kissed you it made you sick. That every smile and laugh was fake and pained and that our jokes never meant anything. That I never meant anything. That every gentle touch and loving phrase and action that passed between us was a lie. Words fabricated by petty emotions and a need to be touched. That all I was, was a warm body for your bed.
Make this easy for me.”, Shane muttered into the night, breath unfurling in the chilled air in a puff of vapor before disappearing like the light in his eyes had.
They didn’t twinkle anymore. The mischief and child like warmth was gone. They were empty now. Cold like the snow that collected on his shoulders. Lifeless and his posture was tense, but feeble, as if his next breath would break him and for a moment both Rick and Daryl were stunned to silence. Never before had they seen this bullheaded man so vulnerable. He looked ready to crumble before them into a heap. Like he was holding himself up with sheer will. Rick nearly flinched at the smell of whiskey on his ex-partners breath, but he knew Shane wasn’t drunk. Not at all. He was completely sober and serious and a shell of himself, the words echoing through him like they had no real substance.
“Make this easy for me.”, Shane murmured again, weaker this time, hushed and pleading, a tone neither of the other men had ever heard and guilt tore it’s way through both. Shane’s blank gaze shifted from Daryl to Rick slowly and a frown etched it’s way into his features. “You…You were…My brother. My family, man…Why did…Why did you have to take everything from me, again? Are you..Are you trying to prove something. First the family, then Lori, then…Then Carl, now..Now him…And-….Guess my dad was right, huh? Never was shit compared to you..”, he continued, hushed and dazed and he lifted the whiskey bottle back to his lips swigging a few gulps down before lowering it and sucking in a breath at the burn.
Rick tried to swallow around the dryness of his throat, finding himself unable to form a reply. Shane didn’t let him anyway, straightening and shifting about the porch like he was weighted down by the world and fighting to keep himself up. “Always had the perfect family. Then married the prettiest dame in school. Head of the baseball team. Homecoming king. Sheriff’s son. Mother was the best cook in town and the sweetest ole’ gal. Best in the academy. Had a wonderful kid and then another. Now, you’ve got the most amazing man I’ve ever met in my life. Shit, brother. Always showin’ me up. Always better. Might as well of left me with my dad. Man woulda killed me eventually. Just know it. That man hated me. Hated me the moment I first started screamin’. Always told me you were too good to me. Should of listened.”, he spoke, more towards the sky then the two forms looming in the doorway.
Rick felt a cold dread wash over him, an icy sensation in his bones that had nothing to do with the falling snow.
“I always knew, though. Deep down..I knew you’d…You’d get tired of me. You too, Daryl. Just knew it. Even Ma knew I was a good for nothing piece of shit. Guess I just thought….Nothing…Didn’t think nothing…Doesn’t matter now. Doesn’t matter.”, he trailed off, face tilting up to gaze at the moon, though his shoulders shook in a way that was less fighting off cold and more fighting off tears. He took his other hand out of his pocket and spun the little box there around in his fingers for a moment.
He looked at it for a long time before placing it gently on the railing next to him, fingers brushing over it as if it were made of glass. “Make this easy for me..”, he whispered into the air, voice shaking as tears began visibly dropping to make a soft ‘plop’ against the wood of the porch. Daryl shook with the realization of what the object was and the Rick went stiff at the sound of clinking metal and watched as the chain was lowered to rest over the box. “Make this easy.”
The couple sat there for a long time, watching Shane drink from his bottle and amble through the snow and down the street aimlessly as the number 22 glinted in the moonlight at them, a sight that left dread in their guts.
Shane didn’t show up for work the next day.
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Make This Hard For Me (Exclusively Sharyl Add-On To Make This Easy For Me)
The last thing Shane had expected was for Daryl to be standing on his fucking porch at three in the morning smoking a cigarette, looking pretty bent over the railing and shrouded in soft moonlight that made the snow caught in his hair glimmer. The very sight made Shane’s chest ache with longing and bitterness for the hunter. He’d only come out in the first place to explore the rumble of a motorcycle in his front yard, having fully expected it to be Abraham coming to check on him again. The man glance back a him, looking him slowly up and down before straightening and releasing the smoke that had collected in his lungs and snuffing out the remainder of the cigarette into the ashtray at his side. The ashtray was his anyway, Shane just hadn’t gotten enough will in him yet to throw the thing out. He hadn’t had it in him to throw much of any of Daryl’s things out. They were all still in place from the night the archer had left. A constant reminder of his place once long ago in Shane’s life.
Shane felt his throat go dry and nervously shifted from foot to foot, not knowing whether to slam the door in his ex-boyfriends face or invite him in. He supposed the latter would be more professional, would earn him an explanation and maybe a shot at finally getting some closure, but with Daryl giving him that assessing, narrow-eyed look, he wasn’t so sure it would exactly benefit his health.
“Gonna let me in, Walsh? Or, ya just plan on starin’ at me like I’m the ghost’a Christmas past?”, Daryl muttered lowly, moving steadily closer to him. Shane felt himself struggle for breath for a moment before he tore his eyes away and nodded, stepping back to open the door a bit wider, suddenly feeling distinctly self conscious of his bottle of brandy on the end table where he’d been sitting watching whatever decided to come on the T.V.
Daryl glanced at it, but instead of looking disappointed, looked more guilty, lightly lifting it up to gaze at it’s almost empty contents before setting it down with care against the flimsy wood. Shane wanted to say something, justify himself, but he stayed quiet, unable to speak around the dryness of his throat and the knot in his chest. He just silently watched Daryl mosey about the living room, observing things like he was reevaluating something he’d forgotten. The thought made the knot in Shane’s chest coil tighter and his stomach swim with nausea. When Daryl finally paused in his exploration and moved towards him, Shane was so high strung he moved back against the door by the time he was close enough to touch.
“Easy, now…Easy..”, the hunter breathed, low and soothing, like he was trying to approach a spooked horse. He held his hands out in a none threatening gesture before moving to grasp the back of Shane’s neck, keeping every movement slow and predictable as he guided the taller down so their foreheads could touch. The action made Shane whined softly in the back of his throat and slump forward into the motion, hands coming up finally to grasp Daryl’s biceps, drawing him closer.
As pissed and broken up as he was about the situation, he’d been desperately craving this. Not just the comfort, but Daryl altogether. His warm touch and his smell and the sensation of his strong, lithe frame under his palms and those firm, work calloused hands that knew exactly what to do, sure and confident as they stroked down Shane’s chest to grasp his waist. They stood like that for a long time, silent and pressed close, foreheads set together in a familiar act of comfort they both needed. It was only when Daryl dipping his head down and to the side that Shane spoke, weak and quiet and pleading.
“Daryl…Please…Just…”, he didn’t have time to finish, because just as he began speaking Daryl shot forward, spurred by the pleading tone and quick as a cobra going in for the kill. A stinging bite that spread venom like blood, infected the prey slowly until it fell against its power. Were rendered weak and helpless under it’s coils and teeth. A bite so sweet it had Shane whimpering weakly against the archer’s mouth, melting into the touch without hesitance, overcome by the taste of bittersweet venom and cigarettes. One that burned his lungs and left him helpless to the man before him.
They kissed furiously, both desperate and hurt and angry to some degree. Kissed like they wanted to break one another, Daryl fueled by crippling guilt and Shane by grief and both overcome by desperation. Desperation for things to go back to the way they were. Back when they would lounge on the couch together and watch stupid soap operas and laugh a commercials and make out during movies because they’d get bored with the predictable plot. Back when they’d curl up in bed together and point out shapes on the ceiling or sometimes just lay there and listen to each other’s breathing, be comforted by their presence. Back when they’d get up at the ass crack of dawn and shower together before making breakfast and going about their day.
Shane wasn’t sure who started moving first, but they began shuffling back, Daryl relying on Shane to guide him as he stepped back in an uncharacteristically clumsy fashion, too distracted by their fighting tongues to pay attention to their surroundings. They managed to break apart long enough for Daryl to drop back onto the couch and Shane to get situated above him before they were kissing hungrily again, pawing at one another’s clothes enough to at least get a little skin on skin contact. Shane mouth detached from Daryl’s to mouth down his jaw, lapping lightly at the soft scruff there before biting down roughly on the man’s neck, hard enough to have him yelping and sharply pulling at his hair. “The fuck Shane.”, he growled lowly, only to gasp when Shane suckled the already bruising skin.
“Shut the fuck up, Dixon.”, Shane snapped back, but the harsh words packed little heat as Shane soothed the mark in a way that can only be described as loving. “Just…Shut up.”
That request was weaker, less bark altogether, like he was trying to convince himself he was the one in charge of the situation. They both knew he wasn’t, though. That, even despite the fact Daryl would do anything he wanted at the moment, Daryl was in charge. He was the one to initiate. The one to come over in the first place. All of the cards were in Daryl’s hand at the moment, but they both allowed Shane to believe he was steering for his own sake. Between them, Daryl had always lead. And, they both knew full and well Shane would bend over backwards to meet his will, but neither said a word. Allowed the game of cat and mouse to continue, Tom and Jerry style. As they always had.
Shane knew how Daryl ticked. Had always known. Knew from the start what he was getting in to. Daryl was a free man. A stallion that had yet to be broken in, and he’d known, deep down, that their venture into domesticity would only last for so long. Daryl never functioned well under family standards. He thrived off chaos. The chaos and disruption he was raised under. It was engrained within him. Some strand of his DNA infected with his father’s genes. Some hereditary flaw that made him self destructive and uneasy within domestic standards. Shane knew good and damn well Daryl would get tired of playing house. But, their life had become something simple, they weren’t kids anymore and there was no thrill. Nothing to do that made you feel bad and dirty and gave you that sweet rush of adrenaline that didn’t involve breaking the law.
Except cheating. And, Daryl had gotten his taste of that. And, it appeared he hadn’t like the burn it brought to his throat or the guilt that followed getting caught. He hadn’t appeared so guilty the moment Shane walked in on Rick fucking him against the wall. Probably got him off in all honesty. The thrill of bring caught. A sweet shot of that adrenaline he was oh-so addicted to. But, the detox was harsher then he’d anticipated apparently. He’d lasted all of a month maybe, which was a record for him. Normally it was at least three. He’d fall off the radar and appear again out of nowhere with just a phone call and a simple ‘see ya in ten’ or ‘I’m by Finnigan’s come pick me up’. And, perhaps Shane had thought he was getting used to the stallion that was Daryl Dixon, but every time he found a new way to get a taste of that sweet rush Shane found himself more empty then before, caught in this dizzying mantra of senseless repetition.
Shane sighed weakly and pulled back to look at the man, so akin to a ghost. Something that would haunt him when away and slip through his fingers like silk when here. Those stormy blues peeked up at him, narrowed and vigilant as ever, following the larger man’s movements with the same concentration he used when studying deer tracks. Shane felt his stomach roll again and he dropped his head to Daryl’s chest, shifting the male so he could properly hold him, burying his face in his neck and fisting his shirt. Daryl remained still for a moment before he curled his arms around Shane in return, stroking a hand over his back and keeping the other in his hair.
“…Sssh..Easy, Walsh…Ain’t goin’ nowhere…”, he muttered using that same tone, like Shane was some kind of hurt dog that needed to be cooed at. And, it made him angry. Not so much the tone as the lie. They both knew full and well Daryl would leave again. It’s simply what he did. If Daryl couldn’t leave he couldn’t come back and if he couldn’t come back he couldn’t leave and that just wouldn’t do. But, they said nothing, let themselves believe for the breath of a moment and bask in each other while they could.
Either way, Shane could take solace in the fact Daryl always came back. Always. Regardless of what happened or the situation at hand he always showed back up at one point or the other. Daryl, in some way, was still his. Would always be. Even if it was only when he wanted to be. He was like a spoiled cat, appearing when he wanted to get a scratch behind the ear, giving you a little snuggle and a purr until he was satisfied and then disappeared again until the next time he wanted something else. It had always been like that. Shane couldn’t even imagine a time when it wasn’t. Daryl had always been Daryl. Always done exactly what he wanted when he wanted without even a glance at anyone who disapproved. Even Shane.
So, the cop could only assume Daryl was here because he wanted something. But, he didn’t ask, didn’t question just laid against his archer tiredly, with no will or thought of getting up, because at least for the moment Daryl was trapped beneath him and couldn’t just walk out the door like last time. At least he was still he, asking for forgiveness in his own Dixon way. By showing up and going about the situation like nothing was wrong, expecting and knowing that Shane could never deny him anything. Knowing Shane would drop the subject even if it was ripping him apart inside, just because it was Daryl that wanted to not talk about it. And, that’s what he was doing, accepting. Even though Daryl had destroyed his relationship with his best friend and torn his heart to shreds and left him weak and completely defenseless for the first time in his life.
So, they said nothing, stayed still and quiet as Shane silently mended himself and pressed kisses to the mark he’d made and Daryl stroked his hair and made no move to verbally apologize, making up for the pain he’d caused with only his presence. No words passed between them that night as Shane fucked the Dixon slow and hard against the couch or when they showered together after or curled up together in bed. No words were uttered until they settled within the sheets and Daryl was tucked tightly under Shane’s chin, trapped in his embrace.
“Never…..I didn’t think…Never thought you’d be that…That attached to me..I mean….Fuck, Shane..I treat you like shit…I didn’t figure you’d…You had a ring, Shane…Never figured you’d stay this long…Figured you’d toss me to the side like everyone else, but…Fuck, Shane..I’m-“
“Dixon…Shut up, and go to sleep. It’s late. I’m tired. Just…Shut up.”, Shane muttered, pressing a slow kiss to the male’s lips before lightly kissing his forehead. The words made his gut twist. Nearly made him nauseous, though they comforted his aching heart and throbbing head. Eased his tense muscles, and made it easy to fall asleep against the archer. And, the next morning when he woke up to the man’s mouth around him, who looked up with sorry stormy blues and popped off only to respond to the confused look with a simple ‘It’s an ‘I’m sorry’ before swallowing him down to the hilt, he figured they’d be alright.
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Tell Me A Lie
His love for the man was much akin to the sensation of drowning. Of that sweet bite and tug that made your lungs ache for a breath. Made you feel like you were capsizing in on yourself. Quick and deep as you sink down to the depths of your being. Hard and fast.
When they fucked it was easy. It was for release, no lingering brushes of fingers or passionate kisses, it was rough and inhuman. Like animals rutting together for nothing but the sake of sating their instincts accented with the taste of blood and semen and sweat. Nothing poetic or beautiful. It was dirty and disgusting and built on anger and frustration. An outlet. A distraction.
Because even if he didn’t get to call Daryl his own the next day, at least he’d feel the throb of his bite mark on his shoulder. At least he’d know he was the one Daryl turned to when he needed a good fuck at the very least. That even Rick couldn’t fully satisfy the redneck. But at the end of the day, even with that pathetic comfort, Daryl still left him empty. That never changed.
That even when he knew Daryl needed him somehow that the man would never love him. Never desire to settle down like he did with Rick. Even still. Here he was in Shane’s bed regardless of everything he had waiting for him in Rick’s. And, Shane nearly hated Daryl for it. But, he knew, Daryl was a drug. Addictive and destructive. A disease that crept up slow and easy through your blood stream and clung to your bones until it pulled you under. Bittersweet and venomous.
He was everything and nothing Shane needed. Everything he craved. Longed for in the night when he was fucking some nameless chick or suffering through one with just his hand and his self destructive thoughts. Everything he’d ever wanted and the opposite of everything he’d ever needed. A saccharide sweet poison Shane couldn’t resist.
And, as they laid there, passing his Brandy bottle back and forth, panting and sticky with drying sweat and semen and blood, he paused and spoke, “Daryl.” All that came was a grunt of a response. “Tell me a lie.”
Silence dragged on like the ticking of a clock, rhythmic and nearly soothing, accented by the slosh of Brandy and the beating of his heart. Drug on until Shane wondered if the man had hear him until he gained a response that made him close his eyes and hold his breath for a moment.
“I love you.”
The reply was gruff and deep, accented with a sigh and the shifting of sheets and the whisper of clothing being put on. And, Shane accepted it without a word. Said nothing. Just listened as Daryl left without another comment. Left him empty. Because, he could handle that. He could handle it as long as Daryl still came back. Handle it until he became so empty there was nothing of him left to give. Empty until Daryl broke him.
Yeah, he could handle that.
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Well Sharyl obviously. :) And if that's already been asked, then how about Sharickyl.
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY OTP!
when I started shipping it if I did: Not until after I’d taken on a few Sharyl prompts on the kinkmeme, ones that were just Shane and Daryl interaction since they had so little. Then it grew, and grew, and suddenly I was writing WOD even if nobody else shipped it. my thoughts: They just make me so happy. It’s complicated, it’s raw, it’s about finding what works in this new world and finding someone to trust in it. What makes me happy about them: Size difference. The actors themselves are total sluts for each other. The complete opposites they had in their roles before and after the apocalypse. The fact it took the end of the world for Shane to break, but the same situation only made Daryl stronger. There’s just so much to explore, and it doesn’t hurt that the actors aren’t bad to look at. And the fanart (especially Saya’s) is just knee weakeningly good. What makes me sad about them: Lack of interaction, Shane happens to be a bit dead to ever return, I miss the anger. things done in fanfic that annoys me: Shane is pure evil, Daryl is an innocent angel. There’s just so much more than that. But honestly, there is so little Sharyl and it’s cared for so much that there is really not any bad fics out there. things I look for in fanfic: Sharyl lol. Rare pair so hard to find any at all that I didn’t write. But in general I like shipping fics that are about more than fucking. Show me the boring bits were don’t see on tv. Life isn’t action 24/7, I want to read about them just taking whilst driving, or when Shane asked to bum a cigarette even though he doesn’t smoke and he ends up choking, I want to see them working together on something minor. Shipping doesn’t always have to be about the fucking, although that is also awesome. Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Rick. Or all 3 together. My happily ever after for them: Shane has a case of surprise not dead, and just… can I just make WoD canon please?who is the big spoon/little spoon: Big spoon Shane loves to scooch right up behind little spoon Daryl. There isn’t much difference height wise, but bulk wise? Shane is beefcake and Daryl is lean. what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Talking. Shane likes getting Daryl to open up and tell him things about himself and not be afraid of being laughed at. Daryl likes teaching Shane things he is an expert in, like tracking and hunting, because it helps him feel valued.
Now I’m going to binge on Sharyl as I haven’t had a chance in a few months and I need it now!
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Teaser : (The Dixon boys seemed just like the sort to do something like stealing girl’s panties for their own sick thrills. Not that he could judge, he has his sexual demons too, but his didn’t hurt anyone or make them fear for their safety like stealing underwear from women did. And since they were thankfully out on a hunt at the moment, he figured it was the best place to start. So Shane just makes his away over to their tent to snoop around a little before they get back. As he stands outside the closed tent he takes a quick look to the trees to make sure they weren’t returning early before unzipping it and slipping in.)
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[A/B/O verse] Daryl: I ain't havin' no pups. Shane: You say that now. Daryl: These look like "birthin' hips" to you, asshole? Shane: I don't know about that, but they look like they'd fit perfectly against mine. 😉 Daryl: 😒
Lol, I am always for Shane trying to use what he thinks are ‘smooth’ pickup lines on Daryl, and Daryl just having none of it. Honestly, Daryl is the kind of person who would use his cigarette to light a bunch of roses aflame if someone presented them to him. If nothing else, Shane’s bad one liners are always a good way to waste time, especially when driving. “Did it hurt?” “What?” “When you fell from heaven?” “No but you’re gonna hurt real bad trying to climb outta the grave I’m gonna put you in.”
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Sharyl: 2, 3, 5, 15, 16, 20
DomesticAU because people are alive there and everything is good!
2. Big spoon/little spoon?: Shane is the big spoon, Daryl is the little spoon. Though there isn’t much difference in height, Shane is a bit broader, more built compared to Daryl. Where Daryl has wide shoulders, he does have slim hips, and when they get into bed they just naturally fit together that way, with Shane’s arms slung around Daryl’s waist to tug him closer. It takes a while for Daryl to get comfortable with it, but he’s used to sleeping with his back against a wall, like prey animals do, and though it takes some trust to allow Shane into that position, he has to admit it’s not a bad way to sleep.3. Most common argument?: Petty play arguments. Who’s turn is it to do the washing up? No we’re not watching that shit tv. Who used all the hot water? I don’t care if you bought it as a gift I’m not wearing a pink bike helmet. Did you steal my favourite shirt to wear again? No we can’t have pizza for dinner for the third night in a row. You know, the usual couple stuff.
5. Who is most likely to carry the other?: Shane actually enjoys picking Daryl up every now and again, either in a bridal style carry, because it makes him squawk and squirm and complain whilst smiling. Or just grabbing him around the waist and picking him up, grinning up to him as Daryl rolls his eyes and sighs, used to what’s coming next. “Not letting you down ‘til you give me what I want.” “Oh you want a black eye huh?” “Now come on, you know you gotta pay the toll if you want down.” “Two black eyes?” “Kiss me you tease Dixon.” “Loser.” But Shane does always get his kiss, along with a smile that Daryl always tries to deny.
15. Who wakes up first?: Daryl is an early bird, it comes from a lifetime of having to care for himself, from getting up early to avoid their still passed out father, and needing to get up and out to where the game was grazing at dawn. He still keeps to the habits, and more often than not he enjoys the quietness of the world when it’s that early.
16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?: Shane loves a good lie in. If he had his way it would be illegal to get out of bed until the time was in the double digits. He loves rolling over in the covers, wrapping himself in the warmth and just chilling with the tv on. More often than not he will dart out to get food, but then return to his nest and stay there for a while.
20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship? Merle is Merle about it. He’s an asshole, he doesn’t use the nicest of words when he finds out about it, but then when Daryl makes it clear that he needs to get over it if he wants to remain a part of Daryl’s life, he kind of accepts in in a Merle way. He won’t all out cuss about it, won’t use slurs and disown Daryl for it, but he will occasionally have to sneer when he uses the word ‘boyfriend’, and let them know that he isn’t exactly thrilled about it. He does give Shane the ‘if you ever hurt him’ speech though. As for Shane’s parents? Oh look a second son to adopt! I think Papa Walsh is a stern kinda guy, but totally accepting, and as soon as he finds out Daryl knows about bikes and stuff? Well hello, come on in to my mid life crisis workshop in the garage and help me out, just bring your own beer. As for Mama Walsh? Daryl is adopted immediately, welcomed with a kiss on the cheek and an unexpected hug, and before the end of dinner she’s mentioning that her friend’s daughter and her girlfriend have recently adopted and wouldn’t it be nice to have grandchildren? Daryl does nearly have a heart attack, and Shane manages to ease her down to safer territory like maybe a cat at a push.
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TBDS for Sharyl
For a moment i was like, “what does this mean”, but then i got it lolthanks for the letters! lets see….
(I’m going to assume twd universe because what else lol)T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I really want to say yes. I think Daryl would be too shy to own one right off the bat, though. I think he’d stick to his own hand and fingers more than toys because picking up a dildo/fleshlight on the way would be so risky, and I don’t think he’d be brave enough to handle the thought of being caught with it. But once he’s with Shane? Yes. Did Shane own a fleshlight/dildo before the apocalypse? Why the fuck not LOL and after, when he and Daryl goes out on runs, maaaaybe finding an abandoned adult toy shop along the way, I can totally see them wandering in. Just Shane dragging Daryl in by his vest and probably playing with the toys inappropriately (dildo sword fight, anyone?) in the shop before picking their faves and heading back to try it all out.
And by try it all out, I totally mean Shane trying it all out on Daryl first.
But mmmm can you imagine Shane fucking Daryl from behind, but instead of his hand tight around Daryl’s cock, he’s jacking him off with a tight, wet fleshlight
Or Shane so turned on by Daryl grunting out how he needs it, while tugging on the chain attached to the two nipple clamps he affixed to Shane’s nips?
Vibrating cock rings, butt plugs, dildos, anal beads, sounding kits, sensory toys – Someone write them in a sex toy shop immediately LOLB = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Shane’s favorite body part on himself… would probably be his biceps lol I can see him being a little vain on that, harmless enough, but sure gives Daryl a kick whenever he catches him admiring his own muscley arms in the mirror. And of course, no shame Shane, playfully giving Daryl a guns show with over exaggerated flexing that never fails to make Daryl giggle.
Daryl’s favorite body part on Shane… his dick i feel like if someone were to ask him that, he’d say something safe like, oh his mouth, or his nose. I think Daryl would probably be pretty obsessed with Shane’s big hands though. Just, man those looong fingers. And how they grip his hips just right, or wrap around his dick, or sliding up inside his ass, or hooking into his cheek. Or in a less sexual way, Daryl really likes Shane’s chest. Those flat abs. Drool worthy. How can he resist. OR THOSE LEGS.
Does Daryl even like anything on himself lol i’m kidding. He seems like the type that if asked this question he wouldn’t have an answer, but ask him what he thinks he’s most skillful at he’ll always have something to say. But I bet’cha even our self-depreciating lil redneck occasionally feels sexy. Maybe there is that off chance he catches his reflection off of glass and sees those muscles on his arms that are now hard with work, when before it had always had this soft padding of fat from bad diet. Never really cared before, but even he can appreciate his own wide shoulders and looking all capable and strong. Yeah could definitely see him quietly confident in himself
Shane’s favorite body part on Daryl… Mmm probably his shoulder to hip ratio, can that be a thing lol Just Shane and loving those masculine lines but on such a quiet and almost shy man. And talking about masculine lines lol, he obsessing over that ‘v’ line of his hips, nibbling on his hipbone, or how he can push his thumb in the nice hallow groove.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)Their kinks would probably get them in a lot of ?????? if they were ever heard or found out lol Daryl might have a lot of secrets. When Shane found out that Daryl could be a very filthy and needy sub in bed, you bet he has him calling out for “Daddy” while face down on the bed/floor/table.
Daryl might love to argue that he ain’t a bitch, but he cannot deny Shane how much he loves being manhandled and put in his place until his mind blanks out, only to be wake in the warm circle of Shane’s arms and told how much he is loved and how proud Shane is.
And Shane. What secrets. He has no secrets. Maybe that he likes a finger or two in his ass but he probably wouldn’t keep that a secret for long anyway lol
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)OOOH. Well. If say, sex marathon. Shane definitely outlasts Daryl. He is like an energizer bunny, he just keeps going and going. He could also edge himself quite effectively, might I add. Daryl, though. He might not last as long, but he cums a whole lot more. He just has terrible control over the thing, honestly, but Shane definitely takes it as a compliment. Daryl tends to be a quivering mess by the time Shane is through. Neither of them complains.
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Because I saw Higgy’s post saying that she had sharyl withdrawal
GOTTA DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT LOL
For @higgystar <3
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Ex-military Daryl
PROMPT: So I’ve recently fallen in love with military Daryl and I really want to see a story where Daryl is fresh from the military when the ZA starts. He is medically discharged and diagnosed with PTSD a few months before the apocalypse and now is struggling to hide it from the others. Rickyl or Sharyl plz and Merle as a good big bro