So…I can't really explain this except to say that it is a product of my very vivid imagination, lol. Awhile back I started this as a one-shot compilation story involving my OC Layla with various men from the show. My OC is one I've used in my previous smutty Rick/OC one shots, but you don't have to read those to follow this. Each chapter will be Layla with a new guy in different settings and times throughout the show. I plan to use Shane, Rick, Daryl, and Merle for these and I don't plan on using any women from the show. This is pure smut so you've been warned. Hope you guys enjoy and review!

Shane-A roll in the hay

To be honest, Shane Walsh scared the fuck out of her. From the moment she'd met him back at the quarry he'd intimidated her with his dark eyes, southern voice, and killer body. He practically had her throwing her panties at him. Of course, he didn't know she existed. He was hung up on Lori and then just last week she'd heard that he and Andrea had hooked up while looking for Sophia. She'd been jealous of both women. He was so her type it was almost ridiculous. Tall, dark, and handsome. Wouldn't you know she'd finally met her type and it was during the end of the fucking world? He seemed like such the alpha male and she practically salivated in his presence. It was pathetic really, but she'd done nothing but act as if he had no effect on her. There'd never been any reason for Layla and Shane to have long conversations. They're moments together added up to all of three maybe four words being said.

She blew a dark strand of hair that'd escaped the confines of her ponytail from her eyes. It was hot outside. She was in the barn tending to the horses like she'd volunteered to do. She'd been thinking about Shane and the complete state of arousal she seemed to be in when around him when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She jumped and clutched at her chest when she turned around and saw the devil himself staring at her. He stood there in the door way. His imposing figure was blocking up much of the path. His head was shaved and she'd found herself missing the dark locks he'd had before. He wore a brown, short sleeved shirt with tan army pants and those leather boots he always wore. Just looking at him had her heart beating a little faster.

"Scared ya?" He asked teasingly. He was smirking at her and she hated that she probably reminded him of a prepubescent teenage girl rather than a thirty year old woman. She moved the dark hair that had fallen into her face and laughed, trying to seem nonchalant about his unexpected presence.

"A little." He nodded and licked his lips and Layla immediately averted her emerald eyes. She clung to the feed bucket she was holding and struggled to make her voice sound normal.

"Can I help you with something Shane?"

He seemed confused by her question. Layla thought it was a fair one. He'd never searched her out before. They never had any business together.

"I'm hurt Layla." He placed a hand over his hard chest and showed mock hurt on his face. Layla rolled her eyes. He may be cute, but flattery never did much for her even before the world went to shit.

"I'm sure." She'd said the words without thinking. They'd just come out along with the incredulous snort. She'd realized too late that perhaps she'd end up offending him, but when she met his eyes she could see he was still smirking at her.

"Ya mad at me girl?" Shane spoke in a way that was purely him. The words would've sounded redneck and plain stupid coming from anyone else, but from him they sounded cute. Layla quirked an eyebrow up at him and tried to see if she could read what he was up to. He only kept that same smirk on his face as he watched her in return.

"Why would I be?" Layla had meant her question to be more rhetorical, but he'd answered anyway and what he'd said had her dropping the feed bucket to the ground in shock.

"Because I haven't fucked you yet."

Layla felt goose bumps pimple onto her skin despite the warm weather. She met his eyes. She'd surely heard him wrong, but he was still just smirking at her. She watched as he moved closer to her and kick the feed bucket that now lay on the ground out of the way. She screamed at herself to move away, but she was paralyzed. He hovered over her, his dark eyes devouring her body. She felt a chill go through her and she thought about if she'd told anyone she was out here.

"W-what are you doing Shane?" She cursed herself for her words being shaky. He licked his lips again as he let his eyes drift to the front opening of her shirt.

"I think it's pretty obvious, don't you?" He snickered and she forced herself to hold his gaze that was now boring into her eyes. "What makes you think I want this?" She asked with more confidence than she felt. He laughed at her this time. She savored that sound and yet she found herself wanting to knee him in the crotch for getting enjoyment at her expense.

"I don't have to think anythin'. I've seen you. Seen the way you look at me. I'm not blind. Just thought I'd help you out is all. I'd be a fool not to."

His eyes visually devoured her body and she felt naked under his heated gaze. He'd spoken with a smug look plastered on his face. Layla felt her blood boil at his arrogant comments. Okay, so she'd probably stared at him for a few seconds longer than what was necessary, but she'd thought she'd done a pretty good job of hiding her desire. She knew she didn't particularly like Shane. He was slowly going crazy and he was a little too intense for her at times, but he was a hell of a thing to look at. It was the end of the world and her lack of sex was causing her to be careless in her lusting. It had nothing to do with Shane, or Rick, or Daryl who she'd also looked at from time to time. It boiled down to the simple fact that she needed a hard dick to sit herself on and get hers.

"You're quite a smug son of a bitch, aren't ya Walsh?" Layla took pleasure in seeing his eyes shift and narrow at her words. She crossed her arms under her chest and waited for him to recover from her unexpected surge of assuredness.

"I got a right to be, don't I?" His voice was lower and the lightness was gone. Layla found herself not wanting to do this. He was playing games. He knew he had something he could give her. Dangling water in front of a man dying of thirst. He was being a complete asshole and she wanted nothing to do with him. She moved to walk around him, but his large arm came out to stop her. She let fire dance in her eyes as she pinned him with a hard stare. He stared at her right back, almost menacingly.

"Move." Layla said with ice dripping from her tone. He shook his head at her and settled himself between her and the exit.

"I can't do that darlin'."

Layla ignored him and turned around to exit the barn through the back. He spun her around so fast her head spun with the force of it. He pulled her body to his and she felt the hardness of his muscles beneath her. She grasped at his biceps to steady herself, but pulled away once she gained her footing.

"I don't have time for this Shane. Why don't you go find Lori or Andrea?" Layla wanted to take back the words as soon as she saw what they did to him. His whole body tensed and his eyes, if at all possible, seemed to grow darker. It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He advanced on her and pinned her against one of the stalls. Layla's breathing grew shallower and her heart raced as he trapped her with his arms and body.

"Cuz I don't want 'em. I want you Layla." His words were low and deliberate as he buried himself in her hair and neck. She heard him inhale and brush his lips lightly over her pulse point. She fought with the sensations he was awakening in her body. It was no use. She could feel the fire spread before she could put it out.

"Why? Why now?" She'd managed to get out. His mouth was by her ear now and she heard the low chuckle fan across her skin.

"It's always been there. You've just seemed dead set on ignorin' me. Got tired of waitin' around."

"You mean you got bored with your other pieces of ass."

His hips thrust into hers and she bit her lip to keep the moan from releasing itself. She felt one of his hands dance lightly across her chest and immediately her body responded. She unintentionally pushed her chest further into his touch. He moved his hand away, ignoring her body's pleas and moved to the hem of her white t-shirt. His fingers moved under the fabric and barely caressed the skin of her stomach and hip. It'd been so long since she'd felt a man's hands on her. It felt intoxicating.

"Call it what ya want Layla. We're both givin' each other what we want. What's wrong with that?"

His eyes were back to being locked on hers as his hand continued to venture further up her shirt. His hips were still pressed to hers and she could definitely feel his arousal.

"I'm not a cheap whore. You can't just decide to use me."

He ignored her as his hand undid the button on her jeans and ventured below the denim. She didn't stop him. All the things she was saying to him were true, but her body was being a traitorous bitch and loving every second of it.

"No?" He asked, already knowing the answer. To prove his point, he plunged a thick finger under her panties and into her heat. Layla moaned at the intrusion. She immediately gripped his arm and closed her eyes. At the same moment, Shane let his head fall to her shoulder and curse. "Shit…" He drew out with a long breath. "You're soaked darlin'."

She realized he was as caught off guard as she was. She didn't know she'd been that turned on, but she couldn't find it in herself to be embarrassed.

"It's been awhile." Layla said by way of explanation, trying to make it seem like it wasn't him that had that effect on her.

"We can fix that. Just say the word."

His finger hadn't moved inside of her and she found herself wanting to roll her hips to feel the friction. She needed him to move, but he was refusing. She met his eyes and could tell he already knew what she was thinking. She wanted this. There was no point in denying that. This situation was already too out of control for either of them to back away and they both knew that.

Layla felt herself squeeze around his finger and heard him groan in response. He wanted this just as badly as she did. This was her chance. This was her chance to get the good fuck she wanted and needed and go about her merry way. She mentally screamed "fuck it" and pulled Shane's head down to her lips. It was as she'd imagined he'd be. His kisses were passionate, hungry, but there was gentleness to them as well. She let her hands roam his muscled back and shaved head as he pulled his hand from her pants and did the same to her. His large, calloused hands were everywhere. In her long, dark hair. Grasping at her breasts through her t-shirt. Squeezing her ass. He moved his mouth to her neck and bit and licked at the skin there. Layla looked around; suddenly aware they were in the open. She pushed him away lightly, but he was permanently attached to her cleavage at that moment.

"Shane, Shane…we can't do this here. Anyone could see."

"So." He answered.

Layla moved so that he had to loosen his grip on her. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the last stall. It was empty, but a hay bale sat in the corner. She opened the door and pulled him inside with her and latched the stall back. Before she could turn around to face him, he was already pressed against her from behind. His hands were grabbing her ass and pushing into her, letting her feel what she was doing to him. Layla reached out for the stall door and rested her hands there as her head rolled back to rest on his chest. He kissed her neck and she pushed into him in return. She was rewarded with a growl. The sound turned her on even more, if possible. She felt his hands latch onto her ponytail roughly. She gasped as his lips disappeared from her neck and were replaced by his teeth. He was biting down on the skin of her neck and he wasn't being gentle. She could already feel the red marks start to pepper her skin. His tongue danced across the places his teeth had been and she moaned as his other hand cupped her breast. His grip on her hair loosened and she felt her ponytail come undone as he released it from the confines of the holder.

Layla turned in his arms suddenly and pushed her body into his. She pulled his mouth back down to hers as they consumed each other. She let her hands roam over the hard planes of his chest down to the buttons of his pants. She felt him jerk as she reached her hand inside and made contact with his hot, pulsing hardness. He pulled his mouth from hers and grunted viciously as she continued to smooth her small hand over his rather large dick. She took the opportunity to attach her lips to his neck and bit the stubbled flesh. She felt him jerk again and suddenly his hand was gripping her wrist, halting her actions.

"Ya gonna have to stop or we'll be done before we get started."

His voice was thick and low with lust and want. Layla only nodded as he pulled her back to his mouth. She felt him start to push her backwards and then suddenly make contact with the hay bale in the corner of the room. His large hands raised her body to sit her atop the dried grass. It was itchy and uncomfortable, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. His hands met the end of her shirt and pushed it up and over her head with their lips barely separating. Her bra was discarded next and she moaned aloud as his lips met her naked flesh. It felt amazing. She couldn't remember feeling this alive before having sex. If he worked her just right, he'd have her coming in a matter of seconds without penetration.

The sharp bite of his teeth against her nipple made her whimper and she gripped his shoulders in retaliation. Her nails dug into the material of his shirt and she moved her hands to remove the offending garment. He got the hint and allowed her to pull his shirt up and over his head. His chest and abs were something to be admired. The minute his shirt had cleared his head, Layla was kissing, licking, biting, caressing his hard muscled skin.

"Fuck girl."

His hand was laced into her hair and his grip was getting increasingly tighter as she continued to assault his naked chest. Her hands moved to the waistband of his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his legs. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the picture he made. She moved and started to pull herself off the hay bale when Shane stopped her.

"I wanna taste you. Please…" She begged unabashedly. She'd probably be embarrassed about it later, but right now she wanted to suck Shane Walsh off. Her hand had travelled down his chest and lightly stroked him as she pleaded with him to let her have her way. She watched with female pride as he gulped and closed his eyes and then a low groan emitted from his throat. She took that as her cue and shifted herself to her knees in front of him. Layla wasted no time in devouring him. Her lips and tongue competed for dominance as she alternated licking and sucking. His hands were back in her hair and she could feel his struggle to not force her to take more of him. She gave into his silent plea and let him hit the back of her throat.

"Oh shit…" He groaned as she took him in deeper and deeper. Suddenly, she was pulled up off the ground and turned to face the hay bale. She felt his hands hurriedly removing her pants and panties as he pushed her against the hay. Without preamble, Shane thrust into her hard and fast. They both moaned and he stayed unmoving in her for a moment as they both caught their breaths. She felt his head drop to her naked back and she wiggled against him, asking him to move.

"God, you're tight girl."

Layla felt herself become wetter at his words. She involuntarily squeezed her muscles around him and he jerked suddenly. He began to thrust again, lazy but forceful. Each time he slid himself back into her it was punctuated. Layla felt her legs start to go weak as his hard body collided with hers. The pleasure was immeasurable. She gripped the hay beneath her and pulled it out in pieces as he pounded into her. His pace was quickening, but not at all fast enough for Layla.

"Shane…please."

Again she begged and she felt him slow instead. She knew he'd be smirking, but she didn't much care. He'd gotten laid since the end of the world. She hadn't and she was dying for a release.

"Wha'dya need girl? Hmm?"

His mouth was by her ear as he whispered and then lightly bit her lobe. She pushed against him again and squeezed her muscles, locking him inside her. His head hit her shoulder and a moan fell from his lips.

"Faster asshole." This time she made her words forceful and deliberate. He regained his composure and laughed darkly. Goosebumps pimpled her skin and she steadied her arms underneath her.

"Hold on then."

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he pounded into her at a much faster rate than before. Her whole body was vibrating as he thrust into her. His hand was back in her hair and pulling it as she moaned at the pleasure/pain combination.

"Oh god…"

Her orgasm rocked through her body like a tidal wave. Lights burst behind her lids and her toes curled underneath her. A feeling of euphoria swept through her whole body as she stiffened and then went lax against the hay. Shane slowed his thrusts and palmed her ass as she struggled to regain her breath.

"Not done yet girl."

His tone was teasing, but she knew he wasn't kidding. He pulled out of her and she felt the loss immediately. She didn't have time to dwell on it before he spun her around and hauled her in his arms. Layla's legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he moved them so that her back was up against the stall wall. His cock was wet and pressing against her as he sucked and marked her on the top of her right breast. She felt him shift as he struggled to enter her while still holding her body.

"You're gonna have to slip me in darlin'."

His voice was softer and gentler this time and Layla felt her arousal come back full swing. She moved her hand in between them and shifted easily so that she now mounted him. They both sighed at the joining of their bodies and Shane wasted no time in pushing up and inside her again in a steady pattern. She could already feel his back start to tense and she moved her hand to where they were joined and sped up her climax. Her finger was soaked and she moaned at the animalistic hunger of their coupling. She let her hand drop farther down and she was able to stroke Shane as he plunged in and out of her.

"I'm gonna have to pull out." Shane pointed out as the chords in his neck started to tighten, signaling his impending release. Layla shook her head and continued to stroke the both of them.

"No, I'm still on birth control."

Her voice matched his. It was strangled and hurried and oozed sex. She felt Shane hesitate and she brought her finger up from between their bodies to his mouth. He stared at her for a moment before his eyes flickered and he greedily accepted her finger. They both moaned as he lazily licked her finger clean and released it from his lips.

"Mmm…heaven."

Layla tightened her legs around his waist at his words and pulled him deeper inside her. A full on blaze was burning inside her now. She let her lips fall to his ear as he continued to pump into her.

"Come inside me Shane."

She felt more than saw the implication of her words as his body pumped rapidly into her and suddenly tensed. Layla dug her nails into his back as he gave a few more hard thrusts and came inside her. His release triggered another for her and she whimpered as she felt him fill her up. He groaned, nearly a yell as he emptied himself inside her. They both clung to each other as they allowed their racing hearts to steady.

Shane pulled out of Layla and gently set her back on the ground. They both got dressed in silence as they moved around the empty stall that now smelled of sex. Layla found her pony tail holder, but pocketed it instead of using it. She knew she would have some questionable marks on her neck and she needed to cover them until they disappeared. She chanced a look at Shane and noticed he was lacing up his boot. His dark eyes caught hers and he smirked. He stood and walked over to her, towering above her.

"Had fun. Lemme know if you need my help again."

Layla said nothing as he moved past her and out of the stall. She released a breath and slumped against the wall. She was already regretting what they'd done, but she wouldn't dwell on it. It was the end of the world and she was a single woman. If she wanted to be fucked, then by golly she had the right. She straightened her clothes and made her way out and into the camp to join the others.

Rick was the person she saw first and she smiled politely as she walked by him. He nodded in return, but called out to her when they'd already passed each other. She turned and he walked up to her with a glint of humor in his eyes. Layla found it to be contagious and smiled foolishly back at him. His hand reached out towards her hair and she felt her nerves start to take over. A chuckle erupted from his mouth as he pulled hay from her hair. He looked at her questioningly and she shrugged in return as she grabbed the hay from him.

"New look?" He questioned teasingly. Layla bit her lip and felt a new brazen attitude take hold of her. She let her eyes dance in amusement and started to walk backwards and away from Rick.

"Took a roll in the hay is all." She smirked and winked at Rick's confused face and continued on back to camp.