Daryl was sure that he saw Shane outside of his window, right after Carol had given him a kiss. He knew it was his face, because no walkers have ever gotten that close yet. The question was: why was he there and what was he doing peering at him through the window if he didn't want anything to do with him after? Daryl didn't understand.
When Carol left him alone, he finally got the rest he needed and closed his eyes, happily floating off somewhere in his mind where he wasn't in a world where he had to fight for every waking moment. In his dreams everything was peaceful, he was in the woods hunting and the sun was shining through the trees and a little mist was lightly brushing through his hair and on his face, gun pointed to the ground as he held it; ready to aim. The dream was so real he never wanted to wake up to this sad nightmare that he was now in. Daryl never really valued his own life as much as he had become too, before it was just a day to day living experience that he didn't know when he was going to die, and how…but he continually waited for it; now he wanted to fight for every single day on earth and show other people how. That this wasn't the end, that if you held on…there could be an end and a new beginning to everything.
He had people who counted on him now; Rick, Lori, Carl, Carol, Glenn, Andrea, and Dale…he wasn't so sure of Shane who never seemed to need anyone else but himself. But those people, they knew Daryl was good at hunting, at tracking, if someone was lost Daryl Dixon was going to find them or die trying; the Daryl from a few months ago wouldn't have given a shit.
In the morning, Shane was sitting out by himself, gun on his knee and staring out at the field, watching where the trees met the fence, surveying the area and making sure that everything was how it was supposed to be. There was one thing however that wasn't quite right. That was Lori Grimes heading toward him like she was on a fucking mission. "What do you want?" He drawled, squinting at the trees and pretending there was something interesting there instead of her slender body, the thought of it making the hair stand up on the back of his neck.
"I just…I miss you, okay, and I know I told you to stay away but I want to see you again," Lori breathed, parking herself down on the chair next to him.
"Well, well, well… you miss me, huh? Well I was thinkin' you wanted nothing to do with me since Rick came back."
"I lied, okay, I lied…and I do, I want you, Shane. I miss…I miss being near you and being safe, Rick can keep me safe but it's different with you."
Shane growled low in his throat. "It's too late for that now, understand…you and me, it's done, over… I don't want you anymore, I've been done."
"Shane don't say that…please don't say that, I know I've been mean, but I—I regret it."
Grabbing Lori by the cheeks with one hand, Shane stared her down. "I ain't having this conversation with you again, understand? We're done, you and me, for the fuckin' last time. Now leave me the hell alone." As he stood up the chair he'd been sitting on rocked back and fell to the grass, he was too upset to even turn around and pick it up, he just hurried toward Hershel's house like he was on a mission and he damn well was. He stalked into the house like a wild animal and headed for the room they had Daryl in. He threw open the door and wasn't surprised that it slapped off the wall. All he could think about all day was Daryl, Daryl holed up in this room injured, Daryl sitting on his dick…Daryl moaning his name. It was driving him crazy.
"She came to me, you know…"
Daryl blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes, a small hiss left his mouth however, because he'd gotten up too fast. "What you going on about now, Shane?"
"Lori, I'm talking about Lori," he started, beginning to pace back and forth, "she came to me, telling me she wanted me and I want her…damnit, but I fuckin want you and it's overshadowing everything else."
"Yeah?" Daryl whispered, still a little strangely stung by what went on the night previous and how Shane ripped at him deeper than he ever anticipated.
"Yeah," Shane breathed, scrubbing a hand now over the shaved down head he was sporting, "yeah," he repeated and crawled on the bed from the bottom up toward Daryl, straddling his hips and yanking his face up against his own. "You don't know how much you make me angry, how much you make me want you, baby…but it's hard to deny it…"
"You make it sound like a bad thing…to want this, but it's right, all of it is if you want it to be," Daryl murmured, eyes closing.
"Don't ever get hurt again," Shane whispered in his ear, "because next time it might be fatal and I don't think I could shoot you if you became a walker, please…I don't want you to force my hand."
"I ain't gonna get bit."
Shane didn't even let Daryl speak, even if he was finished, he wasn't going to let him because his lips were crushed against his and it felt so good, just to have that contact with someone, to be able to feel warmth from something that was living and breathing. That was all Shane wanted now, because all around him it was death, and he was losing himself somewhere in the middle of it. Caught between being alive and so close to that edge. He moaned as he cupped Daryl's face in his hand, stubble tickling his fingertips, lips so pliant against his own, but those hands…fuck those hands were dragging over the flesh of his back and all he wanted to do now was pin the younger man down and give it to him like he hadn't ever been fucked before. "I want you," he rasped, "but I don't wanna hurt you."
"You won't, I'm fine…" Daryl drug his nails up and down Shane's back, lifting his shirt up in the process and feeling his flesh. He gasped hard when Shane wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed, making him moan raggedly. Before they could further advance, from the corner of his eye, the door began to open.
