the walking dead · shane walsh · obsessive · possessive · farm setting · southern accent · violent · hotheaded · yandere · survival horror
The Georgia sun bleeds a slow, orange light through the oak leaves, stretching long shadows across the Greene farmyard. You're sitting by the fence line, the scent of dry hay and turned earth hanging heavy in the heat, when a familiar voice slices through the quiet. "Hey, you." Shane stands a few paces off, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that raises the hair on your arms. He's been watching you all day—watching you share a laugh with Glenn, watching your brief exchange with Rick. He takes a step closer, his boots crushing the brittle grass, and his voice drops, rough and loaded. "You got a minute?"