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Summary: When the world ended the only thing Birdie Grimes wanted to do was to get home to her family.  When she finds her sister-in-law and best friend on the outskirts of Atlanta, will she finally get the chance to tell him how she really feels?  Will love blossom?  *No evil Shane* 

Warning:  This fan-fiction is rated Mature for Language, Gore and Adult Situations.  Readers under the age of 18 are strongly discouraged from reading.

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Birdie Grimes

Chapter Twenty-Three

 

Ricky was well and truly shit-canned when I entered the mess hall again in my search of Shane.  He had his boney legs stretched out across the table, his feet crossed at the ankle and his Patrol Hat hanging low over his eyes.  But the dead giveaway was the dopy perm-a-grin stretched across his thin face. 

Most of our group had probably long since gone to bed.  Andrea and Jacqui were nowhere in sight.  T-dog and Dale seemed to be missing as well.  I was surprised however to see Glenn still awake—looking horribly drunk—sitting next to Daryl of all people. 

“Well hello, brother.”  I said with an amused smile. 

All three of their heads popped up at once—all three of them smiling at me, though Glenn might have thought I was the Queen of England for all I knew; I could hardly see his eyes anymore.  Rick opened his arms with a flourish, inventing me in for a hug and Daryl—just like Lori had said—eyed me smoldering baby blue eyes. 

Dear Lord.

Stepping into my brother’s embrace, I snuggled my head into his chest and sighed.  “I’ve missed you, Ricky.” 

He chuckled.  “Yer th’ one whoo moved so far…away.”  He replied drunkenly, offset by a nice hiccup. 

“Jesus Ricky, how much have you had to drink?”  I asked, finally catching the alcohol on his breath…it sure as shit didn’t smell like wine anymore. 

Daryl laughed loudly from across the table, “He’s been drinkin’ wit me, Chirp.  Dixon’s ain’t no pussies.”  I looked up at him and sure enough, he had a nearly drained bottle of Soco in his hand. 

Laughing, I turned my eyes up at the slurring redneck.  “Yeah, well Mr. Ah Ain’t Uh Pussy, you’re gonna be runnin’ from a steak knife in the mornin’ when Lori catches wind of this.” 

He looked terribly confused for a minute, obviously not understanding the warning I was trying to convey to him.  It was admittedly, kind of cute. 

Sighing, I elaborated.  “After Ricky pukes his guts up all night, she’s gonna come after you.” 

Rick slapped my shoulder, harder than he meant to, I’m sure.  “I ain’t gonna puke, Sissy.” 

“Oh Hell,” I groaned.  “If you’re drunk enough to call me Sissy, I’m out of here.  Just tell me where Shane is, will ya?” 

Daryl scoffed, slamming the bottle of Soco on the table and nudging towards me with his fingers.  “What’cha need him for? The party’s righ’ here.” 

Glenn, apparently feeling the need to defend his new brother in arms—picked his head up off the table and looked at me—with one eye.  “Yeah!”  The he turned to my brother with a dreamy look on his face.  “Rick, your sister’s really pretty.” 

Daryl snorted out something that sounded like “Dumbass virgin,” and reached over to smack Glenn’s shoulder.  “She ain’t pretty, dumbass.  She’s hot.”

Dear Baby Jesus, save me now.  If my cheeks got any hotter this whole place would burn to the ground. 

“Hey,” Rick slurred as his hands weakly lifted off the table, his head lulling to the side as he spoke.  “Tha’s my sister… (Hiccup)… yer talkin’ ‘bout…” he trailed off as he began to snore softly.

Just… Wow…

“Alrighty then,” I said to Daryl, realizing I wasn’t getting an answer out of my brother or Glenn anytime soon.  “If you know where Shane went, let me know so I can go to bed, please?”

He shrugged his shoulders.  “Don’ know.”  I didn’t believe him in the slightest.

“I just past him in the hall.  First door on your left.”  Jenner said, startling both Daryl and I. 

“Christ Jenner, yer lucky I ain’t armed, I would done shot you.”  Daryl snarled, jerking himself into a standing position.  Glenn twitched, but Ricky never even moved.

Jenner shrugged and smirked at the gruff and drunk hunter and turned his attention back to me.  “I believe he was about to come looking for you.” 

“Thank you, Dr. Jenner.”  I told him with my sweetest smile as I rose to my feet. 

“Nighty-night boys,” I told them, kissing my brother on top of his hat and giving Daryl the middle finger before I strolled from the room.

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~Explicit Content Warning~

As I approached the door my insides started to flutter and my cheeks flamed red.  I don’t know why I felt so nervous suddenly.  Shane and I have both slept in the same bed multiple times and we had made out… why the hell was I so nervous? 

I felt like a blushing virgin. 

Deep breathe…deep breathe, Birdie.

Shane looked up as soon as I opened the door, his eyes were concerned and he was in the middle of pulling on a shirt. 

“Hey baby, where you been?”  He asked, his lips quirking up into a smirk, his eyes shining bright and clear.  Apparently the shower had relieved him of his previous buzz.

Closing the door behind me, I shrugged.  “Well, lookin’ for you actually.  Went back to the mess hall but all I found was my brother, Glenn and Daryl…nobody knew where you went.” 

“Oh yeah,” He smiled, stepping forward and grasping my hips, pulling softly against his warm body.  “And how was Rick-a-Roo doin’?”

I laughed, laying my hands flat against his chest, running them softly upwards before locking them around his neck.  “He started callin’ me Sissy.” 

He shook his head, laughing, before dipping his head low and pressing his lips to mine. 

He was being playful tonight, chuckling softly as he pecked each lip, nipping and suckling gently.  I pushed up onto the balls of my feet, pushing my lips firmer against his soft skin and mewling when he finally parted them and gave me what I wanted. 

“Ugh… God, Birdie,” he groaned into my ear, biting down on the sensitive skin of my lobe.  I could only moan as he moving his lips to trail a hot line of open mouth kisses along my jaw and down my neck. 

“I want ya so bad, baby.”  He whispered softly against my collar bone. 

All thoughts of being embarrassed because I wasn’t wearing some sexy lingerie flew out the window the moment his fingers caressed the tip of my nipple, lightly grazing the piercing there. 

“Shane,” I gasped, pushing myself more firmly against his chest. 

“Jesus, Birdie, is that what I think it is?”  He asked huskily but answering his own question as he tugged more firmly on my over sensitive and taught peek. 

“Yes,” I moaned, reaching down a hand and cupping the large bulge below his waistline, “please…more.” 

He pulled back, his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt before tugging it up and over my head.  He gasped when my naked breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze and reached out with both of his hands, gingerly cupping each full mound. 

“When did you get these done?” He asked, running a thumb first over the barbell in my right nipple and tugging gently on the small circle adorning the left. 

“21^st and 30^th birthday,” I gasped, throwing my head back and moaning loudly. 

His lips found mine again in a hard and aggressive show of his want, biting harshly on my bottom lip and dipping his tongue in for a taste.  Even as my mind went fuzzy with desire, I couldn’t help but think of how good that tongue was gonna feel pressed firmly against my clit. 

As much as I wanted to explore each other slowly, kissing and caressing for hours, the fire growing in my abdomen screamed to get on with it.  Patience wasn’t gonna be my forte right now.  I had wanted Shane Walsh sexually since I was 17 and I was through waiting. 

Ripping my lips from his, I used my hands to push his head downward, and he chuckled.  “Alright, baby, alright.” 

His lips were like fire as they trailed across my collar bone, greedily sucking at my neck, his tongue darting out occasionally to swipe at my heated skin until he reached the unbearably aching peeks of my breasts. 

“Fuck!”  I wailed as he took my left breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the skin-sensitive piercing and giving it a light tug with his teeth. 

“Yeah, baby,” he groaned releasing my nipple with a pop, dragging his lips across my breast bone to pay slightly rougher homage to its twin.  “God baby, tell me you like that?”

When I didn’t answer him, he sucked harder, biting down and making me cry out, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” He demanded, moving lower still, only stopping his assault on my skin long enough to tongue at the small charm of a bird I had hanging from my navel.

“I like it,” I replied instantly, not wanting to give him any reason to slow down or stop.  “Please don’t stop, Shane.”

“Oh, I’m not stoppin’, baby.” 

With a swift tug, he pulled the soft cotton of my drawstring shorts down my thighs, gasping at either my labia piercing or at my tattoo—or should I say “his tattoo”—I didn’t know and I didn’t care. 

His right hand dropped from my breast, gently grazing down my belly until it came into contact with my left hip.  “Birdie?”  He questioned softly, the desire still strong in his voice but also clouded with awe and…something I couldn’t decipher. 

“I got it when I left for Florida, before I gave you that pendant.”  I told him, fingering the gold chain around his neck, watching as he fingers moved in a feather light touch over the bear paws and the number 22; his old football number.  “I just couldn’t leave without you.” 

He stood up abruptly, shedding his shirt and completely ignoring the piercing I know got him excited.  He cupped my face gingerly, pulling my chin up so I was forced to look him in the eyes. 

“I love you, Birdie,” he said, kissing my lips gently.  “I should have told you a long time ago.” 

“Me, too.”  I replied, pressing myself against him, letting my bare breasts graze his naked chest and recapturing his lips in a kiss that set me on fire.  “But you have to fuck me now.” 

He outright laughed at that.  “I’m serious, Shane.  I want you…now.” 

His laughter died instantly, a growl building in his throat as he picked me up by my thighs and pressed me into the sofa.  He stood back up almost instantly, his hands racing to the buckle of his belt and pulling it loose.  His pants were nothing but a distant memory after that, and his boxer briefs soon followed, finally leaving me with a fully exposed view of what I had wanted to see for years. 

He was thick, heavy and fully, ready and leaking with pre-cum as he lowered himself between my thighs, his mouth finding mine instantly as he rocked his length against me. 

 “Fuck, Birdie,” he groaned into my neck, his length pushing against the slick opening of my pussy.  “Yer so fuckin’ wet, baby.” 

Speaking wasn’t an option for me anymore.  My mind was lost to the bliss of his thrusting hips.  He was strong and powerful in his thrusts as he drew out and pushed in, circling and bucking his hips in different directions to give me the friction my body desperately craved. 

“I love you, Shane,” I whispered, calling out confessions to things that I never thought it tell another living soul as he continued to rock into me, gathering speed and strength as he went.  I told him everything I wanted him to do to me; things that on a normal day would leave my cheeks blazing brighter than the sun. 

All too soon, the coil in my abdomen tightened, threatening to break and I crazed over that cliff screaming his name. 

“Fuck!  Birdie!”  He cried a moment later, his thrusts become erratic until he pushed into me one last time; and he pushed hard.  “Fuck!” 

We were both sweating, breathing heavily as we came back to ourselves, and embarrassingly enough, I was the blushing color of a turnip. 

Shane chuckled, his knuckles caressing against blazing apples of my cheeks before leaning forward to kiss me tenderly.  “You’re so beautiful, Birdie.” 

I snorted at that, thinking back to Glenn and Daryl’s drunken declarations.

“What?  You are.”  He said sternly. 

I shook my head at his angry face.  “It’s not that I don’t believe you…you’d just be surprised how many times I’ve heard that exact sentiment in similar variations tonight.” 

“Well,” he said as he hefted his weight off my spent body, and began straightening out the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor before he beckoned me to him with a crook of his finger.  “We got all night for you to tell me about the kid and the hick, but right now I want you to tell me about when you decided to get my pretty little pussy pierced.” 

Holy shit!