phantomthe3rdwheel

[phantomthe3rdwheel]

A rose on fire

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T.W ⚠️ attempted S.A., Cussing, suggestive, multiple parts, fluff, smut,

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Chapter One Season One

“Hey Kimmie, I've noticed that you and Shane are close, did you know him before everything?” Amy asked, reaching for more dirty clothes,” You Shane, Lori, and Carl got here at the same time.”

“Lori’s my sister, Carl is my nephew, and Shane is- or was a friend of my brother-in-law. Nothing special, but just between us I think Shane has a crush on you…” I joke, causing both of us to burst out laughing. Reaching for more clothes, I see his shadow looming over me.

“What’s so funny girls?” he grabbed my wrist,” I can still see dirt on those.” he snapped.

“Shane, let go of her,” Amy defended, sending me a worried look, ‘I’m fine’ I mouth.

“Amy, why don't you take those back to camp and wait for your sister to get back.” she looked from him to me, grabbing clothes and hesitantly walking back.

“What do you want Shane?” jerking my hand trying to get it free.

“Why were you and Amy laughing?” his grip tightened, when I didn't answer. “You think that just because the world has gone to shit you don’t owe me your life! I saved you, Lori, and Carl, would you rather me use one of them.” he paused, pushing me to the ground; rocks digging into my spine, pinning my body down with his. “Do I need to remind you, that you belong to me, my little slut!” he spits, pressing his hand on my esophagus. The hand holding my wrist, was now making its way down my body, landing on the hem of my pants. Trying to kick and scream did nothing but cause him to squeeze harder.

“No!” I squeak between gasping for air.

“No? Do you remember the last time you told me ‘no’?” this thumb rubbing against the still sore scar , just below my waistline. “I had to lie and tell the others that you tripped carrying a knife. Thankfully I found you before the walkers did.” He smirked, pulling out the same knife as before. Not knowing what else to do I try to kick again.

“What the hell is goin’ on here?” Someone yelled, followed by rocks shifting. When I went to open my eyes Shane was on the ground and Daryl was on top of him. “You bastard she’s nineteen!”

“I’m twenty-six,” the words barely come out. Not even paying me a glance, he still punches him, punch after punch, swing after swing.

“If you ever so much as look at her again, I’ll break more than your nose!” pushing Shane into the ground with one last hit. Slowly he made his way over, reaching out to help me. “You okay?” Despite the fact he just beat up someone because of me, he didn’t see to care at all.

“I’m okay, nothing that hasn’t happened before,” I whisper the last part. Turning my head to look at him, I could feel my neck brushing. Our eyes meet, as he glances down; quickly turning away taking his shirt off. Still not looking, he hands it to me. Shane must have cut my shirt as some point, because it’s barely covering anything. Swiftly I put the shirt on, and to no surprise, it dwarfs me.

“Think you can walk?” he peaked over his shoulder.

“I think so, help me up?” now facing me again, his hand reaching for mine. Using my free hand I push myself off the ground. While his free hand supports my arm. After making it to my feet, I feel my legs buckle falling into him.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He laughed. Slowly pulling me into his arms, lifting me off the ground, and carrying me up the hill.

“I don’t want the others to ask questions.” My voice is shaky. He didn’t stop at my tent but put me in his tent away from all the others. I’ve never seen the inside of his tent, it’s cleaner than I thought. His few blankets are neatly laid on the ground to form a bed. His bow rested by the door. A small bag resting by the blankets. “You stay here, get some rest. I’ll be back.”

“Please don’t leave me,” I plea, reaching for his hand.

“Like I said, I’ll be back, and you don’t have to worry about Shane.” He said walking out of the tent. Looking around some more, I don’t see any signs that Merle sleeps in here too; It’s just the one set of blankets.

“What the hell did you do to Shane!” One of the girls questioned.

“Not enough for what he was going to do, why’s it matter?” He cocked back. “If you want to know ask Kimm, it’s not my story to tell; but right now she’s resting.” The conversation got quiet after that, footsteps going in different directions. Thoughts running through my mind, like why did Daryl stop him? Why did he help me? What does he get out of this? Not soon after, sleeps sets in.

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“Kimmie, time to get up.” His voice low, yet strong. “I got you something to eat, if you don’t hurry it’s gonna get cold.”

“Why, why did you help me?”

“I’m not gonna let assholes get away with shit like that. You don’t lay hands on, or disrespect a woman.”

“I’ve thought about it, and what Shane did to me… that wasn’t real. I want my first time to be with someone I trust.” I slur, still trying to get a grip on myself.

“Are you drunk?” He just stood there looking down at me.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Reaching for his belt buckle.

“You’re a kid, and you almost got raped today!” His voice was laced with anger but only loud enough for me to hear.

“I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-six and I want my real first time to be with someone I trust.” My eyes meet his, “please?”

“You don’t even know me! I’m not-“

I interrupted him “You are the only person who stood up to Shane, I want this, please?” I beg. “All you have to do is kiss me, and if it happens, it happens.”

“Just this one time, don’t ask me again.” His hands gently grab my face, his lips inches away from mine. “Don’t make any noise.” he growled, crushing his lips to mine.

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