I Hold On
Rejection and Drinking
She tasted sweet like the peaches he had eaten earlier with a hint of fire that most likely came from the sassy words she always threw at him. By now Shane had practically thrown off his seat belt and besides his right hand which was now boldly wandering underneath the denim shorts she wore, his other hand was now in that fading crimson colored hair he admired so much, pulling her closer to him. It's soft delicate tresses became tangled around his fingers while he focused on kissing the woman in the passenger seat, his mouth consuming hers in an eager lustful passion. His tongue moved against hers, relishing how she tasted and just as he dared to move his right hand further up her shorts, he grazed a pair of silky panties and smirked into the kiss; she in turn pulled away though, half panting.
He could tell how breathless she was and the look she was giving him only encouraged his actions, her mesmerizing green eyes blown with the same hunger he must have mirrored in his own.
"Tell me now... How long's it been? An' don't you go tellin' me you're a damn virgin 'cause I know you ain't."
He snaked his hand further up under the denim material, his fingers rubbing at her in a slow teasing way, secretly loving the fact he could already feel how wet she was becoming through the thin fabric. He raised a brow when he suddenly felt her pull away and pushed his wandering hand from out of her shorts.
"Shane, I can't do this."
Her voice came out shaky as if she was lacking self confidence. He just sighed and shook his head, letting his left hand fall from her hair and to her cheek, caressing it lightly.
"I'll go easy on ya if that's what you're worried about."
His voice carried a soft undertone but still had that hint of huskiness to it.
"No it ain't that. I mean I really can't do this. No offense, I'm really flattered that you want to repay me in that kind of way but this ain't me. Casual sex has never been my thing and I hope you can understand it when I say even now, I'm not gonna change that. I respect myself too much to let this escalate."
He dropped his hand completely. Her eyes were no longer as light as they had been and reverted to their normal dark olive green color; her face was impassive and serious. Shane licked at his lower lip absentmindedly and just shook his head. He couldn't believe that she had just turned him down like that! Shane Walsh never got turned down! He would have thought that since it was in fact the Apocalypse, that every woman in a fifty mile radius was fair game, but for once he was wrong and that in itself didn't sit right with him.
"Don't suppose we could take a rain check?"
He attempted to smile at her even though he felt his ego slowly plummeting. He bit at his lip as he watched her shake her head and smile modestly.
"I'm sorry Shane but I don't think so."
He watched her for a few more moments as she tugged her shorts back down and fixed her hair.
"Guess you can't blame me for tryin'."
He let his fake smile fall into a face of disappointment and adjusted his pants which were now a little too tight for his liking. He then slid his seat belt back on before starting up the Hyundai again. Neither one of them said another word after that as Shane drove towards the farm. Ten minutes later they were back at camp and the awkward silence continued between the two even as some of the others approached them. Just as Shane got out of the vehicle, Rick walked up to him, a slight frown on his face.
Shane simply shook his head, not really in the mood to talk.
"Did you even take a look 'round that neighborhood like you said you would?"
His best friend's voice was just going right through him at the moment so he snapped simply out of irritation.
"'Course we did! We didn't find Sophia or anythin'! Nothin'! Nada! Now if you don't mind, I'd like to unpack this car here an' go off an' clean my guns in peace."
Rick immediately backed off, putting his hands slowly up in the air as if he were raising a white flag of surrender.
"I was only askin'. You don't need to take my head off. Are you alright? Did somethin' happen out there?"
By now, Shane was fuming mad with his fists clenched into tight balls at his sides. He didn't know if Ellie's rejection had to do anything with it or not, but he didn't think too much about it and instead, let Rick take the full brunt of his pent up rage.
"Yeah somethin' did happen- we were swamped by a whole horde of them things man! They were comin' out of the woods, out of the houses- hell they were jus' plain comin' out of nowhere and for what?! For some lil' girl who we already know is dead? Well I ain't gonna be lookin' no more. My place is here to protect these people- the living. So you go on and keep givin' Carol false hope 'cause I ain't. No more. I'm done."
With that being the end of the conversation, his boots kicked up a mess of dirt as he stalked off away from Rick and the rest of the group who had heard him go off, one of whom happened to be Carol who let out a sob which Shane tuned out into the background as he headed for his tent. He was tired of wasting his time on such pointless matters. He was pissed and ready to snap at whoever dared to talk to him next. It was a good thing he made it to his tent without anyone intercepting him. Once inside, he forcefully kicked at the first thing he laid his eyes on which happened to be half of a jug of water. Thankfully the cap was on tight so the water didn't spill out when it was kicked into the far corner on its side, but Shane didn't care either way. On top of being sexually frustrated, he was boiling mad at Rick for even having sent him out to go on that stupid search for long gone Sophia.
"Who died and made him boss?"
The man mused to himself, grinding his teeth together in an effort to relieve some of the tension he felt. He took a seat on his makeshift bed, kicking off his boots before he reached his hand under his pillow, grabbing a nearly full a bottle of wine he had managed to snag from the CDC just before it went up in a fiery explosion. He popped the cork off, letting it fall to the ground carelessly and took a deep drink, deciding that today was as good as any to get drop dead drunk. He needed to forget Rick was still holding onto a lost cause. He needed to forget that he was stuck in this messed up apocalyptic world where zombie freaks were trying to eat him. He needed to forget that Ellie had led him on and then turned him down like he was the last person she'd ever get caught dead sleeping with. So Shane kept on drinking obliviously, hoping to drown out his rage and discomfort.
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