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Do What You Gotta	By : amyraider3 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 10895 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Maggie had known that slapping Shane Walsh in the face hadn’t been one of her brightest ideas. He was too unpredictable, too wild, too broken by the world they’d all been thrown into to. Once upon a time he’d probably been a decent man for Rick Grimes to have befriended him, but Maggie knew that time had came to an end when the dead had started walking the earth. Still, she’d slapped the hell out of the obnoxious bastard and honestly she’d do it again. No one talked to her daddy like that, Maggie didn’t let anyone treat her family that way and walk away unscathed.

But it appeared she wasn’t going to walk away unscathed either.

“Get out of here.”

She tried to keep her voice strong and brave, but it was hard in the dark confines of her bedroom. Especially with Shane’s large frame leaning against her door, the door he’d locked after walking straight inside and shutting it behind himself, a sound that had sent a unwelcomed shiver of fear straight down her spine.

“Just tryin’ to keep the peace.” Shane whispered, but Maggie knew it wasn’t peace he was looking for.

She couldn’t see him but she could imagine that dark look in his brown eyes, the same glare he usually reserved for Rick probably taking shape, his twisted mind trying to figure out how to rid himself of his latest problem. And from her spot under her covers, Maggie knew her time had come for payback.

Her daddy had ran off after Shane had opened that barn with Rick and Glenn hot on his heels. The closest person that could probably protect her from Shane’s unwelcomed visit was Daryl Dixon and Maggie knew he wasn’t close enough to matter. Daryl likened himself a hunter, spending his nights out in her daddy’s fields, unaware that the real hunter was in Maggie’s bedroom, still staring her down like a meal he was about to devour. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it.

Refusing to scream or give the bastard any idea of how scared she was, Maggie just swallowed hard and stayed still, fighting every urge in her body to try and run.

“Please leave.” She finally spoke, her heart pounding harder in her chest when Shane took a step closer towards her bed instead. “We were peaceful at dinner. It’s water under the bridge, Shane.”

She was faking her polite tone and of course he didn’t buy it for a moment. Maggie heard his laughter and saw the outline of his body coming closer, one of his big hands rubbing the back of his head, obviously amused with her lies.

“You call that peaceful?” He asked. “I seem to recall you givin’ me the cold shoulder all night.”

Maggie, of course, recalled it differently. She remembered Shane barging into the house like he owned the place now that there was no one there to stop him. All night she’d felt his eyes watching her every move, dark and ominous and she’d stayed chilly to his stares. With most the men gone, Shane had simply waltzed right inside the house her father had banned him from, much like now, strutting straight into her damn bedroom in the dark of night.

She’d been stupid to try and sleep with the door unlocked. She’d been even more dense to crawl into her bed in only a t-shirt and a pair of panties, clothes that didn’t feel like nearly enough now that Shane had sat down on the edge of her bed, the weight of his body making not just the mattress sink but her stomach too.

“I also seem to recall you slappin’ me in the face.”

“I’d do it again.” Maggie snapped, wincing as soon as the words escaped her mouth.

It just wasn’t in her to shrink away from a man.
But she barely had time to regret the decision. Almost immediately she felt Shane’s large grab her face, his palm covering her mouth as he forced her to look towards him. Not that she could see much in the dark, not that she wanted to.

All Maggie knew was that she was screwed. Shane’s grip but just as tight as the knot in her belly, and neither one seemed to wanna loosen anytime soon.

Still, he laughed.

But this time Shane was laughing at her, not with her, a sound that almost made the tears come. She refused to give him that though. Instead Maggie gripped the sheets where he couldn’t see, refusing to give this bull of a man any satisfaction.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” Shane asked and he was finally close enough for Maggie to make out a smile on his face, a sight that made her squeeze her eyes shut.

And almost like he knew that Maggie could bare the sight of him, she heard the lamp by her bed click on, her closed eyelids flooding with light.

“Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you.” Shane whispered, but there was no laughter this time. No amusement born from cruelty, just a demand, one that Maggie forced herself to obey.

Was it horrible that the man she gazed up at she’d once thought to be good looking? Because she had. When Shane Walsh had shown up at their farm, volunteering to save Carl and wiping blood from his best friend’s face, Maggie had been a bit taken with his thick dark hair and those harsh, large features. The idea now made her skin crawl, made Maggie’s eyes begin to water just because she hated the thought of it so much.

“Just do what you’re gonna do.” She spat out, but it came out muffled and weak, the sound of such vulnerability making Maggie want to bite down on his hand.

But there was no point. Shane was bigger, stronger, too dangerous. She’d let him do what it came there for and refuse to fight it. Screams would only send Patricia running to her bedroom and Maggie didn’t want the woman pulled away from her baby sister’s bedside. It’d be pointless anyway. What would any of them do? No one could control Shane it seemed, not even Rick.

Helplessness wasn’t a feeling she enjoyed, but she’d been feeling it for months now. Hell, maybe Shane was doing it right. Maybe there was something to admire in the way he demanded control, the way he barged onto their property and refused to accept her daddy’s way of thinking. Even though he’d lost his way and couldn’t see it, Shane still refused to be the victim that he was. And maybe she could do it too.

“You shoulda thanked me, I saved your damn life.” Shane said, his hand finally freeing her mouth, only to stroke a rough thumb over her lips, dipping it between her lips and holding it there. “Your daddy was gonna get you killed and I saved you. A little appreciation would be nice.”

So that’s what this was, Maggie realized. Shane Walsh was a grown ass butthurt boy of a man. She’d overheard Lori rejecting him, Rick correcting him, and everyone else ignoring him.

“Fuck you.” She whispered, finally meeting those dark eyes and biting down on the thumb he had in her mouth.

Shane didn’t even flinch though. In fact, it just made him smile broaden, one that she’d mistaken as boyishly charming before she’d seen the monster he’d become.

“You’ll thank me.” He told her and to Maggie’s surprise, he finally let go. “You’ll fuck me too.”

The reality of his words didn’t sink in until Maggie felt him rip the blanket she’d been clutching away, his large frame forcing itself between her bare legs. It happened so fast that she didn’t have the time to be afraid, not at first, not until she looked down and saw Shane on his knees before her, the sight of him between her legs making those very same legs shake.

So this what it. He’d get what he wanted, Maggie didn’t doubt it. As much as she wanted to cry or yell, she refused. Instead she planned to lay there more still than the dead were these days and beg God for it to be over quick. Shane would get nothing from her, not a tear, not a scratch, not even the thrill of a struggle. And he surely wouldn’t get a word of thanks when it was over. Just the guilt of what he’d done, guilt that would one day catch up to him, it always did.

“You ain’t even gonna beg me to stop?” He asked and Maggie felt those rough hands rubbing down her thighs, nice and slow, nothing like what she’d ever imagined rape to be.

She didn’t reply, not even a shake of her head. Truthfully, she didn’t trust herself to. Any movement, any word, and the fake face of bravery she was wearing would crumble, just like she wished Shane’s resolve would. But instead he continued, stroking over her warm flesh with his strong fingers, callused fingertips on the soft pale skin that she wished she’d covered.

“It’s okay to enjoy it.” Shane whispered, his hands traveling all the way down to her knees, parting them a little more, giving him an easy view of the black panties she’d worn to bed.

Maggie hated herself for shaking. She hated herself even more for finding Shane’s patient strokes to be calming. And they were. His hands were just so large, covering so much of her skin at once as they traveled north, yet again, that it was almost impossible not to find comfort in the twisted embrace. Her body was seeking something soothing to calm the fear inside of her and it’s desperation was betraying her.

“Believe it or not, this ain’t like me.” Shane said and his deep voice was calming too.

Maggie met his eyes finally and tried to convince herself she could have it worse. At least he wasn’t physically hurting her, just mentally. At least there wouldn’t be bruises, at least deep down in his brown eyes he seemed just as disgusted with himself as she was.

Still, she wasn’t about to pity him.

“I’ve never done this before.” He continued, his hands growing braver and clasping Maggie’s thighs, gently pulling her down. “Raping a woman, that’s what this is, right?”

Before she could respond, Maggie felt his strong thumb rub down her slit over her panties, cringing when she felt the smallest twinge of pressure there, a betraying flicker of arousal. She hated herself for it, every last damn inch of her body for doing this. But it told Shane all he needed to know, her sharp intake of breath making him eat his words.

“Well, maybe it ain’t.”

He rubbed his thumb down her again, pushing harder this time, all the while his other hand continued to massage one of her thighs, physically forcing her body to relax.

Maggie had never wanted to push him away so badly. Being raped was one thing - atrocious and violating, but this was different. He wasn’t just violating her but forcing her own physical desire to do it too. It wasn’t unfair and twisted and what made it worse was that she was positive he was doing it on purpose.

But no matter how hard she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, when Shane replaced stroked her again, she whimpered. He knew his way around a woman’s body, that much was obvious. He was slow and soft, only adding pressure when he grazed over that tiny bud, the very same one that was starting to throb in need. Shane’s touches were nothing like Glenn’s had been. Glenn was young and quick, always in a hurry to get to the good part.

But Shane knew this was the good part for Maggie. He continued working her through her panties, Maggie’s nipples hardening as she felt herself growing slick from the soft easy circles he stroked over her clit with. And if her hatred wasn’t bad enough from this man feeling the effects he had, Maggie knew he could hear it too, making her turn her head in shame as her those sticky sounds filled the room.

The ache was growing just as quickly as her revolusion though, the pressure he was adding feeling like it’d never be enough to satisfy her.

“Stop.”

She wanted to cry for being forced to beg. She wanted to bawl right there on the bed for being made to like it, for asking him to stop solely because she didn’t want to hate herself when she unraveled in his palm. But Maggie didn’t actually cry out until Shane really did stop his caresses, a loud moan echoing off the walls just as her legs parted further, practically begging him to come back.

“Shhhh.”

She hated being told to keep quiet. Mainly because she knew it was a fair warning, that whatever this man had planned for her body that it was going to have her making more noise than either of them could afford to make. And it was that realization that forced her eyes to snap open, how he’d suddenly went from being the enemy to being a part of the team - we instead him. A unit. Two people working together.

“Shane, please.” She begged again, the words getting him to finally met her eyes. “If you stop now, I won’t tell anyone, not a soul.”

And for a moment Maggie thought she’d gotten through to him, that maybe he was going to climb off of her and take pity.His features were softer now, more like the man she’d first met. But instead of stopping, Shane stared her down and watched her reaction as she felt his sticky fingers slip her underwear to the side, a wide digit dipping into her wet walls agonizingly slowly just as she was about to object.

The objection never came.

How could she? How could anyone object to the finally receiving a bit of relief from the ache they felt? Maggie had needed that penetration more than she’d ever admit and she’d die before she ever did. When Shane slipped a second finger inside of her, filling her pussy just a little more, Maggie stared into his eyes and he fucked her with his fingers, felt the warmth between her legs only burn hotter.

She’d already broken promises to herself and this time when Maggie clawed at the sheets, she didn’t care if Shane watched her do it. Not anymore. She’d also promised herself she’d be the deadest lay he ever fucked, but she was starting to doubt that too. With his fingers pushing inside of her, a little deeper each time, Maggie found herself rewarding him with quiet moans,her walls squeezing him tighter with each slow thrust.

And God, was he patient.

For such a horrible act, if it could still be considered that, Shane took his time as he increased the speed of his thrusts, having no fear of being caught. And if they were to get caught, how would it look?

Maggie knew she looked like a willing participant as she laid there with her thighs spread as far as they could manage, her panties pushed to the side hastily - an obscene sight if she’d ever seen one. And maybe her brain wasn’t there yet, maybe internally she was still fighting the pleasure but outside, she was submitting to it.

Her walls shuttered when Shane added his thumb to her clit, relieving her in two places at once of the ache that had taken over. His strokes were faster now, hard, his thumb working over time as her juices began to cover his hand.

Was it bad that she wanted to touch him too?

Sitting up just a little, Maggie told herself that it was natural for her body to seek to out the person that was making her feel so good. She just wasn’t positive if that was the only reason.. Shane was still on his knees before her, never once taking anything for himself - not yet. The large bulge in his jeans told her that he wanted to. She could only imagine his need, how hard he was from the sight in front of him.

What sort of man raped a woman and got what he wanted last? What sort of man followed his victim’s lead, increasing the pressure when she whimpered, slowing down to coax her down from the edge in fear she’d get there sooner than she wanted?

Better yet - what sort of woman enjoyed it?

“Shane, please.” Maggie whined, not even sure of herself anymore.

Please what? Please fuck her? Please let her get to that point that her aching walls were nearing? Please don’t judge her when she reached out and stroked him back?

She didn’t know what she was asking him to do, all Maggie knew was that when her free hand grabbed his, Shane moaned, like he’d been waiting on the contact.

And it was that sound, that groan from such a large, dangerous man that did her in.

It hurt to force his fingers from inside of her. Maggie felt every nerve in her body shudder when her pleasure was put on pause, her clit throbbing in pain from the abrupt stop. But as much as she wanted feel that release, she wanted to feel Shane more. The idea was terrifying. But no more terrifying then realizing that he’d stopped just like she’d wanted, officially putting her in charge of the act.

Was it even rape when she was the one that unbuckled his belt?

“I’m- “

Maggie cut him off before he could finish speaking. She didn’t know what Shane was about to say, but judging by those brown eyes, it looked like an apology. She didn’t want one, not right now, not yet. Pity would’ve reminded her of what had really happened and she didn’t want to think about it.

“Shhh.” She told him, running her hand up his shirt and over his abs, feeling them contract in response to her soft touches.

It was Shane’s turn to be shushed by Maggie, just like it was his turn to expose himself to her, unzipping his jeans and finally freeing himself in a rushed meeting of their tangled hands.

When Maggie laid back down, Shane came with her this time. His hard chest was pressed against hers, both of them still wearing their shirts, not that it mattered. All that mattered was that he was arranging himself between her thighs, still not even bothering to remove her panties.

The hatred had long ago been replaced with need.

Not just the anger she’d felt towards him, but also the shame she’d felt towards herself. Maggie had no shame when her legs wrapped around his wide waist, not a single flicker of regret when she pushed her own underwear to the side this time, moaning in anticipation.

But the guilt she’d wished on the man whose cock was right at her entrance had seemed to have finally settled into his brain.

There were no more harsh commands to obey, no more snide remarks or eyes lost to whatever demons he’d been fighting. Instead, when Shane finally pushed every hard inch of himself into Maggie on a shared moan, his face was buried into her neck, giving her a few gentle brushes of his lips, physical apologies because she wouldn’t let him verbalize them.

Maggie was too far gone to really notice though. She’d never had such a large man inside of her, filling her up, tearing her apart in more ways than one. Shane’s first thrust was easy - more of a slow grind, one that pushed Maggie into the mattress and closer to the edge. She’d already been so close and once again his patience worked miracles. Every time Shane would rock his hips into her, Maggie’s grasp on his shoulders would tighten, begging him for more and he always gave it.

Little by little she could feel his cock pushing into her harder, deeper, but never quite as hard as she knew he wanted to. Shane’s pants were still on, constraining his body, preventing him from moving quite as freely as he normally would. But Maggie was thankful for it. There was something so desperate in his deep and steady rhythm, his cock pulsing with each purposeful thrust, that Maggie knew he clawing just as hard as she was to reach the point of no return.

“Harder.”

The word came out like a pant, one that was quickly obeyed, and Maggie knew that single command was the reason that Shane finally allowed himself to bite down on her flesh while his cock drove into her.

He knew now how much she wanted it. Maybe his guilt was gone too because Maggie felt his strong hands grip her tighter, unapologetically, as he continued to thrust as hard as he could.

Maggie could feel her sweaty hair clinging to her forehead as her thighs tightened, as the pressure in her abdomen that had been brewing all night quickly traveled down. Shane’s moans were in sync with hers, his muffled and Maggie’s filling up that farmhouse, sounds that only made Maggie’s release approach quicker.
With Shane never once relenting from blows he was now inflicting, Maggie felt her eyes squeeze shut just as her walls squeezed tight, pulsing and flickering just like her pleasure, until finally it peaked in one consuming shudder. And there was no turning back from a release like that, one that drained her body of any iota of anguish she had left about their encounter.

Maggie was still reeling as the ripples of pleasure washed over her and it was easy to pull Shane away from her neck and to her lips instead, their mouths finally connecting for the first that time as their tongues intertwined, just like their whimpers.

She felt the moment his cock hardened inside of her but instead of making a motion for him to pull out, Maggie deepened their kiss, giving him silent permission to thrust in as far as her body would allow. Her wet walls welcomed the first shot of his load, both of their hips rising to meet for the next, until there wasn’t a drop of it left to spill.

What had she done?

When Shane collapsed on top of her, Maggie found herself running her hands over him, actually stroking his back through his sweaty shirt.

Her little sister was practically catatonic, her father was gone, the boy she’d just told she’d loved was out there too, and the only man that might have stopped Shane was with them. And instead of worrying about them, she’d just let Shane Walsh manipulate her body. Instead of pushing him away, she found herself missing the heavy weight of his body when he finally rolled away, already righting himself in his jeans, his large chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

She should’ve been fuming with anger. She should’ve been crying and telling him to leave, but instead, when Shane spoke Maggie just snorted in disbelief.

“This wasn’t my plan when I came in here.” He said and Maggie just stared at the ceiling, feeling numb.

“Bullshit.” She told him, pulling the covers back up, wishing like hell that he’d leave.

And a small part of her knowing that if he didn’t, she wouldn’t say anything.

“I knew I was mad as hell.” He went on. “I knew I wanted to take it out on someone, I knew I was right about that barn and someone had to see it.”

“Well congratulations, you were right about the barn. You want a damn trophy? Everyone knows you were right, but that doesn’t mean they can accept the pain of the truth as easily as you.”

“What makes you think it’s easy?”

HIs question was a bit disarming and it forced Maggie to finally look over at him. Shane was still sweaty, his eyes growing heavy, his large hand rubbing over his shaven head just like it always did.

She’d wondered for a while what had brought on the decision for him to shave all of his hair off. It’d felt so cliche, so typical, something that only villains in movies did after undergoing a drastic change. But maybe he was right, maybe things weren’t so easy for him either. Maybe whatever catalyst had brought the decision on had screwed him up so much that he’d figured he’d look the part. Or maybe he’d just wanted a damn haircut.

There were far too many maybes running through her head, like the idea that maybe they’d all eventually be Shanes. Maybe she was laying next to her future, maybe there would come a day when she was so desperate to cope that she too would act out in atrocious ways.

Maybe she already had.

“Your daddy will be back. Glenn will too.” Shane told her, almost reading her mind. “Rick ain’t always the brightest but he’s got a knack for a showin’ up.”

“I know.”

And she did. But what would happen when Glenn did come back? Maggie had told the boy she loved him and deep down she knew it wasn’t true. She’d simply wanted to love him. She’d wanted to live in denial a little bit longer, to believe things the way Rick did, not accept the truth like Shane. Maggie hadn’t violated Glenn’s body but she’d certainly put him on the spot with her false words, all for her own selfish needs and not once stopping to consider his feelings. It was probably best he hadn’t said it back.

“You gonna tell me to leave yet?”

As much as she wanted to hate Shane for what had just happened and for having the audacity to not even dismiss himself, the feelings just weren’t there.

Their world came with no handbook, no rules to guide them. And when it got the best of someone - who could Maggie point the finger at? The man who’d fallen victim to it or the circumstances that had led to it? Would Shane had ever done what’d he just did if they weren’t living in hell and if not, was he even still to blame?

The questions never seemed to stop coming but they were quickly being accompanied by Maggie’s exhaustion.

“I don’t care what you do.” She answered, truly meaning it. “Just do whatever it is you have to, that’s what we’re all doing anyway.”

Maggie ignored him after that. She shut her eyes and rolled over to face the wall instead, hoping when she woke up in the morning her long lost anger would return and she’d be able to hate him properly. She wanted to dislike him, she wished that when she felt his hand gently begin to stroke her back that she’d be filled with the urge to vomit.

Instead, she exhaled and almost immediately fell asleep.
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