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Title: Like Nailing Jelly To A Tree
Fandom/original: The Walking Dead
Characters: Jessika Jackson (OC) and Shane Walsh
Rating: PG
Word count: 370
The silence didn’t bother her. In recent days all of them had grown more quiet. It was like their hope burned up with the CDC. What else was there to say?
What bothered Jessika was, well, it was two things really. The first was that she found herself attracted to the most infuriating man in the group. And to think she once thought that was Merle. Boy was she wrong. Merle was frustrating, disgusting, and completely bass ackwards but you saw it coming. He didn’t sucker you in with easy smiles full of dimples or afternoons goofing around with small children. He didn’t make you care about him only to find out he was completely emotionally unavailable. And he certainly didn’t flirt without having any intention of following through.
No, of the two, Shane was definitely the most infuriating and if the glares coming off Lori said anything, Jessika wasn’t the only one to think so.
The second thing that bothered her was that no matter how close she got, she could never quite get a read on him. Jess was great at reading people. That and a wealth of random information were what kept her alive in the weeks before she joined the rest of the group. In these terrible times with the dead walking around eating people, it was the living that were the scariest to deal with so having the ability to discern a person’s motives or intentions was an invaluable trait.
Yet for all her super powers of observation, she couldn’t read him. He treated her like a child, an obligation, a friend, an annoyance, and on very rare occasions a woman. She hated herself for it but she lived for the latter. Those bittersweet moments often hidden in the darkness when no one else was around and he almost seemed to flirt. It was the worst sort of torture because she knew in the light of day with the others present that Shane would be gone and all that would be left was that feeling of frustration and that ridiculous kernel of hope.
Fandom/original: The Walking Dead
Characters: Jessika Jackson (OC) and Shane Walsh
Rating: PG
Word count: 370
The silence didn’t bother her. In recent days all of them had grown more quiet. It was like their hope burned up with the CDC. What else was there to say?
What bothered Jessika was, well, it was two things really. The first was that she found herself attracted to the most infuriating man in the group. And to think she once thought that was Merle. Boy was she wrong. Merle was frustrating, disgusting, and completely bass ackwards but you saw it coming. He didn’t sucker you in with easy smiles full of dimples or afternoons goofing around with small children. He didn’t make you care about him only to find out he was completely emotionally unavailable. And he certainly didn’t flirt without having any intention of following through.
No, of the two, Shane was definitely the most infuriating and if the glares coming off Lori said anything, Jessika wasn’t the only one to think so.
The second thing that bothered her was that no matter how close she got, she could never quite get a read on him. Jess was great at reading people. That and a wealth of random information were what kept her alive in the weeks before she joined the rest of the group. In these terrible times with the dead walking around eating people, it was the living that were the scariest to deal with so having the ability to discern a person’s motives or intentions was an invaluable trait.
Yet for all her super powers of observation, she couldn’t read him. He treated her like a child, an obligation, a friend, an annoyance, and on very rare occasions a woman. She hated herself for it but she lived for the latter. Those bittersweet moments often hidden in the darkness when no one else was around and he almost seemed to flirt. It was the worst sort of torture because she knew in the light of day with the others present that Shane would be gone and all that would be left was that feeling of frustration and that ridiculous kernel of hope.
My Location: canon!verse
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