"Uuuurrghh.." Shane groans again, arms helplessly slung over your shoulders, face buried in your neck in exhaustion, eyes just a smidge bit open. You hush him gently, kneeling down to place him in the bedroll while making sure his head doesn't hit the pillow too hard.

"I know, big guy. Careful now." you whisper, straightening out his careless limbs, pulling off his jacket.

Shane had a big day. A frightening one. Lori had let her sights off of Carl again, and he'd gone missing chasing after a stray deer or something. Before anyone could stop him, Shane ran after as soon as she screamed, bolting in the direction where the boy was last seen.

He didn't come back for hours on end. Truth was, he got lost after being chased by a Walker, but he finally found Carl, and brought him back to camp by following the smoke from the bonfire.

He'd been running all day. He was tired as shit, breathless and panting as he tugged the young Grimes back to his parents. Boneless.

"Don't.. y' don't gotta be doin' allat.." he protests softly, voice still gruff, eyes closed, as you undo his bootlaces.