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The End With You

Chapter 2 : Night Terrors (Please Stay)

Charlie Dalgleish x Ashley DuPont (OC)

Disclaimer: This story is a multi-chapter explicit fic set in a zombie apocalypse. There will be gore, eventual NSFW content, as well as mentions of rape and SA (non-graphic descriptions). Read at your own discretion. MINORS DNI.

Chapter CW: Blood, non-graphic and non-gorey description of suture removal, night terrors, and tooth rotting fluff/mutual pining.

Word Count: 3,821

A/N: FUCKING FINALLY sorry for da wait. here is some extra cuteness 2 make up 4 it <3

The walk to Ashley’s shelter was a long one, in the dark no less. But Charlie’s rumbling stomach was enough of a leash; as long as she heard his stomach, she knew he was still behind her.

“Would it be annoying if I asked how much longer?” Charlie asked quietly.

“We’re almost there,” she replied, “it’s far away for a reason. Maybe another ten minutes or so.”

“Okay,” Charlie nodded, breathing a little heavier now. “And, uh… no offense… but how do I know you’re not just luring me to my death right now?”

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes?” Ashley teased and rolled her eyes. “No wonder you were so quiet. I don’t know hiw to prove your safety to you other than the fact that I could have killed you at any point. I could have burnt down that whole building with you in it, just to make sure I killed all of those assholes. I could’ve killed you as soon as we were far away enough that they couldn’t hear you scream. But I didn’t do any of that. And I don’t plan to.”

Charlie was silent for a long moment. The only sounds around them were the chirps of distant bugs and birds; their hard footsteps crunching against the forest floor.

“That’s true, I guess,” he finally muttered. “Can I ask why you’re traveling alone? Or do you have more people at your shelter waiting for us?”

“Nope. It’s just me,” Ashley replied. “I travel alone because it’s what I know. I’ve been on my own for a long time now.”

“Don’t you get lonely?” Charlie’s voice was still quiet, like he was afraid of upsetting her. Or maybe he was traumatized by the assholes back there. The thought made Ashley wish she’d killed all of them.

“Not necessarily,” she shook her head. “I was mentally alone long before I was physically alone. It’s what I’m comfortable with. And you? Have you always been with your group?”

“Not always, but I’ve always been around people,” Charlie replied. “I don’t do very well ok my own… if that wasn’t obvious.”

“Not everyone does. And that’s okay when you’re in a group,” Ashley shrugged, pulling aside another branch for Charlie. “There’s risks to being alone and there are risks to being in a group. To each their own, you know?”

“Yeah.” Charlie grabbed the branch and slid past it, letting it snap into place behind him. He fell silent, and Ashley did too. “So… what kind of shelter is it?”

“It’s an underground bunker,” Ashley replied, her eyes darting wround until she found it. A large, lone rock in the middle of a small clearing. “And we’re here.”

“Uh- wh- here? Where is it?” Charlie sputtered, and Ashley watched his disbelief and confusion turn into fear. She just laughed at him as she bent down and shoved the boulder away and out of the clearing, revealing a metal handle. “Oh. Thank fucking god, I thought maybe you were some wackjob… or that you had actually lured me out here to kill me.”

“Oh, yee of little faith,” she teased as she unclasped her necklace and used the metal pendant—the key—to unlock the latch. As soon as she heard the familiar loud click, she turned the handle counter-clockwise and lifted as hard as she could. Once she had it leaning on its hinges, she motioned for Charlie to go first. “Go on but be careful. I’ll turn the lights on when I close the hatch and get down to the bottom. It’s not that deep.”

“Oh! O-Okay,” Charlie stepped forward and slowly lowered himself onto the ladder. She watched him go down, and kept an eye on their surroundings. She’d done a wide-spread perimeter check earlier in the day when she’d left, and there was no new signs of passing people… as per usual. Still, though, she liked to check.

She followed Charlie down, and grabbed the edge of the hatch, bringing it down with her. She dropped it above her and turned the handle to lock it again. Once they were both on the floor, she reached out for the wall until she caught the edge of the light switch. She flipped it on and the bulbs on the ceiling flickered to life. Both she and Charlie blinked rapidly, their eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. “How the hell did you get electricity in here?”

“Solar panels,” Ashley explained, beginning to de-armour herself. “Long story, but my dad was a doomsday prepper who read a lot of books. Before he died, he set up this bunker and we lived out of it for a long time. I only just came back here last month and got the panels back up and running. They power up the lights and the ventilation system. Makes it so we can breathe, and cook in here without worrying about dying from the fumes or alerting anyone passing by. It’s even got some plumbing and running water—don’t ask me how, I have no fucking clue how that shithead managed it. And no, the water won’t get hot, but cold water is better than nothing.”

“Holy shit.” Charlie’s blue eyes were wide as he looked around at her base. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be. This bunker was the only good thing that ever came from his shitty existence,” she mumbled as she opened a cupboard to look for the bag of rice she’d stolen not long ago. “Now go sit down, I’ll make you food.” She motioned to the brown couch that her father’d found and brought into the bunker, on one of the days she’d gone out hunting. She still had no clue where he found it or how he’d managed to lug it down here, but hey, it was comfortable and it was a futon.

Charlie stumbled over and sat down, arms wrapped around himself. She finally found the rice and walked around him to the far corner of the room to power the vents, then made her way over to the fireplace that two of the vents were attached to. She lit a piece of newspaper as kindling and added it to the logs she’d put there before she had left. She watched to make sure the smoke was being sucked out through the vent before she did anything else; the last thing she needed was for both of them to die from a lack of oxygen or from a fire gone rogue.

Ashley poured three cups of rice—two helpings for Charlie, one for herself—into a metal pot, and started to rinse it in the sink. She could feel Charlie’s eyes on her, but she tried to ignore it; he was just hungry. “It’s rude to stare.”

“Sorry,” Charlie flinched; Ashley saw it out of the corner of her eye.

“It’s fine. I know you’re just hungry,” she replied as she finally saw the water run clear. She filled the water up to her first knuckle and brought the pan over to the fire, where she set it onto the rack above the flames. “Let me find you something to have now…” she muttered, turning around to rummage through her cupboards.

The only thing she could find was a bag of jerky she’d made a week ago. She grabbed it and filled a cup with water from the sink for him, then walked over to the couch where he was sitting. She handed him both the jerky and the water, and he looked like he might cry.

“Thank you,” he managed, ripping into the jerky with shaky hands. Ashley chuckled at him and sat beside him on the couch as she waited for the rice to cook.

“Don’t eat too fast,” she instructed, and Charlie paused go look at her. “Eating too fast when you’re already starving can damage your stomach. And remember I’m cooking you a hot meal that will taste better than that.”

“R-Right,” Charlie mumbled around a mouth full of jerky. He chewed a bit slower, then washed the dry meat down with the water. “Thanks, Ash–…ley.”

She saw the panic in his eyes, as if he were afraid she was going to kill him just for using a nickname. Ashley felt that same rapid surge of protectiveness swarm her chest and everything within her was begging to comfort him… so she gave in, this time.

With a small chuckle, she reached up and gently ruffled his fluffy brown hair, then stood up to go check the rice. When she glanced back at him, he was suddenly very focused on the jerky in his hand, and his face was turning more and more pink by the second… Damnit.

He was… cute. Very cute.

Ashley shook the thought out of her mind as she looked at the rice to see it hadn’t changed much. She made her way back over to the tiny mini-fridge beside the cupboard and grabbed the fish she’d caught just the night before. This fridge was the only extra thing that the solar panels powered. It only worked half the time, but it was enough to keep food cold for a day or two.

While fish had never been her favorite type of meat, it was still meat. Living near a lake meant that fish was the most convenient thing to eat around here, and she was tired of eating squirrels or rabbits. And she never had enough fridge space to keep even a baby deer cold for long enough to eat the whole thing; too much of it had gone to waste the last time she tried. So, fish were her best bet for now.

After quick deliberation, she decided the whole fish would go to Charlie… she didn’t mind only eating rice and jerky for the night. She’d eaten plenty that morning and the rice would fill in for what she’d already digested.

Once she finished cleaning and preparing the fish with the few seasonings she had—mostly fresh garlic, salt, and pepper—she flayed it and set it skin-down onto a small metal platter. She set that down to cook and sat in front of the fire to watch. After a moment, Charlie joined her on the cement floor.

“How long ago did he pass?” He asked. Ashley met his eyes.

“It’s been two years,” she replied. “I left this bunker behind and started traveling west… but found nothing I wanted to stay for, so I came back here. The running water and electricity was worth it. How ‘bout you? Are your parents still… with us?”

“Uhm… no,” Charlie shook his head, and she saw him grip the piece of jerky in his hand a little tighter before he bit off a chunk. “My dad died a month after I was born. My mom and step-dad died when I was like… fifteen, I think. Along with my brothers. It was kind of a freak accident.”

“Shit. I’m sorry…” Ashley frowned, taking note of the dryness of Charlie’s eyes… and the grief that was still there despite his lack of tears. She reached out and set her hand down onto his shoulder.

Charlie looked at it, and the pink returned to his face as he met her gaze. “Uh- I… it’s okay, um… it was a long time ago and I know they’d be glad I made it this far, y’know?“ He was rambling now, and Ashley’s hand slid over to his back instead. “You-um… you’re good at comforting. Uh… thanks. For, like, everything. For saving me, for the food, for, um… being really nice to me, and like. Not killing me.”

Ashley tried not to laugh at him; she fought it hard. He was unfairly cute, and she wanted to squish him. She wanted…

Whoa.

She wanted to stay with him, didn’t she? She wanted to help him find his friends. She wanted to take that journey with him; to find that safe haven together. And the thought of that was exhilarating and terrifying.

“You’re welcome,” was all she could say for a long moment.

Once the fish and rice had cooked, Ashley plated it all up in the only two bowls she had. She handed the fuller bowl to Charlie and gave him a spoon. “Sorry, I don’t have forks,” she mumbled and Charlie just laughed before digging in. After a few bites, he paused, and looked at her bowl.

“Wait. Why didn’t you take any of the fish?” He asked and Ashley swallowed her mouthful.

“I don’t really like fish. Rice is filling enough,” she replied. “I’ve only been surviving off of fish because there’s a huge lake a two hour walk North of here… food it food, but this is a good excuse not to eat it.”

“Oh.” Charlie paused, then shoved another large bite into his mouth.

Charlie finished his food before Ashley did, and she ended up handing him the rest of her bowl while she cleaned up. Once he ate the rest of her rice, he actually stood up and helped her… Ashley tried not to think about how sweet of him that was as she stomped the embers in the fireplace out.

Once the area was tidied, Ashley stood up and remembered their conversation from earlier.

“Okay,” she said. “Lay down on the couch and lift your shirt. I need to see those stitches.”

“Huh?” Charlie looked at her with wide eyes, then blinked, like the memory had come back to him. “Oh… right. Yeah.” He made his way over to the couch and laid down, awkwardly pulling the hem of his tee shirt up to reveal the horizontal scar. It began just below his belly button and ran laterally toward the left side of his body. It was aboutfive inches long, with seven stitches in total… she was surprised to see it’d healed really well. No signs of infection either, other than skin irritation, which was to be expected. But it was also very interesting. Clearly, Charlie knew how to take care of wounds.

Ashley walked over to the cupboard in the corner of the room to grab her first aid kit and instruments. They weren’t sterile, but they were clean enough and they were all she had.

“This might sting,“ she said, crouching beside him and taking out her suture scissors and cotton forceps. “Try not to flinch, okay?”

“Yup. Got it.” Charlie bit down on his lip, and Ashley placed her hand on his side, above the scar. She tried not to focus on the fact that his skin was warm, and soft, and… shit. Right; she had a job to do here. Ashley used her hand to manipulate the skin a bit, just to see where the knots were. They were a little messy, but still impressive considering he probably didn’t have any type of needle holder or forceps to help tie them off. The sutures were tight enough, and the ends weren’t cut too short…

“These are good sutures,” she mumbled, slipping the curved edge of her scissors under one of them, beneath the knot, and snipped. “Were you a medic in your group? Or…?”

“No,” Charlie shook his head. “Blood actually kinda makes me queasy. But I’ve seen one of my friends get stitches from an actual doctor before, at the Q-Z I was in growing up. I didn’t remember how to do the knots but I knew they had to be tight enough.”

“Well, you did a good job.” Ashley gently tugged on the knot of the suture, relieved when the suture slipped out with no resistance. She moved onto the next one; snip, tug, pull. Snip, tug, pull. There was minimal bleeding, and Charlie only flinched once when she’d tugged on the fourth suture.

Finally, they were done. She used a clean rag and some water to wash the blood away, then put a tiny bit of rubbing alcohol on a swab to clean the area. He’d flinched harder at that, but otherwise didn’t fuss, which she thoroughly appreciated. Once she was done, she placed gauze on the area and taped it down, and helped him lower his shirt. She let the knuckles of her fingers graze his abdomen as she did, and looked up to see Charlie’s face was a pretty pink color again. He was about to speak, but Ashley cut him off before he could.

“Don’t mention it,” she said, offering a soft smile and standing. “C’mon—this couch turns into a bed. Help me unfold it.”

“Um. So. Are we, like, sharing? Or do you want me to sleep on the floor? Because I can totally sleep on the floor, I don’t mind!”

Ashley turned to face Charlie and cocked an eyebrow at him. He shut his lips together, and she motioned to the floor.

“This is cement. Do you really think I’m going to make you sleep on cement?” She asked, crossing her arms. “The futon is big enough for both of us to fit, and I don’t mind sharing if you don’t. Just don’t try anything, or I will kill you.”

“I won’t. I value my life,” Charlie replied with a violent head shake, then sat down on the edge of the mattress. “Um… so tomorrow, what are we gonna do? I don’t know if I can find my way out of this forest.”

“I’ll bring you back to your shelter so you can get your things,” Ashley replied, pulling off her hoodie and leaving her ribbed tank top on. She ignored the way Charlie immediately looked away from her. “And after that, we’re starting the trek out East to Wyoming.”

Charlie’s wide eyes flicked to meet hers, “Wait, you… you’re helping me go? Why?”

“Because I have nothing better to do,” Ashley replied, kicking off her shoes. She lit the oil lantern near the bed and turned the lights off, sitting down on her side if the bed. “And if this commune is what you say it is, then it’s worth the journey. Besides… I wanna help you find your friends. I wanna help you survive.”

Charlie’s tense shoulders relaxed, and he scooted up to lay down.

“You’re really nice, under that spiky exterior,” he teased, and Ashley rolled her eyes.

“Shut up and go to bed.”

Ashley blew out the fire on the lamp and laid down on the mattress, facing away from Charlie. She felt his weight shift on the bed, then felt it settle.

The soft hum of the ventilation system lulled the two of them into a light slumber.

Ashley awoke to the sound of heavy breathing, and heat radiating from behind her.

It took her a moment to wake up enough to process those things… and when she did, she thought the worst. Charlie was trying to hurt her; she’d have to kill him and drop his body off in the middle of the night with a groggy mind.

But then she heard it.

“N-No,” a soft whimper, the sound utterly gut-wrenching. “Please, stop, t-that hurts! That hurts!”

Ashley’s instincts kicked in before she could even process the sleepy words. She sat up in an instant and lit the lamp after fumbling with the lighter. Her head whipped around, only to see Charlie unharmed, and still asleep. Tears were streaming down his face, his hands were gripping the mattress and he was shaking his head, fluffy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He was having a night terror.

Slowly, she reached out to place a soft hand on the side of his cheek, cradling his face. Her heart shattered when he flinched away from it.

“Charlie,” she whispered, folding her hand to caress his cheek with her knuckles. “Charlie,” she said a little louder, but still hushed. He stopped shaking his head—almost like he could hear her. “You’re safe,” she tried, hoping her voice was cutting through the nightmare. “You aren’t in danger, you’re dreaming. Wake up, Charlie. I’m right here.”

Slowly, Charlie’s grip on the mattress loosened, but his tears kept coming. She moved her hand down to his shoulder and gently shook him, until finally, Charlie’s entire body convulsed. He sat up so fast that he nearly hit Ashley on the way up, but she was quick enough to move away.

“Fuck!” Charlie gasped, and he was breathing so heavily that it sounded painful. Ashley sat up a little further and placed her hand on his shoulder again.

“Hey,” she said softly, and Charlie’s wide, teary blue eyes flashed toward her. The fear in his eyes dissipated. “You’re safe, you were having a nightmare. You’re okay.” But Charlie was still breathing too heavy.

The unrelenting urge to comfort him was an odd one for her. If it were anyone else, she’d slap them awake, call them pathetic and tell them to suck it up so she could fucking sleep. But Charlie was shaking, he was crying, and he was looking at her like she was his safe place.

Finally, Ashley gave in to her urges.

She reached out, one hand cradling his cheek and gently tugging his head to lay on her chest. Her other arm curled around his back, and she held him gently so he could push her away if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Instead, his arms flew to wrap around her middle, pulling himself closer to her, and she felt hot tears spill onto her skin. Ashley traced patterns into his cheek with her thumb.

“‘m sorry,” Charlie whimpered. “Didn’t mean to wake you up, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry… please stay, ‘m sorry…”he chanted apologies as his words slurred into quiet sobs. Ashley’s heart felt like it was being torn into a million pieces. She just held him tighter.

“Shh,” she hushed softly, and pulled him down toward the bed again. “It’s okay, Charlie… it’s okay. I’m here. Let’s lay back down, okay?”

Charlie mumbeld something that sounded like an “okay,” so she helped him lay comfortably on top of her. He had his head on her chest, presumably listening to her heart, and she was still tracing patterns into the soft skin of his cheek. She alternated between that and gently tracing the tip of her finger up and down the mid-line of his nose. Like how her father used to do when she was a toddler, to get her to fall asleep.

“Than’you,” Charlie mumbled sleepily.

“Shh. Sleep now,” she whispered, and felt Charlie’s eyelashes flitter against her skin as he finally shut his eyes.

Part of her wondered if she would even be able to sleep like this; she had never slept with a human so close to her like this before…

It was all of five minutes before Ashley’s eyes drifted shut.

#cicikyu speakz #slimefucker #slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x oc

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cicikyu-mimicsyou · 3 months ago

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best friend in love with reader charlie whom reader has a boyfriend headcanons

hehehehe okay :3 making the boyfriend shitty because why not

SFW HC’s: Charlie x GN!Reader (Who has a Shitty Boyfriend)

- I feel like Charlie would absolutely play the long game. He would sit and bide his time and be there for you whenever your boyfriend slips up.

- The first time your boyfriend slips up For Real, Charlie is the first person you call. And he’s there immediately, without hesitation. Like it DOES NOT MATTER what he’s doing or where he is, he’s dropping everything, grabbing his keys and sprinting to his car

“Char?” You mutter into the phone as soon as he picks up.

“Y/N! What’s up?” You can hear him walking away from whatever he’s doing, or whoever he’s with. “Are you okay?” He asks, even though he feels like he already knows.

“He fucking accused me of cheating,” you say, and he can hear the rage in your voice. “As if I’m the one taking extra shifts on weekends and coming home smelling like another bitch! I’m tired of this, Char.”

“Dump him,” Charlie groans into the phone. “He’s obviously fucking projecting.”

“You think?” You reply, almost snarky. You sigh and rub your temples. “Sorry, I’m just… worked up. Can I come over?”

- You best believe he’s saying yes EXPEDITIOUSLY. Doesn’t matter if he’s out with friends or busy, he will SPEED home to beat you there

- And when you come over in PJ’s with an overnight bag, he nearly loses it then and there. This isn’t the first time this has happened but every time he feels like his tongue is gonna fall out of his mouth and embarrass him

- He would bring you inside and get you all cozy, and let you vent to him

- The next day, when you and your boyfriend make up, Charlie could not roll his eyes far enough back into his head to satisfy his blooming hatred.

- He would never push you to break up but it’s taking every ounce of his energy not to yell it at the top of his lungs.

- Would definitely offer to “test” your bf by making an intricately faked account on ig of a pretty girl (one of y’all’s IRL friends who consents, most likely) and ask your bf out on a fake date

- You probably say no because it feels manipulative. Charlie pouts a little too long

- But when you finally, FINALLY, break up with your shitty ex because you caught him cheating? Oh BOY Charlie is over the fucking moon

- Like bro is vibrating. Trembling in his little slimy cowboy boots

- He’s the one to help you get your stuff and move it into his house (per his suggestion, ofc) and the whole time he’s shooting these utterly shit eating grins at your (now ex) when you’re not looking

- And if your ex starts getting pushy? Wants to get you alone? Charlie is Not. Fucking. Having. It.

“Back the fuck up,” he says when your ex tries to grab you. Charlie immediately places himself between you and your ex; while he isn’t physically taller than your ex, he is significantly wider and visibly stronger. “I will call the fucking cops. Try me.”

- Of course your ex backs tf off because who the hell wants the cops called

- Charlie brings you back to his place and helps you unpack while you’re crying. He’d pull you into his arms and hold you close to his chest; if you’re small, he would pick you up bridal style and sit down on his bed or the couch with you in his lap, and hold you like you’re something precious. Because to him, you are.

- He’d wipe your tears and whisper sweet things

“Oh honey, oh y/n.” He rocks gently side to side in what he hopes is a soothing rhythm. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. I’m so sorry.”

- When you cry harder, he’d hold you closer and kiss your head. He’d just be there for you until you either fall asleep or feel better

- He makes sure you give you space and time to heal, he doesn’t want to scare you away. Not when he finally has a CHANCE

- It takes a while before Charlie finally makes a move. You are both laying in his bed, and he’s watching your tiktok feed with you

- He places his arm over your stomach, hand cupping your waist like he owns you. Thumb caressing circles into the skin exposed from your shirt riding up. And you’re pretending you don’t notice

- But then you look at him and he’s Right There. You can feel his breath on your face, he still smells like mint even though he brushed his teeth over an hour ago

- Charlie’s eyes are roaming all over your face, like he’s memorizing every feature.

- You’re the first to close the distance. Your lips press against his, you feel his hand stutter against your waist, feel him stop breathing. But before you can pull away, you feel the hand on your waist rush to cradle the back of your neck.

- His lips are mildly chapped but nothing sharp. He moves to crawl over you, knocking your phone out of your hand to plop onto the bed. He places himself half in-between your thighs, tangling your legs together in a heap of warm flesh. You can feel the hair of his legs, bare from his shorts, you can feel his other free hand dip into the bed beside you to hold himself up.

- When you guys finally pull apart to breathe, Charlie’s head drops to your neck, and he lets himself fully lay on you now.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You beat me to it.” You giggle at this and slide your hand up to the base of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. And then you yank. “Ow!” He laughs, looking up at you in the dim light of his room.

“You really were just biding your time, weren’t you?” You tease, and Charlie just grins at you.

“I’m just glad you kissed me first.”

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A/N: this could have been so much better but i’m TIRED okay sue me.

#slimecicle x reader #cicikyu speakz #hehehehehe #love you jilly

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