#zombie reader

[bug-is-snug]

starved pt. 2

part one

plot: you're a zombie <3 CW: depictions of violence, depictions of obsession, gore, self-cannibalism (stay safe cutiepies!), blood, gore, eventual smut (That means Minors DO NOT INTERACT), self harm (I think? I'm not sure but I'm adding it to be safe!), military inaccuracies, dead dove do not eat kinds of stuff

A/N: let me know if I missed anything with the content warnings! Also please forgive me for the terrible accents, I am but a small humble person with the brain made of v8 juice- Also some of this was written on mobile so forgive me if there are any grammar errors ^^; banner by: @frostthecupcake (deactivated) and found by using "Find A Banner"

You felt your face grow warm as your mind went back to the sight of your Captain's wrist. Well- mainly his veins...God, he had lovely veins... You imagined grabbing his arm and sinking your teeth in, tearing away at his skin and tendons with gnashing teeth...while you daydreamt you couldn't help but wonder; How sweet would his flesh taste? Shaking your head profusely, you let out a huff and continued to head off towards the barracks while ignoring the emptiness in your stomach. God, you could feel the blood running down your throat, warming you far better than any hard alcohol... "Stop it." You hissed quietly to yourself, as if you had any control over the thoughts that ran rampant in your mind, "Don't think at all, just shut up!"

Taking a moment, you lean up against the wall and desperately try to gather your thoughts. Your stomach growled almost angrily, making you let out a frustrated groan. "Hungry?" A familiar voice cooed playfully, their Scottish accent giving away their identity instantly. You look up to see Soap, your heart instantly beginning to race. Your eyes scanned over his body while your nose took in his scent, which allowed you to recognize that he had just gotten back from the shooting range, the smell of his musk and the gunpowder making your head swim. "Uh-" Christ, you sounded dumb, "Maybe? I dunno, I kinda skipped lunch today...though I do hear that your body can make you hungry when you're exhausted so- uh- maybe it's that?" ...WHAT? Where did that even come from?! What kind of stupid excuse is that?! Soap raised a brow, staring at you for a moment and giving away that he was also just as bewildered as you were over the shit you just said. "...I am going over here now." You quickly walked around him, attempting to make it to your room. "Hold on now, that dinnae make a lick o' sense. What's goin' on wi' ye?" A strong, calloused hand grasped at your forearm making your heart jump to your throat, "Ye alright, lovie?" You shuddered slightly, digging your nails into your palms as thoughts of tearing your precious teammate’s ribs apart and sinking your teeth into his heart while it still beats made you feel dizzy and your stomach ache. What would it taste like? Sweet? Savory? How much would you be able to devour before someone else stumbles upon the sight? You quickly interrupted your own thoughts as you blurted out, "I think I'm sick is all." Soap hummed and reached over, pressing his hand against your forehead. "Ye dinnae feel sick, ye feel cold to be honest, lovie..." He muttered. "Sarge-" You were cut off by his hands feeling up the scruff of your neck and under your jaw. "Sorry, mate. My mum used to do this to check if me or my siblings were sick..." His voice was low, as if he trying not to spook an injured animal. "Sarge, I'm fine, honest-!" You tried to reason with him. You knew he was telling you the truth, but you also knew how he was. To clarify, while the relationship between you and Soap was rather handsy it was usually a welcome action and when it wasn't, you would tell him and he would back off. The touches the two of you would share sometimes bordered on inappropriate, but it often didn't go much further than that. It was a very intimate relationship, one that could be missed if someone didn't have a trained eye. However, it wasn't quite romantic...just intimate and sometimes intense-

Looking into his eyes, you could tell that while he was indeed just checking up on you, there was a small sense of enjoyment at the fact you were letting him casually paw at your sensitive skin. You let out a soft hiss in pain when he pressed down on a particularly tender spot, "Johnny, too hard..." "Sorry, lovie..." Soap said quietly, letting go after a moment. "It's okay..." You assured him, "What's the prognosis, Doctor MacTavish?" He chuckled at your teasing and shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, "Yer feelin' a bit stiff is all. Probably from yer god-awful posture." "Then I am going to do what I was planning to do and go take a nap. I should probably tell Gaz...I was gonna eat lunch with him today..." You said, disappointment heavy in your voice. "I can tell 'im fer you, lovie. Dinnae ye worry yer little head ‘bout it." Soap smiled, reaching over and giving you an affectionate pat on the shoulder. A sigh left your lips as you gave him a relieved smile, "You'd really do that for me? Thank you, Johnny..." He smiled back, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder. "Yer welcome..." You playfully nudged his arm with your elbow which made him chuckle and give you a wink before he walked around you, leaving you on your own as you finally made it to your room. You remembered the last time you retreated to your room when feeling unwell while you stared at your bed, closing your door behind you. It was a few days after the attack... Your body felt like it was on fire, especially where that damn doctor had bitten you. Your heart raced and your arm felt like your veins had poison coursing through them. You had refused to let anyone know, nor let anyone take care of you going as far as to barricade the door. Stupid? Yes, but what were you supposed to do? Let the teammates whom you trust your life with every single day know you're unwell? Ask them for help because they're your found family and you would drop everything to take care of them if they were in this state because you love and cherish them as people? Cringe- You groaned in pain, curling up in your little bed while digging your nails into the fabric, tearing them effortlessly much to your surprise. "What the fuck?" You huffed out, grimacing as you stare at the ruined sheets, "I just bought those..." Was that what you should have been worried about? Absolutely not, but you have to cope somehow. The pain was unbearable, but the worst of it was the fever and the fever dreams that came along with them. Well, you called them fever dreams; they actually appeared in your mind when you were awake. And most of them were really just...urges... Visions of ripping people apart filled your mind. It felt so real...you could feel your fingers digging into some faceless person's skin, tearing apart their flesh and ripping apart their ribs while they screamed and thrashed. The more skeptical part of your mind shoved it off as just an edgy little thought that you had as a courtesy of watching so many horror movies with Gaz, just a silly little spout of aggression. No, it was the thought of eating the person that got you to worry. It was the thought of burying your face into their warm body and sinking your teeth into their heart that scared you. The worst part of it was the fact that your stomach growled every time you imagined chewing and swallowing, like a forbidden fruit... Blood spilling down your chin like you had just bit into an apple after days of neglecting your hunger became a feeling you craved desperately. "Please just be a really fucked up version of the flu..." You whispered, "I swear to everything that is good and holy if it's not-" You were interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in your stomach, making you cry out. Burying your face into your pillow, you let out a quiet sob while you clung to it. Somehow, you felt embarrassed about how much pain you felt. You've taken bullets for fuck's sake! You have broken bones, dislocated joints-! And a little stomachache is making you cry?!

"What the fuck...?" You muttered, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Upon seeing the literal puddle of it in your hand you cringed, “Mm…that’s nasty…”

Sitting up, you use the headboard of your bed to keep you steady while your head pounds and begs you to lay back down. You huff, leaning your head against your arm for a moment. This fucking sucks. There is no denying it!

Your nose is pressed against your flesh, and you catch a whiff of yourself…Oh my…

Your stomach beckons you, and in that moment, you don’t even care. How can you? You’re starving!

So…

Without a second thought…

You sink your teeth into your wrist with a sickening squelch, tearing through veins and muscle. And, God, if it didn’t taste lovely…

Back To Current Day…

You sit down on your bed, running your fingers over the stitching you had done over the once torn sheets. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough!

With a sigh, you lean against the wall, staring at the ceiling as you reach over and gently touch your forearm, your fingertips sliding across the edge of the bandage. You didn’t really want to check if the wound was still there…but you didn’t want it to get infected either.

Your eyes glance down as you kicked off your shoes, scooting into your bed while your hand slowly peeled the bandaid off. You expected infection…a festering, pulsing and pus filled one…however, there was nothing. Your wrist was completely healed, like nothing happened-! How…?

You shake your head as hard as you can, as if it would shake the thoughts away. You ball the bandaid up and go to the trashcan, tossing it before going to your sink and rinsing your hands off. This isn’t so bad, right? It’s- er- not ideal, but it’s something! Maybe you should keep a journal of your changes- No. Too risky. If anyone found it…

Your eyes closed as you lean against the counter, inhaling through your nose while your leg bounce uncomfortably, “I can’t see a doctor…I really should but-! …What if I hurt someone…?”

You found yourself doing that a lot; whispering to yourself, fighting yourself…etc…

But that’s neither here nor there, it’s time to eat.

You started to head to your mini fridge, kneeling down before it and opening it up to take a package of raw meat out. You tear it open with your finger, feeling yourself begin to shake…

Shoveling raw meat into your mouth was not a good feeling. Did it scratch that lizard part of your brain? Yes. But social norms taught you to be disgusted with such bad manners-! However…as you sunk your teeth into the raw chicken breast, you ripped and tore away at it, feeling yourself grow more and more ravenous as it you continued. It tasted pretty okay for the most part, which is what surprised you the most.

Tasted like chicken, obviously, but the raw flavor added to it somehow? It was so hard to describe! But…then those thoughts came…

You were imaging the meat belonging to Soap, your beloved teammate. You felt so dirty and perverted…

‘This isn’t normal,’ You reminded yourself, ‘This is NOT. NORMAL!’

You didn’t even realize someone else had entered your room until they cleared their throat, making you snap your attention to whomever it was.

Oh shit.

[heartfullofleeches]

X

[Neighbor Yan enters ghoul Reader's house carrying a few tupperware containers. They enter the sleeping ghoul's bedroom and checks their fingernails and teeth for any signs of decay. Their teeth nearly shut around the human's finger as their eyes open.]

Ghoul Reader: You.....

[Neighbor Yan freezes]

Ghoul Reader: Huxley!

Neighbor Yan, relaxing: Hey there... You decided to remember me today?

Ghoul Reader: I never forget. I always know who you are - even I don't always remember you. You're too important to forget - plus I write your name on my hand!

Neighbor Yan blushes - placing the bag in hand on their bed: Right... I brought you some more food. Try to remember it's rude not to eat every bite.

Ghoul Reader: You don't have to worry about that. Everything you make is super delicious! What meat did you use in that casserole from the other night? I thought it was beef, but is also kinda tasted like pork too. It's so good and I taste a bit of it in all your dishes. I'm still full days after

Neighbor Yan: It's a family recipe... I can't tell you.

Ghoul Reader: Oh! I'm so sorry... I wanted to make something for you for all your help...

[Neighbor Yan bends to kiss their forehead. Their skin so much warmer than it's been since the accident.]

Neighbor Yan: Don't worry about me... Just eat up and write down everything you remember like I told you too, okay?

Ghoul Reader: Okay.... happy anniversary, Huxley

[Neighbor Yan wipes a tear]

Neighbor Yan: Happy anniversary, Honey.

[wrathful--artist]

Infected/Zombie Reader helping RE men (Leon K., Carlos O., & Ethan W.)

Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. I’m going to preface that I’ve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, i’m only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I would’ve added him

(this is just a suggestion but here’s what’s damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)

You’re one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus

…but your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree

you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in

You’re enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move

This slowness bites you when you go down to the main hall to place a green and red plant you had found next to the typewriter, since Leon had been limping for quite awhile around the RPD

You gently place the two plants (still in the containers, you can’t grind them up due to the shakiness in your zombified hands) but you hear Leon coming down from the second floor library so you try and shuffle back into a room to hide again, until you hear the click of his gun

You turn around and see Leon, gun raised to likely give you a headshot like he’s given to plenty of the other zombies around (you know since you’ve seen plenty bodies with exploded heads..)

So you just, start shuffling backwards with arms raised in peace, mumbling ‘sorry.. sorry.. please, no.. hurt’ as best you can with your undead voice, which comes out pretty rough

Leon was about to shoot you but as soon as he saw you back away and mumble what sounded like human speech and not just growls and rumbles, so he lowers his gun slightly, tilting his head at you

You escape into the west office, and Leon fully lowers his gun and then looks at the plants you left him (he uses them, he’s not an idiot to ignore a healing item when he’s been at ‘danger’ for 2 hours)

When Leon unlocks the Goddess statue you come out from hiding and softly approach, and hand him some ammo and healing items “good.. byye..” you say to him look at him with your singular eye (you lost the other one when you got infected) before starting to walk off

Leon watches you walk away, about to hide again and he hesitates before saying “Wait, would you… like to come with me?”.

He watches you turn slightly and grumble “..you.. sure?”

He nods at you and you walk back up to him, and follow him as he goes down the stairs

Bonus:

During the G-3 fight you help by throwing yourself at him and stab one of the eyes with a knife Leon gave you, smiling in triumph when you stab an eye fully

Ada is very cautious and nearly shoots you several times, she thinks you’re just in the early stages of infection and she doesn’t want you killing her pawn (leon) before he gets the virus for her

When you get on the train Claire and Sherry are a bit wary of you but during the trip they start to like you, Leon’s account helps a lot as well

Carlos Oliveria (RE3)

Similar to Leon’s, you’re one of the people who fled to the RPD and got infected, and hid in a storage room (this storage room was clearly for all the Christmas decor… the bells gave it away)

You picked off the bells and kept them in a small box, as well as stealing post-it notes and a pen from the west office

From the second floor you watch Carlos and Tyrell make their way in, watching them scope out the place

As soon as you saw Carlos, you muttered under your breath “he..h.. scruffy..”

You noticed he was having a hard time with the Lickers, so you decided to make use of the bells you took, throwing them down hallways out of sight of Carlos so the Lickers chased the noise

He heard the chiming, making a remark like “The hell is that coming from?”

After awhile of doing this, you decided to just gift Carlos the bells

You place them on a desk with the brightest sticky note you could find

He finds it, noticing the stark contrast of the gloomy environment of the RPD, and reads the note

‘For the licks! Hold tighy in hnd then throw, it loud so they chse! : )’ was written on the note, it was hard to read being a shaky and messy handwriting but he got the general idea, chuckling at the squiggly smily face on it

He opens and sees 4 tiny golden bells

He looks around, hoping to maybe find who put it there but finds nothing, nothing but a hunched over dead (?) zombie next to the desk “Whoever put this here, Thanks, and thanks for probably being the reason for saving my ass a few times”

He leaves and you say to the air “no.. problemmm..!”

You start following him around and so he eventually notices you, and nearly shoots you on the spot before you move your hand to ring the golden bell you kept and attached to a string as a necklace

He relaxes a bit but keeps his guard up until he realizes that you’re just an innocent smart (questionable) zombie!

Bonus:

Before realizing that you weren’t gonna hurt him, he really thought you were because you kept staring up at his head… In reality you just really wanted to pet his hair, but because words are hard when you’re a zombie and you didn’t wanna get shot you just didn’t say anything

(You eventually did get to touch his hair, muttering a “soooft.. so.. soooft!”)

In that helicopter cutscene when Nicholai is about to shoot Jill, you jump from nowhere and tackle the guy by the neck; Carlos shouts in exclamation “Hell yeah! Get him!” before Nicholai punches your jaw right off (ouch)

Ethan Winters (RE7)

In this case you’re kinda like Ethan if he didn’t get all his memory and body transferred (does.. does that make sense???)

Since the moment Ethan stepped into the Baker House, you’ve been watching him

While you can’t remember most of your past, you know you were human like him, and watching him brings you a sense of… comfort. So you watch as he explores the house, trying to find Mia

Sometimes you forget what you’re doing and make noise, making Ethan more paranoid as he goes through the house (you felt bad every time you accidentally spooked him)

Watching him getting attacked by Mia was a nightmare, and you felt like you shouldn’t intervene… until Mia stabbed him in the hand

You emerged from the shadows (and mold..) and pulled her off of Ethan, giving a soft growl at her before she tried to attack you. You sidestepped and pushed her into the wall, which caused her to knock her head against the wall and faint

You stared down at her before turning to Ethan, who was a bit put off by your appearance

“You’re… hurt. Follow.” and you start walking to where a first aid liquid was hidden away and hand it to him

After patching him up you go over to the boarded up door and started to remove the wood with ease, before Mia got back up and threw Ethan through the nearly open door. You yelp (with some scratchiness) at that before running up to try and help, but then Ethan swung an axe into her neck.

You look at him and see the horror in his eyes at what he’s just done, you reach out to touch his back before slightly withdrawing; “you… oo-kay?” You asked in a low voice, and he shook his head before standing up and making his way deeper into the house, fully ignoring you after that.

So you follow, wanting to make sure he’s okay. He’s the only thing human in this house (for now)

Then Mia comes back again, of course, stabbing Ethan in the hand with a screwdriver this time. You run up and start trying to pry it out of the wall and his hand, before you see Mia coming with a chainsaw. She slashes with the chainsaw, cutting you in half at the shoulder before hitting Ethan’s wrist.

You blackout for awhile, coming to after about an hour as your body of mold stitches itself back together into one solid form again

Submerging into the mold, you reform in the living room adjacent to the nightmare dining room, seeing the back of Ethan tied in one of the chairs

You carefully untie him from the chair, before being noticed Marguerite pulled you up by the hair unto the table

You reach into a clump of mold and pull a smoke bomb before pulling Ethan out of the chair and away

From there on you helped him the best you could

Bonus:

You alway try and take the hits for him, he’s still fleshy and human, you can take it! He’s still worried for you despite the fact you can patch yourself back together.

When Ethan dies and becomes mold, you feel bad for him. You don’t tell him, since if he thinks he’s still human, then he’s still human to you.

After the BSAA comes you don’t know what to do, you assume you’re going to be left there or be experimented on… but Ethan calls your name (that you told him at some point, it’s one of the only things you have left from before being molded) and gestures you to come with him, you come close before fearfully looking at Chris, but he just nods and lets you on the helicopter.

OKAY WOW this is… something. I don’t know. I kinda gave up in that last one despite Ethan being my favorite next to Leon. I really hope, that this is good, im some way, amd i hope i didnt totally screw the canon, ahhh. Hope people like thissss,,, would’ve done art but i’ve got art block

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ/ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Resurrections? Zombie stuff, eye popping out, reader is a bit oblivious, mean astarion, a bit of angst.

A/N: I always wanted to do something with Corpse Bride since I love that movie.

Masterlist

Astarion was out in the woods, he had finished feeding, but he didn't want to go back to the camp just yet. He wanted to enjoy the night, specially the full moon, it looked beautiful. As he walked around the forest, he thought about doing something fun, like repeat some vows he'd heard a while back. It was probably silly, but why not is not like on one will hear them. So there he was, repeating those vows in the most dramatic way possible, it sounded like a poem. He didn't forget a word, he said them perfectly, he sounded almost as if he was actually telling them to somebody.

Afterwards, he thought about heading back, but before he could leave. He felt something grab his ankle. It felt like a hand, looking down, he literally saw a blue hand gripping tightly onto his ankle. He tried to get the hand off him, but the grip was strong, after struggling a bit, he managed to get away. Except the hand was still attached to his ankle, he removed the now arm throwing it away. Then he saw how the ground began to move, instead of running, he only watched as the dirt began to move around. Then he saw a head, covered with a veil pop out, followed by their other hand which helped them dig themselves out. All he could do was watch, almost in horror.

The figure was finally out, it was a woman. Dressed in what a bride would wear, except her white dress is covered in dirt and roots, along the vain. She then removed the vail away from her face, revealing herself. Her skin was a light blue, a bit of her left cheek was missing, her eyes were those grey-bluish color, her lips a pinkish color. Her hair was also blue, but a much darker tone. Her skin still seemed to be intact, she hasn't completely decompose, but she was beginning to do so slowly. her sclera was yellow and decorated with red veins. The left side of her ribs had a chunk missing, as if she was stabbed. She seemed to have been murdered not that long ago. The woman looked at him dead in the eyes and she gave him smile. "I do." She whispered back to him.

Next thing he knew, you began to follow him around. He tried to explain to you that it was merely him just jesting and he didn't expect you to take his words seriously. But you didn't seem to care, you were just happy to have a husband like you've always wanted. The next day Astarion told everyone in the camp what had happed, they were surprised that you, a living corpse was technically alive but not really. Tav didn't seem to mind you tagging along, as log as you didn't put youself and others in danger, if they didn't have an issue, neither did the others.

You were attached to Astarion, who you'd refer to him as your husband. He'd nag at you that he wasn't, but he did not care, you'd still call him your husband and tell others that he was the now love of your life. He grew tired of it and just played along with it. He wouldn't call you his wife, only by your name. You didn't mind at all. You tried getting to know him, what his interests were along with his back story. You were very curious about your now husband, you wanted to learn almost everything about him. Besides that, people found it a bit odd that you, a corpse was walking around dressed as a bride, telling everyone about your husband.

That night the party was at an inn, after helping the small village with something. Astarion wanted to leave the room, maybe find someone to bed. But there was a problem, you. He needed to come up with some excuse, so he did. He said that he was going out for a walk, you thought about joining but he told you that he wanted you to stay in the inn because he had a surprise for you, so without hesitation in staying in the room. After you made yourself comfortable, he left. To find someone to have a bit of fun with. He did, he found a woman, who seemed to be also looking for the same thing as him.

It was while, he had completely forgot about you in the inn. He was focused on getting the woman to fall for his charm. He was too into it that he didn't notice you coming right behind him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, I was wanted to see if-" you stopped mid sentence. You saw how Astarion and the woman got a bit close to one another. It was awkward. You then grabbed his arm and pulled him close to you. "Darling, who is this?" you asked him, looking at the woman. The woman was shocked at what she was seeing. "Who is she?" she asked Astarion who was silent. "I'm his wife." You stated to her. "She is?" The woman said, then Astarion spoke. "Wait you don't understand, she's dead." He said, taking your boney hand and giving it a shake, making your bones rattling. You then removed your hand from his grip and glared at him.

Back in the room, you were not happy and it was obvious. "You lied to me! Just so that you could go and find comfort in some woman!" You accused him, crossing your arms over your chest upset. "Come on, did you really think that you were the only one?" he said smugly. "Yes! You're married to me! You shouldn't be looking for another woman!" You then began to cry into your hands. Actual tears or what could be considered tears were flooding from your eyes. "I thought, this was going so well." You sobbed, then out of nowhere your right eye had popped out of your socket, making it roll across the room. You didn't seem to care about that at the moment. Astarion then picked it up and gave it a small clean before handing it back to you. "Look, I'm sorry, but this just can't work." He said honestly. "Why not?" You asked, taking your eye back. "Its my eye isn't it?" you asked again, while putting your eye back in your socket.

"No, your eye is... lovely." He said a bit awkwardly. "Is.. in a different circumstances, well. Who knows, we're just to different. You're dead." he argued. "But so are you." You said in tears, you went silent, then added. "Y-You should have thought about that before you asked me to marry you." You stated to him. "Why can't you understand, it was a mistake. I would never marry you." He finished with an annoyed tone. Your eyes widen by his confession, this made your non beating heart break, you sighed. Walking out of the room to leave. Astarion watched you leave, sadden by how he talked to you. He couldn't help but feel guilty now. Was he really feeling guilt? That's new, he felt awful now. You didn't do anything wrong, you were vulnerable and innocent. You'd never hurt a fly or anyone. He felt like an idiot. He needed to apologize to you, but first he wanted to give you your space to try and figure out on how to apologize. Something he's never done in two hundred years.

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Imagen being Leon's s/o and accidentaly getting infected but instead of becoming a mindless murder men eating zombie ur still u but now ur just a more slower than usual

Tw: zombie reader, mentions of food and tad bit of blood whichever leon u prefer to think about not being specific here

-Like u speak is somtimes slurred and u tend to gets stuck in ur tounge. Stuttering a lot specialy when u get anxious (or it worsen a bit more if u already had that problem bf infecting). U got a special device that helps u write ur thots when u need to say something for moments when ur in hurry.

-Ur walking's a bit more wabbly but u get where u wanna get, using mostly leon's upper arm for a lil more stability as u two walk. U tend to trip a bit more tho lol but Leon always has a firm grip on u to prevent u for falling

"Not letting you fall for anything other than me~" he smirks as u try not to smile at his corny liners when he catches u (such a dork 😆)

-Ur appearence hasn't drastically changed much either, other than the greyish irises and paler skin tone u still look like yourself

-Ur diet still just as consistent, although u been prefering mostly meats and fish lately (vegetarians Im sorry) but you still eat like always. Leon tend to spoon feed you since ur grip isn't as stable as it was.

You tried telling him to not bother knowing how busy his days usualy are, but he just shush u by saying that taking care u is his disstresser(?) Cuz he just can forget about everything else and focus on his preddy love <3

-Also u being in heavy investigation, they only agreed for Leon to keep you company cuz 1. He can proctet you and others in case thing go south, and 2. Cuz he did almost threaten his superiors so like.....yeah...(probably gonna think that part a lil more but i can see him giving them the death stare)

-That also meant u had to be more to the headquaters so it would be closer to the lab whenever they need your blood samples and stuff. They had to babyproof everything cuz like I said u tend to trip often xddddd

-Some of the scientist are very wary of u, often trying to be quick when it comes to attending to u. But most of them are preddy nice to you (otherwise they would hear from ur bf if they weren't 😞)

-Also zombies don't tend to care if ur next to them so that's something less to worry about! But doesn't make Leon any less propective of u. He actually got more protective than he was bf u got infected since now ur movements aren't as fast and tend to leave you more vulnerable......or does it? 🙄

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A/N: been thinking of this for a while so like here u have it ksksksksk. Probably will do a part 2 soon

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Not One of Us | Daryl Dixon x Zombie!M!Reader | Imagine #2

Note: Another one of my random brain blurbs that came to me at midnight and that might turn into a series one day. This is another 2nd POV because I'm trying to get more comfortable with it but it's honestly still unfamiliar for me and I might not ever get used to it...  Also, the whole zombie thing doesn’t really make sense with the canon of TWD but I honestly don’t give a shit :3 Additionally, this is set at the end of the Prison timeline and the reader has blue eyes to signify his “zombie-ness”.

This piece isn’t proofread sorry.

Fandom: The Walking Dead

If you want to be tagged in my stories send me a pm with the fandom/character name! Or comment on the fic :)  

Warnings: Gore, Angst, Death, Violence

Summary: Y/N is ambushed alongside Hershel and Michonne and taken hostage. This leads to the sudden reveal of the secret he has kept hidden for so long. 

Word count: 4,117

Masterlist  

It happened unexpectedly.

To tell the truth, you weren’t as vigilant as usual, most likely due to Michonne’s presence.

The woman was like an anchor, not just for Rick and Carl but for you as well. So you let your guard down and you didn’t take your Kevlar with you to protect your head from any unwanted contact. 

You ended up regretting it. Deeply.

Although you heard something snap behind you, you weren’t fast enough to turn and one hit to the back of your head and you crumbled like a puppet. And due to your nature, you stayed unconscious for quite a while...

"...take the fucker's mask off."

You blinked slowly, your eyes had yet to regain focus. You were laying on your side, your hands tied behind your back, facing the wall of what seemed to be an RV or something.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. His whole face is badly scarred from an accidental fire. It's unsightly."

You didn’t recognize the first voice, but the second one belonged to Hershel and it didn't take you long to figure out what the two men were talking about.

Hershel's words echoed the ones you had told your friends months ago when you had tried to tell them a plausible reason to why you would never take off your black balaclava in their presence.

The fact that the old man was trying to protect your privacy warmed your heart. But it was not enough to make your anxiety disappear.

"Really? How bad can it be?"

You heard someone shuffle closer and your back tensed. You didn't know if you could stop the stranger if he wanted to unmask you. 

Your limbs still felt weak and your arms were restricted so the worst case scenario would be that the secret you had hidden for so long would be exposed. What would come after that... You had thought about it enough to know that it was probably a bullet in your forehead.

"It's really horrible, we saw it once and three of us threw up."

"You really don't want to see that" another familiar voice added.

Relief washed over you in waves. Not only because the stranger seemed to be deterred by Hershel’s words but also because Michonne was here with you. They didn't seem hurt based on Michonne's calm tone. 

This fact gave you the opportunity to think about what to do next.

Listening closely to any movement, you contemplated about what happened.

If your brain didn’t deceive you, you were ambushed by the Governor. 

The hit to your head knocked you out cold but you didn’t know for how long. The fact that you could’ve died if the hit was just a bit harder wasn’t something you could easily forget. 

It just reminded you that you should never again walk around without your helmet no matter how ridiculous it looked according to the others.

Good thing you didn’t have to worry about the heat or cold anymore.

Someone opened the door to the RV and you tried to relax to make it appear as if you were still unconscious.

“What are you doing in here?”, asked the newly arrived man and you bared your teeth.

It was indeed the Governor.

“I-I was just checking on the prisoners”, answered the other man and based on his nervous voice you guessed that he had to be pretty young.

“Go wait outside.”

You heard shuffling and the click of the RV door told you that you three were now alone with that bastard of a man. Your shouldres tensed again. If he hurt your family...

Michonne was thinking the same thing but she restrained herself from lunging at the man before her. Her hands were tied and she didn’t have any weapon. Her anger was currently unhelpful, so she tried her best to ground herself.

She watched the man with the eye patch before her closely as he tilted his body to check you out. 

When your capturers pushed you into the AV, she had to watch how they roughly dumped your body on the bed.

The fact that they had to carry your limp body throughout their treck towards the RV and how they manhandled you like a dead person scared her. 

It didn’t seem normal that you were unconscious for that long. This combined with your insistence of wearing that military helmet all day long made her question if you had known that this could happen if you were hit on the head.

Her thoughts turned even more anxious but she ignored it. There was nothing that she could do in her current state.

“I see he’s still out cold.”

Hershel visibly frowned and she clenched her hands into fists.

“You hit him quite hard.” 

The tone of the old man next to her was neutral but his eyes showed disapproval and she knew that the doctor of their community was worried about your state as well. If he could he would be by your side right now, checking for any damage at the back of your head. 

Philip Blake barely acknowledged his words. Instead he grabbed something in his pocket and presented it to them.

“You should eat. It’s gonna be a long day”

She took the food ration without thanking him and he turned away and continued to talk:

“Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

Michonne almost snorted but she held herself back, now was not the time to be antagonistic towards the man who captured them. Hershel would do the talking and hopefully they would come to an agreement.

“I’m sorry but I can’t believe that. What you did with Y/N... You already hurt him.”

The Governor sat on the couch and rifled through the first aid-kit there.

“That was a necessary act. He’s too skilled. We didn’t want him to start a fight.”

Michonne knew he was right. You would’ve found an opportunity to attack during the treck to the RV and it probably wouldn’t have ended well.

In the back of the van, you were burning with anger. 

When I get out of these cuffs...

But the opportunity didn’t come.

-

They took Michonne, Hershel and you to the prison. Not together however, they knew it was safer to keep you separated. They dragged you out of the RV first and you couldn’t speak to your friends.

Just a quick “You okay?” from Michonne when she saw that you were awake when they dragged you away and you responded with a nod, that was all that you could exchange before you got shoved out of the RV. 

They led you to a blue truck and forced you into the backseat. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you leaned forward as if you were in pain. 

“Are we going to the prison?” you asked the driver though you knew the answer already.

“Don’t fucking talk to me!” was his response and the man tapped his pistol on the steering wheel. He seemed nervous. Like you.

You knew what the Governor’s goal was. And you had the bad feeling that not all of you would make it out alive.

With growing anxiety you watched how Michonne and Hershel were led out of the RV and to the back of a red car. 

You didn’t know if you would survive until the next day but one thing was for sure, you would protect your family. 

And hey, you already died once, right? How bad could the second turn be?

-

When you arrived at the prison, the cars lined up next to the tank and you had to watch helplessly how they shot a round at the building from the M60 Patton. 

The fact that these bastards were using military property against your friends and your base made you grind your teeth in anger.

The explosion of the tank’s main gun’s cartridge interrupted Daryl’s and Rick’s talk with Tyreese inside of the prison and the three of them hurried outside to see what the hell was going on.

They met the others whose eyes were already fixed on the six cars that flanked the tank, on which Philip Blake, the Governor was standing. 

Daryl registered in the back of his head that neither you nor Michonne were present. But his focus snapped back to man with the eyepatch who was calling for Rick.

He glanced at his friend at whom he had been angry just a few hours before, but now he trusted him to solve this. The man always knew how to fix things. And if he didn’t, Daryl was there to help him to clean up the aftermath.

He shielded his eyes against the sun to check out the men and women who stood opposite of their prison fence. 

All of them held weapons in their hands and he wasn’t the only one who knew that luck wasn’t particularly on their side.

“It’s not up to me!”, Rick shouted, “there’s a council now! They run this place!”

The Governor’s response made Daryl’s stomach drop. And the sharp inhale of the Greene sisters signalled him that they were definitely at a disadvantage now.

One of the Governor’s followers, a woman stepped towards a red car and lead the doctor of their community towards the front of the tank where she made the old man kneel.

“What about Michonne?” the Governor taunted and Daryl could feel the anger pulsating from Rick beside him when the woman who had become like a mother to Carl was led out of the car, her hands tied behind her back. 

She got shoved to the ground next to Hershel.

Rick opened his mouth and almost at the same time as the Governor he spoke:

“I don’t make decisions anymore!”

“And what about fucking Y/N L/N?”

Daryl’s breath stopped for a second when he saw how a man forced you out of a blue truck and dragged you next to Hershel. 

You still wore your dark green cargo pants combined with the black combat shirt that you wore a few days ago and your face was still hidden by the black balaclava. You didn't seem to have any visible injuries but that didn't stop Daryl's chest from constricting.

You got shoved to the ground, Hershel knelt next to you and he appeared to ask you something. 

Of course, they were too far away to hear anything but the man behind you kicked you and you toppled over. Michonne leaned towards you but the woman behind her grabbed her to stop her from moving and you ended up getting dragged into an upright position again by the fucker who hurt you just seconds before.

Daryl stepped up to the fence but Rick held up his hand. Their eyes met and the other nodded slowly.

The archer breathed in deeply. There was nothing he could do right now, he had to leave it to Rick. He mimicked the gesture and his eyes didn’t leave your form while Rick turned towards his son and mumured a few words.

Then he walked towards the fence and Daryl helped him open the gate that separated the court from the field with the outer fence.

All eyes were on Rick as he slowly made his way down to the fence line.

You watched him as well with clenched fists. But your eyes wandered behind him and you found Daryl’s form immediately. He seemed to watch you too but he was too far away to actually tell though.

The archer had turned into your closest friend in the last few months and although you two got off on the wrong foot at first, your relationship was now different. It had turned into something dangerous even and in the last few days you had avoided him. 

The growing tension between you had led to more body contact and you were scared that he would find out how cold your body was even through the many layers of clothing that you wore, what that meant.

You liked him, yes. 

Fuck, you liked him more than you should and the fact that you couldn’t be together was hurting you more than you thought it would.

But the insurmountable fact was that you were dead and he was alive. 

Your body was slowly rotting away while his would remain.

You knew that there was so much more that separated you, that made it impossible for you to tell him about your feelings, but on the other hand you felt awful that you couldn’t tell him.

Somehow you knew that today would change things forever and you regretted all of your actions.

If only...

Rick stopped in front of the inner fence, the former police officer's eyes glued on Michonne and Hershel. 

They exchanged a look and you smiled weakly when his eyes met yours, not that it could be seen through the cloth that shielded your face from curious looks.

Don't worry about me you tried to tell the older man with your eyes.

It didn’t look like he deciphered the meaning though.

The position of kneeling with a guard behind your back gave you a sense of déjà vu. 

Only that a few years ago, you had been the one who shoved people down on their knees during negotiations. Back then, you thought what you were doing was the right thing. 

The Governor was probably thinking that too right now.

But he was wrong. And you would make sure that he knew that.

-

The negotations began and Daryl was pacing at the gate, watching Rick and you. 

The man who had ignited something in him in the last few weeks was kneeling with a straight back, his head facing straight ahead. 

He could almost see your defiant eyes and he smiled grimly before turning towards Sasha and Tyreese, trying to plan a way out of this situation.

He distributed the guns to Bob, Maggie and the others, all while trying to calm the storm of thoughts in his mind.

Rick was in danger. Hershel, Michonne, you were in direct line of fire. The Governor was a crazy son of a bitch and who knew what he would do if negotiations failed.

Suddenly shots were fired and he and Carl raised their weapons immediately, watching how the Governor killed some appearing walkers. 

Rick witnessed how Hershel jumped in surprise and fear settled in his stomach. 

What was he doing here? Could he really talk this maniac out of shooting them down like pigs?

His eyes found yours and once again he was surprised how calm you looked behind the black makeup that covered the only skin that wasn’t hidden behind any kind of clothing. 

But now that he stood closer to you, he realised that there wasn’t exactly calmness in your eyes, there was certainty. But he didn’t know what kind. That you would die? That you would protect your friends?

Your eyes found his and you blinked slowly and he knew.

Gulping he turned to the governor.

“We can all live together”, he began and he wasn’t exactly pleading but it sure felt like it. 

That certainty in your eyes haunted him. He didn’t want it to happen. He couldn’t let it happen. Not when his son and daughter were living in the building behind him. 

The Governor shut him down almost immediately.

No, no, no... echoed in his mind as he continued to talk. No, no, no!! when his talk of peace turned into threats. They wouldn’t leave. Either they live together or die. No, fuck, please!

The frown on the Governor’s face deepened and Rick watched with growing dread how the man grabbed Michonne’s katana and held it against Hershel’s throat. 

The shift in the atmosphere was almost tangible and the stares of the people behind him burned into his back. His shoulders sagged, the expectation of saving lives weighed heavily on him but he couldn’t crumble now.

His mouth tripped over his own thoughts but he formulated them into sentences and tried to plead with the other men and women who Philip had brought here. 

Not all of them looked like they followed him with 100% faith. If only he could persuade some of them... If only he could persuade the Governor...

“I know we all can change.”

Hershel smiled at him and in that moment a thought bloomed in Rick’s head.

“Liar.” 

It was as if time was suspended for a moment when the Governor’s face distorted and he took a swing, only for you to lunge at him.

Rick, Michonne, Carl, Daryl, Maggie, Beth, Bob, Sasha, Tyreese and the people who Philip brought with himself bore witness how the katana slashed across your chest and then sunk into Hershel’s neck only to get stuck because of the missing force behind the swing. 

For a milisecond everyone was frozen but then screams erupted, Maggie's pained wails drowned out her sister's and Carl began shooting, hitting the Governor in the arm,   forcing him to let go of the blade that was still stuck in Hershel’s neck.

His father screamed furiously and began to shoot as well while retreating behind the fallen bus.

Daryl blinked and watched in horror how you slumped over, your body crumpled like a puppet and you fell over almost in sync with Hershel.

Pain erupted in Daryl’s chest, combined with the clawing fury in his throat, and he grunted and let himself get taken over by the pain of losing you.

-

The moment the Governor left his position on the tank you knew your group was doomed. 

Had it been any other guy beside the Governor, Rick’s words might have reached them but that bastard was already too far gone. 

Throughout the talk you had nestled around with the sole of your combat boots. It was hard to find the small slit you had created in the rubber months prior, but your fingers soon found the tip of the razor blade you hid in there. 

The guy behind you was listening closely to Rick’s words so you had the chance to start working on cutting your restraints.

But it took too long. 

The moment you saw the Governor move his hand, you moved subconsciously. 

Your hands were still tied, so the best you could do is try to headbutt him before he could end his swing but although you used your body as a weapon, it still wasn’t enough to weaken his swing and the katana sunk into Hershel’s throat.

Blood spurt from the wound onto your face and you fell over. Blinking, you tried to get rid of the liquid in your eyes.

You didn’t feel any pain but you had lost your balance and now laid face down in the dirt. 

Gunfire erupted over you and you heard screams and cries of pain. 

You were numb.

Lifting your head you saw Hershel just a few feet away from you and you pushed your body towards him. Michonne’s katana was gone, you didn’t give a shit though. 

Crawling over the grass you reached him and with a bit of an effort you forced your hands apart, tearing through the nylon of your restraints. 

“Hershel-”, you breathed, forcing yourself into a kneeling position to lean over the man who was drowning in his own blood. He gargled and sputtered and you knew it was only a matter of seconds until he was dead. 

A howl gathered at the back of your throat.

“I-”

Before you could say anything a familiar blade pierced your chest from behind. 

“You bastard-”

You blinked and rose to your feet. The man behind you tore the katana out of  your body with a squelsh and you turned to face him. The Governor looked at you, then the lack of blood on the blade. 

“You- what are-”

Before he could continue, your hands found his throat and you flung his body against the side of the tank like he wasn’t a grown man but a mere puppet. 

His head collided with the tank with a loud thud and he wheezed in pain. Your fingers digged into his skin and he couldn’t breathe. With a howl you knocked his head against the tank again and again and a bloody smear began to form on the metal. 

He clawed at your hands but you held onto him with a vice-like grip and he ended up grabbing your head. 

In your anger you ignored how he pulled on your balaclava and ended up tearing it off your head. 

His pained expression changed into one of shock but before he could say anything you heard a shout from behind you over the continuing gunfire and you lost your balance for a second. 

You turned around and came face to face with the guy who sat next to you in the truck. The one who asked about your non-existent face scars from a fire. He held a smoking assault rifle in his hands. You turned your head back to the governor. His body was limp in your hands and his dark blue shirt was dyed black with blood.

“What the fuck-”, began the other guy but you interrupted him by hurling the governor’s dead body at him and then charging at him in anger. 

The man toppled over, the dead body to heavy for him to carry and within a second you were on him and grabbing a fistful of his hair you bashed his hand repeatedly onto the ground. 

Since you were essentially standing on grass it ended up taking a while to kill him but you didn’t care. You grabbed his assault rifle and put a bullet through his head when his body started to move again and then you sent another spray of bullets into the tank who had begun to move towards the fence. 

Some guys stood behind the tank and they spotted you.

“Look out!”

“Fuck, what-?!”

You mowed them down without hesitation, in your ears only a low humming sound.

You don’t hurt my family. You don’t hurt what’s mine.

-

On the other side of the battlefield stood a certain archer frozen.

Daryl gave Rick fire cover as soon as the man was behind the fallen bus. He concentrated his fire on the shooters who stood on the cars and witnessed how Michonne moved herself out of the line of fire. 

He was glad she was safe, but that feeling was only a twinge in his side, overshadowed by the loss he felt when he saw you fall to the ground, certain that you had died.

There hadn’t been a lot of blood but he couldn’t really judge that from the distance and your body had remained motionless on the ground. 

He couldn’t look at you.

So he didn’t. He fired at the cars at the left side of the tank and exhaled shakily, Maggie’s bellow of sadness in his ears.

He bit his lip so hard it started to bleed and the metallic smell forced bile up his throat. 

Carl next to him paused shooting and his quiet “Huh?” stopped Daryl in his tracks. He followed the boy’s line of sight and watched silently how a figure he knew all too well knelt over the dead body of Hershel, only to be impaled by Michonne’s katana. 

Daryl’s brain couldn’t process that you weren’t dead after all, because now you certainly were. The blade pierced your upper torso but you rose to your feet like nothing happened. Even when the Governor tore out the katana, you didn’t falter.

A moment passed between you and the other and in the next, you flung the man around with an inhumane force. 

Daryl lowered his rifle, even though at the back of his head, he knew that right now certainly wasn’t the moment to do so but his eyes were fixed on you.

You didn’t seem like a person he knew. 

At first he thought you had turned into a walker, the way you lunged once more at the governor, your hands outstretched as if you were ready to take a bite out of him. But instead your hands began to choke the man.

Daryl knew that anger could give someone enough adrenaline to perform seemingly impossible tasks but the way you manhandled the Governor, a guy who possibly weighed around 165 lbs, it didn’t seem human at all. 

And he was right.

When walkers began to flood through the fences that were taken down by the tank and Daryl had a moment to turn back, he saw you. 

You, standing amongst the advancing masses of walkers. He knew it was you because you looked straight at him and the black smear of makeup around your eyes gave you away. 

Beth grabbed his arm.

“We have to go!”

You lifted two fingers and performed a little salute. Walkers passed you to continue the onslaught on the prison.

And in that moment he realized that you were different. 

You’re not one of us.

He lifted his crossbow.

[fandomnerd9602]

Ashley Graham x Infected!Male!Reader

Y/N: go! Get out of here!

Ashley: no! I can’t leave you!!

Y/N collapses to the ground as he begins transforming…

Y/N grabs a grenade and pulls the trigger…

Y/N: I love you

Ashley flees as the grenade explodes…

[undead-merman]

Day Seven: Pet Zombie

Male Whitney and GN-Reader

Contains slight angst, mentions of gore.

This used to be a nice neighborhood. Trees all lined up and ready to spread their crunchy leaves for trick or treaters to kick around and for the playful animals to jump into and roll around it. Every house had a silent competition to see whose house could have the spookiest decor for all to enjoy. Jack o lanterns of all shapes and sizes litter porch stairs, driveways, and yards. All the fancy lights too. Oranges, reds, purples, flickering all over. Even that one house down the road that had a projector in the window of some stalker killer finally capturing his prey. Everything was so beautiful this time of year. Used to be.

That was the Carson’s dog. Cute pom and shiba mix that was now chewing on the maggot ridden face of that old officer from the first night this happened. God, he can fucking smell it from here. Normally he’d toss it some lunch meat, or shoo it away with his foot, but he’s not going out there. Fuck that. He was about to close the blinds when a spray of red slapped against the window and a hand smeared more of the coagulated soup of gore across it. He let out a noise between a gag and a scoff as he tripped backwards and manged to catch himself as he turned back to you.

“Fucking hell. At least you aren’t gross as that.” He spat out over his shoulder and knelt down before you.

You looked terrible, your skin was grayed, dead veins were all over your body, eyes were so bloodshot that looked pink. You groaned around the fabric in your mouth and writhed against your bindings of makeshift bedsheets and clothes.

“Still terrible. But not as gross.” he moved a strand of hair from your eye, looking at the face that once was. He let out a sigh, and he collapsed next to you and pulled out his pack, rattling out the last one. Fucking hell, of course it was the last one. He let out a groan that echoed off the walls in this barren fucking prison. Not even a cozy place to sit on since he hacked up most of it or pressed it into every door handle this place had. Hardly any sun filtered in now, shit it was depressing.

Yanking out his old lighter, he held up a shaking hand and flicked it. Spark but no light. Another flick, same disappointing result. “Come the fuck ON!” another flick, and a dying flame finally catches. He desperately holds it up and waits for it to catch. Once the end turns a glowing red, he yanks it away and takes the biggest inhale of his life. His lung burn and feel like they're about to explode before he exhales and watches the steam like smoke bellow out. It burns so nice, only to be ruined by you groaning.

"Shut it slut.” He shoved your head away from him and took another drag. But you kept groaning, kept on leaning over to him and making that fucking muffled groaning in his ear. “I said shut it!” shoving you harder before rage boiled over, and he stood up and shoved you against the wall. Something clattered against the floor, yet he kept his eyes on your soulless empty ones. He scoffed and yanked out the cloth in your mouth, your underwear.

You chased his fingers trying to bite when he shoved your head back into the wall, your skull thudding. Your moans quieted and he frowned at your face. You used to be a hot piece of ass. Sexy as hell, throat so good he could fuck it without you gagging. Now look at you. He couldn't even put his cock anywhere near you without you trying to bite it off.

Now look at you. Your eyes unfocused, tongue trying to slide out. You look horrible. He takes a drag and blows it into your face. You used to cough, sometimes even tried to breathe it in. Now you just snarl. Try to lean in and take a bite out of him.

Look at you. And it's all his fucking fault. He sent you out to get the damn cigarettes, you came back with a scratch. Turned so fast, he didn't know what to do besides tie you up. This wasn't even his house. It was just some empty house he fled into when shit started hitting the fan. Now it felt too empty, all by himself with only his thoughts to accompany him. Not to mention that look in your eyes when you started twitching and becoming something else. God is burned into the back of his eyelids.

He goes to walk away when his shoe taps against something. His gaze drifts down, a pack and a new lighter. He didn't even ask you to get a new one… You… You just knew, didn't you? You always seemed to read him better than the rest. Annoying.

He picks the two little items up and rolls them around in his hands. His grip on the disposal lighter tightened, his nails dug into the flesh of his palm. He hears a noise, then again. It wasn't until the fourth time did he realize that it was coming from his own chest. A sob, one that was heavy, used his whole diaphragm. Fuck. Fuck all this bullshit.

He took one last long drag from his cancer stick before taking another long exhale, still shaky from his emotions. Not a problem. He had you by his side before, not like some biting will put him off. He plopped the butt on the floor and snuffed it out. The soft sizzle felt like ringing in his ears.

[pomstr4wberr]

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 ꒰ ZOMBIE !♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

୧ ‧₊˚ ✨️ ꒰ fluff? ꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ dark content?

✦. ⊹ ‧₊˚ 💓 ꒰ GN reader - you/your . ꒱ᗜˋ

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🩹 Taro X GN reader

✦. ⊹ ‧₊˚ 💌 TW. Blood, zombies, gore, yandere . ꒱ᗜˋ

NOTE: Zombie song, I love that song especially the yandere simulator one!! :3 Zombie apocalypse AU!! This is based off of the yansim video but it's a reader insert!!

His raven black hair you were attracted to him as soon as you saw him. You couldn't resist him he was so cute.

But his friends were the problem, aespecially the orange and black haired ones.

The annoying orange hair girl was in your way she couldn't stop talking. Saying mean comments about him, he did all the work while she screamed but good thing that her bodyguard got token out.

She was strong but she tasted good the orange hair girls name face as she watched her friend getting eaten, she begged for her to help but she ran away crying, screaming.

They bite a chunk out of her neck, her blood on the zombies and on the concrete ground. Osana was her name, youcan remember her some parts before you come into this monster.

She was loud she had her friend or bodyguard next to her all times, her name was raibaru. Anyways she had long hair which was a mistake.

She screamed for help this is her fault for having long hair, she tries hitting them but it's no use they are stronger than her.

She gets eaten by the zombies, her orange hair stained with some of her blood. She stopped screaming you wondered if the other surivivors heard her?

You see an black hair girl with emotionless eyes as she watches the zombies eat osana, how interesting people would scream or try to help but she just watched.

She was annoying as well saying close to him and blushing around him.... she was good with a knife surprisingly she never got bites even when she close by the zombies.

Ugh how annoying of her, you just want him. You will never bite him or eat his brains! You just want his heart!! You want to love him!

But finally you managed to get close to him, so close... You saved him and he noticed that you never tried attacking him so he brought you with him.

The other people were suspicious of you and never went near you by he tried convincing them that you were nice. Oh how you loved him...

He never judged you for your current appearance or your new species. He trusted you so much! That made you so happy!

His warmth was different from the cold zombie body. It felt nice, and you felt warm. He was so close to you, that you could hear his breath.

One day he will finally be yours

One day you will have his heart

One day you will have him

FOREVER.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could we get some headcanons for Sun, Moon, the Blob, and Monty meeting a zombie reader? They always try to keep themselves together(literally), have made the reference to Toy Story before, saying their arm was an advanced prosthetic to dissuade anyone from freaking out, and tend to blend in rather well(makeup skills for theatre class come in handy, am I right?). They're confident about themselves, and tend to be rather curious, but know when to back down and take caution.

Sun

“Oh hello, friend! You feeling okay?”

You just smile and nod, fixing your arm. “Yeah, just..a cold..and a loose prosthetic.” 

Speaking would normally be hard for a regular zombie, but you’ve done well in blending in with humans.

You basically fooled everybody at the Plex, walking in like it was no problem (you may be dead but you still wanna enjoy stuff!)

Still, though, Sun worries. He wants to take a vital-scan but ofc you decline that. The last thing he needs is a short-circuit bc you’d be registered as ‘dead” and confuse the poor guy.

When you tell him your favorite movie is Toy Story he seems to stop worrying about your cold entirely, rambling about how he loves it and was gonna put it on TV to watch with the kids today!

He invites you to join him and you just can’t say no.

When the scenes of Buzz losing his arm come up you’re able to quote them perfectly, amusing Sun.

Moon

Like Sun he worries when he notices you adjusting your arm several times,,every time you visit.

He takes a bio/vital scan and sees “DECEASED” pop up, which confuses him.

But he’s sure it’s just broken so he doesn’t worry about that too much.

Also like his daytime counterpart he loves Toy Story.

Though just the scenes with Sid’s mutant toys and them rebelling against their owner. 

The few creep factors of the movie are his favorites.

If he notices your arm coming loose he’ll remind you.

The last thing he wants is to deal with crying kids who get freaked out by you rather than him.

So you two just bond over being seen as “creepy”, becoming good friends.

Blob

Let’s say you were buried underground where the Pizzaplex was built and that’s how you gained free entry.

You’ve seen the burnt/charred remains of the old 80s-90s animatronics but they were somehow alive (and quite hostile), so you fled and found your way out, eventually heading home.

Weeks later you revisit the Plex, looking 10% more alive thanks to makeup kits you had at home and being confident enough to walk among the living.

Being a zombie means you were naturally drawn to your burial ground. But..there was one problem.

Those pieces of animatronics put themselves together as a giant blob of slimy endoskeleton wiring, with Funtime Freddy serving as the “head”.

He’s still aggressive until he notices you were holding an endo arm that fell off his body.

You’d get closer but don’t wanna anger him, so you just leave it on the ground and try leaving...only to trip and break your leg below the knee, quickly snapping your limb back in place.

However the Blob just...laughs? Not out of mockery or intimidation, but rather happiness as he takes his arm back.

You then smile, relieved that he found delight in discovering someone similar to them.

Monty

When you swing the golf club a bit too hard, your arm comes loose.

And the gator takes notice, asking if you need first aid.

You quickly tell him it’s a prosthetic and just snap it back into place, confusing him. Though he just leaves you be.

But he watches you from a distance in case it happens again.

Then a golf ball hits your lower jaw and dislocates it--as in he could see it literally hanging off of your head.

By the time he runs over to see if you needed EMS (again), your jaw is already back in place and you ask him what’s wrong.

“Y-Your jaw..it was...I know no human can just...!”

“Can just what?” You smile innocently, teasing him. But only lightly. You knew his temper and didn’t wanna get on his bad side.

He goes quiet, but then grumbles that Faz Ent wasn’t responsible for any injuries/dismemberment before leaving.

It’s not like anyone will believe him if he says a guest horribly dislocated their jaw and fixed it no problem

[rdiowx]

he definitely would keep a muzzle on you until you learn not to bite:3

also can we talk about how much frank would enjoy teasing you😭 like putting his finger in your face and pulling it away when you try to bite

also i just know gee would love you because you are legit a zombie🤷🏻

and ray would just be concerned as fuck

-🦇

Franks an ass and he would absolutely do that. Gerard probably draws you sometimes and Ray is probably just worried about everyones safety but comes around after a while

Maybe they can teach you how to talk again after a while

[bug-is-snug]

starved

inspired by @groguspicklejar (you are so good at atmosphere omgggg???)

Part two

plot: you're a zombie babe <3 put y'all seatbelts on CW: depictions of violence, depictions of obsession, gore, eventual self-cannibalism (stay safe besties), blood, gore, eventual smut banner by: @frostthecupcake (deactivated) and found by using "Find A Banner" A/N: This is my first time posting a fanfic of mine! Please be gentle with me ;-;

'I am starving...' The words were so familiar to you that you barely registered that they echoed the moment you saw your Captain's exposed wrist. Captain John Price, a stern and loyal man. He always made you feel safe...he always made you... Hungry. You inhaled sharply as you looked up at your Captain, finally registering that he had been calling your name. "Are you alright, love?" His usual tone had taken one of concern as his eyes stared into your own. "Ah-" You smiled nervously as you nodded, "Yes, sir, I'm fine. Just...deep in thought, I guess! What were you asking me?" "I was asking if you had gotten your paperwork done yet. You look exhausted." He stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest as his raised a brow. Perhaps your narrator should explain; it started around... Three months ago...

It was supposed to be a good Ol' typical hostage situation. Get the hostage, get a Medevac if needed, another easy adventure for our favorite Task Force! Right? Oh, how terribly wrong you were. Nothing could have prepared you for the moment you were slammed against a wall by the hostage no less! You had been sent in to grab the scientist! A scientist! Some little nerd working on bioweapons! Surely, they wouldn't be aggressive, right? The wind was knocked from your lungs as you tried your best to fend off your attacker. His snapping teeth dangerously close to your neck as you forced his head back with one hand, your arm shoving him away by his shoulder. Why did you have to be so stubborn? Why didn't you just let Soap help you? Why did you INSIST on going in alone?! Why couldn't you just accept help?! You couldn't contain your scream as the doctor sunk his teeth into your exposed wrist, the smell of rot and blood immediately clouding your brain and making you dizzy. The rest of that mission was fuzzy, really... You don't remember Soap immediately coming to your aid the moment he heard your scream from down the hall. You don't remember fainting. You don't remember a lot of that day after the attack... Back to the current day, "Y-yeah, yeah- no- uh.." You stumbled over your words as you rubbed your face, "I've just not been sleepin' too well. Sorry, Cap." A half-lie...you could tell Price didn't buy it either, but what else could you say? What were you supposed to do? Tell him how you've dreamt of sinking your teeth into his neck the night after catching him walking back from a workout? Tell him how your heart ached when imagining yourself sinking your teeth into your Lieutenant's arm every time he offered your paperwork to you? How it takes everything in your body to stop yourself from licking the blood from Gaz's wounds when he gets a bump or scrape when in the field? Or how the smell of Johnny's sweat makes your head swim with thoughts of ripping his ribs apart with your bare hands? Obviously, you can't just say that! Wh- who even-? No! Just, no! So, you lie. You lie and lie and lie until you can't keep track of your lies anymore. "I think I just need to go to bed...Would that be okay?" You gave your Captain a forced smile that almost felt like a grimace. He stared with eyes that seemed to look right through you, "...Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Go rest up, love. I'm sure I can handle the rest from here." You sighed in relief, standing up and organizing your papers for a moment before giving your Captain an appreciative nod before you left the room. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull as you walked away, but you didn't falter. Don't worry, darling, your team has noticed the lies. They've noticed your change in behavior. And it's only a matter of time until you slip up...

[heartfullofleeches]

reader, with the flesh darkened with rot and some ancient script that forced them back alive and crawling back to v: *exists*

v: yeah i’d let them hit that. i want that one. i want them all up in my heart and brain.

Grief-Striken V, holding ghoul reader: I missed you.. I missed you. Don't you fucking dare try to leave me again. If you leave, I can't....I won't..

Ghoul Reader, neck snapping at a ninety-degree angle: i... missed you t..too.... v

V, pale ass face now crimson red: Maybe there is a god~

[Warning: Do not press the read more if... Honestly just don't do it]

Ghoul Reader, nodding their head to the song V showed them when their eye pops out from the force of their movement: :( h...he-help?

V: yeah, hold still....

Also V:

[annaberunoyume]

Hidden In The Sand But It’s Playing In An Abandoned Mall

POV: You are a zombie...but you see your love...And somehow...you remember her...but you can only moan as you try to say her name...

[fl3shm4id3n]

Bₐcₖ Fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ Dₑₐd

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴏɴɪɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Zombie Apocalypse AU, death, zombification, a bit of graphic gore, guilt, fluff?

A/N: I've been thinking about this since last night, so a did a short fic. I might delete this later.

Masterlist

You had died out in the field, the last person you spoke to was Konig through the walky-talky on your vest. You were trying to tell him about what was happening in your area. But you were cut off by one of the infected, you tried to fight them off, but you weren't able too. There were just too many. Last thing that Konig heard was your screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart, as well as the crunch of bones breaking. It was aweful.

That happened a couple days ago. Konig couldn't handle the guilt. You had died, alone, in the worst way possible. He wished he could have gone with you, to make sure that you were okay. He knew that he shouldn't have let you go off on your own. He felt awful. He couldn't eat, or sleep for those days. He just couldn't, the guilt was eating him up. Another night had passed, he was out of the bunker. It was his turn to be on the look out. The whole time he was pacing and thinking of what he could have done to save you in a way. But no, It was far too late. All he could do was just think about you. The times you've spend together and everything.

It was late, the night seemed calm. No sight of infected or anything of that sort, but he still had to keep his eyes open and alert. Then he spotted something in the distance. He tried to get a closer look, but he couldn't tell who it was. He held his gun up, just in case. The figure was moving slow and limping as if they had injured their leg. He put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. Allowing the thing to get closer, then he heard his name. "Konig...Konig...." Was heard, the voice sounded tired and a bit groggy. "Konig..." he heard again. How did the thing know his name?

He still kept his gun up, with his finger on the trigger. But he didn't shoot. He wanted to know who or what was calling his name. The thing got closer, the closer it got, the more he heard his name. "Konig..." he heard, then his eyes widen when the thing got closer. He couldn't believe it. It was you. You look exactly the same, almost the same. Your skin had become a much deadly color, as if the pigment of your skin was going away. Your irises were now much paler, white color and your sclera looked a greyish. Dried up blood was on mouth, or what was left of your mouth. Your jaw was broken and hanging to the side. With some chunks of your flesh torn off. Your clothes was slightly torn and covered in dried blood. Besides, your eyes seemed to be sad. As if you were missing somebody.

Konig was in a bit of shock. One he thought you were dead and two, you were here. But, you weren't a live completely. "Konig..." you said again, in that groggy voice, but it sounded much sadder. As much as risky as it was, Konig dropped his gun and went over towards you. Hugging you around your small body. You stayed still for a moment, but when you recognized who it was, you hugged him right back. "Konig..." you said again, as if that was the only thing that you were able to say at the moment. "I thought I lost you..." he said, while still hugging you. Feeling tears welling up in his eyes. He felt your fragile arms around him, as if you were trying to use all your strength to hug him tightly. "Konig..." you repeated, but you sounded slightly happy in a way, only he could explain.

[acradelius]

I think this falls under Mercy + Reader but could I ask for Mercy finding a sentient zombie Reader? If not, that's good too!

"You Poor, Decaying Corpse"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Witch!Mercy + Zombie!Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mentions Of: Zombie, Implied Possible Kidnapping, Implied Possible Torture, Implied Experimentation, Sentient Zombie

Word Count: 702 Words

Author's Note: Went with Junkenstein's Revenge setting for this one. Wasn't sure how sentient you wanted (Y/N) so they can say their name and essentially be able to understand what's all going on mentally.

Another failed attempt assisting Dr. Junkenstein and his otherworldly “companions” to exact revenge on the lords of the castle of Aldersbrunn. Another time of being defeated by the four heroes called upon by the lords to defend the castle. Once again, having to complete some shady deals in order to resurrect herself, and then eventually those otherworldly fools to repeat the process over once again. Honestly, Mercy was becoming exhausted from the whole process. 

While this time she was able to resurrect herself, she figured she would wait a while longer before resurrecting the others and spend some time by the lonesome. She would spend some time within Dr. Junkenstein’s lab, deciding that while she normally didn’t take things that didn’t belong to her, Junkenstein owed her for what she had done for them, and she was going to get her own pick for it. 

The laboratory was as Mercy had expected it to be: quietly eerie, a complete and utter mess, along with having a very.. distasteful smell. Fingers brushing against a few dismembered Zomnics, taking a look around to spot something of her interest. Junkenstein should have something around here. Or at least that “The Summoner” would have something that Mercy could use. She was drawn away from her thoughts as she heard shuffling, metal clanking around, and then silence. 

Moving throughout the laboratory, closer to the sound, Mercy swept her gaze around the room for whatever could possibly be creating such a ruckus, possibly some halfway decommissioned Zomnics, or some little critters going through the remains once again. Yet, all of her theories were proven wrong as she came across a square shaped object covered by a worn out dirty sheet of some sort. Another round of that shuffling and metal clanging noise, Mercy had finally figured out where the noise was coming from. Now, to see what was actually causing the ruckus. 

Withdrawing the sheet, Mercy’s gaze widened as an audible gasp escaped her lips. It definitely wasn’t what she was expecting. She knew that Junkenstein had been experimenting on various creatures, and creating things like his “monster”.  This.. being.. though, it was seemingly different from that “monster”. It seemed more.. Alive, in a sense, but still was in a state of decay in a way. Just like a.. “Zombie..” Mercy muttered, making eye contact with the zombie as it turned to look at her when she spoke. “Oh, a reaction. 

“(Y-Y..) Gurgled the zombie, shuffling towards Mercy but stumbled over the chains wrapped around their ankles and fell towards the bars to the entrance of the cage, startling Mercy slightly. “O-Oh, did you try to say something just now?” Another gurgle, “(Y-Y.. N..) It took Mercy a moment to realize what was being said. The zombie was trying to say its name. (Y/N).  “Ah, I see. You’re trying to say that your name is (Y/N), correct?” Was that just a partial nod she saw, or just a trick of her mind? 

It wasn’t necessarily concerning that the zombie was.. Well, a zombie. But the thoughts that ran throughout her mind were now becoming concerning, and she wouldn’t deny that she was worried about the zombie - well, (Y/N). Why would Junkenstein take you? Did you agree to it? Did he force you to come with him? How much torture did he put you through? How painful.. was your death..? How painful was your transition…?

“Let’s see if we can get you out of there.” Mercy briefly spoke, turning away from you to retrieve and search through her book of “magical wonders”. After a silent moment she turned back to the cage, hand free from the book pointed towards the cage, and with a bright glow and foreign words shouted out, the shackles upon (Y/N)’s feet dissolved into ash as did the cage door. She watched you staring at her in silence momentarily before starting to shuffle towards her, continuing to pronounce its name. “Let’s get you away from here. You poor, decaying corpse. Maybe we can concoct something to bring you back to your old self.” That being said she brings an arm to wrap around the zombie, escorting out of the lab.