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[aroadcalledsobriety]

Perfectionism in Pink | A Z O M B I E S FanFiction

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Josephine's family was perfectly pink and demanded her to be the same, but why was it no matter how much pink she adorned did she always feel green?

Pink is never the violent delight; pink is polite, tender, charming, sweet, joyous… Pink is sometimes the mellow evening sky staying still above soft zephyrs, pink is sometimes a childhood bruise. Pink is nostalgia, a gentle melancholy.

Perfection.

Her room was the perfect shade of baby pink all around with the cursive word perfection hung up over her equally as pink bed. Her mom had a great eye for detail and had hung up cheer paraphernalia, flowers, and other pretty things across her room. Fluffy white carpet and an equally fluffy bag-chair decorated the floorspace of the teen's bedroom along with a pristine vanity with quality make up. The entire house was well decorated and maintained by the matriarch of the family.

Everything has to be in its place at all times no matter who was or wasn't looking. Hair smooth, make up clean, and clothes ironed - Josephine's parents always demanded perfection. Her mom was a nurse at Seabrook Hospital and her dad an officer in the Z Patrol, there was always a need to do better and to be better.

After all, Josephine Jackson was perfect. She laughed when she was supposed to, made excellent grades, always did above and beyond in everything, and most of all she did what her parents wanted her to do without question. Just like everyone else in the city, her mother was a cheerleader and her father a football player at Seabrook High School many years ago.

Surprisingly enough, they hadn't known each other existed until after college when they moved back to the small town and bumped into each other during work. Her dad was on call in Zombieland when something went wrong and he had an encounter with one of those monsters. He solved it quickly and he walked into her mom's care. He loved to show the scar off on his neck.

Love, just like that.

Then her brother was born, the perfect child. He played football just like his dad, one of the best Seabrook had ever seen, before heading off to college to study Pre-Med after being Valedictorian of his graduating class. His graduation photo hung proudly at their front entrance and the boy was sent off for his own first year last week at the prestigious Mountain College. The same school both her parents attended and the same one she would attend as well.

Yes, Josephine had a perfect life. She did what her parents told her to do and that was why everything was perfect. Her brother did the same and look where that had gotten him. She was going to be a cheerleader, just like she was supposed to be, and she'd be a lawyer within the decade.

"Do you have everything for school, Josephine?" Her mom asked from across the table. The three were enjoying breakfast together which was rare as usually one or both parents were usually gone at work. They were well known for being hard workers even in school taking double shifts to help out their community. Moments like these were rare when the family got to eat together, but the two had decided to take a break for their daughter's first day of school since they no longer had their first born to help out.

"Yes, mom. Thank you for the new water bottle, it goes perfectly with my backpack." Josephine said gratefully with a smile. Her mom returned it with full force, pride on her face at the manners her daughter had. The water bottle was an exquisite pink that matched Josephine's lunchbox, backpack, outfits... It went well with the family.

"Good, and remember cheer tryouts are early in the semester so figure out the dates before you leave school today. Write them on the calendar when you get home." Her dad said seriously, sipping on his cup of coffee and enjoying the newspaper. He very rarely had time to read it so he did when he could. "Your brother did well following in our footsteps, he might not have been a wide receiver like your dad, but he played well."

"I'm so excited to watch you as a flier, Josephine." Her mom said with excitement, her eyes glazing over as old memories flashed through her head. The woman was no cheer captain, but she had been your average Seacoast cheerleader wearing the pink and green proudly. With a small sigh of content, she looked back at her daughter who only smiled back. "I know you're a... little… tall for a girl your age, but I just know you'll be just like your mother. Soaring, flying, it's a wonderful feeling spinning in the air and-"

Ah yes. Her imperfections. Smile and bare with it, it was all because they loved her.

"Alright sugar pea." The patriarch said gently, a loving hand placed on his wife's shoulder. "Let's let Josephine go. She needs to get an early start, you know how she is with times. I'm sure we'll be watching her at the next game high in the air very soon."

Josephine ignored her stomach dropping and said her goodbyes to her parents. She headed out to get her bike from the side of the house - she lived near the edge of town - and resisted the urge to see how fast she could get to school. She waved politely to the people of the town, throwing a good morning here and a 'its good to see you' there, before arriving at the school. Freshmen to seniors were hanging out on the lawn while a few older boys with letterman jackets threw the ball near the front door.

Her brother had been a kicker on the team, the only thing her dad complained about regarding her brother, until the boy had basically kicked every single goal and got himself into college on scholarship. Even when he failed, the boy couldn't lose.

While locking up her bike, Josephine's eyes wandered from the football over to the newly built fence and she frowned.

Zombies.

Her nose scrunched up in distaste as all the stories from her dad started to pour through her head. Monsters, no brains, undead, absolute terrors to society that deserved to sho-

"Oh, Josephine!"

Woken up from her hateful thoughts, Josephine's eyes locked onto a familiar face and even though she wore pink, she felt green. The smiling face of Addison Wells stood in front of her.

"Hey, Addison." Josephine said kindly, pushing down the jealousy in her stomach as the two began walking to the school. "How's your morning going?"

Being put into cheer camp by her family for her entire life it was a guarantee to see Mayor Missy's daughter, Addison, who succeeded in everything with an almost supernatural ease. Cheer came easy to her as opposed to Josephine who spent hours on weekends with her mom clapping at her along to beats in the backyard. Somehow the two girls were friends seeing as Josephine's parents enrolled her in whatever Addison was doing.

"It's going great! I'm a little nervous, new school you know?" Josephine nodded in understanding, high school was scary enough but now they had to be in the same building with freakish monsters who wanted to eat humans... talk about stress. Her eyes darted over to the boys again, they were throwing that ball really half-hazardly. "Plus, cheerleading... it's everything I've ever wanted to be and now... this is it."

Miss Perfect nervous about anything? Everything she did was right since she was born. There was no way that the blonde had to worry about anything. Her mother was the mayor, father the head of Z-Patrol, and her cousin was the current cheer captain. In no nearby parallel universe was Addison Wells not going to become a cheerleader. Now, maybe if a zombie visited the girl at night, ripping her face off, then she'd have something to worry abo-

Josephine had to swallow her hateful thoughts down. They would do no good in the end so might as well push them away. "You'll be fine, Addison. You're amazing at cheer and the team will be lucky to have you." Dad said being emotional would get you nowhere and you can't fight someone whose already perfect.

"Thanks, Jett. I really appreciate it." Addison said kindly with a smile at the brunette. She gave a small hip bump as they approached the front doors to school and Josephine grinned back down at her friend. "You'll get in too, I know it."

"Yeah, but my parents still talk about how perfect your performance was at junior cheer camp this summer." It took everything in Josephine to not bite the words out as the memory of her parents gushing over Addison Wells reared its ugly head. The words echoed through her head and she repeated her mother's praises. "You fly like you were born for it."

Addison stopped their walk at the steps of the school and looked over at Josephine to reassure her that she was also awesome, but Josephine's eyes darted over the blonde's shoulder at a sudden movement. There were only seconds to react properly as a small 'heads up' was attempted to warn the girl. Josephine elbowed Addison out of the way before catching the football that nearly hit the cheerleader in the back of the head.

After she caught herself from being pushed out of the way, Addison looked over at Josephine with wide eyes as she sent the ball in a perfect spiral over to the group of boys who only called out quick apologies before returning back to their game. Josephine scoffed at the lack of decorum.

"Wow, that was amazing, Jett!" Addison said with excitent, looking at the girl with gratitude. "Thank you for that."

Josephine shrugged her shoulders and rubbed the back of her neck in barrassment. "It's not a problem. You would do the same for me." She'd probably have flown over there with a cartwheel, hand spring, and back flip... Something so much more graceful than the throw that made the catcher stumble back.

"You're going to be great at cheer-"

"Wow, that was an amazing catch! And an awesome spiral a-and that distance!"

The brunette whipped around to the fence and took a few steps away from the chain-link, the voice that interrupted Addison stared at Josephine in excitent. Josephine felt her lip curl automatically.

Green hair, pale skin, sunken eyes... the undead just walking in their town as if they were one of them. She made eye contact with the taller zombie with curly hair and he grinned at her, she just looked away feeling disgust crawl through her. Josephine couldn't look at them any longer as fear started to build its way up.

"Are these freaks bothering you cuz?" The man, the myth, the weirdly self-obsessed Bucky Buchannan appeared from behind the two girls, placing a hand on Addison's shoulder as he also looked over at the zombies and started to make deaning faces at the taller one. When the zombie smacked against the fence, Bucky and Josephine took a step back in fear - the former letting out a shriek.

"Come on you guys, leave them alone. We've got to go to school."

"We just have to make it through the second invasion first." Josephine sneered at the freaks. The one who attempted a conversation between races visibly dropped in mood, shoulders down, eyebrows turned up. She couldn't care less what happened next as they were properly dealt with by security.

Addison faltered in her step at the hateful words and fell back - Bucky and his cheerleaders staying back with her - Josephine continued her walk since she didn't want to be anywhere near the green headed monsters. She couldn't believe the council voted on this to take place - did they not care about the future of Seabrook?! It was only a matter of time before the sirens went off and the disgusting creatures were ripping the human citizens to shreds.

Her first two classes went by without issue. Josephine was quickly climbing the social ladder by talking and smiling at everyone she could. Her parents taught her to be perfect and that meant getting approval from others through positive interactions - like cheerleading.

It was between the second and third block when the red alert went off and the first thought in Josephine's head was of course. She couldn't even find it in herself to panic like everyone else as she headed into the closest zombie protection room in annoyance. Maybe she could take a snack from the rations, they always did have the best jerky.

Her mom wouldn't be happy with her ruining her dinner though, so she best not do so.

When she opened the door, she looked behind her and wondered if she should do something about the chaos behind her. There was a worm wiggling in her brain of what her mom and dad always taught her, to sacrifice for others. But with her hand on the door and the red siren's making her heart race... what if she thought about herself?

In every safety room across Seabrook were these metal poles that were about three feet long and they were the first designed anti-zombie weapon that didn't require any training to use. The length of the pole could keep a zombie away from you, the weight of it could brutally bring it down, and in a pinch could be used to jump over obstacles. As an officer in the Z Patrol, her dad ensured that his kids knew how to use the weapon to its fullest capabilities.

There were movies about the incident from 50 years ago that show girls using the mop-like instrument to take the foul creature's heads from their necks, pierce them onto walls, or even depicted in different ways to keep yourself alive in the woods. Supposedly, this thing should be used to protect herself and others from whatever was attacking the school.

But, Z-Patrol would be on their way by now. If she stayed in the room and locked the door... she would be safe without a doubt. No one would be able to get in and all she'd have to do is wait for the all clear from the professionals. But... How many others would die?

Worst first day ever, honestly.

Josephine shook her head, grabbed a metal pole, and immediately went to go round up students and show them where the safe room was. It would look terrible if she was the only one in the safe room and had locked it, preventing others from safety. She would just go gather a group of students and bring them in, lock the door, and say good luck to everyone else.

There were no zombies that she could see and the hallways were pretty hectic. Were people screaming for no reason or were they running from a zombie? Josephine was getting pretty annoyed on her first day so far, but ensured to hide it behind a face of composure and polite kindness. She was Josephine Jackson, daughter of community servants and a future defender herself.

She hadn't stepped more than four feet from the shelter when her eyes locked onto green hair and she felt herself freeze in fear.

Zombie.

[flashbang-througthe-door]

Name: Redacted

Call sign: Bravo 0.2

Nickname: Bravo, Vent Rat, Gremlin

Job: Mechanic, Soldier, Undercover, Pilot

Significant other: Nikolai

Bundle: Vent Rat

Guns/Weapons: A Cor-45 silenced and with armor piercing rounds, a hammer and a wrench, all with a dark green skin on it

Bundle skin: Vent Rat((Normally having a backwards baseball cap too))

[weskerwife]

🌸Morgan my beloved🌸

[kokinu09]

prompt: wyaddison + ten years after

Wyatt and Addison’s son wants to be wild. Inspired by ‘A World Without Fences’ from Lady and the Tramp 2. I kinda picture this being, like, post ‘A Walk in the Woods’ timeline. But it’s not directly associated.

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Happy belated birthday Keeps! 😘 I hope you like this… 😅

“Wesley! Dinner time!” Addison called up the stairs.

Silence.

Her brows furrowed. Usually she’d immediately hear a reply or at least a groan if he was busy. But no, she heard nothing.

“Wes?” She called again, taking one step at a time to go check in on him. Maybe he’d fallen asleep?

Attempting to be as quiet as possible, she slowly cracked his door open. “Wesley?” She questioned gently.

When she peeked her head in and found his bed empty, panic flooded her system. “Wesley?!” She burst into the room and scanned the entire space over and over as if she’d missed him somehow.

He had come home from school! He told her he was tired! He went up to his room! He had to be there! But where?!

After spinning for the third time, it sank in that he really wasn’t there. “Wyatt!” She finally screamed, running at full speed out of their son’s bedroom. “Wyatt!” She continued to shout as she rushed down the stairs.

He appeared around the corner from the den with concern written on his face and eyes dilated from alertness. He easily caught her around the waist when she nearly collapsed down the last couple of steps, pulling her into his chest as tears burst from her eyes.

“I’m right here, calm down.” He petted her hair soothingly. When she wasn’t hyperventilating anymore, he finally asked, “What’s going on, Addison?”

She looked up at him with panic still filling her features. “Wesley’s gone! I didn’t even see him leave! Did he talk to you? Tell you where he was going?” Wyatt’s brows knitted in confusion as he shook his head.

Addison’s eyes widened in horror and she was quick to try squirming out of his arms. “Addison! Calm down!” He ordered, caging her to his body in a tight embrace.

“He’s only 8, Wyatt! He’s 8 and he ran off somewhere out there! I have to go look for him! We have to go find him!” She shouted, weakly pounding her fists to his chest until she completely collapsed into him in a heap of sobs. He hugged her, kissing her hair comfortingly.

“I’ll go find him. Everything will be alright.” He told her gently.

She looked up at him from his words. “I’ll go with you—” She started to say but he was quick to cut her off.

“No, I’m going alone.” He told her with finality. Softening at the startled look on her face. “No offense, Baby, but you’d just slow me down.” He joked, even with the half-truth to his words. Her stormy blue eyes stared up into his, desperately searching for any crack that he might change his mind. But she came up with none, finally nodding her agreement.

Wyatt gave her a smile, ready to turn away and start the hunt, but she stopped him by grabbing the collar of his shirt. “You have to bring him home.” She said firmly. Wyatt chuckled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to her quivering lips.

“I’ve got the best nose in town, Addy.” He teased. Then placed his forehead on hers. “I’ll find him. I promise.” He felt her relax for the first time, giving her hand one last squeeze before taking off out the front door to sniff out their son’s whereabouts.

~*~

The scent led him completely out of Seabrook and across the old barrier. He followed it all through Zombietown, as if Wesley was exploring every inch of the place.

He got a funny look from a zombie woman who walked by as he knelt down to sniff a trampled dandelion garden. Not that he cared what anyone thought of him. All that mattered was finding his boy.

And, yup, he was definitely on his trail.

The further Wyatt followed the scent, the more he realized exactly where his son must have wandered off to. Into what once was known as the Forbidden Forest.

His jaw clenched and his pace quickened as he followed in his son’s tracks. He hadn’t had a chance to teach Wesley how to safely navigate the wilderness. It would be easy for an exploring werepup to get lost or hurt without proper guidance.

As soon as Wyatt squeezed through the old bent-up fence, he took off like a bullet. Heart pounding anxiously and nose to the sky as he sniffed the air almost constantly. Not willing to lose track of his boy’s scent.

It wasn’t long before he caught whiffs of other familiar scents too. He sighed in relief, the tension in his muscles dissipating ever so slightly. They were his old pack mates. At least he wouldn’t be alone. But until Wesley was in his sights, he couldn’t fully relax.

His feet carried him across the woodsy terrain with practiced ease. A feeling of nostalgia built in his chest. It had been too long since he’s been on a good run. The fresh air blowing past his ears and the refreshing smell of pine filling his lungs. The soft forest floor giving way just enough for his boots to get a good grip on the earth.

He wouldn’t trade the life he has with Addison and Wesley, but he sure does miss the wilderness.

Before he even realized it, Wyatt was standing at the mouth of the den. Like muscle memory had just kicked in and brought him back to his old home without even thinking. One quick sniff was confirmation that his son was here. He was close. Wyatt’s stomach leapt as he eagerly continued onward.

As he got closer to the den’s center, he could hear rhythmic clapping, stomping, and laughter getting louder and louder. A beat he recognized from a long time ago. It felt so reminiscent that he didn’t want to interrupt it. He crept down the tunnel and crouched down to peek around the corner into the gathering area.

The den was alive with song and dance. A song he remembered vividly when he’d brought Addison here the first time. It was her ‘Call to the Wild’. Though this version was altered ever so slightly.

He spotted his boy bouncing excitedly in the midst of the pack, one of the widest grins Wyatt had ever seen on him splitting his cheeks. As the production came to a close, Wesley lifted his chin and howled. A sound that filled his chest with pride.

But there was also a tinge of hurt in his heart. The pack had made him this happy. Not him.

When murmuring settled, the crowd parted and his twin emerged. Willa strutted over to her nephew she’d only met a few times when he was a baby and knelt down to be at his level.

“What brings you into our forest young pup?” She asked him with a teasing smirk.

“I'm not a pup anymore! I wanna be like you real werewolves!” Wesley protested, face scrunched into a pout. “I wanna run through the woods! I wanna do what I want, when I want, and nobody can tell me no!” He continued to rant, pacing around and telling any wolf who would listen before returning to face Willa. A determination blazing in his eyes. “I wanna be a wild and free wolf!”

Willa’s brows had jumped in surprise at the young boy’s outburst but then stood into a proud stance, hands on her hips as if she’s decided something. As Alpha, her word is always final after all. “Then I guess it’s time for you to join our pack, officially.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Really?! You mean it?!” Wesley questioned excitedly.

Wyatt’s eyes widened for only a moment before his brows knit into a glare, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The sound reverberating off the walls of the quiet den and catching every wolf’s attention as they spun to face the entryway. Wyatt had already stood as the other wolves took defensive stances. He, however, held his head high with a straight spine, not looking for a fight if he didn’t have to.

Wesley was wide-eyed standing beside the alpha. His shoulders hunched slightly, a habit of his when he knew he was in trouble. Willa saw her brother walking towards her with a scowl on his face and raised an amused brow. “Long time no see, Wyatt.” She said casually, knowing exactly how to grate on his nerves. Though he tried to ignore her, instead turning his attention to his son.

“Wait, you know him?” Wesley asked the alpha from the familiarity in her tone. Willa chuckled.

“Oh, your father and I go way back.” She joked, making Wyatt growl. It fell on deaf ears as his sister continued, strolling lazily to circle him. “In fact, he used to be one of the strongest and most loyal wolves this pack has ever known. The Beta Wolf.” She said into his ear. He hid the way his spine shook. His features as hard as stone, not giving away the hurt he felt in his heart from what happened.

“Wow, no way,” they vaguely heard Wes murmur.

Willa returned to Wesley’s side, her eyes flashing to bore into Wyatt’s. An intensity in her gaze that would make any other wolf shrink into the ground. “I’m surprised he never told you.” Her voice dripping with venom.

“Come on, Wes. We’re going home.” He barked, walking over to grab his hand. But the boy pulled out of his grasp.

“What?! No!” He refused, backing up to stand next to Willa. Wyatt stared at him. He glanced at his sister and saw she was just as surprised as him but more in amusement than shock. Wyatt shook it off.

“What do you mean ‘no’.” He said more as a rhetorical question than anything. “Your mother has been worried sick! We can discuss this when we get home.” Wyatt snapped, turning to head for the exit without waiting for a reply.

“No.” Wesley stayed firm. “I’m not going back, Dad. You might not want this lifestyle but I do!” He tried desperately to make his father understand.

“You don’t know what you want. You’re too young to be out on your own like this!” Wyatt argued, moving to retake his hand. Willa took a step between them.

“He won’t be on his own. He’ll have his pack. Or have you forgotten what that’s like?” She countered in Wesley’s defense. Wyatt’s lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, eyes glowing dangerously.

“Are you trying to take my son away from me now?” He growled threateningly. Willa growled right back.

“No! No one’s forcing me to do anything!” Wesley shouted, pushing his way into the middle. He turned to his father with determination in his eyes. “This is what I want. I want to find where I belong.”

Wyatt knelt down to his level, placing his hands on his son’s shoulders. “You belong at home. With me and your mom. Your family.” He tried to explain but Wesley turned his head away in frustration.

“You and mom just want to keep me caged up.” He huffed.

Wyatt was taken aback. He didn’t realize his son didn’t feel free. Had they really been so oblivious to how Wesley was feeling?

“Your mom and I want you to be happy.” Wyatt argued in confusion.

“Then let me go!” Wes exclaimed, making Wyatt’s eyes widen. “Let me choose my own destiny. You got to choose yours.”

He was right. Wyatt lived in the wild his entire youth. Then he met Addison and they decided to start a new life together. They thought they were doing the best thing for Wesley by raising him in Seabrook. But his heritage begged to differ.

He is a wolf.

Wyatt sighed, knowing what had to be done. Though he knew his wife wouldn’t be happy about it. In one swift motion, he wrapped his son in a tight hug.

He held him there for a long moment before he whispered, “You can come home whenever you’re ready.”

When he pulled back, he hadn’t expected the resistance as if Wesley didn’t want the embrace to end just yet. He offered him a sad smile of reassurance. “We love you, Wesley.” He added, ruffling the boy's white-streaked hair.

After standing upright, he was once again met by his sister. Her expression was neutral, neither arrogant nor remorseful about the whole situation. He looked her dead in the eyes, offering up his hand for her to take. Which she did.

“I’m trusting you.” He said. She gave only a serious nod. Both knew the magnitude of what was transpiring for the young wolf. A right of passage that no one was prepared for just yet.

And Wyatt would miss it.

Reluctantly, it was time for him to turn away. His pace quick as he went back the way he came. He didn’t want Wesley to see the moisture that built in his eyes. He’d be strong for his son.

It wasn’t until the chilled open air hit him that the dam broke. The tears wouldn’t stop streaming as he ran as fast as he could through the forest. Wouldn’t stop when he passed through Zombietown. Most not even able to tell from how fast he was going. And definitely didn’t stop when he broke the news to Addison. Their house felt empty without their little boy there.

And there was no telling when or if he would come home.

[spooky-bear15]

Some character shape breakdowns of my ocs, idk if this will help some people who draw them besides me lmao, but their silhouettes are also there for again, another simple breakdown of who’s who!

Hope these help anyone idk

[onebadnoodle]

frozen yogurt 🍦

[kingzombear]

HORSE ALERT ⁉️⁉️⁉️🤯🤯🤯

[bunnis-monsters]

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Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

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summary: you’ve barely been surviving with your childhood friend during the zombie apocalypse, so when he gets bitten you’re ready to die along with him. But instead of eating you, he fights the urge to spread his virus… and instead pins you down and spreads his seed.

warning: dubcon, breeding, very rough sex, pregnancy hinted at the end

Human beings are social creatures. Living alone for too long can drive one insane, so you would imagine losing the last person you loved during a zombie apocalypse can really break your spirit.

It had been a normal scavenging trip. Lately the zombies had become slower and rotted faster due to the summer heat, so it made moving through town without harm a lot easier.

It was unfortunate though, the zombies trapped indoors were in much better condition than those exposed to the elements. This wasn’t something you had planned for, and it cost your friend his life.

The two of you had been searching through a grocery store, one that had been surrounded by zombies before. Now, only a few skeletal bodies remained outside the doors.

You knew you probably wouldn’t find much, but you both hoped for at least a few canned goods and powder milk…

While searching the store, you were suddenly shoved, a sickening crunch heard behind you.

“Go, run!”

You watched as your friend held off a zombie, his arm being bitten…

“No…”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your mind filled with images of life without him. You wouldn’t make it, you’d surely lose your mind with loneliness and go insane!

He was able to fight the zombie off and bash its head in, panting from the stress. All that movement caused his blood to pump faster and the virus to spread before he could yell for you to run again.

His mind felt fuzzy, his heart slowing before stopping completely. His limbs kept moving without his control, and he was approaching you, shambling.

‘Why isn’t she moving?’

He was stuck inside of his body, unable to do anything as he pinned you down. Tears were running down your chubby cheeks, and he could barely make out what you were saying…

“I won’t leave you! I don’t want… to be all alone!”

Drool fell from his dry lips, his pupils dilated as he stared down at you. Was there nothing he could do?

Memories played through his head, everything moving slowly as if he was pushing through something gelatinous.

He could picture you in your school uniform, the two of you skipping class to hang out at the arcade. He watched as you sobbed into his chest after discovering your parents were dead, and how you weakly pushed him back when he tried to kiss you a week ago.

Although he was now undead, his entire being ached for you. Since you were kids, you had always been someone he cared for, adored to no end. You held his hand, smiled at him, made his days so much brighter.

Of course he would push you out of the way when a zombie threatened to take your life… to take you away from him.

He loved you… and that was just enough for him to hold himself back from sinking his jaws into your soft flesh.

A low growl escaped his lips as he buried his face into your throat. He needed to do something, the urge to spread the virus and infect you was pulsing through his veins…

It’s when you whimpered that he regained some control. His body no longer had control of itself, so the erection he’d been barely holding back every time he smelled your sweet scent was pressing into your crotch.

“Please… don’t go… I don’t wanna… lose you…”

You were crying, his sweet girl that tried your best to keep a smile on your face even at the toughest of times was crying.

And it made him almost… feral.

He snapped his jaws around the strap of your backpack, needing to bite down on something as he rubbed his bulge against you. He was humping you like a horny mutt, the veins in his face visible through his now pale skin.

“M…m…ine…” he growled, struggling to get the word out.

Hearing your soft whines and embarrassed moans made his chest rumble with some strange, satisfied purr, and his fingers were down your pants and in your panties, fumbling around with your pussy lips before sinking into cunt.

It wasn’t great, he could barely control the speed and way his fingers moved, but you were wet enough that he felt he fuck you without hurting the most precious person in his life.

Or well, death.

He ripped your pants off, not having the mobility to elegantly pull them down. Part of him felt bad, he knew you didn’t have many pairs now that the world ended, but this was a matter of life or death.

His cock was now large and swollen, a purplish tint to it. His engorged tip pressed against your tight hole, and he was unable to hold himself back from fucking into you.

For years he had fantasized about taking your virginity. In his head, he had imagined it would be somewhere romantic and he’d kiss your head, being as gentle as he could be.

But in reality he was rough, groaning as his hips jerked forward into yours. The pace was uneven, leaving you whimpering out and begging for him to be more gentle.

He wanted to be, god he wished this could feel as good to you as it did for him, but the virus was telling him to breed, to fill you up until you were close to bursting with his cum.

It lasted so long, too long. By the end you were a mess of tears and snot, your face flushed with embarrassment after orgasming so much.

But part of you was happy. Your friend seemed a bit more lucid after pumping you full of his hot and sticky load. His fingers awkwardly traced over your bulging, chubby belly, his head resting on your chest.

You didn’t go home alone that night… instead you still had your friend, and another member of the family along the way in your belly.

You’d do anything to keep him with you, after all… he did care for you, didn’t he? The two of you had been friends since you could remember… and if having to sit through a few hours of rough sex meant you could keep him by your side, then you’d do it.

Humans are social creatures after all.

If you want more, send me a Kofi! I really like this concept and would love to expand on it with my thoughts on how the relationship would progress :3

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[lastclan]

WELCOME TO LASTCLAN

cw: BLOOD, GORE, ZOMBIES, DEAD CATS

MOON 0: Prologue

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[allurilove]

Yandere x Zombie you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Body mutilation, gore, stalking, desperate and perverted man, gender neutral reader, begging, dry humping.

*He doesn’t have a name, and is referred to as “your stalker,” He only exists for reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. Here is part two! This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: It’s the zombie apocalypse, and you’re a zombie who has a little stalker/fan. He tried to offer himself to you, but you want nothing to do with him.

You’re just trying to go on about your day being a zombie, but an annoying and persistent man won’t leave you alone. He thinks he’s slick, but you see him, and best him every time.

Your stalker always hated zombies. They reeked of death, their breath sour, and their jaws claimed thousands of souls. He kept quiet as he tiptoed around, hiding his body behind a trash can as you feasted on your latest victim.

You went for the jugular, your teeth puncturing their skin, and a burst of metallic tasting blood filled your mouth. You were wild. Your whole hands, neck, chest, and face were stained with blood. You had a couple of flies around you, which you ate as a snack too.

However, with you, he was infatuated. He never once thought it was disgusting that your skin stuck to your skull, your arm twisted in an unnatural way, and how your hair was matted. Or how your clothes were torn, and you had holes in your shoes.

He tried to trap you. But unlike the other zombies, you were smart. The bear trap didn’t work, he tried to lasso you and failed, he spent time building you a cage, just for you to trap him in it.

When you went after a group of humans, he panicked. He hated when you went after a crowd, and he watched with his heart hammering. He prayed that you would survive, and rip them to shreds.

Your stalker often made sure you were well fed. He dragged an old body that remained untouched, and he purposely pushed it into your view. He winced as the body rolled down the hill and knocked you down like a bowling pin. Whoops.

After this has gone on for months, he became envious. Your attention was solely focused on the girl you trapped against the wall, he huffed and puffed, crossing his arms as the girl continued to scream. He began to wonder how it would feel to be eaten by you.

He handed himself to you like he was the best thing around. He took a shower by the lake, scrubbing his body clean from the dirt and grime. Your stalker wondered if he should just be nude so you had an easier access to him, or be clothed and make you work for it…

Your stalker whistled as he approached you, but you didn’t look at him. Your body just wandering around the abandoned building, and he waved at you. But you ignore him. He purposely laid down in front of you, but you just step on his stomach, making him groan in pain. He watched as you were on the move again, and he grabbed onto your ankle.

“Wait— please!” He tried to bargain with you, “I swear I taste good!” Your stalker whined as you just drag him around, trying to go on about your day again. He decided to do something drastic.

Your stalker needed your attention. He needed to feel your hands on him. He stuffed his mouth with his sock, and he picked up his blade. He jumped a couple of times and his joggers slipped down a bit, enough for him to pull out his member.

It hurt like a bitch. He bit down hard onto the sock as his tears welled up in his eyes, he cut his member from the base— wanting to give you the whole thing.

He handed you his cock, and you took the phallic looking thing in your hands. With some sick perversion he wanted to see you eat it, to hold it in your hands, and watch it disappear down your throat.

He’s seen you eat raccoons, rats, pigeons, and decomposed maggot filled bodies rotting away in the hot summer sun, their guts spilled open, and there was barely any flesh left to eat. He’s seen you dig through trash and shove it in your face.

He watched you tear into your own arm after not being able to find something to feed on for weeks. He watched you bite into a pee soaked leg after the human pissed itself after seeing your morbid face.

And yet you wouldn’t eat his freshly cut dick?

You looked at him with an unamused expression.

Your stalker frowned, his hands snatching back his body part after you refused to eat it. His hands were shaking, and his legs about to give out— due to his wound he haphazardly wrapped with bandages. His ego was bruised.

You continued to stare at him with disgust, as if you haven’t done something as vile as this. But to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you were eating humans. It was the damn virus.

First, you don’t care to eat him. Second, you barely seem interested in him. And now third, you’re rejecting his offering? This was enough to make a grown man cry.

“Is it too small for you?” He pouted. “I- I happen to be a grower-“

He swore he saw you roll your eyes. For someone who barely had any mobility except for shuffling around, you had the gall to roll your eyes. You just groan. You try to wave your arm at him— to dismiss him, but you just smacked his face.

“Am I not appealing to you?” He glared at you, his face turning pale. His pants are soaked in blood, and he twitched.

The man fell down to his knees, throwing his dismembered cock to the side, and he clasped his hands together. His breath is ragged, and looked at you as if you were an angel who could take him out of his misery.

And so you do.

Most of your victims are scared, clawing at your arms and leaving red harsh marks on your skin, but he holds you closer. He moaned as your body was pressed up against his— chest to chest. You sat right on his hips. His blood tasted like nectar, it was pleasant and sweet. Your tongue swiped at his sweat.

“Oh god yes! Please eat me!” He cried out, and his fingers dig into your rib cage as you start to grind onto him.

He was already on deaths door step, his heart beat slowing down, and his grip slightly loosened. Your stalker’s moans, and the chanting of your name quiets. It wasn’t long before he let out his last breath.

Your stomach is full and you’re satisfied.

[heartfullofleeches]

Taxidermist Reader: Hold still. I'm almost done- There. All I had on hand was canine teeth, but fortunately they lined up fairly with the teeth you've lost. Take a look.

[Zombie Yan takes the mirror as Reader hands it to them. They stare at their new teeth for a long while before suddenly plunging their hand into their chest - ripping out their shriveled heart and handing to the Taxidermist]

Taxidermist Reader: Is this some sort of payment? Don't worry, this is more of a hobby for me than it feels like a profession

[The zombie points at an empty space on the shelf where Reader keeps most of their animals]

Taxidermist Reader: Oh. You're giving me your heart because you want me to add it to my collection? It would certainly be an interesting addition. Thank you very much.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Love After Death

Yandere Skeleton x Fem Reader

I’m obsessed with Kate Bush’s song ‘Army Dreamers.’ So I decided to write a story about a soldier who died during a war, but he came back to life just to fulfill his promise of coming home to his lover…

There was a Great War many years ago between monsters and humans. A war that took countless innocent lives all due to the human’s greed. A war that took the life of your lover, Zered. Your childhood sweetheart.

Zered was a young sorcerer from the magic tower. A prodigy and pioneer of magic with a heart of gold. He was the man you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted to run your fingers through those blonde curls until the two of you were balding and wrinkly. To look into those sea foam eyes until you couldn’t. To press soft kisses against his full lips until your lungs burned. You loved that man more than anything in this world… but the war took him from you.

Zered may have died a hero of the empire, but you couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped its fingers into your heart. Your beloved was no nothing more of a war story. A great sorcerer who was able to take down the dragon enemies to give time for reinforcements to arrive. A war hero. And they couldn’t even bring a single remain of him back to you…

You sighed as you sipped on some homemade ale. Your eyes glanced at the sun’s rays that danced across the hay fields in sorrow. This was the cottage the two of you were going to live in for the rest of your days. The one you’d start a family in that was now cold and empty. It didn’t matter that the sun hit it perfectly each time, Zered wasn’t here.

You rock back and forth in the rocking chair. The birds weren’t singing their melodic tunes like they normally did. Which was odd. Why weren’t the birds singing- you almost screamed when you see a dark figure slink through the meadow towards your cabin. What on earth was an undead doing here?!

You quickly sprang up from your chair and fell over since you were a bit tipsy. Crap. Crap. Crap! You needed to head inside before that creature got to you.

You let out a shrill shriek of terror when the skeleton stood in your porch. Its red eyes stared into your very soul as it tilted its head to the side. Oh god… this was it. This was the end. You were going to be ripped apart by this hideous creature-

You went still when the creature threw itself into your arms as it released weeping noises. The skeleton whined and shook as its arms wrapped around your body in a tight hug.

“H-home. I… home.” The skeleton’s voice was a spin chilling rasp. A small tuft of blonde on its head showed that it was once human.

What did it mean by being home- wait. This cousin possibly be?

“Zered?” You gasped when the skeleton pressed its teeth onto your cheek like it wanted for press a kiss against your cheeks. “Zered, what happened?”

“Home… home.” Zered was barely to rasp out legible words. The skeleton cupped your face in its palms. “Love you… I home.”

[anonbeadraws]

illustration commission for Bear of Anthony Rosenbach, doing a bit of patching up on his clothes. Reduce, Reuse, Re-start society after your selfmade zombie apocalypse? 🪡 🪡Com info here! 🪡

[6raveyardbat]

zombie boys comms 🧟

[babyblueetbaemonster]

TFW your favorite person doesn't even remember whatever happened in their past life.

[milkytiddyboy]