#zombie x human

[bunnis-monsters]

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Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 9th

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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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[ozzgin]

i had a weird dream where a horde of zombies tried to cook me some food but it was just a bunch of limbs in a pot of water

Hear me out, Zombie! Househusband who likes to cook for you, but his tongue decomposed a long time ago. He has no idea what food tastes like. Messes up a lot. Can't tell the spices apart, so he just avoids them altogether.

You do your best to be understanding, but sometimes the outrage is too great.

[hearts4werka]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… zombie!chris .ᐟ

Died in the 00’s, some ghost-hunting kids accidentally brought him back to live from the grave, family died many years ago, torn up clothes, scars and sew marks on his limbs, greenish-withered tint to his skin, a specific scar going down his eye he likes to make up stories about how he got it, quite flirty, charming, face card is at max, has a special rotten spot in his heart for innocent!reader, loves how delicate reader’s skin is, compares hand sizes but without a few fingers, even tho he may be undead he does know how to fuck well, doggy style enthusiast, loves classical music, quite a prankster, likes to scare reader whenever her nose is in a book too long, doesn’t want to dress up for Halloween even tho reader wants to match costumes, adores the fuck out of dogs, loves watching reader get flustered when he calls her ma’am darling or sweetheart “Oh cmon, darling, you have to watch your step next time than have your nose stuck in those books”

| ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - things I assume he would say |

🧟‍♂️ - “Do you need a hand, ma’am?” He asks while detaching his arm and waving it around.

🧟‍♂️ - “Fuck… um- could you sew my dick back onto me, please?” He gestured down to the place where his dick is now missing from.

🧟‍♂️ - “I don’t need new clothes, I’m fine with these, they add character to my person!” “But people think you’re dressed up as a zombie all year.” “Well they can go fuck themselves for all I care,”

🧟‍♂️ - “Now do I have to? I have no idea how to bakee…” He whines but you grab his hand and drag him into the kitchen, but try not to be too rough as his arm is pretty flimsy.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 introducing… innocent!reader .ᐟ

A big sweetheart, loving family, virgin, loves all small animals, pink bows, mostly pastel clothes, delicate skin, gentle with anyone & everyone, always wanting to help, books enthusiast, clueless, falls for Chris’s pranks, a scaredy-cat, very lovable, secretly is falling for zombie!chris even tho she shouldn’t, blames all of it on the books, very curious about zombie!chris & tends to ask a lot of questions, adores baking fresh pastry, wants to create her own bakery but is too scared too, soft spot for zombie!chris, feels bad for him, always tries to convince zombie!chris to do something new, forces him to bake with you knowing he secretly enjoys it, bit of a crybaby, hates being mean, cozy like a little cute grandma, very innocent on a lot of topics, “S-stop calling me that, it makes my face feel weird”

| ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - things I assume she would say |

🌸 - “You’re such a unique creature, sometimes I wonder how you’re even real” She cluelessly wonders while she runs a hand through his hair.

🌸 - “Let me just grab my sewing kit and you stay here, ‘mkay honey?” She reassured before getting up from her seat and going into her kitchen.

🌸 - “Can you tell me the story of how you got brought to life again?” She asks curiously, loving to hear how he tells the story each time.

🌸 - “Can we pleasee go bake some cookies? It’ll be great bonding time…” She pleads, giving him the sweet puppy eyes that always make him say yes.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! : if anyone has any questions about these two, please ask me them, it can be any questions you have and I’ll gladly provide as much information about that topic as I can, I love talking to y’all and hope y’all have an amazing day wherever you are 💗

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[vhoorlpool]

sorry boss! can’t work today. too busy thinking about an overprotective zombie lover that coats you in his blood to keep other zombies away.

nsfw under the cut!! (o^^o)

it’s ritualistic. he’ll rub up against you, cheek to cheek or chest to your back as he runs his bloodstained hands over your body. he knows he’s practically feeling you up, but… you’re just so soft and cute :( he can’t help it!! he’ll keep you tucked against his side as you traverse through the hoarde; glares pointed in every which way towards his brethren. you’re his. and he won’t hesitate to tear anyone who harms a single hair on your head limb from limb, whether it be dead or alive.

he’s got a hideaway already set up for you the moment you agree to be his, tucked away from the rest of the world post-apocalypse; filled with as many rations as he could find. humans can’t eat brains like he can, much to his dismay, but that’s okay! he loves you regardless. you want canned fruit? okay, hold on. freeze dried ice cream? come here, darling, we’ll search for some. though he’s not letting you go anywhere until you promise to hold his hand and not let go.

he’s utterly fascinated by just how warm you are. cuddling up to you every night is nothing short of a dream for him, though sometimes he gets a little carried away. bloated fingers and calloused palms coming to rub at your plushy thighs as he dips his head lower, lower, lower… slimy tongue coming out to carefully swipe at your labia; lips pressing together to suck at your clit. he’d eat you out for hours if he were allowed to— your juices are like ambrosia to the undead between your legs. despite being a cannibalistic creature by nature, your flesh will be the best he’s ever tasted; and he shows that every time you let him make you cum on his tongue. he won’t complain if you’re menstruating, either… the more blood in his mouth the better. yummers!

sex with him is nothing but tender, too. hands pressed against your pretty, chubby tummy as he ruts his hips up into your own; cock brushing against that gummy spot inside your pretty pussy that has you seeing stars every. single. time. he makes sure to bring you to orgasm first and foremost, before dumping his load inside your womb with grunts and groans that are almost embarrassingly loud. he really can’t help himself. any chance to cum inside literally has him drunk off you, and considering he’s infertile… well, expect plenty of creampies… σ(^_^;)

you’re his pretty human, and he’ll make sure you feel the part, too.

[jazztag]

Prompt #47

Medic is one of the last human survivors in a world destroyed by a virus, which turns everyone infected into zombies. For some reason, Medic is immune to said virus, and now has taken it upon himself to find a cure.

One day, Medic is searching for a new lab specimen to test new vaccines on and finds Whumpee, who looks to be infected like everyone else and is wandering around the lab premises lumping one leg. Medic approaches, net in hand and expecting for the zombie to attack right away.

But Whumpee freezes on the spot, and begins to back away mumbling "no... no m-more hurting....". Even tho Whumpee's skin is surely decaying, and his veins have turned purple under it, Medic is confused as to why a zombie has any level of self-awareness and even the capacity of speech.

[Read my take on this prompt here!]

[metalichotchoco]

Slayer x zombie

I just think the Rodger rabbit dynamic would be really really fun as with a hot zombie (zyra) and a manic zombie slayer (jinx)

[vntfrostswrld]

PUNKINTYRE FIC BASED OF LISA FRANKENSTEIN COMING SOON!!! i just started chapter one and i’m getting back into fanfic writing. I’m so happy to be able to share this with you all once it’s done!! if you’d like a short preview please tell me!!

[coralcatsea]

@hetaween-event

Free Token Day

[extremedross]

Pt. 1- SLC

A/N: I am absolutely not a writer and just a warning that my Grammer or punctuation may not be the best and the plot may not always make sense! Enjoy anyway (zombie x reader) Also, the zombie x reader part might not come till later on in the story. The first few chapters just set up the story.

Setting: Salt Lake City, Utah, in a science labratory

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I don't know what kind of idiot it took for this kind of thing to happen. The sound of alarms rang loudly throughout the building and the halls were reflecting the flashing of the red lights into my eyes as I tried to guide myself away from the chaos of people running through the halls and the screams of pain.

A few people bumped into me while I walked through the hall trying to to get to the exit, though I wasn't exactly sure what the hell was going on. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me to the side, stopping me in my tracks. It was my friend Maureen. There was a look of panic, confusion, and lostness written on her face- well what was left of it.

The flesh on her face almost seemed like it was melting off her skull from some kind of chemical burn and her jaw was slack as if it had been broken. The look in her eyes was empty and dim, making me give her a look of concern. "My God, what happened to you Maureen?" I mumbled under my breath. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but all that came out were moans of pain and something that sounded like gurgling. Maureen tried to grab onto me once more but this time more aggressively as if she suddenly turned hostile, but this time I pulled myself away before she could. Her once beautiful flawless skin was full of blisters and burns, the chemicals eating away at her flesh and dark brown hair. Her sudden aggressiveness surprised me and it caught me off guard when she lunged at me and tackled me to the ground but before she could do anything-

THUNK!

Dr. Hanson wacked Maureen over the head with a.. fire extinguisher..? "What the hell are you doing L/N? Can't you hear the alarms, or are you deaf? Get to the exit and meet me behind the building in five minutes, I'll explain everything later," Dr. Hanson said quickly, grabbing me by my hand and helping me to my feet while Maureen was still dazed by getting hit over the head harshly. I wasted no time and gave him a nod before running towards the stairwell as fast as I could.

Dr. Hanson was an older gentleman about in his mid 60's and has been working in this lab for quite some time so when he said something was wrong, it was wrong. And when he said it was time to leave- it was time to leave. He was an old family friend and was close with my father who they used to go to school with. For now I would just have to put my trust into him and leave the facility.

I raced down the stairs and exited the building. People were leaving with their cars and trying to to get away from the seemingly aggressive scientists who were chasing them and biting, scratching, and doing anything and everything to harm them. Currently, there were only 4 or 5 of them outside and seemed occupied with other people so I suck around to the back of the building like Dr. Hanson had told me to. I leaned against the wall, my hands shaking and heart beating quickly. Dr. Hanson's 1980's Dodge charger pulled around the corner and I was quick to get into the passenger side, trying to catch my breath as he rushed to drive as far as way as possible from the facility. "What the actual hell is going on?," I asked with confusion and shock from the previous events.

"Zombies" Dr. Hanson replied with a straight face and a serious tone, his eyes only focused the road ahead. "Zombies?.. but zombies don't exist, Dr. Hanson" I said, my shock apparent. "Well, they do now kid! We have to seek shelter immediately and prepare for the worst," He glanced over to me for a split second before back towards the road. I knew that he was trying to be serious and tough, but I could tell he was just as worried and concerned for his family and life as me. My eyes narrowed as I listened to what he had just said," Alright, but where are we going to go? And what about my dad? We can't just leave him at home by himself!" I said a bit more loudly than I had meant to. "Yes, you're right. We aren't leaving your father, we're going to him. He's out best chance of survival since he has the most experience in combat and has a higher survival rate than both me and you combined, kid." He paused and sighed before continuing, "Plus, you know how your father is with his ridiculous obsession with food storage and I have some experience of first aid, though not much. Everything will be alright, Y/N.."

Dr. Hanson did have a point.. I just stayed quiet and nodded in agreement. I rested my head against the window and looked out into the city and listened to the sound of police sirens and ambulances and fire trucks in the distance.

I knew, this was going to be hell.

[banj0possum]

Hi I'm wondering if you can make a platonic yandere zombie boys x child gender nutreul reder and they find us wondering around by our self and they basically adopt us

Zombie Horde x Child! GN! Reader

they have no idea what theyre doing

💀 Literally where did you come from..

💀 You just happened to wander into the mall they lived in and find Screw rummaging for stuff in an old freezer.

💀 He picks up your scent and looks at you, but..you're small..

💀 He smelled a human, what is this small creature??

💀 He approaches you curiously with chirps coming from his throat, poking at your tummy and picking up tiny strands of hair, just...looking at you..

💀 Then you let out a little giggle, huh???what???

💀 What noise are you making? Are you calling your horde?? Are there more of you?!?!

💀 So he ties a cord around you and brings you to the rest of the horde, keeping you at a distance as you run around, pulling at the leash.

💀 He calls the others and Ribs immediately sees you as food, but Bo holds him back by the collar.

💀 He doesn't know what you're doing here, but he does know youre supposed to be a baby human.

💀 Maybe lets keep you and raise you so you can grow up and be eaten! You know like cows and whatever humans did?

💀 Yeah sure, totally not gonna bite them in he ass one day.

💀 Bo is the first to take care of you, he just accompanies you while you walk around the mall.

💀 You arrive at the old arcade, most of the stuff there were broken or forgotten, there wasn't much use for arcade prizes or small candies after the apocalypse happened..

💀 He watches you run up to an old claw machine, the toys inside were still as pristine as they were years ago, the glass box acting as a protective barrier from the hands of time.

💀 Your face was practically on the glass as you stare at the fluffy toys longingly

💀 Bo watches as you almost whimper at the sight of them

💀 *sighhhh* well, wouldn't hurt to give you what you want right?

💀 You two leave the arcade with a bag full of fluffy new friends and a broken claw machine

💀 Next was Soda, he just tied you to a cord and just let you do whatever

💀 He kinda just ignored you until he hears you fall over and start crying

💀 oh oh no oh no

💀 please please dont cry uhh

💀 do you want food? uhhh uhhhh!!

💀 He hands you the juicebox he was saving for himself and you immediately stop crying and go on the run around

💀 oh no my juice!! better make sure you don't hurt yourself again

💀 He's so much more protective of you now, he makes sure you're playing safe or not putting something in your mouth you're not supposed to.

💀 Screw was kinda just..there

💀 Both him and Ribs looked after you together, it was more of Ribs watching you and Screw watching Ribs to make sure he doesn't eat you.

💀 The whole thing went to the 3 of you chasing a mutant animal around the mall together, giggling and playing the whole day

💀 They taught you how to be feral, Ribs is a bad influence..

💀 The horde gradually starts teaching you things like hunting or picking up scents

💀 Thinking about it now, they'd never imagine ever hurting you or making you cry

💀 During cold nights they all huddle together with you in the middle, keeping you safe from anything that would hurt you..

💀 Looks like they wont be raising you for meat any time soon..

[ozzgin]

Yandere!Zombie x Grave Robber!Reader

content: gender neutral reader, scumbag reader, monster romance

"The right one will eventually come to you," mother used to say.

Except "the one" never did come. He sighs and turns around in his cramped resting place, glaring ahead. Pathetic, miserable tomb with no one else but him in it.

"Thanks for nothing, mom," he declares bitterly. He can't remember where they buried her, but she must be nearby.

What else is there to do except to rot away? If only it happened faster, then he wouldn't have to deal with his loneliness; he'd be a pile of shiny bones, unconcerned with such philosophical desires.

Suddenly, the unexpected happens: his coffin creaks heavily, door rumbling from repeated, monotonous blows. The hatch gives in, and he squints his eyes, cowering before the flood of pale moonlight.

"Damn it! Nothing valuable." You click your tongue and stuff your shovel in the rustled soil. "I guess this one's been dead for a while. They must've taken everything already."

You stretch your neck over the grave, glancing in one final time. Maybe you can sell the bones for some scraps, after all. Your eyes rest upon the pale man, who almost seems to be alive, staring at you with a gaping mouth.

He blinks.

With a shriek, you throw yourself back, scrambling to get away from the monstrous ghoul. It's not your lucky night, that's for certain.

He swings himself up, his spine nearly collapsing in the process. He hasn't moved in centuries, but this is the chance of a lifetime. Fate's call, one could even argue.

"Wait!" he shouts, lunging at your ankles. "Please, take me with you."

You turn around and notice his lower half must've detached somewhere along the way. You've been dragging him along.

"Ugh, what would I do with a spoiled cadaver? You can't even pull yourself up, man."

You glare at him with mild disgust, but allow him to at least release his hold on you and retrieve his legs. He coughs awkwardly, putting himself back together.

"You try moving after hundreds of years," he retorts.

The zombie scans your face and grins.

"What's so funny?" you bark, shoving your hands in your pockets.

Maybe the right one does eventually show up. It took him a lifetime of waiting, but you’re finally here. His.

He rummages his pockets, frantically searching for something. Finally, he extends his bony fingers and hands you a ring.

“Hmm, I guess I could pawn this off,” you say, inspecting the precious stone.

“No! It’s your engagement ring!” he huffs, closing your hand around it.

Oh, for Christ’s sake.

“Fine!” you groan. “Pick up that shovel. If you’re going to stick around, you might as well help me.”

“Naturally. Come, I know where most of these fellas hid their expensive belongings.

He guides you around with a giddy smile. Does this count as your first date?

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[hearts4werka]

NNN day 14 | “Zombies Don’t Do Costumes”

“ Oh cmon, darling. I won’t, but I do especially love to scare the small children, they always scream so highly. Higher than you when I’m- ”

summary: Chris’s favorite season has came around the corner, Halloween season. He always loved to decorate the house with various scary objects, give our candy to children but especially scaring them. He decided to not dress up this year while handing out candy at your house and got quite shocked when a group of local children got scared of his so called ‘realistic zombie costume’ since they thought he was real. What would have you done if you were these kids?

warnings: FLUFF, kids screaming & zombies! Besides that it’s just cute trick or treating with your very real zombie boyfriend!

authors note: i know I’m late with Halloween fics and stuff but it felt fitting to have zombie!chris cherish the screams of children on Halloween while putting like no effort into his costume, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one.

no nut november | masterlist | guestlist | introduction

The scent of crisp autumn leaves falling on the ground and the soft crunch of them crushing underneath your shoe fills the air as you and Chris decorate the front porch for the night, hooking up soft glowy orange lights on the white painted pillars, Chris gripped the sides of the ladder as I stepped on the steps to reach the high hooks set up already. “Whatcha’ gonna dress up as this year?” He asks, gazing up at me and I could feel him trying to avoid glancing at my ass and I chuckle softly, finally hooking up the lights and slowly stepping off the ladder. “I think I’ll be a bunny this year, they’re so cute and delicate!” I answer, standing next to Chris and admiring how the lights glow and shiver in the soft autumn breeze but Chris on the other hand was admiring me.

He leaned his arm on my head and looking down at me, “What kinda bunny you mean? Playboy?” He jokes, gently ruffling my hair with his cold arm as I glance at him slightly confused. “Huh?” My response only further infects his laughter, his hand creeping around my shoulder and pulling my smaller form to his side. “You’re so innocent, stay that way sweetheart.” The soft cold air hits our skin —well my skin— which is our sign it’s time to hop back into the cozy embraces of our home.

Soft classical music plays from the record player placed somewhere in the living room, I’ve bought vinyl records of Chris’s favorite classical music artists so he can feel more at home, the autumn atmosphere hangs heavy in the air and I know Chris adores this season. His favorite season and holiday —Halloween— he’s always been a sucker for the spooky season but especially since he could scare the kids with his small tricks like detaching his arm and waving it around like loose meat, always chuckling at the soft squeals and screams of children as they run away from our doorstep.

— The Evening Came Around…

Finally, the sun dipped below the horizon and the streets filled with kids in various different costumes, Chris decided to wear a purposely torn up black buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the sew marks on his arms, black dress pants and combat shoes on the lower half of his body. The rest was just like he normally looked like, his typical scars and sew marks visible and greenish tinted skin, I was dressed as the polar opposite aesthetic, in a soft pink bunny costume as my hand subconsciously pulls down the small skirt which was the only fitting skirt I’ve dug up from my closet as a soft pink corset sucks in my waist but makes some of the upper parts of my body more prominent.

The sound of my platform shoes echoed throughout the space around us as I looked out through the window to see some kids with their parents approaching our home, squealing in excitement as I grabbed the bowl of candy, ready to serve them to the children. “Some kids are coming over to our house! Did you see?” I beamed, chris walking over to stand by my side and even with the help of my high shoes, he still managed to be taller than me. Before the kids come over to the front door, we walk over to stand near it and wait for the doorbell to ring but before it did, a soft slap was suddenly delivered to my backside by Chris’s cold hand. I jump at the sudden gesture and glare up at Chris, “Christopher, you have to behave when the kids get here! And don’t scare them too much, they’re just cute little toddlers” “Oh cmon, darling. I won’t, but I do especially love to scare the small children, they always scream so highly. Higher than you when I’m-“

I cut off his sentence before he could finish it by a soft slap to the back of his head and he grabs the spot where it was delivered, the noise of the doorbell now echoes through the room as I open the door. “Trick or Treat!” The kids all say in unison, holding up their little candy baskets and a soft ‘aww’ falls from my lips as I gaze at their adorable little outfits containing a princess, spider-man, batman and also a bunny. “Hey kids! Needa hand with the treats?” Chris playfully jokes, casually detaching his arm off his elbow and waving it around like loose meat, the smiles wipe off their faces as horror spreads across them as they jump and squeal as they stare at the hand in complete fear, their tiny hands clutch the handle and quickly run off into the streets while their soft screams fill the space around us.

Chris laughs but I walk out onto the porch with the bowl still in my hands, waving and calling out to them, “You guys forgot your candy! Come back!” My calls don’t work as they’re too far away and too afraid to turn away, I apologize to the parents who were left on our front porch and give them candy to give to the kids as an apology gift. “I’m so sorry, he just likes to play around with his prosthetic arm.” I glare at Chris as the proud smile still remains plastered on his face as laughter continues to fall past his lips. The parents walk off to their kids, hiding behind a nearby tree and they go over to the other houses. I walk back to the front door and to Chris, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him with a disapproval on my face. He stops laughing for a minute after noticing my gaze, “What? It was funny, besides you look too cute to be mad at me right now, sweetheart.” I softly roll my eyes before softening my expression, “You’re glad I love you” “I know, I know. Love ya’ too, darling” He suddenly starts peppering my face with gentle kisses, his cold lips grazing my soft skin before they land on mine and capture them in a melting kiss. His hand reaches out and wraps around my waist to pull me closer into him, my arm messingly landing on the door handle of the front door as I close and lock it. Let’s just say that we didn’t take any more trick or treaters for the night.

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[agileo-101]

Metamorphosis of Enigma AU (or simply Infection AU)

Scarab and Prismo is office workers who don't get along. But now, they must learn to trust each other if they want to survive. The infected are simply called TEETH

[jonathanarcher]

Mulder and Scully would kill it in a santa clarita diet situation. Literally. Mulder would not hesitate to start killing people for food if Scully became a zombie.

[jazztag]

A Cure for Soliture IXX

Amy looks at the Medic, and then turns back to the zombie who is clutching at her hand tight. W’s hazel eyes are afraid. Very much so, that the zombie is practically hiding behind her body. W doesn’t know her at all, but he is practically pleading Amy to not let him go. 

The woman furrows her brows, not understanding what kind of relationship these two have. M steps forward to W again, and the zombie trembles and hides his head under Amy’s arm. 

“What’s up with… him?” asks Amy to M. The Medic sighs. Something’s up, she decides, but now’s not the time. She trows a glance towards Ward, who seems unimpressed.  

“W” tries M again, and his voice is softer, like talking to a bounded animal “Come here, please” His posture, minutes before violent and unaprochable, relaxes bit by bit. Medic’s shoulders drop a little, and he finally puts his gun aside, again inside his inner coat poket. W seems to sniff the air, as if cheking for danger. 

“N-no hurt-ee-ing?” mumbles W. M nods. Amy, speechless after hearing the literal zombie speak, looks around at the rest of the crowd. Nobody seems to have heard him, too, being fairly away. But the soldier has heard him. That’s not normal in a fourth phase, thinks the woman. That is literally impossible. 

W frees himself from her embrace, and bit by bit starts taking some steps towards M. The Medic, not wanting to move in case he scares the zombie away, can’t help but feel pity at his state. He still has dried blood stains all over his face and neck, and without clothes, his body looks even more fragile and thin. M grits his teeth, thinking how inhumane these zombies are being treated, stripped down like pigs in a farm.  

W reaches M and stops right before him. He is hugging himself, still trembling like a leaf. The Medic, quite tall in comparison to the zombie, kneels down and raises one arm towards the creature. The entire room awaits in awe for what comes next. 

“Now, I need you to bite me, as hard as you can, ok?” 

W blinks twice, something that takes almost half a minute to do so. He then steps back a little, sudden bad memories flooding his mind again. 

“N-no…” he mutters, not wanting to hurt M again, not wanting to get himself hurt too. 

“W. Please. I won’t get mad at you.” 

W doesn’t understand anything. 

“I won’t get mad at you never again.” 

The zombie walks towards the human again. The crowd can’t heard a word that has been said, but Ward, from where he stands, has his eyes glued on the zombie. W leans his head to the side, thinking about it. He raises his left hand, his pinkie poking out. 

“P-pinkie p-ro-moice?” 

W scoffs- W has that power over any situation to deescalate it with his weirdness. He nods. Then closes his fist and handles him his forearm. 

The crowd yells in awe as W bites M. A couple of people start running towards the Medic, but Ward stops them. 

“It’s ok. It’s ok” says M, standing up again. Amy runs towards W again to protect him from the other people, and the Medic, while bleeding profusely from the bite, searches for a bandage in his inner poket. He applies pressure on it and bandages himself with skill. It isn’t the first time, notices the soldier. 

Everyone has eyes on M, now. Some people start walking away, not wanting to look. The Medic takes out a wrist clock, and starts counting the seconds. 

“Do we have a test in hand” yells at Ward’s direction. The man, looks around, and someone runs towards him with a cardboard box. 

“What the shit are you trying to prove, my boy” asks nervously the man, throwing him the test, not daring to walk towards M nor approach. 

Everyone stays away from the three of them. Amy, still by W’s side, doesn’t say a word while observing how M takes the test material out from the box and starts preparing the kit, taking the needle out from its plastic protection.  

“It usually takes up to three minutes for the cells to get fully infected and for the material to get spread out though the entire system and therefore, brain” explains M while cheking again at his clock. Everyone watches in awe as the Medic explains everything calmly. Any other in his place would start praying, or maybe crying. Making amends. Shooting themselves on the head, before starting to experience the first symptoms: a strong and piercing migraine on the left side of the brain. 

“These tests are 98% veridic towards detecting the virus in someone’s fluids” keeps explaining M. He checks again at his watch, and when it starts counting the fourth minute, M takes out his index finger into the small orifice of the test and pulls at the small device, making the needle stick out and draw blood. He pulls up his bloody finger and sticks it into the container, and waits. 

“Did you find out the cure? Is that what you are trying to prove?” asks Ward, still in shock. The Medic looks at W, and the zombie leans his head towards the side. 

“No” lies M. He looks towards Ward again. “I’m proving the virus can mutate and stop getting spread.” M finally releases his finger from the test device, and without looking at the device little paper screen, trows it towards Ward. The big man tries not to touch the plastic thingy. He turns it upwards with his foot, and there is it. One bar. 

“Only one?” asks Ward, incredulous. Other people decide to come closer towards the test aswell, just to see it with their own eyes. 

“You can wait for it, but it won’t turn into two” says M, defiant. He then points at W. who is still grabbing at Amy’s coat, untrustful “That’s progress, Ward” 

The crowd look at W at once, and the zombie looks scared by the sudden reaction. He cleans himself from M’s blood, and looks down at his feet. 

“He’s untransmittable, yeah” 

Still nobody seems to want to approach nor do anything towards M, Amy and the zombie. The Medic, acting fast, takes W by the hand.  

“What you’re gonna do about it, huh? That’s Protocol T, still, or not? Humour me.” 

Ward, speechless, steps to the side. And then M starts walking away, taking W with him by the hand. Amy, following close behind, faces the crowd, rifle in hand, guarding their exit. 

“No funny stuff or I’m calling my guys” she tells Ward, before exiting the room as well. 

Once outside, M takes a couple of breaths before turning to W and cheking the zombie’s state. The creature is still trembling. Afraid, cold, hurt. He is still overhelmed by the attention he got inside. And now the dry dusty floor of the exterior is hurting his feet aswell. The Medic examines his neck and shoulders, without finding new bounds aside from the one in his chest, still bloody and sore. 

“We are gonna take care of that when we get home, ok?” 

The zombie trembles more as a response. 

Amy gets to the pairs side. “We should hurry, I don’t like the outbounds. Who knows what they are talking about inside. Let’s leave before we can.” 

M nods, but not before taking out his coat. 

W is still looking down at his feet and looking sad when he suddenly feels some warm weight on his shoulders. He looks up and there is M, buttoning his coat onto him and making sure the cloth stays put in his place. It fits huge on the zombie, looking more like a robe. The inner cloth has synthetic fur, and W can feel it tickle on his skin. 

“Sorry I had to make you do that” mumbles M, looking away from W. “But they won’t mess with us in the future, that’s for sure”. 

The zombie looks up at him. 

“Yyou are n-not ma-ad?” 

Medic pays him a look. W looks inmensely tired. Who knows what atrocities he may have found himself in, inside the complex. Maybe he doesn’t remember, tho. But his body surely does. 

“Come here” 

M grabs the creature into a firm embrace, letting his head rest onto his chest and letting his feet dangle on his side. Carrying him bridal style, Medic looks down to see W completely passed out on his hold the very same instant he hugs him towards his warm body. 

“I’m gonna take him home with me. Thanks for everything, Amelia” 

The woman looks at the both of them. Knowing how secretive M is of his whereabouts, she doesn’t complain. She has a lot of questions for the Medic, but decides not to press onto it. She just decides to ask the only pausable question, before leaving them be. 

“Are you sure you are ok” asks him one more time, keeping her tone low to not wake up the zombie in M’s arms. The Medic smiles, relaxing a bit. 

“I think we are now, yeah”. 

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