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Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 9th

Oct 8th

Oct 10th

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.

[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..

[anomaly-hivemind]

Infected ☆ The Last of Us Zombie x Reader | Kinktober Day 15

Summary: Being infected isn't as bad as you thought it would be when you don't put up much of a fight.

Word Count: 1082

Tags: zombies, infections, virus, sex pollen, mind break, blow jobs, roughish (at the start), face fucking

You were in some old building, you had no food left, and half a water body to your name left. But most detrimental to your survival is that you had no weapons to your name. You got robbed not that long ago which was pretty much a death sentence on its own. But you managed to get here with little issues. You lean against the class of an exhibit and let out a tired sigh. If you had a gun right now you were sure that you would have shot yourself by now. A quick death would be better than slowly starving and or getting ripped to shreds. 

You let out a muffled sneeze, it was awfully dusty in this place, and you looked around the dimly lit room. This seems like a good place to rest, die in yourself if you get lucky, and find food if you win god’s favor.  You let out another sneeze, this one being more on an unsatisfying mouth one that doesn’t have any other purpose besides being loud and annoying.  

That's when you heard it, a shifting sound of something heavy dragging across the floor and the dreadful sound of clicking. 

‘Well, guess I'm dead…’ you think to yourself while trying to tiptoe back from which you came.  Why and how did you manage to walk so far into this room without triggering this beast beforehand?  You could hear the clicker moving, getting closer to you. It's clicking and gurgling screeches echoing around the closed space.

You walk as slowly as you can but have to hold back an active curse when you see that the clicker has moved in your only path to the door.  You back away but manage to bump into a chair of all things.  The clicker whips your head in your direction and screams.  You could actively see the spores move through the air from its mouth like a cartoon depiction of bad breath.  They free up, hoping it will forget that it's right in front of you and get distracted by something else.  

But it stays there, clicking and “looking at you” At least that's what it would be doing if it had eyes instead of the fungus.  You felt the urge to sneeze again, forcing yourself to hold it in. All this dust was making you woozy, and a bit weak in the legs. If you could move from this spot, you would have to sit down before you end up collapsing on the floor.  

You sneezed, the sound of it causing you to freeze up, you were so done for. You had nothing to fight this zombie off and no way to get away from it. You felt hot with fear and something else that you couldn’t quite understand over a growing haze.

The clicker took a few slow wobbly steps towards you. You stare at the clicker, it is clearly some guy who was turned some time ago.  Barely wearing any clothes anymore and covered in the fungus. 

You felt dizzy and your legs started to feel glued to the ground. The room was hot or maybe it was just you that was feeling a heat wave. The clicker  stood in front of you. It tilts its head like it's studying you, not like it normally would in a hostile way, you were a little confused. It suddenly starts sniffing the air and its head moves even closer to you. He grabs your hand hard, pulling you on your knees and the pain causes you to hiss.

Your eye drifts down to a pressing plot point. The clicker's cock was surprisingly intact; it had colorful fungus sprouting onward on the tip and had tiny caps poking out of the shaft. The clicker follows your gaze and makes a clicking noise slightly different from the others it's been making. It shifts a bit where it's standing, trying to angle its body in a way that it can get your attention.

It gets your full attention, and due to the pollen, the sight of it causes heat to lower. The cock was standing upright in your face. It tilts its body so it's standing directly in front of you, getting the lower part of its body closer to your face, almost like it's expecting you to do something. You can't wrap your head around the actions you couldn't seem to wrap yourself around. Your hands wrapped around the cock with a shaky grip.

He lets out a string of clicks and shrills. You move to run your tongue along the rigged shaft. Heart beating in your chest as you feel the need to do more, the desire and overall urges go as far as you can. He pushed his cock a bit into your mouth; you opened your lips to take him into your warmth. You gag on the thick infected cock, but you don't care. You suckle on the cock with a hazy, lusted-up bobbing. 

You suck on him while slurping And drooling in the process. The Clicker grabs your face and starts to thrust into your face. It rocks his hips into your face with a messy quickness that only gets rougher. You let out a moan as it felt like it was shoving its way down your throat.  The pollen was getting thicker and almost harder to breathe, but you didn’t care. It gets on your skin and on your clothes and in all honesty, it made you feel like you were on cloud nine. 

You hear a new sound coming from the creature that is fucking your throat now, another moan or growl mixed together with clicks. The fungus on his dick makes each thrust feel even better than usual for some reason. If you went so doped up, you would wonder how this zombie could even get hard in the first place. It continues to fuck your face, growling softly with every thrust. You can feel the fungus tickling your nose with each movement and causing it to throb to life, adding to the intensity of the experience. 

The zombie has its version of orgasm as a puff of pollution escapes from the top of his head. It doesn't shoot any liquid into you; instead, your mouth gets full of the tiny tendril that helps spread this infection.  It finds its way down your throat. You can feel yourself becoming infected, the infectious fungus spreading through your body before all thoughts go dark.

[theressaicon]

m!Zombie x gn!reader part 1

„It's very dangerous in the city. It's the most infected place, don't go there."

That's exactly what the media told everyone in case they couldn't keep the infection under control. And they weren't wrong. A year later, the 'healthy' people were in the minority.

People behaved more like people than ever before. Instead of helping each other, they were greedy and distrustful... So you decided to stay away from both the infected and the healthy.

And why do you stay so close to the city when it's so dangerous? It's simple; no one goes to the city because it's where the most zombies are. But if there are no people there, the zombies have no reason to stay there either.

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You've been living in a hut for four months. It was small, but the fence around it was impenetrable.

You almost went crazy from the lack of social contact, but you haven't been lonely the last few days.

One cloudy day, an infected person appeared behind "your" fence. This hadn't happened to you in a long time. You had planned to go back to the city center for supplies and some weapons, but now that wasn't possible. You had nothing to defend yourself with, the only option was to wait for the zombie to lose interest and leave.

He stood at the barred gate all day, looking at the hut you were hiding in. Even through the dirty windows, he knew you were there. He could smell you. The others would have screamed and made other loud noises. But he was quiet. He just watched. He just stood there.

The next day he disappeared... Just like any zombie. So you decided to go to the city to get some food. On the way, you also picked up an axe that was just thrown halfway down the road.

After you put the food in the pantry, you looked out the window of your hut again. A chill ran down your spine. There he was again. In the same place.

The thoughts that he was just a hallucination wouldn't leave you alone. For the next few days you lived in fear that if you let him out of your sight, he would go over the fence.

You needed to know the truth. You grabbed your slingshot and a rock, stepped outside the hut, and shot at him. You didn't miss. You hit the zombie right in the head, and he clearly didn't like it. He made a sound for the first time. At least you knew it wasn't just your imagination.

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At first, you thought you'd go insane. But it wasn't as bad as you thought. You started sleeping peacefully at night again. The zombie had no intention of attacking you.

Winter was approaching and the wind was blowing into your hut through various holes. You grabbed an insulating tarp with nails and a hammer and went outside. Your intruder was watching you while you were working on the isolation.

„Entertaining for ya?" You decided to speak directly to him after two weeks. Mr. Zombie looked around and then back at you. "Yes, I'm talking to you." you reassured him.

He didn't give you any further reaction. You spoke to him here and there out of boredom, sometimes with rhetorical questions. You didn't expect him to answer you. You took it as one-sided communication. The next day he wasn't so stiff. Sometimes he moved behind the fence or looked away from you for a little while.

He didn't bother you, he didn't threaten you, he was just... there. One early morning, you heard massive screams from two undead. As if they were fighting to another death. It wasn't a pretty sound, and it worried you that it could be heard all the way to your hut. It must have been at most half a mile away.

You couldn't sleep anymore because of the fear. After a while, you looked out the window and saw your zombie intruder walking towards the fence from the location of the screams. He stopped at his place by the gate and did what he always did: stood and stared.

So many scenarios ran through your head... Was he trying to get more zombies to you? Was he scaring them away? Would it be possible that he was trying protecting you?

After breakfast, you went outside in a warm coat and a breathing mask on your face, because it was the first time you had walked directly to him. You stopped a safe distance from the fence. He watched you the same way... As if he was trying to hypnotize you with his swollen eyes.

You have reached your final decision. "Do you have a name?" You asked, loud enough for him to hear you. He lowered his gaze to the tips of his feet. "I'll give it to you myself, then." Then he raised his head again and watched you as usual.

He had sharp facial features, messy dark hair, and facial stubble. But what characterized him were his yellow eyes. They weren't as bright as sunlight, but they didn't look as dead as the rest of him.

„I'm going to call you Mr. Yellow 'cause of your eyes." His reaction was just a blink of his eyes, but deep down you hoped he understood your words.

From his perspective, it was clear. He had finally gained your trust. You had given him the name he had missed so much without even knowing it. For the first time in months, he was able to suppress his hunger and replace it with adoration for you. You were worth it. You were worth everything. He swore to himself that he would protect you.

[purplekissinger]

Hungry heart: headcanons

Daily life with zombie yan~ what could go wrong haha

I, uhhhh, made a part two?.. Just can't get over this little undead yan disaster. TW: yandere themes, zombies are their own warning I guess

I’d go with Max Brooks' view on zombie virus. He considers it to be an aggressive bacteria that kinda keeps the corpse from rotting; hence, zombies are sort of  stinky but not really, which means that Michael can (and will) be hugged (a lot) without you passing out because of the smell. 

Hugs are the way you two communicate now. ‘Good morning, Y/N’? Hug. “What’s for breakfast and oh my, is that for me’? Hug. “You are the light of my life and my last shred of humanity’?  Hug. ‘I don’t want you to go scavenging today because I heard something outside and it might be dangerous’? Hug and a small ‘grrr’.

Speaking of that. Lurking through abandoned stores became a lot easier (and safer). Michael’s hearing is almost supernatural, he can smell other zombies from a mile away. If he grabs your hand all of a sudden and pushes you under the counter, be quiet. He knows what he’s doing.

Same if there are other survivors. Michael really doesn’t want any living people around you, more so than undead ones. He’s got the point: what if you leave him for them?!?!?? Can’t have that. Get under the counter now, grr.

No sleep cause zombie → guards your safety at night. Also stares at you for hours straight, but that’s a given both with yanderes and zombies.

Extremely clingy and I mean it. He follows you like a lost puppy all the time, personal space? what personal space? Surprise hugs from the back instead.

May or may not have sneaked out once to lead a horde of his… colleagues to another group’s hideout. There! Those stupid survivors fled the city without even you noticing. He can’t even bear a thought of you joining other people.

You read to him a lot. Quality time together c: Michael's head on your lap, you stroke his hair gently, (him foaming a bit because he is overwhelmed). At moments like these his 'grrs' are almost 'purrs'. (Michael prefers children’s books btw).

Desperately enjoys every bit of domestic life with you.

Is really proud of that ‘Y/N’s PERSONAL PROPERTY’ collar. And yeah, it’s pink.

Sometimes Michael wonders if he ever was this happy when alive.

[monstersholygrail]

What are your thoughts of Jiangshis?

I honestly had to look up what these monsters are because I have never heard about them until now. But I greatly thank you for the introduction because DAMN!

So if yall don’t know as well, Jiangshi’s are known according to Google as Chinese hopping vampires. It’s a type of undead creature that’s featured in some Chinese legends and folklore.

Other websites describe them as being a combination of a vampire and a zombie which I think is freaking sick as fuck!!! Like they’re so similar but different which makes mixing them together so fascinating!

I love their designs and how they’re usually featured, I honestly think they have a beauty to them that a lot of vampires do. The history behind their designs is also really cool. Apparently they’re usually always seen wearing funeral attire. And their hair and nails continue to grow, unlike western vampires.

The origin of where this all comes from is lowkey kind of heartbreaking. At least from the things I read about them. Because I may have gone on a little research binge about these guys because of this ask lol.

I totally wouldn’t mind writing for these guys if it was culturally ok to do. I think it would be very interesting to explore how their personalities differ from western vampires. Jiangshi x vampire?? 👀

[loveundrwrld]

came back yandere - undead yandere x reader

(content warnings: death, mentioned cannibalism, some minor gaslighting stuff from the yandere)

if someone had asked you if you could bring anyone back from the dead, there’s only one answer that you would pick. your dearest, closest childhood friend leon, who you lost when you two were just starting off college together.

you were completely broken by the tragedy and decided to move away from your hometown to transfer to a new school. you wanted to start all over, to put the loss out of your mind. 

when you come back to visit your hometown after graduating. . . you feel as if you are losing your mind. it feels like you are seeing him everywhere. even though you know it’s impossible.

eventually, one day, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you follow him. you want to see for yourself if you’re going mad, or if the friend you keep seeing out of the corner of your eyes is really there. despite knowing it’s hopeless, you desperately want any chance of seeing him again.

you actually end up bumping into him as he stops unexpectedly- he noticed you following him, and, to your surprise, he’s real. not an illusion that your desperate, grief-riddled mind came up with, but a real, solid man. one that looks exactly like the friend that you have lost. 

unbeknownst to you, to him, you're just a passing curiosity, an odd person who's been watching him from time to time while he was walking to the graveyard to sneak in a little snack.

you politely apologize and excuse yourself, but he smiles, unbothered, and lets you explain yourself.

he knows while you tell him about leon, about how much you care for this friend of yours, that he cannot possibly match the person you are describing in anything except appearance. he remembers nothing at all about his life, but he's never cared about anything except himself before in the short life he knows. there is no way that could be him.

but, he sees the desperation in your eyes, and the love that you have for this person who shares his face. and suddenly he's hit with a kind of hunger he's never remembered having before.

he’s suddenly overwhelmed with a vicious, overpowering desperation that matches your own. to have your love, the love that this leon had lost.

he knows now that he will take that love from you. no matter what he has to do.

“i'm leon,” he lies. “i’m so sorry you’ve missed me.”

over time you spend more time together, wanting to be closer to the friend you once knew. and he goes above and beyond, being the most sweet, considerate friend you’ve ever had. even kinder to you than he ever was before. 

he doesn’t spend any time at all with his friends and family, but that’s ok because he’s making up lost time with you, right? it’s not strange at all that he would want to spend all of his time around you, knowing how depressed you were after he died. and sure, he won’t talk about his death or his mysterious reappearance at all, but that’s just because he doesn’t want to disturb you with any depressing details. it’s not that he’s keeping secrets.

if you notice that he’s acting any differently . . . he immediately changes what he does, going back to how you say he used to act. if you express any confusion on his preferences changing . . . well, there’s always a reason for that, with him.  what, he used to hate watching horror movies? well, he was just going along with what you wanted to do, he was just being polite.

he’s your best friend, just like you wanted . . . he’ll be anyone you want him to be.

[thatmonsterfuckerguy]

Male!Zombie x FTM!Reader

Warning: No smut. You're just meeting him. He's a sopping wet cat.

You were on a walk in the woods at night. Just trying to calm yourself after a stressful day. Unfortunately for you, things weren't going to go as planned. It began to rain. Before you could even leave the woods, the rain quickly turned into a thunderstorm. You then heard a man scream nearby. You turned to look where the sound came from and were met with the sight of a crying man's silhouette combined with a foul smell. You went over to see if you could help.

"Sir...?" You called out. The man gasped and turned to face you, while covering himself. You then noticed he was no ordinary man. His skin was rotting. He looked like a corpse came to life. He was also missing his clothes.

"P-please don't hurt me...!" He begged, tearfully.

"I-I'm not going to hurt you..." You stammered. "How are you alive!?" You asked, alarmed. The man looked hurt at the question.

"I wish I knew... I... I died... I'm supposed to be dead... I didn't want to come back..." His voice cracked at the end of his words. "I'm cold... I'm hungry... I reak... I don't know where to go..." He tried to explain without bursting into tears.

"Hey, hey, it's ok... I'll take you home with me and we can figure things out from there..." You offered.

"R-really...?" He asked, hopeful. You smiled and nodded at him.

"Here, take my coat." You insisted as you took it off and handed it to him. He slowly took it and struggled to put it on quickly. Luckily, it was long enough to cover what he was hiding. You took his hand and guided him to your home. He was shivering almost the entire way. You quickly got him in the shower while you prepared food and a fresh pair of clothes for him. He told you his name was Virgil. From that day on, he became your new secret roommate.

[ghostlyforxst]

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere Tendencies, Gore, and Inappropriate Language

CHARACTER: Giyu Tomioka

WORD COUNT: 775

F/N - Friends Name

The iron gate, rusted and raucous, furthered the ghostliness of the graveyard it guarded. It shrieks as your friend nudges it open with their forearm, illuminating the gravestones and leafless trees with their flashlight.

“I wonder, how many people are dead in this graveyard?” F/N queried, stepping forward.

“Hopefully all of them…” You quavered, trailing behind them.

F/N had mentioned ghost hunting to you, you weren't too optimistic about it as they were but you still timidly accompanied them. You both roamed around, peering behind headstones and contemplating your environment for any indications of the paranormal world.

'Snap!'

You yelped and your body jerked into F/N's.

“Get the spirit box!”

You slipped the bag from your shoulders, unzipping it with hesitant hands, and probed around until you found the equipment. “Here.”

F/N flicks the box on, a harsh white noise comes from its speakers, and they ask a question.

“Who is there-”

“Run,” a voice shouts from the spirit box, "he's coming!"

A frisson of fear crept from your face and down to your spine as many voices spoke at once.

“Leave!"

“Leave!”

“LEAVE NOW!”

Then dead silence.

“I think we should leave F/N.” You stammered, stepping away from the box.

They huff and roll their eyes. “Fine, since you wanna be a big fucking baby.”

“How can you not be terrified at..what-”

Your eyes widened and your heart began to thrum wildly against your chest as you stared petrified behind them; lurking behind them was a figure, a masculine figure. His skin was unnaturally pale, as if he was lifeless, and his veins protruded just beneath his skin. His dark hair matted with turf, along with his tattered clothing. With sullen eyes, he glared menacingly down at F/N.

You raised a finger and pointed at the ominous being.

“What is it, Y/N!?”

Before you could even utter a word, the monster's teeth tore through the skin of her neck—ripping out her jugular. Blood spatter ubiquitously; dripping down your face and into your mouth, dousing your hair, and decorating your clothes and the ground.

A scream erupts from your throat, eyes widening with terror and tears, before your legs removed you from the danger that stood before you.

You smeared the blood from your face, breathing erratically as you shove past the forestry and hissed as thorns shred through your clothes and skin. Suddenly you stopped, listening, and then plunged into some shrubbery. Your hands clasped around your mouth as the distant groans became near—out of all the possibilities, it had to be the living dead.

You pleaded mentally for a good outcome, but not all wishes are granted and you were quickly snatched from your hideaway.

"Please," you sobbed, "please don't kill me!"

The zombie snickers, his clouded eyes browsing over your distressed appearance. "Who said I was?"

"You ate my friend, so why wouldn't you do the same to me!?" You shouted as you struggled in his bruising grasp.

"Oh sorry, I was a little hungry." He grinned, showing his blood stained teeth.

Your mouth parted, unsettled, as more tears coursed down your cheeks.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm not gonna eat you." He rolled his eyes, dragging you along with him.

You looked past him, watching as the dense fog lessened and exposed a dilapidated shed.

You pulled at your arm once more, almost tripping as you two stepped up the stairs, but it was no use.

"Please," you begged once again, "please let me go!"

He slammed the door behind him before releasing you, observing you as the ethereal light of the moon doused you. His tongue ran over his chapped lips as he limped towards you.

"You look so delicious covered in their blood, it makes me hungry again." He sighs, scratching his head before plopping down beside you.

You flinch away and huddle close to the dry rotted wall, crying silently.

"I've been so lonely, but not anymore…now that you're here! I haven't felt my heart beat in years, but here it is fluttering like it's alive—it's strange but I like it." He confessed as he placed a hand over his heart, the clothing crinkling as he gripped it.

"What's going to happen to me?" You spoked, almost as if you were whispering.

"You're going to be mine until time ends for you."

Your lower lip wobbled, staring agape. "I refuse, you just ate my friend and I don't know you-"

"Giyu Tomioka." He interrupted, tilting his head. "Your name?"

"Y/N," you frowned.

"Until death due us apart Y/N, but not if I get to you first."

[werewolflvr]

I have scrolled on here, and I've never really seen anything written for zombies?? Yes, there are the call of duty ones, but I'm not into COD. Did I read it anyway? Yes. Did I smash a like? Also, yes. But where's the zombie ocs???? Where's a nerdy zombie that stays around their favorite video game/comic book store when they were a human? Where's the punk/rockstar zombie that stays near a record store cause that's where they always bought their cds? And the smut?! Don't even get me started! I don't care if you're decaying. I'm still fucking !! Anyway...

IMAGINE

There's this pond that you love going to. It's peaceful and quiet, and there's a perfect spot for you to sit down! You always bring a blanket to lie on the grass beside the pond so you don't get your pants wet.

Here you are once again, at the pond sitting at your spot. You are here almost every day, unaware that there's a zombie that lurks in the water of that pond. Today was the day they're finally gonna make their move! On eating you, of course...

As you're peacefully reading the book that you brought, the water starts rippling. You don't notice, to engrossed in the book. Slowly, the zombie swims, headed straight for you.

They reach you and then grab your ankle! (Oh noooo) You scream, but then stop. This zombie was pretty hot!

Oh no! You wanna eat my brain? I have a better idea! Eat me out instead! Oh...your jaw is barely hanging on? Don't worry! I have super glue in my bag! WE ARE FUCKING NEXT TO MY FAVORITE POND !!!!!

[obscuremantisman]

with many ideas in mind, I am rather stuck on which to focus and finish first, so I wanted to do a poll.

[banj0possum]

ROCKING WITH RIBS :P

Hope you're doing great <3

coming out of the grave to share this amazing art !!

OH MY GOOD LOOK AT IT

LOOK

LOOK AT IT!!

HE HE

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HE!!

*COUGHING CRYING*

uggggghHHHH ITS ITS SO SCRUMPTIOUS WAAAAA!!!

THANK THANKYOU SO MUCH FRIEND !!

also i hear youre not good at digital art? bullshit !! this is awesome!! you did so well and im pinning this on my wall you cannot stop me argargargrgraggg

[thegreydecay]

Your eyes widen, thinking about the logic behind that. The shamblers know when one of their own is dead and can acknowledge the meaning behind that.

[theressaicon]

m!Zombie x gn!reader part 3

You're running low on food again. It's time to head back to the city... Except you'll probably have an escort this time.

(mentions of blood, chasing, ripping off a limb UwU, but fluff as always~) also this one is a bit longer hehe

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„Whath arg youh up tgoo?" (What are you up to?) Asked you Yellow when he saw you leaving your hut. „I'm running low on food in the pantry, I have to go back to the city." you replied while putting your backpack on your back. He hummed at your response and continued to watch you over the fence.

You came to the gate of the fence and stopped. Yellow was still watching you with his gentle eyes. You weren't afraid of him, you just hadn't stood by his side yet without the fence between you. You wanted to say something, but Yellow turned and left before you could. For being half dead, he was quite agile as he disappeared into the trees in no time.

He knew very well what was going through your mind. He was afraid that you would be uncomfortable around him if you weren't sure he wouldn't hurt you in any way. So he left.

You felt sorry for him, but you knew that Yellow wasn't offended in the least. And so you set off.

Within twenty minutes you were wandering around the city center, collecting non-perishable items. You already had a few cans, bags of powdered food, and so on in your backpack.

You were walking out of the department store when you heard noises behind the escalators that didn't work anymore. They stopped for a moment, then started again. You pulled your axe out of its holster for possible self-defense. You wanted to turn around and run, but the escalators were the only way out.

Snorting and grunts were getting louder each second. You concluded that there would be at least two zombies behind the escalators.

First, shadows began to appear, you gripped your axe tighter over them. And then... Then two deer appeared.

One of them got scared and started running clumsily up one of the escalators. The other one was startled by the other's actions and ran after it. Their hooves made a much louder noise than before, it was almost comical how two majestic animals moved up the iron stairs.

While one ran away, the other stopped at the top of the stairs, turned, and looked at you. It looked at you with almost as much tenderness as Yellow. Your reflection glistened in its large glass eyes.

The light from outside dazzled its antlers, as if time had stopped for that moment. He just stood there. Beautiful, peaceful, quiet.

In a split second, an infected man had bitten off his carotid artery, jumping on it from behind. It winced in pain as it fell to the ground. Another zombie crawled up and bit it in the hip.

You went into a trance at the sight of the poor animal's blood. You wanted to turn around and start running. You couldn't. It was as if someone had glued your feet to the ground. You were only moved by the fear that gripped you when the red eyes of one of the undead looked at you. His lips were stained with the deer's blood, there was still a piece of meat in his mouth, he growled, stood up and started staring at you.

Enough wasting time, you turned and started running, seeing it, the half-dead man started chasing you, with the other man on his heels.

The surroundings of this department store resembled ruins, overgrown with moss and grass. Even though it was daytime, the holes in the walls didn't let enough light in, and the light bulbs hadn't worked either. You weren't running completely in the dark, but you overlooked some obstacles. Whenever you tripped, your adrenaline in your veins got you back on your feet. You didn't even look back, you could still hear your pursuers. Luckily, they were slower and for a moment you got lost among the shelves in a drugstore. But they had something you didn't; a better sense of smell.

There weren't that many smells in the store, it wasn't hard to find you. You were running out of time to think. You couldn't think of any escape plan. The loud beating of your heart didn't allow you to hear your own thoughts, all you felt was anxiety.

You were no longer alone in the drugstore. They were getting closer and closer. Their loud grunting helped you at least locate them.

There is no choice but to defend yourself with an attack.

As soon as one of them got close enough to the corner where you were hiding, you smashed your axe into his head. He roared, more in surprise and anger than pain. It alerted the second one, so he started running towards you.

You wanted to remove the axe from his head so you could defend yourself against the other one, but... it got stuck.

You started to panic at the sight of a zombie madman rushing towards you with his mouth open, ready to devour you. Then suddenly there was a strong impact and a fall. You didn't notice what happened at that speed, but then you put it together.

And guess who was standing in front of you?

After Yellow threw you aside, he pulled the axe from the man's head with force and cut the space between the other man's shoulder and collarbone.

This scene was not without screams and other unpleasant sounds, such as bones breaking and spurts of rotten blood.

The fight continued. Yellow turned, picked up the zombie's severed head, and slammed it against a nearby wall a few times. He turned his attention back to the other and simply twisted his arm until it was torn from the zombie's torso.

He picked up the axe that was lying on the ground and finished him off with a few hits to the chest. Then he went for the one with the broken head again. You expected him to do the same thing to him as he did to the first one, but to your surprise he threw the axe away. Instead he picked up the severed arm and broke his neck with it.

After the massacre you just witnessed, you'd like to grab some disinfectant from one of the shelves and rinse your eyes with it.

Yellow breathed heavily, turning his gaze to you. You no longer wondered why no one had shown up around your hut since Yellow had been with you. His experience and skills had kept you safe all along. You were almost ashamed to doubt your safety at the thought of being with him and not having a fence between you.

The adrenaline hadn't left your body yet, you were still tense. Yellow calmed his breathing and slowly sat down on the ground opposite you. He didn't look away, he didn't say anything, he was just there with you.

Desire overcame you and you slowly crawled towards him. He didn't take his eyes off you for a moment, watching your every move, every expression.

You decided to rest your head on his shoulder and snuggle into his arm. You needed to calm down and you hadn't had physical contact like this with anyone in a long time. Your heart was no longer beating so intensely, but Yellow could still hear it and smiled at the sound, even though you couldn't see it in that position.

He sat there with you, motionless but relaxed. After a while, you raised your head to look at him. You saw those beautiful yellow eyes of his that always made you smile. He was looking at you the same way that the deer was.

You almost got lost in his eyes... But you were stopped by the sound he started making. It almost sounded like he was... purring? It was a vibration coming from his chest. You started to giggle, which made Yellow turn his head to the side because he didn't know what you were giggling at.

'Such a weird human, giggling in a situation like this... They almost got eaten!..or turned into a zombie.' Yellow thought to himself.

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After a moment of that pleasant silence, it became an awkward silence. You two cuddled next to two corpses in the drugstore. The thought and the smell made you feel a little nauseous, so you quickly got up and brushed off your coat.

You cleared your throat and started thinking about what you were going to say. „Uhm- I... thank you for saving me, Yellow. That was... wow." Every compliment seemed inadequate to you, so you just thanked him.

It wasn't a surprise when you looked at him and he was looking at you back like he always did.

You picked up your bloody axe from the ground and wiped the blood off on one of the dead man's pants, then put it back in its sheath. By the time you did so, Yellow was already on his feet again.

„So... Shall we go?" you asked with nervousness in your voice. Yellow nodded and let you go first while he followed you. He pointed to a few food markets along the way, but you told him that your backpack was already full, that you had enough.

You stopped under the escalators. You looked at the corpse of the deer, lying in a pool of its own blood. You imagined its eyes looking at you a moment ago. If it hadn't looked back, it might still be alive, you almost blamed yourself.

Yellow sensed your sadness, even though he didn't know exactly what had happened. He said your name quite clearly to shake you out of your thoughts, it helped. So you continued up the escalators.

The footsteps behind you fell silent, so you turned around and saw Yellow looking at the deer.

He looked at you silently, then back at the deer. His mouth was dripping with saliva, he was definitely hungry. “I’ll go ahead and wait outside, okay?” You said, waiting for Yellow to agree. He nodded and waited for you to walk out the door. Then he bent down to the deer and started biting into it's flesh. He didn’t want you to see him like this, but he was glad you understood his hunger.

You took a breath of fresh air outside and exhaled all the emotions that were suffocating inside you.

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You lost track of time. Clouds began to form, obscuring the sun. The wind didn't bother you though, your coat kept you warm enough. You wanted to check on Yellow, how he was doing with his...food.

However you hesitated. Wouldn't it be rude to interrupt him? After all, he was waiting for you to leave before, he certainly didn't want you to see him eating a dead animal!

You were consumed by a dilemma. It could start raining at any moment and it took a full twenty minutes to get to the hut! You wanted to leave. But you felt bad leaving Yellow behind.

„Hey, Yellow!" you called out. „Are you almost done with the deer?" There was no sound from the inside, no answer. „I just think it's going to rain soon... I don't want to get sick and I don't want to wait it out here either."

You heard a grunt, but you didn't know how to interpret it. Did it mean he was almost done? Did it mean he disagreed?

Without further thinking, you walked in. As soon as Yellow saw you, he growled aggressively at you with a mouthful of meat. He scared you, you had never seen him in such a state before. He was always so calm and composed, (well, when he wasn't killing zombies with your axe.) but his eyes were still the same yellow, he didn't intend to hurt you, he just tried to scare you away.

„Hey shh, calm down... It's okay! I'm just checking up on you." His eyes softened. You didn't look disgusted, nor judgmental. You just seemed to have been waiting a long time and were getting impatient. And that was okay.

He stood up and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He looked as if he was embarrassed. You finally took your eyes off of Yellow and looked at the deer. Well, the rest of it. It was a large animal, but more than half of it had already been eaten.

„Would you perhaps... want to take it with you?" You offered politely. „N-nno." he answered immediately. „Why not?" „The smwel.. whouldt attrch-ackt otther z-ombhiess." (The smell would attract other zombies.) „Oh, I see. But you won't starve, will you? If you want to finish it, we can-" Yellow cut you off. „No needth... I whill hunnt.. somethhi-ngh elss." (No need... I will hunt something else.)

And with that he started walking you out of the department store. You glanced one last time at the dear deer and silently thanked him for feeding your friend. It was a poor victim of this unfortunate event, but what had to happen, happened.

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You were right. Halfway through your way home started to rain heavily. You ran the rest of the way to get back as soon as possible.

You finally arrived. You took out your keys and unlocked the fence gate. You continued, but you heard that Yellow was no longer following you. You turned around and saw him standing behind the fence again, a short distance from the gate in his usual place.

You took a few steps back and said: „Come on, come inside." Yellow remained unresponsive, just standing there. So you walked over to him, took his hand, and led him inside. „I hope you don't think I'm going to let you soak here now."

As soon as you entered the hut, you took off your coat and hung it up. „It's a bit small here, but I'm sure we can fit here together." You said a bit out off breath, still catching it from the running.

Yellow stood at the front door and was looking around. He had only ever seen your hut from the outside, it wasn't as small as it seemed.

"You look a little unsure. Don't worry, I'm glad you're here." you assured him and pulled up a chair and sat him down on it. Yellow went back to his favorite activity, watching you.

You took a rag and poured water from a bottles on it. "No offense, but that blood all over your face doesn't look very flattering."

You started cleaning his mouth, occasionally turning him a little with your other hand, he didn't resist in any way. „Part your lips a bit." you asked him and he obeyed.

When all that was left was dried blood on his stubble, you went to wash the rag. By the time you got back, Yellow was already scraping off the blood himself. You took a bar of soap and started rubbing it on his stubble.

You were so focused that you almost didn't see Yellow trying to lick the bubbles off his face. You quickly told him to stop. It probably wouldn't hurt him much, considering he'd just eaten more than half of a raw deer. But still.

He was hypnotizing you with his yellow puppy eyes once again. „Heh.." you scoffed. „You remind me of a dog, you know." He hummed in question at that comment. „The way you always stood behind the fence... like a watchdog. Were you guarding the gate?" „..."

Yellow looked down for a moment and then looked back up at you while pointing at your chest. „G...ghuardd-ing youh." (Guarding you.) „Oh..."

You couldn't believe how sweet he was. „...sweet.." You could swear he blushed at some point. „Also... your eyes are dog-like too." you added.

After a moment of silence, Yellow started making a strange sound. Yellow started purring. He purred like a cat.

„OH well nevermind, now you're like a cat!" You giggled out loud. A faint smile appeared on his lips at your humor. „Guess that makes you a good boy, huh?" And that was it. He could no longer contain the flow of blood to his cheeks. Despite that, he started mocking you and acted like he was annoyed.

'Stupid human. Stupid, pretty, cute human.' he thought to himself.

-cuddling in a drugstore next to two corpses UwU

[rivalriotrenegade]

Mummy Vs Zombie

Can someone PLEASE tell me what the difference between a mummy and a zombie is? Is it just the fact that one is wrapped up like some sort of rotting Christmas present? I NEED ANSWERS PEOPLE!!!! ANSWERS!