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Parings: Deadite!Ellie x reader

Summary: Falling asleep on Deadite!Ellie

Word count: 399

Warnings: Mention of death/killing, gore, blood

Ellie is still sticky when you crawl into her lap.

Blood—drying, tacky in places—smears her forearms and streaks her shirt. There’s a dent in the wall behind her where someone’s head hit a little too hard. The room smells like iron and smoke and something scorched beyond recognition.

Ellie’s breathing is slow now. Post-murder calm. Eyes still glowing faintly as she wipes her hands on a rag that used to be white.

“You’re starin’,” she mutters.

You don’t answer. You just step between her knees and lean forward, exhaustion dragging you down like gravity has doubled. Your forehead bumps her chest. You sigh—and then, without ceremony, you settle there. Cheek against her sternum. Arms curling loosely around her waist.

Ellie stiffens like she’s been shot.

“…What the fuck are you doin’?”