#df x reader

long title but fun concept ! it’s been a while since I’ve played, but I hope everything is correct  — that said, this also contains spoilers 💃 requested by @sydisticsyd​ 

* just a reminder, I don’t normally take df requests! I’ve moved on from the game, and this was a special case where I wanted to do something nice. ty <3

Ethan: 

- There’s a long-running headcanon that he has younger siblings — most notably a sister if I’m remembering right, so in this case, so will you! 

- when he saves you from a zombie in that convenience store the first time he meets you, the last thing he expects is for you to push a smaller child into his arms as you run.

im the queen of responding to asks 😞 also i chose to just do Ethan, Zion, and Lawrence for this one~

⚠️ tw for blood and severe injuries to the eye

Ethan:

- in this case, I’ll go with temporary blindness!

- you’re partnered up with Ethan on a patrol one night, and suddenly out of nowhere, a bright light on the school front aimed at you suddenly switches on (maybe lawrence wanted to try eliminating Ethan but caught you instead? 👀)

- this happens, and all you can see is dots in your vision. understandably, this scares you as you’re out in the dark and there are zombies around (plus the light attracts them!!) so you immediately yell out for Ethan

- it’s dumb, but the fastest way to get his attention and hopefully get out of there

- thankfully, it does work out that way, and Ethan comes rushing over to you as soon as he hears you. He’s worried to see you standing so unnaturally still, but you only briefly explain before pushing him to end the patrol early

- you still can’t see very well, so when you get to the top of the stairs inside the building, you literally collapse with tears of relief in your eyes. Ethan spends telge next few minutes comforting you until your eyesight is back properly.

Zion:

- god I just fucking realised he calls the mc kid, just like the nickname hawks uses 😩 idk how to feel about that shdhsjsj

- but ~anyway~

- “kid? ____?! what happened?”

- after a night patrol, you encounter some zombies alone, and have a struggle with them that ends up with one of them forcing your blow back onto yourself.

- The pipe in your hands comes barrelling back to you, and lands right on top of one of your closed eyes.

- by the time you escape and run into zion on the top floor of the school, it’s turned into a black eye and is bleeding considerably. you cover it as you see him, not wanting to freak him out. though, when you start crying, it still tips him off that something horrible has happened.

- it hurts badly enough that your tears muffle any words you can manage out, and by the time you actually agree to move your hand that’s covering it, you swear you see Zion’s soul leave his body for a second.

- he’s immediately cradling your face to get a better look, and the look in his eyes is so tender that the pain almost vanishes for a second.

- Zion rushes you back to the main room, and doesn’t listen to anyone around you as he looks for the right supplies to make you more comfortable. This inevitably puts him in a bad mood towards everyone but you.

- he insists that you stay in his room until you heal if you need anything. Scarlett and Lawrence try to veto this, but no one else thinks it’s a bad idea, so it happens

- and eventually, it does heal, but your eyelashes that were ripped out along with the blood that was cleaned never grow back. your eye also doesn’t fully open all of the way — rendering you almost fully blind in that eye.

Lawrence:

- bold of you to assume Lawrence would even let you go blind 🤡

- I’m kidding kind of

- I picture this as happening during his ending, when it’s only just the two of you, and you hurt your eyes by trying to escape. I don’t know the circumstances, but let’s just say something pierces your eyes on accident

- you try to hide it from him as long as you can.

- with the remaining time you can still see, you clean yourself up, and also just don’t respond to why you aren’t opening your eyes. he doesn’t deserve to know anyway.

- he at least assume as much and doesn’t question it more than he needs to. but, it’s kind of hard to hide that you’ve gone blind. muscle memory can only go so far in a new place.

- so, eventually, Lawrence puts the pieces together and confronts you about it, and you have no choice but to admit it — that you think you’ve gone blind.

- surprisingly, as much as I dislike Lawrence, I doubt that this scenario would have him in his yandere personality. I think that he would nicely help you places, and also care for you in a bit more of a gentle way

- ofc that’s not to say he wouldn’t use this to his advantage more. he’d place things in plain sight just to see if you were lying to him, or try and gaslight you into believing that he was your only way to surivive now.

*not taking requests anymore!!*

links are broken due to disuse and old url change

✧･ﾟ: DANGEROUS FELLOWS:

→ how they would react to their fem!so proposing (fem!reader)

→ how they would react to an s/o that sings and dances all the time (neutral!reader)

→ how would they react to an s/o that’s not afraid of killing zombies/handling themselves (neutral!reader)

→ how they would react to an awkward s/o (neutral!reader)

→ how they would react to their female s/o on her period during the apocalypse (fem!reader)

→ watching a scary movie with the dfel boys (neutral!reader)

→ how they would react to their s/o having their dog put down ☽ (neutral!reader)

→ how they would react to an s/o that comes out as nonbinary (neutral!reader)

→the mc living through all the routes until the all-survive ending (neutral!reader) ☽

→how they would react to an mc that has a dog that’s trained to attack zombies (neutral!reader)

→ their ideal types

- nights are the worst part of the apocalypse, you think. it’s still and silent enough to hear the faint groan of zombies outside the stadium, but, it’s also quiet enough that thoughts run rampant.

- a common topic of your nightly inner tirade is Scarlett, whether it be about something that she did to you that day or something she said. however, one night, you’re just tired of it.

- there are more important things to do than fight with someone that barely knows you, much less in such a desperate situation.

- so you try to turn it around with all of your heart, maybe so you can actually settle the insane hatred that she seems to have for you.

- you ask Zion about things she likes, knowing that they were acquainted before the apocalypse, and try slipping things into conversations. maybe icebreakers or jokes to break the mood — it’s as good a way to start as any.

- “so, are you into fashion at all? you were definitely lucky coming into the apocalypse wearing something like that.”

- “I really like boba, but I hate that i haven’t had it in months. we should ask someone from the military if there’s any around, what do you say?”

- scarlett’s mostly bitter to your advances, giving short and snippish responses at first. but, at the very least, each time you try to talk to her, she seems less and less reluctant.

- the meals the military gives out also aren’t excempt from your attempts. every time the guys give you the job of rounding up food for everyone, you think back to all the times that Scarlett’s been excited to get a certain snack or good, and try your best to find that.

- eventually, I see her confronting you about it.

- “why the hell are you being so nice to me, anyway?”

- you don’t really have to answer, but you do.

- “because I decided that I’m tired of fighting.”

- she’s stunned by your straight forward answer, and from then on, is a bit shy in insulting you like before. they’ll seem so half hearted, that even Zion has a hard time ignoring it.

- and then one day, she thanks you as you hand her the mandated dinner, and everyone’s jaws drop to the ground.

- it’s by no means a quick process — Scarlett is traumatised by what’s happened in the apocalypse: losing half of the group she called home to zombies, living without knowing what would happen next — and letting someone completely new into her life just wasn’t an option at the time you arrived. but now, she eventually can see that there’s no reason to taunt you anymore. you’ve made it clear that you’re not there to hurt her, nor are you weak enough to die off so quickly.

hi!! thank you anon, I haven’t written a dangerous fellows request in a long time, so this was fun to get! though before I start, I want to say that while I did a bit of research on prosthetic limbs beforehand, I myself am able bodied so I apologise if I get anything wrong or offend anyone mistakenly.

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Ethan: 

- As an athlete, I’d say he sees the most prosthetic legs out of the guys

- but in an apocalypse? you’re definitely the only one, and honestly in his opinion, you’ve lived against the odds

- there are tons of additional things that you need to worry about with a prosthetic leg, and he’s kind of proud of you for making it so far while at such a clear disadvantage 

- though of course, silent Ethan lol, won’t voice this apart from a few rare times and his normal kind gestures

Eugene:

- he’d take one look at your prosthetic arm and immediately not be able to take his eyes off of it. ofc, not in a rude way or anything, but the way you choose to take that would be up to you entirely. I just feel like that’s how he would initially react

- he’d gain a level of respect for you that wasn’t there for the original mc, but even he doesn’t really know what for. for making it so far? for being able to live with something like that? whatever it is, it certainly makes him a little softer than he was in the game at first. 

- over time, seeing you in action impresses him

- he might shyly ask you a few questions about it occasionally, just out of pure curiosity. was it hard to learn to use your prosthetic? is it hard to do things like drive? just innocent but random questions like that

Zion:

- honestly, barely even comments on your arm apart from a few separate times

- he doesn’t wanna draw too much attention to it in case you don’t like it, because he knows that some stories of amputees can be brutal

- but when he does acknowledge it, it’s usually jokingly taunting you like “you sure you can run with that leg of yours?” and you still beat him in a race anyway smh

- he just doesn’t want you to feel like it’s unnatural or anything like that, or become self conscious over something that’s just a part of you

Harry:

- would be careful with you, not to offend you or anything, but just because he kind of doesn’t know what to do lol

- he would help you with anything regarding your leg if you needed it — such as cleaning it or checking that everything is still functioning well. wouldn’t want anything to break in the middle of an apocalypse T-T

- he’s really respectful of the fact that you wear it and still manage to be the badass person you are tbh

- he doesn’t know if he could do that, even if you make it look easy. that respect shows in his actions occasionally and its the purest thing 

Lawrence:

- concerned boyfriend asf???? mc?? do you need help???

- sometimes he’s so cautious about your prosthetic leg that you laugh at him. you used to thank him for it at first, but now if he’s biting his nails over you doing something like going down the stairs you’ll just laugh at him

- he doesn’t even really see it normally, and it’s honestly just there when he wants to see it or the situation is genuinely dangerous

- but every single one of his concerns are still meant out of love, I promise lol

[4:16AM] The stars that hang in the night sky outside your window remind you of his eyes.

With tired limbs the weight of lead, the thin comforter over your body does little to accommodate the growing warmth in your chest. You make no bother to change your situation, though, rather letting the feeling envelop you completely.

Because a single person is responsible for such a minute yet effective change. 

From beneath the foggy haze of your thoughts, a memory gradually rises. Whimsical wisteria trees hang leisurely over your head in the frame, fluttering loosely through the echo of wind in your mind.

Harry stands next to you, his expression calm as he drawls on about something your memory doesn’t focus on. Instead, you find your attention centred on his clear eyes -- they reflect the sky in them, exhibiting the passion of the universe in the form of his soft words. 

The crystalline image reflects only one thing: you are irrevocably in love with the boy in front of you. A more comfortable heat settles on your cheeks as an unabashed smile pokes at your lips, the only ones there to witness your sudden movement being the moon and the cat curled up by your side. The other side of your bed, regrettably, has yet to be filled -- for now.

Your mind drifts back to earlier that night, sticking on the image of Harry laughing across from you in a restaurant. Of Harry trying only silly accessories in stores you’d dragged him into. Of the soft kiss left on the top of your head before you had walked inside. 

thank you! I’m sorry this is so late :(

[11:20AM] You were rightfully startled when Zion slipped an arm around your waist one morning. But yet, he still did nothing but whisper,

“Just go with it, please.”

Zion’s small smile confused you, the look of it almost making it seem like he was gritting his teeth behind it. But for all you knew, he was.The conversation you had the night before came rushing back to you, and you couldn’t help but freeze up. The situation you’d somehow gotten yourselves into was absurd enough to leave either one of you gritting your teeth until the moment you took your last breath. 

Zion had come to you last night, rushing to talk to you before Lawrence decided to come and usher him off to bed for the night, spewing what sounded like utter nonsense to your tired mind. But, once he’d gathered the courtesy to slow down and spell it out for you, it was an entirely different situation. 

He’d talked of arising troubles with Scarlett, and how though he knew she had been harbouring feelings for him for a long time, she was now taking some of her attempts to the extreme. 

“So, what?” You’d asked, rubbing your eyes as you processed what he was saying. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend so she’ll get the hint and leave you alone?”

He paused, now sheepish as he realised how much he was asking of you. “Yeah, about. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I just-”

“I can do it,” You interrupted, “But, can’t you just talk to her about it first? Maybe if you talk to her-?”

He sighed and gave you an uncharacteristically tired smile. “If it was that easy I’d of done already, kid.”

You might’ve had to be reminded of the agreement you made, but, through his tight smile, you remembered well enough. 

“Uh,” Harry looked between the two of you and back to Zion’s arm around your waist. “What’s going on..?”

Zion grinned at the other boy, nailing the casual look he was trying so hard to project. “What? A guy can’t hug his girlfriend?”

The room went silent, and you tensed against him, thinking that you had already been found out. Harry looked slightly puzzled and Lawrence looked utterly shocked, while Scarlett was oddly quiet. 

Scarlett was still the first to give a reaction, though, scoffing haughtily. “There’s no way. Don’t joke around like that, Zion,”

A look of triumph only you could deduce swam through his eyes as he leaned over your shoulder with a sweet smile. It was so natural that even you were convinced that he did indeed have feelings for you, at least before you remembered the situation.

But Scarlett was still at a loss for words as the rest exchanged looks. 

“What?” Her voice was soft, rather than angry like you’d expected. But, her attitude went south quickly. “How could you-? She’s a brat!”

“Scarlett,” Lawrence warned her, but she didn’t stop there, only getting more angry. 

“She waltzed in here and immediately got everything she wanted! She’s manipulative and why don’t you guys can’t see that?”

You frowned, narrowing your eyes as the conversation topic switched faster than a snap of your fingers. “What are you-”

“Shut up,” She hissed, giving you a nasty glare that had irritation burning in your chest. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“Harry, can you take her out to calm down?” Lawrence sighed as if the situation was merely just a bother, not noticing the way Harry hesitated. But, upon seeing Zion’s irritated expression, he agreed and led her out by the arm. 

The days after that only came with more insults, misjudged situations, and arguments that were certainly avoidable. It was like you were influenced by some sort of cursed clock from a fantasy novel: something new every day. 

She’d hidden your food, taken your blankets, ignored you, made fun of moult was like it never ended. At least, you hoped until now.

“Zion-?”

You knocked on the door to his classroom one day, almost desperate to put an end to the cycle you’d grown to hate. You had agreed thinking light of the situation, but what you’d gotten yourself into was clearly much more. 

You heard the padding of footsteps behind the door before coming face to face with a yawning Zion. He seemed awfully casual in presentation, and that did nothing but irritate you. 

“Can I talk to you for a second??” You asked sweetly, the tone of your voice forcing him awake as he looked each way down the hallway. 

“Here?” He asked this before whispering, “What if she’s listening?”

You forced out a sigh as you took him by the arm and went back into his classroom yourself, closing the door behind you as a makeshift barrier for privacy. You felt like you had no privacy anymore, but hopefully that would change. 

“Jeez, kid. What’s got you in such a bad mood?”

“Take a wild guess, Zion.” You hissed, your eyes narrowing as he pulled his lips into a line. “That’s what I came here to talk about.”

“..Has Scarlett been that bad?” 

“Horrible. If she didn’t like me before, she despises me now.”

Zion was quiet, as if he was thinking over what you’d said. 

“I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t want to get hurt over something like this. I don’t think I can help you anymore.”

He gave you a small smile, but for whatever reason, it looked sad. 

“Anyone could hurt you, but I’m the least likely to.” He said, his eyes gentle for a moment before he said, “So stick around me and I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise”

You appreciated his confidence, but this wasn’t something you wanted to compromise on.

“Zion, that’s not what I’m trying to say-” 

You trailed off as his eyes flickered away with a sigh. 

He nodded. “I know what you’re trying to say, but, I just need you to hold on for a little longer. I can’t let you go now just to let everything go to waste.”

“Let what go to waste, Zion? What have you done that could possibly go to waste?” Your brows knitted as his face twisted. 

“She’s getting the message, ___. We just have to-”

“I can’t do this anymore, Zion! She’s been so nasty that it’s unbearable!” You said, an edge of desperation slipping into your voice. 

He noticed this, and took a hesitant step forward, reaching out a hand. 

“I’ll help you, ___. I’m sorry she’s doing this to you.”

You looked between his hand and his eyes, unsure of what to make of it. You were trapped between his kindness and a racing desire to put an end to everything once and for all. In the fight, your senses won, but your heart was left aching at the words you let slip. 

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

Hot emotion flared in your chest, not of anger, but of regret. You knew that Zion was just trying to show someone that he wasn’t interested, but you couldn’t help but feel angry that you had to keep dealing with it. 

“___,” he grabbed your hand as you began to turn away, his eyes soft and only further breaking your heart further. 

“I’m - I’m sorry, Zion. I didn’t mean that-”

He smiled reassuringly and shook his head. “It’s okay, kid. I get it. We’ll get through this together, promise.”

Thinking about his sincere promises earlier, you asked, “…You promise? Will you stop Scarlett from being such a-”

“Yes,” He laughed, interrupting you before you could get any further. “Yes, I will. I’m sorry I never realised that it was so bad for you.”

You sighed in relief, your lips curving up into a smile. “Oh, Zion, I’m so happy I could kiss you! You don’t know how much those words relieve me.”

He smile formed into a small smirk as he suggested, “Then why don’t you? I am your boyfriend.”

You stared at him as you teasingly narrowed your eyes. “We just argued and that’s what you’re thinking about now?”

His smile was goofy as he began, “My mind’s just going to the important stuff, ___-”

You cut him off by standing up on your tippy toes, just a bit taller, to reach his face and plant a light kiss on his cheek. 

When you backed away he wasn’t flustered like you would’ve expected, rather just smiling widely at you. You raised a brow as he began to tease you again.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you did that more often-”

Now you were the one that was flustered. 

Harry: like what