#imagines4you

Flesh: ooooooooooo!! reader x lynn zombie apocalypse!!! sorry if this is very vague this is all i could come up with

Three part series for y’all :)

“Did you hear that?” You whispered, your head jolting upward to meet Lynn’s gaze.

 “No.” She deadpanned, her eyes fixed to the makeshift spear she was sharpening. You rolled you eyes, sighing as you climb to your feet. You peered out the window, the only sounds were that of the crackling fire Lynn had brought to life earlier that evening. You couldn’t see anything, beginning to think that maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. This new reality you’d found yourself in was built on paranoia - you could never be too careful.

 “There’s nobody out there.” Lynn hissed, her tone stinging more than your most recent flesh wound. You weren’t sure there was going to be a part of you left unharmed once this was all over - if this was ever all over. Your fingertips smoothed themselves lightly across your bandaged bicep, your blood the darkest shade of red you’d ever seen it. It wasn’t actively bleeding anymore, thankfully. Yet you weren’t sure who to thank for such a narrow escape. You’d never been religious, but gratitude toward god seemed even more redundant these days. You couldn’t take yourself seriously when you prayed, the only thing that was keeping you from losing yourself entirely was Lynn. And technically, if you wanted someone to thank for the fact that you still had a left arm, it was her.

 “I’m just checking.” You said lowly, desperate for the thickness of the air between your bodies to dissolve. You couldn’t afford to be angry with each other. It wasn’t like the old days, freedom was limited and nothing was guaranteed. There might not be another day around the corner to work it all out, to let yourselves live in your emotions and deal with them tomorrow. You needed her now. You grit your teeth as you turned around, wishing you could keep watch forever. It was terrifying to think they could be shuffling closer, even as slow as they were. They’d get to you eventually, they always did. You fists tensed when you thought about desperate you were to rip them all to pieces. You were becoming increasingly violent, but you couldn’t switch it off. Not if you wanted to survive.

 “Please don’t do this.” You whispered, kneeling down before Lynn. She kept her eyes ahead. There was dirt covering her cheek bones, spanning all the way down her neck. You couldn’t remember the last time either of you had washed, the smell making you think it had been at least a few weeks. But you didn’t care, because it was Lynn. Her blonde hair was practically black across the top, her regrowth a strange tool for you to gage how long it had been. You brushed a few strands behind her ear, your heart throbbing at the sight of blood there. You wiped at it, Lynn wincing when your thumb brushed over a small wound. It was way too small to have come from them, more likely self inflicted during some kind of fight or weapon manufacturing. She was always building things to fight with, any time you weren’t running.

 “You could have died.” She growled, her arms tensing. They were so much bigger now. Everything about her was tougher, grittier. The lack of food and demand for activity was only making you thinner. Lynn’s body was thriving. You swore she was a cavewoman in another life, a joke that she usually giggled profusely at. Somehow you didn’t think that would be her reaction tonight. Thinking about it, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d heard her laugh.

 “I know.” You croaked. Lynn shook her head, pushing you out the way as she stood. You fell back in shock, almost landing your hand in the fire.

 “Jesus, Lynn! I’m sorry, okay? But I didn’t know that was going to happen, did I? I didn’t know any of this was going to happen!” You finally snapped, raising your voice above the agreed upon level. Lynn glared at you, her hands in fists. You’d never seen her like this. She punched at the wall, not even flinching when her knuckles impacted the wood.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N! I can’t. I won’t survive that, I don’t want to.” Her chest was heaving, her injured hand dripping blood onto the floor. You walked over to it, cradling her hand in yours as you reached for the medical supplies. You cleaned her wound, dressing it and bringing it to your lips. You kissed it softly over the fresh bandage, the silence between the two of you remaining. Lynn lent forward, resting her head on your shoulder.

 “I thought that was it. When I saw the blood, your arm. And I was so damn pissed at you for jumping in front of me. I had him. I would’ve had him. But you had to risk your life for me. Of course you did. You saved me. You saved my life but you nearly lost yours in the process. I can’t let that happen.” Her voice had softened, what felt like tears coating the skin of your bare shoulder. You wrapped her in your arms, letting her sob freely against your chest. You shook with her, your own tears forming. After what felt like hours, you lifted her head with your hands. You held her gently, your palms against her jaw. Her eyes were red and swollen, her skin pink and blotchy. You could smell the salt of her tears, her wrists swiping at her dripping nose. You attached your lips to hers, kissing her passionately until she was all you could feel. For once, your mind switched off. Her hands gripped at your waist, lifting you up onto the broken and creaking counter ledge. She slotted herself in between your legs, still sniffing back her sadness occasionally as her hands carefully roamed across your injured body. You let yours do the same, stopping to run your fingertips across each scar, bruise and graze on her skin. She still managed to feel impossibly soft, a quiet moan leaving her lips when you dragged your teeth across her collar bone. You were so distracted that you ignored the sound of scratching at your temporary home’s front door. There was a part of you so ready to give up. To indulge in one last night with Lynn and to forget about everything else. To stop fighting to live and instead just live. You knew Lynn was thinking the same thing when she pulled back to look at you, the scratching now a full on attack.

 “I could die happy with you right now.” You whispered. Lynn nodded, her expression lighting up ever so slightly. She grinned at you, the first real smile she’d shot you in weeks.

 “Me too. But I’m not ready to give up on a life with you just yet.” She reached for her favourite baseball bat, the one with crooked nails jabbed throughout it. You sighed, reaching for your own weapon.

 “God, me neither.” You said, wondering how you could be so flustered at a time like this.

 “Are you ready?” Lynn asked, the door freeing itself from its hinges as the snarling from the other side of it grew louder.

 “I love you.” You said, smiling at Lynn’s sparkling eyes. You never let more than a few hours go by without reminding her, just in case.

 “I love you.” She parroted, reaching forward to give you one last kiss. She turned around just in time, swinging her bat as it collided with the skull of what looked to be your old high school teacher.

 “Oh man, Mr. Plummer?” You whined, watching as Lynn beat his head into the floor.

 “Huh?” Lynn questioned, breathless and splattered with blood as she turned around.

“Nothing. Fuck.” You grabbed a knife from beside you, thankful Lynn had left it there earlier. Stabbing it into the neck of a creature you didn’t recognise for once, you kicked it to the ground. Lynn retracted her bat from Mr. Plummer, throwing it over her shoulder and into the head of your newest rival. You had to look away, already at your limit for how many brains you could watch explode for the night. But somehow, you still couldn’t help but notice how good Lynn looked; even when she was murdering an array of drooling zombies.

“What?” She asked when she caught you staring. You shrugged, taking her by the hand and leading her out the door.

“You’re just so hot. All the time. This apocalypse has really brought out the best in you.” You joked, Lynn’s laughter bouncing off the walls.

 “Shh.” You warned, still gathering your strength.

 “Fuck it. We got this.” She said cockily, swinging her bat menacingly.  “You and that damn bat.” You mused.

 “What? You can’t say it isn’t effective.” Lynn beamed, nudging your shoulder softly.