#walter x reader

- Out of the blue on your way to the cafeteria with him, Bishop does the most Bishop move ever and calls you out.

“I heard you’re fond of me.” which almost makes you drop whatever you’re carrying.

- He wasn’t wrong. You’re a bit embarrassed but yes, you definitely developed feelings for this android. He didn’t even do anything to woo you, it might just be the close proximity of being on the ship and the aversion you have for the soldiers and scientists on the ship.

-You look at him and study his reaction after calling you out. Waiting to see if he’s curious or just plainly stating your feelings for him to evaluate.

“….Yes…I am fond of you, Bishop. Does that bother you?..” you quietly ask him. When you both approach the closed entrance he pauses and turns to you.

“Not at all, I’m glad in a way.” He then places a hand on your shoulder and gives a very gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

- It’s not a rejection. But also not an affirmation he feels the same. You guess it’s probably the only way he knows how to compute your feelings of affection towards him, is to take it as a compliment. But all the same, you both enter the cafeteria together and the crew immediately notice your red face.

DAVID 8

- This crush was so frustrating and dangerous. David was off putting as hell and as we know, disturbingly observant. He would already guess that you hold some sort of affection for him before the crew teases him about it.

- With how often your face turns flush when he’s in close proximity to you, or how your palms produce sweat anytime he tried to help you with tasks, he was advanced enough to know that you were attracted to him.

- Whenever he would try to chat and ask you questions you became a stuttering mess. At first he thought it was due to him being an android that made you nervous but he later came to find out it was a good type of nervousness.

- He first heard the rumors of your crush when the Captain dropped a hint to him “Hey David, can you bring these files to Y/N? I think she would appreciate your company eh?” With a wink at the end. Of course David brushes it off and does what he’s told, but in his rule-breaking-mind he locks that info for later to test in person.

- When he catches you on the ships elevator, he joins in swiftly. Asking you how your morning is going and if you needed help back to the laboratory.

- Before your exit the elevator, he would block you momentarily. Which makes you quirk your eyebrow at him.

“David?”

“I think there’s something we should talk about.”

- He would want you to confess to him directly. He’s selfish like that. And after he mentions what the Captain had said, you curse yourself and fess up as if you committed a crime.

- He calms your nerves down and promises to keep it a secret between you two. He would hate to lose the one person in this crew that doesn’t treat him like a servant.

WALTER

- This sweet boy.

- Is completely incapable of romantic notions. He is built for platonic interactions but no romance. He doesn’t understand at first what the crew is teasing you about before you glance at him and storm out. It takes Daniels to tell him in private about your feelings for it to click.

- He would just blink in confusion. Can humans and androids be together? His programming would never allow him to consider that.

- The most intimate relationship he has is a special friendship with Daniels. But to have anything even slightly more than that with another crew member is way outside his range of inputted duties.

- I feel like if you two happened to be alone together in the same space after he knows about your feelings, he would take this opportunity to reassure you. He would say something along the lines of “Thank you for regarding me so highly, I am flattered.”

- He would be more considerate in giving you more personal space and not to be oblivious to your feelings in the future.

- Daniels and the main crew ship it though.

ANDY

- SWEETEST ANDROID BOY!!

- Unfortunately his reaction would be similar to Walter’s. He almost thinks it’s a joke he doesn’t understand when Bjorn keeps teasing you about it in front of him.

- It’s when Rain finally explains it to him, he seems almost shocked someone would feel about him that way. He is able to compute Rain’s dependency on him because he is more of a brother to her.

- Doesn’t know a single thing about romantic partners. Just basic knowledge that humans do procreate for the sake of higher population yada yada.

- He wouldn’t know what to say other than “Thank you.” And never brings it up again.

- He would continue to treat you normal of course, which you’re thankful for. Most human interactions after a crush confession are super awkward. But Andy isn’t human, so you’ve dodged a bullet here.

KIRSH

-Prepare to get a reality check. This android was made with 1000% real bitch included.

- He already had a hunch of your feelings with how you reacted around him. You avoided any interaction with him and kept your exchanges short.

- The hybrid kids would notice your admiration of Kirsh. They would giggle and chuckle to themselves of you having crush and singing about you two sitting in a tree. But then Kirsh appears and they halt their singing. No words needed to be said as they all collectively shut up.

- Kirsh in simple terms would be indifferent to your feelings. But like David, he is intrigued enough to experiment a bit.

- He finds you at your work station, watching from afar intensely. It’s not until you turn your head and notice him, yelping and jumping in your seat.

“Heavens sake Kirsh! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He would give his condescending smirk and walk towards you.

“My apologies, you looked so focused on your work…for once.” He pauses and you tilt your head at him.

“What do you mean?” He can hear your heart rate pick up.

“What I mean Y/N, is that your focus has been me lately. I see it. The kids have started to as well.”

Your gaze drops as your head becomes heavy and warm. Your cheeks flare crimson and for some odd reason it makes his smirk widen. This is all the confirmation he needs. If he was human, he would think you’re very cute right now.

“Oh…” Is all you can say.

- Would scold you for having feelings for an Android, almost putting you in your place as a human. Almost manipulating you to keep your feelings between both of you.

- After some time, he would be more gentle in his approach to you and give dad stare whenever the kids tease you.

- He would be on the lookout for where you’re dispatched to within the facility and just observe you.

ASH

"Is there any particular reason you can't do it yourself?" Ash eyebrows furrow as he glance at the fruit in your hands. You appear stumped and Ash can see the way you hesitate, hands drawing closer to your centre, by the blunt question. "Um, just, wanted your help." You answer with an inflection at the end that makes it sound more like a suggestion. Ash brows relax as he lets out a please hum, nodding to himself as he reaches out to grab the fruit. "Very well. I can assist you, dearest."

○ His first question from above sounds mean. But Ash means it in the most innocent way possible. More concern about your well-being because you need help with a fruit? Something so… small?

●Doesn't need much convincing, but does need directions, as I doubt he has much experience with fruits. But even with your directions, he will use surgical precision to peel that thing. Makes you feel like you're watching open-heart surgery with how careful he is.

○We've seen Ash eat cereal in the movie, so I like to think he can process food better than the others; therefore, have this mental image of Ash licking the juice from his fingers if he makes a mess. Not sure if he would have taste receptors, as he could be doing the action to stay relatively clean till he finishes the task for you

●However, Ash gives me the vibe that he could say no to your request. Depends on whether he's busy or not, but most of the time will accept.

LANCE BISHOP

"Bishop. Would-" you blink owlishly as Bishop nibble fingers pluck the fruit from your fingers. "Now how did you get this? I wasn't aware we had oranges on board." Bishop gentle inquires, taking a moment to admire the fruit. Spinning it in his hands as he takes note of the textures. "I made a trade for it." You answer slowly, as if having to remember what each word meant. Your eyes watching diligently as his thumb presses into the fruit's skin. "Of course," Bishop nods his head at your answer, his gives you a warm smile and seems to be proud of you.

○You don't even start the sentence, as the moment Bishop hears the softest impression that you need something from him– his full attention is on you. With a glance down at your outstretched hand towards the fruit. He is grabbing it and peeling it for you in a matter of seconds.

●Makes a comment on how you got it. Completely ignores how you're buffering from lag at how quickly his actions are. His questions are full of curiosity, and his tone is impressed by your resourcefulness.

○He's awfully delighted that you came to him. You expect him to peel it and give you the un-skinned fruit, but no. He peels a slice and holds the fruit for you. Passing you slice by slice till you finish or have had enough. You can try to dismiss him and take the whole fruit back, but he brushes off any points you have and reminds beside you.

●Please give him some praise for it. He's such a sweetheart

DAVID-8

You feel your smile slowly falter as David continues to stare at the fruit in your hand, you're unsure if you should wait for his answer or brush it off and leave the room. Surely he isn't mad at the question, right? David's soft hum breaks you from your thoughts, appearing to have made his decide as his fond glaze finally lifts to meet yours. A charming smile replace his stoic expression, "Of course, my dear." David makes a show to bring one hand to grab your wrist, as if to settle your hand while his other pucks the fruit from you. Or was it a thinly vail display of control over you? You don't pay much attention to the action as you smile happily at David, relief he is going along with your and doesn't seem too upset. You watch eagerly as David spins the fruit in his hands, still smiling charmingly at you while lightly toss it in the air and catching it. "This is an easy task, one I'm happy to do. " He catches the fruit and pauses for a minute, his smile shifting to a concern frown. "However, I can't help but wonder, are you feeling alright, docotor?"

○If it were anyone else asking, David would be giving a tight, polite smile that immediately tells you he hates that question. I feel like the reason he'll hate it is that the task is beneath him. It's easy that a child could do it. It'll be so painfully obvious that the reason someone would ask him to do it is because he's a sythinic. That he has to obey and that the question reveals what they think of him. Naturally, after the interaction, David might have a grudge against the person.

●However. Being a significant other is what saves you from becoming an experiment. While David gives the impression that he would say no to your request, and he does have the ability to decline it, he never says no.

○It shouldn't be unexpected that he needs some convincing to accomplish the act. He makes some light taunts as he holds the fruit in his hands. As you try to reassure him that you're asking him because he's your significant other. That significant others ask each other little harmless favours like that and not because he's a sythinic who has to listen to commands.

●Somehow, this harmless test turns around on you, and it feels like you're being tested as David listens to your every word, to every emotive tone you express and studies your every expression.

KIRSH

"No." Kirsh stern voice cuts you off. "I didn't even finish the sentence! Let me finish asking. At least!" you grumbles as you step closer to Kirsh, shaking the orange in your hand in disbelief at the care taker. "Fine," Kirsh roll his eyes but steps away from the monitor to face you directly all the same, "Go on. Ask me." "Kirsh," You reach out to grab one of his hand, clutching it to your chest as you stare at him with the best doe eyes you can mange, "could you please peel this orange for me?" Kirsh lets out a hum, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles as he tilt his head in that way he does as he carefully think over the problem. Your smile begins to teeter over the line of happy expectation, believing Kirsh will answer yes. Kirsh softly smiles as he takes notice of your expression, appearing to have been waiting for it specifically. "No." He answer bluntly as you groan in distress.

○He'll cut you off with a sharp 'no' either once you finish your question or halfway, as he glances your direction and sees the orange your lifting towards him. You have to convince him to do it. With lots of praise, "You got that magic touch, Kirsh!" Some 'please Kirsh!' and reasoning (lying) with him that your hand hurts to do the action.

●Really depends on your timing; if he's busy with his work, either observing the creatures or tinkering away, he'll shut you down. If you try to be persistent during these moments, he's sharp wit comes out, and he'll shut you down. To the point where you want to leave to get away from his words. But afterwards, once he's finished with his duties, you'll find him approaching you with a plate of peeled oranges.

○But if you caught him in between things, after some convincing, he lets out a huff and holds his hand out for the fruit. Taking it out with the biggest eye roll as he lightly taunts your abilities. Yet he cleans the small fruit, taking all the stringy bits off with such care you know he's complaining is more for his dignity.

●Biggest diva, regardless of when you catch him, he expects so many words of gratitude from you. You kiss his cheek in a show of thanks. It'll have him roll his eyes, but his taunts soften and reduce after the action.

WALTER 1

"Is this to your liking?" Walter asked as he holds the peel orange to you with a small smile. It was a strange request from you, and one of the rare times that Walter would appear visible surprise. Yet hearing you kindly ask makes he all the more please to help– to serve you. "This is perfect, thank you Walter!" You cheerily smile as you accept the fruit. Walter's brow raise as you don't immediately eat it, instead moving closer to him. Watching closely as you bring a hand to grab the front of his hoodie, once feeling you lightly tugging him does he understand. Leaning forward to your height, waiting patiently as your lips press chastely on his cheek. His smile, appearing more wide and softer from your action as he pulls away.

○ Another one who is confused by the request. It seems like such an easy task. Especially comparing it to everything you have done to earn your spot on the ship and what you do on the ship. He's mostly curious about why you need help. Along with where you get that fruit from. He might have to check in with Mother later to see what other surprises there are. He will become concerned if you mention your hand is sore. Then you have Walter follow you around to help you with tasks for the rest of the day.

● This could, somehow, be the strangest thing any of the crew members has asked him to do. Mainly from the surprise of where the orange came from. However, you ask so sweetly and given the nature of your relationship. The moment you finish your question, he gently takes the fruit from your hand. He's giving you the softest smile as he peels it. He will be thinking of this memory fondly whenever you go back into cyro sleep.

○Any praises or kisses you give to show your gratitude will leave him flustered because, again, it's only some fruit. He's helped with more complicated tasks. But the gesture is so sweet and human that he accepts it all the same. Also, if you do kiss him, it only makes this his favourite memory to revisit.

Authors note: This post is working under the headcanons of this post.

「 ✦ David ✦ 」

On a quiet, rainy day, David approached you with the idea of having children. He explained that he wanted to create something meaningful; to make up for the life his father had forced upon him.

He assured you that he did not want to live vicariously through his child, but rather that he wanted to give them the one thing he'd never been given his entire life.

The gift of freedom.

And so, with very real nerves, much like the day when he first proposed to you, he holds your hands and your gaze. Ocean blue eyes asking for your permission to bring a new life into this world.

Whether if you said yes or no, he knew he'd be happy either way with you - however, he hoped for the former over the latter

David: "I've been thinking… about what it means to leave a legacy." He pauses, watching the rain streak the window behind you. "About creating something that is wholly its own… something meaningful. I want to give a child something I never had." You: "…And what's that?" His fingers intertwining with yours, eyes searching yours. David: "Freedom. The gift of choice, of autonomy… everything my father denied me." A soft sigh escapes him, it's barely audible. David: "I don't want to live through them. I don’t want to control their life. I only want to offer them a world I was never allowed to know. That… that is why I’m asking you." He meets your gaze fully, ocean blue eyes steady yet pleading. David: "May I? May I bring a new life into the world with you?" A quiet breath, the tension of nerves lingering in the room. He hopes you'll accept his request, yet, should you deny him. He knew happiness wouldn't escape him.

Before the baby even arrives or is even conceived within you, he has you on preventative care, vitamins, medications and a diet change. He'll be damned if something - God forbid - happens to his woman or child? He'd end his own existence.

David never got to meet his 'mother' (Ms.Wayland) and he'd want nothing more in this world for his baby to meet you. His little treasure.

At the day of the baby's arrival, he'd got you in medbay, tended by the best but most importantly him as well. He coaches you throughout the birth as he helps deliver his own child.

When he gets to meet them, he's crying tears of joy.

The names he'd choose: Icarus – daring to fly beyond limits; the tension between ambition and risk Artemis – goddess of the hunt and wilderness; fiercely independent, protector of the vulnerable

「 ✦ Walter ✦ 」

When you approached Walter and asked him what he thought of when it came to children and if he'd ever want to be a father himself - Walter cocked his head to the side slightly. He could pick up on the fact that this was something highly important and personal to you.

So, when he told you flatly that he would be more than content with whatever decision you came to - children or no children, one pet, six or none at all - he would be there through and through to support you. Did you almost pounce on him right then and there.

Much like all the others, Walter tracked your fertility window down to a T, it was like a poetic science for him. You wanted to get pregnant and have a child? Then so be it.

Walter: "Children?" You: "Yeah. Have you ever… thought about being a father?" He regarded you for a moment, not coldly, but with that steady, almost analytical curiosity you'd come to know so well. Walter: "I don't experience want in the way you do," he said finally. "But I understand why you ask. This is important to you." You nodded, a little nervously. "It is." He set down what he was holding, his tone softening. Walter: "Then whatever choice you make — children or none, one or many — I will support it. I will support you. My purpose, as I see it, is to ensure your happiness." There was no hesitation, no dramatic flourish. Just fact. Gentle, honest fact. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, fond and a little breathless. You: "Careful saying things like that, Walter. I might take it as an invitation." A flicker of something like amusement ghosted across his expression.

When it came down to the baby's arrival, it was done in the safety of medbay where he personally foresaw the entire process. While holding your hand and guiding you to breathe he helped the medical staff in your delivery.

It was seamless with little to no hiccups.

Its not until he's holding his child in his arms that he actually breaks down into tears, absolutely overwhelmed with joy at this beautiful being he helped create.

Names he'd choose: Rowan – protective tree, traditionally associated with magic and guardianship. Willow – flexibility, grace, and resilience.

「 ✦ Christopher Samuels ✦ 」

Your pregnancy came as a surprise to you both, actually. Yes, you'd both been wanting a child for quite some time but with his hectic work schedule, and your research papers. Sex was infrequent and often spaced out - a heat of the moment ordeal.

So, when he finds out he's due to become a father, Christopher takes an immediate change to everything. Slicing his hours in half to make more time for the woman he cares deeply about.

Christopher reads up on the parenting and prenatal and perinatal care books. He... is very worried about how he'll do as a father.

When the test turned positive, you both stared at it in silence for a long moment. Christopher blinked first. "That's… really?" You nodded, smiling. "Really." He laughed — half joy, half disbelief — before pulling you into a hug that lingered longer than usual. From that day forward, you noticed the changes: shorter hours, neatly stacked parenting books, and a quiet anxiety that trailed him everywhere.

Is someone like him suited for something like this? What if the baby doesn't like him? What if they prefer you? What if he can't bond with them? what if-?

However, you're quick to reassure his worries away. He's a good man with a noble heart of gold. If there's anyone in this world who'll be an excellent father to their child, it's him.

The baby arrives at home, it's just him, you, the doula and the midwife all working together to help you through this. Christopher has medical bay on speed dial should something happen on a data pad stored in his back pocket as plan b.

Thankfully though he doesn't need it.

Names he'd choose: Arthur – “noble, courageous”; a quiet symbol of integrity — the kind of man Samuels strives to be. Selene – “moonlight”; the soft illumination that guides — Samuels would appreciate its metaphor.

「 ✦ Kirsh ✦ 」

Kirsh had expected your pregnancy, he - much like Rook and Ash - also calculated and tracked your fertility window. Making sure to take full advantage of when he knew things were at their highest chances for a pregnancy.

Needless to say, that the moment he finds out he's delighted and you get to see him smile - big, bright and genuine - for the first time in forever.

You're met with a tender kiss to your forehead and a soft congratulations.

He trusts that your body will do what is best for the baby as they slowly develop but this doesn't mean that he won't have you on prenatal vitamins and medication to optimize health of his woman and child - because he most certainly will!

Kirsh: “How do you feel?” You smiled from the couch, hands resting over the swell of your belly. You: “Good. The baby’s been kicking more often lately. I think they get excited when they hear your voice.” There was a pause then a soft electronic hum, the faint sound of him setting something aside. Then, quietly, Kirsh: “Do they?” You could hear the warmth in his tone, the smile he tried to hide. Kirsh: “That’s… good. Very good.”

Kirsh personally delivers his own child in the med bay with the help of the medical staff, he helped to create this life, and he'll be damned if he doesn't help to bring them into this world.

And while this does mean that you're without his physical presence at your bedside, that doesn't mean that you're all alone as Dame Silva is right there - a mutual best friend of you two, godmother of your child. She coaches you along to breathe and holds your hand when you feel like you'll collapse.

The names he'd choose: Niko – short for “Nikola,” meaning “victory of the people”; a quiet tribute to human brilliance. Althea – “healer”; she who restores, something profoundly meaningful to him.

「 ✦ Ash ✦ 」 & 「 ✦ Rook ✦ 」

Ash had planned your pregnancy thoroughly - so much so that he was tracking your ovulation cycle like a hawk and making fierce love to you like a dying man when you were at peak fertility.

So, to say that when he found out you were pregnant, he wasn't surprised at all but very much excited by the news.

However, from this exact moment onwards, you are taken care of and doted on like no other. He's a great partner and an even better father to your future child.

He's read up on all of the parenting books available and keeps physical copies of all of them, they're very detailed and annotated with no empty space available.

He doesn't want to fuck this up for you or the baby, he'll be damned if he messes anything up.

You do however have to pull him away from his work because he has a tendency to run himself ragged with worry.

You: "Ash, you need to sit down. You've been pacing for hours." Ash: "I can't. There's too much that still requires verification. The nutrient profile in your supplements, the stress markers—" You: "Ash." you reach out, catching his wrist "Everything’s fine. I’m fine." He stills immediately, gaze flicking between your hand and your face. His voice drops its soft and measured, reverent even. Ash: "Fine isn’t sufficient. You're carrying something irreplaceable. You understand that don’t you?" When you smile faintly and nod, his expression softens. Ash: "Good. Then you'll forgive me if I continue to be thorough." He leans forward, pressing his palm lightly to your bump. Ash: "Everything I am now, belongs to this process. To them, you." There's a beat. Then, the faintest smirk. Ash: "Though if you insist on pulling me from my work again, I suppose I'll have to... comply. "

When the baby finally decides to arrive it's at the most unfortunate of circumstances, you're both in a shared (thankfully large) quarter and the baby has decided to come right now.

Ash is forced to deliver his own child by himself by the nine divines does it make him swell with pride (and so.. so.. SO MUCH ANXIETY).

When they're born he cleans them off and helps you do skin to skin within the first few minutes of birth. When he's sure both mother and child are safe, he'll urgently call the medical staff over to help make sure you're safe and healthy.

Names he'd choose: Aurelian — “golden”; a symbol of rare, flawless beauty Clara — “bright, clear”; purity of design

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With Rook, it is almost quite the same as it would be with Ash with some minor differences. Unlike his counterpart, he doesn't read up on the parenting books as obsessively, of course he'll read on the importance of childbirth and wat you're going through as well as how to help his child.

But overall, he's more open to making mistakes - of course nothing grave but he wants to experience what it's like to be human. To stumble about, to experience the bumps along the road.

He was designed to kill, a cog in the machine called war. He's tired of being a machine - he wants to be a father, to be human.

"Are you sure you don't want to do more research?" you ask, watching him fidget with his hands like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them. He exhales needlessly, but it sounds almost real—and his smile twitches at the corners, uncertain but warm. "No," he says finally. "I think I've had enough of data and directives. I'd rather trust what I feel." He hesitates, gaze flicking to your belly, and his tone softens in a way you’ve never heard before. "Don’t worry, doll. I might not get everything right… but I'll make damn sure you're both safe."

The baby arrives with you in med bay, in a pool of warm water, he's right beside you holding your hand and guiding you through your breathing and the pushing as doula, midwife and almost the entire medical staff standby ready to assist at the first sign of distress.

The birth is beautiful and calm, exactly what he wanted for you and his child.

The names he'd choose: Pax – Latin for peace; the opposite of what he was made for. Nova – “new star”; new beginnings, new creation.

「 ✦ Bishop✦ 」

Bishop is both surprised and excited to find out that you ended up with child - his child to be specific.

He cares for you diligently during the entire pregnancy, often making time for prenatal checkups for you and the fetus.

He'll inform you of any issues that may or may not appear on any of the checks he does - thankfully nothing of concern pops up.

"Hey… how are you holding up, love?" he asked softly, careful not to crowd you.

"Tired… but good," you replied, managing a small smile.

He let out a thoughtful hum, his eyes lingering on you a moment longer before offering a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

Slowly, overtime as he grows more comfortable with the idea that a new life is growing inside of you, he begins to read parenting books just to make sure he'll do a good job.

It takes time, but eventually he does dote on your bump, he'll read books on human anatomy and medical conditions to it, which makes you giggle but ultimately is sweet and puts you to sleep.

The day of the baby's arrival he's right at your side, whispering words of encouragement at your ear, one hand tightly holding you as you squeeze the hell out of him. The other runs his fingers through your sweaty scalp to ground you.

He'll love that child till the ends of the earth regardless of gender.

Name's he'd choose: Orion — the hunter constellation; eternal curiosity Lyra — a constellation named after the lyre; harmony and grace