Based off the zombie!Leon artwork by @quackysprouts
Notes: He is just so cute in it omg so wanted to write a little something đ no real thoughts, just sweet rookie zombie Leon wanting to protect and be with readerđĽ˛
Mentions of blood, slight gore but not really
Zombie! Leon x f!reader, but I donât think any pronouns mentioned ďźâšâĄâšďź
âEugh, ew⌠ohmygod- ew ew ew,â you whisper screamed to yourself as you trudged through the sewers below Raccoon City, gagging when you saw some mysterious pile of, you didnât even want to know what, sitting on a ledge. God couldnât zombie outbreaks be, I donât know, a little more hygienic than this shit? Literally?
You did everything in your power to keep your breathing to a minimum, refusing to let in an inhale through your nose, that would no doubt singe every single one of your nose hairs. You were positive that you were going to hurl.
âJesus Christ..â you muttered, one step in front of the other, gun raised ready to point at any threat. âLeon? Leon!â You were whisper screaming, as if that would do anything at all. âUgh,â you groaned in frustration. How did he run off so quickly?
You turned down another passage in the sewer, body staying tight against the wall, preparing for the worst. âLeon?? Where are you buddy?â You cried out in a hushed tone. âLeon?â Your voice silently bounced off the walls. Nothing. You wanted to stomp your foot but held back, skin crawling at the thought of the back splash of the water staining your clothes. Not that it mattered now. You huffed.
âSeriously? Fuck,â you cursed as you approached another dead end, your hand with the gun falling down to your side in a moment of weakness while the other raised to rest on your hip. You could fight off zombies, but for the life of you, could not figure out this supposedly endless maze of the underground sewers. Ugh, why did you have to be so directionally challenged? Had you been here before or was this a new dead end?
Staring forward, you glared at the grease, oil, and ew -what ever else that was- stained concrete wall, cursing and hurling insults at it as if it would magically open or disappear and lead the way. It didnât. âOh yeah, well fuck you too th-â your thoughts were quickly cut off, a massive shove from your back propelling you forward, face slamming into that damned concrete wall coated in who knows what. A yelp escaped you at the contact of your cheek smashing against it, hands coming up to brace the wall too late.
A choked noise broke out of your throat as you attempted to maneuver around, but whatever zombie was behind you, held the back of your neck with impressive force, hindering your ability to twist your neck. You heard its gargled groans, hot breath against your neck as it leaned in to begin its feast on you. You let out a muffled growl, struggling to get an elbow back fast enough and hard enough to create some distance. Your hand holding the gun was awkwardly shoved against the wall, preventing you from being able to point and shoot. âGet the fuck-.. off, ugh me!â You cried out, tone laced with mainly disgust, annoyance, and partially panic. This is how you were going to die? All because of this stupid, stupid fucking wall-
Your thoughts were interrupted when the pressure was relieved from your neck and back. Gasping, you turned around to see the zombie behind you get thrown back into the sewer water by the collar of its destroyed shirt, another zombie shoving its hands and fingers in its face. It shoved the zombie down, biting and ripping the contents of its neck out, deep dark blood seeping down its chin. The other creature let out a distressed screech as it diedâŚyuck. I guess they can feel pain too, you thought as you raised an eyebrow, tucking your gun into its holster.
Chest heaving, you snapped out of it. âLeon!â You ran forward, water splashing up, but you could ignore it now for him. âLeon, itâs okay, itâs dead, enough!â You rushed, hands going to wrap around his arm to tug him up to you. He groaned, stumbling as he stood up, slightly unsteady on his feet. You pulled him into you, keeping him at an arms length to check for injuries.
Your hand brushed his hair back, cupping his cheek, careful to avoid the blood that dribbled down his chin. His eyes were a barely there light blue, white clouding and fogging his irises. He looked at you, or well in your direction. It never seemed as if he was looking directly at you, but more so, through you.
âAre you okay, baby? Did you get hurt?â You cooed, raising his arm to try and inspect his torso. You slowly turned him around. His head lolled to the side a bit, a murmur grumbling out of his lips. You let out an exhale upon seeing him injury free. âThank God,â you sighed, looking up at him. He groaned, and slowly but steadily, raised his hand to your face, wiping something off your forehead. He stared at the residual that laid on his fingers. Your blood.
He wiped it against his vest, hand falling back down to rest against his side. A small smile formed on your face as you gazed at him, hands tightening around his forearms. He let you, his own gaze looking through you. You couldnât help yourself, you studied his eyes, his face. You donât know how or why, he didnât eat you, or why he protected you. It didnât make any sense, truly, but god were you thankful for it.
Your moment of admiring him ended quickly as you remembered what got you here in the first place. Your big eyes that were open wide staring at him, squinted in a dramatic anger. âLeon, baby,â you huffed out, a finger coming to point at him. He tilted his head. âYou cannot. CanNOT- run off like that, okay?? You have to stay with me, okay?â You emphasized. He grunted, eyes dropping to the water that covered his ankles. âOr else, zombies hurt me, zombies hurt you, okay??â
You could hear a frustrated huff of air leave his nostrils. You almost laughed at his reaction at being scolded, but were certain heâd only get brattier. Such a cute brat. You knew he understood you. âOkay, now let me, ugh ew-so gross, wipe this blood off youâŚâ you trailed off, grabbing a thick rag you had kept in your pocket for this purpose. Unfortunately, it was not his first time mauling other zombies, and you had learned very quickly that, when in doubt, he was going to try, even if you could shoot them. Did it make sense? Yes. Did you still try and prevent it? Absolutely.
He moved his head slowly, side to side, as he attempted to avoid the rag. âLeon..â you mumbled, âstay still.â He moved his head faster now, looking anywhere but at you. This was him trying to be, humorous. A small but playful scoff left your lips. âYou think this is funny, huh?â You tried.
He didnât look at you. You hummed and let out a long exaggerated sigh. âWelllll,â you turned around, beginning to slowly walk away, each step long and almost theatrical. âSince you have so much fun running away from me, I guess we should just split up right? You have fun, Iâll just- go my own way,â you melodramatically spoke over your shoulder, emphasizing and drawing out certain syllables. You sighed loud again, feigning sadness.
You heard him grumble, and it most definitely sounded confused. You heard the slow but loud splashes of water make their way towards you as you kept up your act, walking away. His hand grabbed your arm and he huffed. You couldnât hide the smile on your face as he turned you back to face him, you were quite literally beaming. He was so easy to tease. Too easy, that you had to remind yourself not to take it too far.
He laced his fingers through yours, the action making your heart melt. You wanted to cry out at the sweetness, you couldnât handle it. You didnât know what he could and couldnât still feel romantically. Was this just an instinctive gesture, did he just want to feel close to you? Either way, you happily accepted it.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry- Iâm teasing, honey.â You lightly laughed. âCan I clean your face now?â You were most definitely pushing your luck, but knew he would let you. He stared at you, eye contact so intense you could feel the blush rise to your cheeks. Not through you this time, but at you. You could see his eyes switch from one to the other, putting you under surveillance this time. You said nothing, trying not to squirm under his intense gaze. He wanted to look at you, was purposefully trying to figure something out, learn you again.
With a slow movement, as if you were worried you were going to spook off a scared animal, you brought the rag to his face. He didnât move. âThank you for saving me,â you whispered, scared that speaking any louder would ruin the moment, interrupt whatever thoughts he was having or trying to form. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. He opened his mouth as if to say something, and then closed it. Your heart was beating out of your chest.
Without much thought, you leaned up, nose making contact with his, rubbing the tip of yours against it, giving him a nose kiss. You blushed, and quickly pulled away, eyes looking anywhere but his. You had acted without thinking, a small affectionate gesture just felt -right and he was just so cute you couldnât help yourself. âS-sorry, letâs- letâs-â you stuttered out embarrassed, but were quickly cut off when Leon leaned down to you, rubbing his nose against yours to copy your gesture. Your jaw dropped in surprise, eyes widening.
He pulled away, tilting his head as he stared down at you. You swallowed, trying to gather your thoughts and pull yourself together. His hand was still laced with yours. Could he feel your palms start to sweat?
âLetâs keep moving, okay?â You breathed, tightening your fingers around his hand. He hummed, and you turned hand in hand, leading the way down the sewer tunnel, determined not to end up at another stupid dead end.
