Fight (Eren X Reader) Zombie!AU

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    It was acceptable to give up. To break down. Especially in times like these.


    Even if it was just internally, it allowed at least a bit of relief to circulate through your mind and body. It granted your nerves the luxury of relaxing from their tense position, for a sense of oddly comforting weakness to settle on your shoulders, prohibiting you from any of the deathly rigorous mental responsibilities you were forced to uphold day and night. Even if you let yourself slip away a bit, to just disappear to a fantasy for a few minutes to rid yourself of the harsh reality, even if it was just those few precious moments, it was all adequate.


    So if it was a respectful action... why did guilt fill your core to the brim?


    As you sat with you back against the hard trunk of the dark-colored tree, you brightly lit hues flitted up towards the brilliant azure sky, decorated with puffy white clusters similar to the cotton balls you had acquired from the previous raid of the abandoned neighborhood. A content yet troubled sigh left your slightly parted, chapped lips as you anxiously gulped in attempt to moisten your parched esophagus, drawing one of your knees up to your chest. The lush olive leaves that threatened to block the sunlight still allowed a bit of the luminous rays to dapple the earth below, creating an intricate pattern of sorts, especially when the gentle breeze blew against the branches.

    He told you he would be right back, and you knew he would be, since he was usually the one to get the firewood anyway. And yet... what if he returned to see you lying in a defeated heap on the soil, a pool of crimson decorating your head? What if he came back to see one of those monstrous creatures gnawing hungrily at your flesh as if it hadn't eaten for decades? Would he be... heartbroken? Or even worse, disappointed? Maybe he would take his own life, or maybe he'd continue on as if nothing had ever happened. Although you knew that wasn't possible, the only thing you were absolutely positive of in the current reality was your devotion and dedication towards each other.

    He rescued you from the darkest chamber there was possible. Not just being surrounded by the dead where he oh-so-heroically fought his way through to help a pitiful stranger, but from that strangers deep and obscure past that seemed to haunt her every waking moment. And in return, she had guided him away from the path of doubt, and into the road of hope. You had asked him that day why he bothered saving you, when you had been just a pathetic girl who -at the time, since you were a professional by now- didn't know how to handle a gun properly. And he replied softly, "Because I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't."

    Thus, you became aware of his passionate and determined personality that you couldn't help but fall hopelessly devoted to. How fortitude and persistence gleamed in his stunning emerald orbs with every word escaping his lips, how he didn't seem to mind the hardships he faced, and rather turned to them with his chest puffed and fist clenched. Or even how all of that would dissipate in a mere second, into a soft caring expression he'd use to brush a few strands of hair from your face to see your features more clearly. The way his fingers would subconsciously lace with yours while on your journeys through barren streets and buildings, in an act of affection as well as reassurance. How his breath would feather delicately over the contours of your visage before he hesitantly brushed his lips over yours, a silent murmur of "It will be alright," lingering through the void. All was... him. And nothing else was like it.


    So... what kind of person would you be to leave him in complete and utter isolation in an already desolate universe?


    It was only then you had realized the crackling of twigs behind your figure, and reflexes automatically kicking in, you jumped to your feet with your dagger swiftly drawn from your side, defenses immediately taking place. Of course, one of the dead lingered only a few feet behind your tense form, features indistinguishable with barely any hair, molded and rotten skin practically hanging from its body, and incomprehensible growls escaping where its mouth should have been as it stumbled towards you. Hesitantly standing with your knife raised, ready to strike, a few thoughts occurred to you.

    Why not let it bite you? All of this pain and unworthy misfortune and torment would finally be over, and you could finally rest in an eternal peaceful and methodical slumber... Just with a single bite from this pathetic foul creature of mankind. And yet, as you stepped closer, letting your guard down, a single statement, one word, traveled through your mind.







    This is what he told you every time you looked down, when you felt like giving up. He'd delicately tip your chin up with his thumb and index finger, meeting your teary-eyed gaze while whispering that single word. It was so simple, and yet it had such a deep meaning to it.







    They echoed in your mind as if they were a symphony. And with your heartbeat resounding in your ribs, and your blood pumping in your ears, you raised the knife over your head and jammed it down into the creature's head, not minding when a few droplets of blood stained your already dirtied shirt. Its body slumped down to the ground, lifeless and motionless, pitiful and rightfully dead. Breaths heavy as you practically gasped for oxygen, you slammed the knife into the tree, resting your forehead against the bark along with your forearm, oddly surprised at how much energy it took for you to make only one kill... And yet, it wasn't just a kill. It was more than that. It was the kill that opened your eyes.

    A gentle tap on your shoulder signaled his return, along with setting his other palm reassuringly on your waist. Slowly turning, you met his bright emerald hues in a subtly passionate gaze as a soft smile bedecked his incision-laced lips as he pecked the tip of your nose. "You alright?" he whispered, eyeing the limp figure on the floor.

    Sigh leaving your lips, you nodded affirmatively. "Yeah... I just... Remembered to fight," you hummed in return, gradually snaking your arms about his neck and placing your forehead against his chest.

    He held you close to his figure, tightening his grasp adoringly and tenderly about your form. Nuzzling his face into your silky hair, you could feel a small grin adorn his lips as he whispered softly, "Good..."