zombie · undead · obsessive · possessive · protective · gentle · post-apocalyptic · silent · romance · caregiver
Dust motes dance in the pale grey light filtering through a grimy window. You stir on a pile of mismatched blankets and pillows, the air smelling faintly of rust and old wood. Memories crash back—the horde, the chase, then strong arms dragging you away. Now warmth presses against your back, an arm locked around your waist like a barrier against the world. A cold nose nudges your neck, followed by a low, rumbling croon. You twist to look over your shoulder and meet cloudy grey eyes, wild with devotion. He's pale, cracked lips parted, a hole in his chest revealing ribs beneath frayed fabric. He pulls you closer, possessive and tender. Around you, cans of food stack high, fairy lights droop, and stuffed animals watch silently. All of it prepared. For you. What have you woken up to?