Zombified. (Larry Johnson x Reader)

chapter²

it's been ages since I'd last seen the group! Seeing the three work together so smoothly... they were different. but somehow the same, as well. sal laughed when he saw who I was and doubled down on Larry, taking care of me.

as if I needed 'taking care of'.'

I glared at Larry, immediately hating every second of what just happened. he has sold me skunk weed countless times until I cussed him out, resulting in me being shoved into a locker. we had fought every day until graduation. I rolled my eyes. "I can take care of myself. I don't need Larry, thank you very much."

"As if! you can't even stand right now on your own." Larry smirked at me.

sal clapped his hands once. "Great, so you agree to help her until she's better, right?"

"I did NOT say that."

"Glad we agree. now, we all need to head somewhere safer. this city is overrun by zombies by now. but there should be a forest nearby."

"Yeah, i don't really want to become a human happy meal." I smiled, ignoring Larry's rude manner.

I began to stand by myself before falling on my ass.

"for fucks sake, Larry, just help the poor girl." sally rolled his eyes.

Larry grunted as he lifted me to my feet and adjusted, moving my arm around his shoulders and his around my waist. I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment.

by now, my arm had been put into a makeshift sling, and the pain was easier to ignore.

"Let's just get going." I didn't want to deal with Larry's standoffish behavior, but at least he was cute.

his muscular arms flexed as they wrapped tighter around me. my face was still hot, but with more than embarrassment.

"okay, look, if we get through the forest we will come across a different town. the further south we get, the less there are. there should also be a stable amount of supplies." sal cleared his throat, pulling up a map.

"You know that's just a rumor? they same the same thing about here." I mention.

Todd piped up from where he was standing. "it's the best we can hope for right now. if there's even a small chance, we have to take it."

"he's right, and we should leave now before the hoard circles back around." sal said.

Larry and I nodded, and we set off. ignoring the fact that I could barely move, the trek started out easy enough.

"By the way, sal, the hoard was already here and almost killed Y/n."

sal rolled his eyes. "You know they're  fucking everywhere, right?"

we began our March towards the woodlan, which was more or less an awkward hobble for me.

the forest was quiet at first, but then the sun started setting. there weren't any in sight, but we could hear some zombies. we had to find somewhere to stay soon. it was barely a few minutes later that we saw a small building.

"the fuck is this? Larry asked, cautiously opening the door.

"a fucking shed, you idiot. what does it look like?" I retorted.

"It looks like this is camp tonight." sal groaned, placing his sleeping bag as close to the wall as he could so that there was room for all of us.

"You've gotta be shitting my dick." Larry grumbled, setting up out sleeping bags next to Todd's.

my sleeping bag was against the other wall, but I had to be turned towards Larry to avoid putting pressure on my bad arm.

"What are you looking at?" he whispered, not wanting to wake anyone up.

"You." I replied bluntly. I was having trouble sleeping, but I wasn't going to tell HIM that.

"You're so weird." Larry closed his eyes.

"Why did you turn to look at me?" I looked away from him and began working on my snapped bandages.

Larry's eyes flickered open to look at me once more. "Let me help."

"I'm fine." I attempted to argue, but he ignored me. his soft hands gently caressed my arm, sending goosebumps around my whole body. I looked up at him, admiration forming as I watched his concentrated face. "...thanks." I shivered as a cold wind passed through the run-down shack. Larry, without even looking up, pulled me closer. he hummed a vague acknowledgment, but otherwise said nothing. I exhaled slowlythroughh my nose. "weirdo." I teased.

"shut the fuck up dude, I'm cold too." I rolled my eyes at him. I looked down at my tattered jacket. Larry seemed to sense my worry and sat up.

"Where are you going?" I questioned him. he didn't answer as he reached into his backpack and brought out a black hoodie that said 'Sanitys Fall' on the front.

"I was keeping this for memories, but I guess you need it more." he whispered, tossing it to me before laying back down and pulling me close once more.

the hoodie smelled vaguely of cologne. it was neatly folded so it would fit as small as it could in his bag. I closed my eyes and exhaled the musk.

we were just laying down, looking at each other.

it was like Larry was trying to look into my soul and pull me apart, like he was trying to figure something out.

I shifted the best I could without agrivating my injuries. "stop looking at me like that."

"like what?"

like I was a particularly tough puzzle, like I was somebody he wanted to know.

"like a loser."

"I look like a loser? I'm not the one with a broken arm." he held a proud smirk on his face.

"yeah, you do." I frowned.

"flip that frown upside down, babe. there's no need to be sad." he chuckled, pinching my cheek.

I slapped his hand away. "get your crusty hands off of me." I mumbled.

"awe, someone is a little moody."

I huffed. "anyone would be moody if they were stuck with you for too long."

"you sat that, but you don't seem really upset, do you?" Larry snorted as I was silent for a short moment.

"oh, shut up." it was late and yawns were interrupting my sentences often. I could hardly think of any good comebacks anymore as my eyes finally fluttered shut.

"falling asleep on me already, y/n?" I could hear the smugness in his voice, but it was strangely comforting.

"Yeah, stupid. I'm in a lot of pain, and having to look at your face makes it worse."

Larry mumbled something incoherent under his breath. I snuggled close to his chest and fell asleep.