Could you do a continuation of the zombie!Childe x reader imagine? Even though it was just an imagine, I loved it so much! Especially when Childe slurred his word when saying “Yeah”, that made me feel some type of way 🥴🥴😳😳
❝Just a deal?❞
\Zombie!Childe x GN!Reader.\
Warnings: Blood mention, slight vulgar language, zombie activities, use of weapons.
_Zombie!Childe hits different,, plz maybe I’ve watched too much The Walking Deadbut😫 this is just amazing._
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You look back from time to time. Even though you have him tied up and he still has some consciousness, he can’t be trusted, he is a zombie after all.
He followed you at a constant pace, a little slow but without pause. “You’re hungry, right?” you ask with a smile, knowing the answer beforehand. The redhead grunts.
Suddenly he sniffs something and slowly points forward. “Meat. There.”
“That we see a corpse does not mean that I let you feed. You are under my orders, do you remember the deal?” you reprimand as you walk towards the direction indicated by the boy.
“You’re meaaan~…” he whispers as he lowers his hand heavily.
You shrug your shoulders and keep moving forward. “You must thank me that I did not tie your hands this time.”
You two arrived next to a road, a place that you do not like at all because it is very clear and you can be seen easily.
Next to the road, there is a bundle.
Childe sees it and begins to move faster towards him, waving his hands in front of him pretending to grasp something that was nothing but air, and biting into the air.
Luckily, you pull hard on the leash so that he doesn’t move from his place.
“Stop.” you tell him, but he continues his desperate movements to reach that thing lying on the ground. “STOP!” with a strong tug on the leash you make him take a few steps back.
You feel his look of hatred on you.
“Wait, let’s get closer.” more calmly you approach and stop in front of it. It is a person, and he seems quite hurt.
You feel your leash jerk back and forth, caused by Childe moving left to right behind you, trying not to make eye contact with what could be a great food source for him.
Some grunts escape his throat impatiently.
“Eh, who are you?” The stranger tried to back away. “Wait … are you on the side of the zombies? What are you, a monster?” His words turn into screams of terror when he sees Childe lean over your shoulder.
“They’ve bitten you. I bet you don’t have much left to become one of them.” You point out seeing a large bite that he has on his arm.
Seeing that he has no salvation, you tilt your head to look at Childe. “You don’t want it to rot, do you?” you say as you remove the muzzle.
With another nod, you allow Childe to do what he has been wanting most until now.
“No! Get the fuck off!” the bitten man squirmed, and with irrational fear drew a pistol from a back pocket of his trousers. He quickly took aim at you and pulled the trigger.
You barely had time to react, you just closed your eyes and put your hands in front of your face as if that would help.
Childe’s body shakes a little. You open your eyes slowly, why don’t you feel pain?
You take your hands away from you, seeing Childe from behind with his head to the side, glancing at you with a clenched jaw. “…okay…, are you… okay?” he mutters, looking you up and down. You nod still stunned. In response the redhead growls and returns to focus on his victim.
“Give me the gun.” you order the zombie. Without thinking, he approaches the injured man, taking it from the man’s hand while he screams and cries with terror.
As you requested, he hands you the gun. “Good boy.”
You pointed the gun at the man. “I’m sorry, but it would be a waste to leave you here before you turn into a zombie.” You pulled the trigger, killing the man with a shot to the head. “Quick, before it turns.” you urge Childe.
You turn your back. As much as you had a zombie as a “pet”, you couldn’t bear to watch him feed on human flesh.
All you heard was how he ripped the meat and gasps and snorts from the boy desperate to devour the entire corpse.
When he finishes, he positions himself in front of you, watching you closely. His mouth was full of fresh blood, which you would have to get used to sooner or later. You looked down to see a hole in his clothes, level with his heart.
That’s where he should have stopped the shot of the infected man.
“Thanks.” you just thank while you put the muzzle back on him. You are still speechless.
“Ahh…?” the boy looked at you with his head bowed, like a puppy when he doesn’t understand something. You point to the shot he has in the chest, without actually touching it.
“Oh…” he raised his eyebrows in understanding. “You… and I…” he points to you and then to him as he utters the words in his typical tired zombie tone. “We… are more than a deal…, comrade.”