everything. everything about this. marlon just realising that he and y/n were together, I—
u r seriously amazing at what u do. can I pls req prompt #7 w marlon as a set of headcanons? thank uuu <33
❥ Just Friends
Prompt: “If I stay here tonight and sleep by your side again, I won’t be able to control myself, not today”
Descriptions: You and Marlon have been friends for a while, but Marlon has started thinking of you differently.
Warnings: Cussing, like one suggestive joke
Notes: That’s so sweet thank you!! Changed a few things around, but it’s ultimately the exact same prompt!! I wanted to keep it a little shorter because my first draft just felt like it should’ve been a story instead. So sorry for the wait!!
♥︎ You and Marlon have known each other from before thing went to shit. While he didn’t know you as long as Louis, you were still his best friend.
♥︎ You got into trouble for graffiti, along with some other petty crime. He found that a lot more entertaining than just being an angry kid who would lash out like he was. You’d constantly doodle on your school work and get scolded for it, but you didn’t seem to care.
♥︎ When the apocalypse hit, Marlon was there for you. You didn’t want him to see you so scared and weak, so you tried bottling it up. He wouldn’t respect you if you were tough, but you couldn’t laugh it off like Louis could.
♥︎ You first found comfort in Marlon when he was fifteen, who slept alone in his office with a Rosie who wasn’t greying.
♥︎ You tapped quietly at his door, hoping it would be loud enough to alert him, but not enough to actually wake him if he was asleep. You bit your bottom lip, sucking on the flesh as you listened quietly to the shuffling coming from inside. You picked at the skin on your fingers when you heard him approach the door,
♥︎ “Hey.” His voice was quiet. “Y’alright? I don’t know what time it is, but it seems pretty late…”
♥︎ “I can’t do this anymore, Marlon. This is… Everything… It’s so hard and I… Fuck, Marl.”
♥︎ He jumped, blinking away his tired eyes and gripping you by the shoulders, hoping it would stop your shaking.
♥︎ “I can’t do it, Marlon. I…” He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly, “I don’t want to be alone. Please… I can’t…”
♥︎ Marlon fell quiet, letting you cry into his chest, feeling it soak through to his skin. He finally asked if you wanted to sleep here, a suggestion that felt strange on his tongue. He cringed when the words came out of him, immediately going to take it all back, but he felt you nodding against him, sniffing.
♥︎ You slept at the bottom of the bed, Marlon telling you to go fetch a pillow or two from your room. He was honestly hoping you wouldn’t come back and you two wouldn’t talk about it in the morning, but you came back with two white pillows and a shy smile, your hair sticking to your cheeks. It was tense, awkward. While the crying had tired you out, Marlon struggled to sleep when he was so aware of your presence. He did his best to keep himself away from your legs, curving around them when you shuffled in your sleep.
♥︎ It was pretty unspoken that whenever you needed support Marlon would be there and he’d let you sleep in his room. He got more relaxed with it overtime, even letting you sleep next to him.
♥︎ You two were just friends. It was something he had to tell himself and even Louis who caught on after he saw you tiredly leave Marlon’s room, shutting the door quietly as to not wake him.
♥︎ Marlon was completely red when he explained that no, nothing happened. You two were just friends.
♥︎ Louis was a little bitter he wasn’t invited to your sleepover. Marlon said he’d invite him if he’d keep his mouth shut.
♥︎ The visits became more recent, especially recently. Again you found yourself outside Marlon’s door. Giving it a few knocks before slowly opening it.
♥︎ “Hey.” He greeted, leaning up from his spot on the bed. “It’s pretty late.” He said and the words rung familiar.
♥︎ “I wasn’t thinking of coming…” You confessed, chewing the flesh of your cheek, “But I wanted to see you.”
♥︎ “That’s… Okay.” Marlon hesitated, “Uh, you’re sure you want to though? I mean, you did have to think about it in the first place”
♥︎ “Of course I want to, dude. You’re my friend. I love having sleepovers with you.”
♥︎ You found yourself sitting at the edge of the mattress, Marlon awkwardly shuffling to make space for you.
♥︎ Your smile faltered.
♥︎ “You don’t want me to sleep here… Do you?” Marlon seemed to tense, “You seem… Kind of iffy about it. It’s okay if you need space, Marl… I can just-“
♥︎ “I want you here. I do.” Marlon’s hand landed on your leg, gripping onto your knee, “There’s just a lot of my mind.”
♥︎ “What’s up? You can tell me anything.”
♥︎ Marlon fell backwards with a sigh and you found yourself laying down beside him. He was on his back, looking toward the ceiling and refusing to look at you. You were on your side, ready to listen.
♥︎ “I just… I don’t feel the same way that I did about you when I was a kid.” Marlon started, “Everything feels different between us.”
♥︎ “Are you…” You laughed, a little nervous, “Breaking up with me?”
♥︎ “Breaking up? Fuck, I wish I knew we were together… All the things we could’ve done.”
♥︎ He laughed, turning his head to look at you. You bit your lip at his words, a grin appearing on your face as you gently hit his shoulder.
♥︎ “What did you mean then?” You asked, smile falling.
♥︎ “I don’t know if I can handle you being here.”
♥︎ He spoke to the ceiling, sucking in a breath,
♥︎ “If you stay here tonight and sleep by my side again…” He rolled onto his side, looking into your eyes with his intense gaze, “I won’t be able to control myself, not tonight.”
♥︎ “I don’t think I want you to control yourself.”
♥︎ “I’m being serious.” He said, his tone firm.
♥︎ “So am I.” You stated, hoping to mimic his stern voice. Marlon’s eyes went wide briefly.
♥︎ His hand found itself on your cheek, his face getting close to you’re, breaths bouncing against one another’s,
♥︎ “Are we going to regret this…?” He murmured.
♥︎ “I don’t care.” You said, closing the gap between you two.
♥︎ Your lips press against each other clumsily, noses briefly colliding a few seconds before you separated. You two both let out breathy laughs.
♥︎ “We’re still best friends right…? Or, did this fuck things up for us?” Your voice wavered with worry, but you had a giddy smile on your face.
♥︎ “We’re still best friends.” He assured “But being more couldn’t hurt. If that’s what you want.”
♥︎ “Are you kidding me? Dude, I’ve been into you for years.” You admitted, your heart swelling in your chest,
♥︎ Marlon blinked in surprise, “Seriously?”
♥︎ “I think it was when I helped you with your mullet…” Your hand found it’s way to the blonde mess, “I think I did a pretty good job back then… You should let me at it again.”
♥︎ “If it gets Violet to stop talking shit about it then sure.” He laughed and you did too.
Kiss It Better!
⇨ telltale's the walking dead
⇨ louis/marlon/mitch x fem reader
⇨ in which y/n patches them up after they get hurt
⇨ general taglist: @commit-a-melony
"Ow, ow, ow!" He yelps, pulling away as she dabs alcohol rubbing on his cut. Louis holds his arm to his chest, leaning away from Y/N who has an annoyed look on her face. "Be gentle, you heathen. Don't treat me like how you treat Violet."
Y/N sighs, picking up the bandages from the bag beside her, "At least Violet doesn't whine like a baby every time I help her with her injuries."
Louis only pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Just because you and her are best friends, doesn't mean you can beat me down." He huffs.
He had gotten injured after a quick miscalculation by Marlon's aim, accidentally cutting his palm to hit a walker behind him. The leader apologised profusely, but Louis brushed it off until they came back home and Y/N saw his hand. He had tried to hide it, but that only made her more curious.
He was dragged back to his dorm to take care of things. Marlon had also apologised to Y/N, but couldn't help but laugh at how Louis tried to smart his way out of that one.
"You should've let me come along this time." Y/N claims, gently taking his palm again and beginning to wrap the bandage around it. He watches her carefully. "Marlon's usually a good shot, you two must've been swarmed for this to happen."
Louis shrugs his shoulders, crossing an ankle over another as he lifted his legs over the side of the mattress. "Just a few more walkers than expected. It's alright, we made it out alive." He tells her. Y/N is concentrated on the injury, brows knitted. He ruffles the top of her head, trying to ease her nerves. "Don't worry your cute self, Y/N, just be happy your amazing and multi-talented boyfriend is here to comfort you."
"I wouldn't need to be comforted if you let me come along." She deadpans, tightening the bandages around his hand. She tucks it together. "You feeling okay now? Or do I have to go get Marlon to give you a big best friend hug?"
He chuckles at her words, leaning towards her and resting his head against her shoulder, "No, you don't need to go fetch him. I could go for a kiss to make me feel better though."
Louis trains his pleading eyes on Y/N, who rolls her eyes eyes and places his hand in hers.
"You still believe in kissing it better?" She jokes, leaning into him as he is to her.
"Of course." He responds, stretching his fingers out, "But only if you're doing it. Willy tried to kiss my finger cut better but I think I threw up inside."
Y/N laughs at that, pulling away and facing him fully, "He's just trying to be nice."
"No, he was actually mocking you." Louis claims, making her gawk. He only waves his hand. "Okay, enough of that, kiss me better."
She stares at him for a moment and rolls her eyes once more, lifting his hand in hers and pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. A smile dawns on Louis' face, because even though she always does this for him, it makes him even more happy every time it happens. When her lips drop from his hand, Y/N looks up to see the stupid grin on his face.
"Better?" She hums.
"Hmm..." Louis thinks out loud, trying to look as if he was really considering it, "Maybe just one more. Here though."
He points to his lips.
She glares at him playfully and moves forward, pressing a kiss where he wanted.
Louis then chuckles, "Ha, you're a sucker for me."
Y/N scoffs, "You're one to talk."
Y/N is standing in front of the wooden target, trying to peel off the arrows lodged into the hard material, when the American Bully comes up, barking at her.
"Hey, Rosie." She hums out, placing the arrows on the floor as she pet the dog, "What's wrong?"
The dog leans into her hand before barking once again, sprinting off towards the entrance of the building. Y/N raises a brow, soon following after her with a curious mindset. Maybe Rosie was locked out of Marlon's office or something?
But once the two make it to their destination, Y/N sees her boyfriend hurriedly picking up a few books from the floor and placing them on the highest shelf, muttering curses to himself. She closes the door behind her as Rosie settles into her bed.
"Marlon, are you okay?" She questions, walking over and helping him, "Rosie lead me here. What happened?"
He stands up to place the last few books where it belonged, dusting off his hands. "Oh, I was trying to get a book up there for Tenn but they all came falling down on me." He explains, rubbing the back of his neck, "But I'm fine."
Y/N furrows her brows, stepping closer to him and holding his face in her palms. He blinks before resting. "You're bleeding, Marlon. Those books must've hit you hard." She points out, looking to his desk to find butterfly bndages.
"Shit, I didn't notice." He tells her, feeling his forehead. When he pulls his finger away, blood is painted on the tips. "Great. Uh... do you mind?"
But he looks over to see her already pointing to the chair, collecting some disinfectant wipes as well. "Not at all." She responds.
Marlon smiles softly as he sits in the seat, turning to Y/N. She stands in between his legs, carefully holding his cheek as she begins to clean the cut.
He winces a little at the pain, but not too much to worry her. "Sorry to interrupt your practice." He apologises, making her shake her head."
"It's fine, I was just about done anyway." She retorts, wiping away the blood that trickled down the side of his forehead, "Does it hurt?"
He shakes his head a little. "Not a lot." He huffs, linking his fingers together on his lap. She placed the tissue on the desk, now reaching for another one. "You're always taking care of me."
She raised her brows and shrugs her shoulders. "Of course, you're always looking after all of us, someone has to do it for you." She informed the leader, removing the last bit of blood before moving onto the butterfly bandaids. Marlon closes his eyes. "Plus, you're my boyfriend. I'd be a bad girlfriend to just let you walk around bleeding, especially nowadays."
He lifts his shoulders. "Good point. Thank you for being so nice to me." He chuckles, opening his eyes and placing a loving hand on her hip, "More often than not, it's you putting me back together, isn't it?"
"Definitely." Y/N says back, carefully placing the bandage where it needed to go on the cut, "Because you never let me go check the traps or anything."
He goes serious then. "I'd feel better if you were here, safe in the school with the others." Marlon admits, pulling her forward once she finishes. Y/N's hands land on his shoulders, squeezing a bit. "I can't risk losing you, Y/N."
She stares at him. "I know, Marlon." Is her reply, playing with the back of his hair.
He leans his face into her neck as she hugs him tightly. A kiss is landed on top of his bandage. He pulls away slightly to see her smiling.
"Just to make you feel better." She informs him.
Marlon leans towards her, stealing another kiss on his lips. One hand is on the back of her neck, keeping her still as he relished in the moment. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, feeling a bit more better.
As he pulls away, he sighs, "You always make me feel better."
"You're not doing it right."
"No you're not—Shit! Hey, you did that on purpose!"
Y/N rolls her eyes, pressing firmer into the tissue against his wound. She keeps a hand on his bicep and turns her head, reaching over to grab the winding bandages. "Calm down, I have to do this." She huffs out.
Her boyfriend has a frown on his face, leaning back in the chesterfield chair with his chin in his other palm.
Mitch wore this annoyed look, mainly because Marlon had caught him in his dorm examining a cut in his upper arm. While Mitch was trying to keep it a secret, not wanting to alarm anybody. But as soon as Marlon saw it, he knew that his little plan was finished. The leader was immediately worried and called for Y/N, who later scolded him in private for keeping it a secret.
The two sat in one of the upper rooms where it was more quiet. Ruby was kind enough to lend Y/N supplies, to which the H/C-haired girl thanked her.
"I thought you and Aasim were fine when you came back from checking the traps." Y/N sighs, biting open the packet of butterfly closure bandages, "Why were you trying to hide this one?"
Mitch sighs out, turning away from her, "Because it's not that big of a deal. Just scraped myself against a fallen tree when the fucking walkers came close enough, that's all." He gives a side-eye, already seeing Y/N sending him an unimpressed look. "It'll heal up fine by itself."
She shakes her head, putting on the bandages and taking the cotton roll on her lap. "And it will heal quicker when it's taken care of." She claims, dropping the bloodied tissues into the trash can, "You don't have to be so ashamed of it, everyone gets hurt."
Mitch sits back up, laying his own hand on his lap as he stares at her. She didn't look that annoyed anymore, but upset that he kept it from her. He didn't like making his girlfriend feel that way.
"Marlon said that you practically begged him not to tell us, especially me." Y/N states, avoiding eye contact with him. She was very offended that he kept it away from her. "If anybody should know about you being hurt, I'd like to be the first."
Mitch furrows his brows, eyes on Y/N as she stands up to grab scissors from the table. He grunts, "I can take care of myself."
She looks over her shoulder to him, carefully taking the scissors from the table. Her eyes are trained on the floor while she walks back to him. "You aren't taking care of yourself." She scoffs. Y/N sits on the armrest, taking his arm in her hands and pulling the wrap around his wound. "I just don't like seeing you hurt."
"I know." He mumbles, seeing her continue to wrap the cotton around his bicep, "Sorry."
She glances his way for a split second, a sigh escaping her lips as she clips the bandage wrap together, "It's alright. Just come to me next time, I'll fix you up."
He nods once, leaning his head against the chair. Y/N smiles a little, moving closer and placing a hand on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his lips. Mitch stills for a moment before melting into her touch.
The door then opens abruptly, making the two pull apart. Louis comes through, a smile on his lips to see his friends better than earlier. "Hey, dinner is ready, Omar told me to come get you two." He says while Y/N packs up her things, "Sorry, didn't know I was walking in on you two making out on the chair that the old headmaster used to sit in to eat lunch."
Mitch flips him off. "Shut the fuck up, Louis." He scowls, shaking his head.
"Thanks, Lou." Y/N retorts, blocking Mitch from Louis' view, "We'll be down soon."
Louis waves a hand as he closes the door behind him, leaving the two alone. Y/N gives him a look and sees Mitch rolls his eyes. She pulls him up to his feet, picking up his jacket from the couch. He is about to take it from her when she leans towards him, landing a short kiss on top of his bandaged wound.
"H—Hey!" Mitch says, recoiling from her and feeling his cheeks begin to burn.
Y/N chuckles, handing him his jacket, "Just to make it feel better." She makes her way to the door, ready to go downstairs.
Mitch stands there, tugging his jacket on before he follows the girl who just knows how to take care of him.