Rotten hearts - Pt 1
A Modern!Vi x F!reader zombie apocalypse fic <3
Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst, fluff
Word count: 1.2k
Additional tags: Stressed out Vi, slight angst, awkward gays, nondescript zombies, sexual tension, unresolved sexual tension, flirting
Author note: *couldn't find any Vi X reader apocalypse fics* me: fine, I'll do it myself 😈
A playlist for this fic > 🎶
You both slump back against the car seats with exhausted sighs.
Somehow in a hurried attempt to find cover, you'd managed to bag some shabby Honda civic that'd been left unlocked during the fall.
Vi threw her backpack into the dusty seats behind you.
"Fuck I told you not to close that fire escape behind you! You never listen to anything I say, Jesus!" A frustrated sigh left her lips as she lent her head in her hand propped up on the car door.
You say nothing and look down at your grubby hands in your lap.
Prior to this the pair of you had been scavenging for supplies at a beaten down Walmart a few blocks away from the parking lot you now sat in.
Unfortunately you'd knocked over a display of cans with your bag causing a group of zombies to come charging through the store towards you. You'd hurriedly fumbled for your shotgun shells, your fingers felt like butter as you struggled to load the gun. If it hadn’t been for Vi bolting through the aisles towards you, shooting down a few zombies as she did, you would've been on the menu for Dinner that night.
With the sounds of cans hitting the cold linoleum and gunshots ringing through the store, more zombies came stumbling through the smashed front doors. Vi had grabbed your arm hurrying you through the store to the back where you’d entered. The door however had locked on it's closing which meant Vi having to bust her ass to kick it open whilst you used what ammo you had left to shoot down the oncoming hoard. Your heart raced, quickly reloading the barrels of the shotgun with Vi cursing loudly behind you, your ears starting to ring from the blasts. Within an instant you were once again dragged by the arm out of the building, booking it as far as you could until you finally found a parking lot absent of zombies.
After you both tried a few doors you finally found an open one, breathlessly jumping into the front seats and locking the doors behind you.
Now you both sat in the car, stilled, breaths evening out between you.
The autumn sun shining through the trees outlining the lot as it set, leaving a dusky haze in the sky.
You both stayed silent for a moment. You could almost hear Vi thinking.
Another sigh, this time lighter, almost apologetic.
"I'm sorry," She said, eyes still closed, head still in her hand. "I didn't mean to blow up at you like that."
Your eyes unmoving, glued to your hands "It's fine, you were right," You mumbled softly "it was a stupid move anyway, I should’ve been more careful."
"No. Really, I'm sorry. I'm just-" She paused, glancing at you, "I didn’t want either of us to get hurt. Sure we’ve had close calls with those shitheads before but…this time was too close. I really wasn’t sure that door was gonna budge.” She lets out a lazy chuckle at her own words, somehow trying to cut through the thick fog of tension that fumigated the car. “You panicked, didn’t you? Why? You’re an excellent shot, you know?”
She’d turned towards you now, placing a warm hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to look at her. As you finally tear your eyes away from your lap you’re met with crystal blue ones with an almost puppy-like expression. A weak apologetic smile cracked across her rough face.
"I guess, but… it was still my fault and you know it too, Vi."
She hums in response, sitting back in her seat. "Even so, we got out alive and that's all that matters right now," she turns her head to you again, "okay, cupcake?"
You roll your eyes at her, "Don’t call me that, you ass."
Vi laughs at your response, raising her hands in a false defence, "Hey, hey, hey! Come on, someone's gotta give you a nickname," she looks out onto the dusky lot with a cheeky grin on her lips, "a cute lil nickname for a cute lil cupcakeee~"
You would've kicked her if there wasn't the centre console in the way. Instead of resorting to violence you sink further into your seat, crossing your arms and hiding your red cheeks away from the flirtatious woman next to you.
Nothing had become of this relationship between you and the brawler. You were simply surviving together in the wreckage of what once was the real world. Yet that didn’t seem to stop the flirty remarks and the hungry looks she’d give you when you weren’t looking. Not that you had a problem with Vi doing this. Let’s be honest, who would? She was hot.
It was painfully obvious you were into each other but you never found the time to pursue those feelings, too busy with your own shit and the fact you were both in the middle of an apocalypse.
Vi also had her fair share of problems. She’d often speak of her sister, Powder, who she’d lost during the fall. Always shying away from the subject of how she lost her but indulging you in the fond memories she held with her. You were almost jealous of this Powder.
The questions that Vi had stiffened at and awkwardly shrugged off were eventually answered through the many nights with Vi that were spent comforting her after she’d shot bolt upright, screaming and sobbing, having night terrors and guilt plague her sleep. After a few of those, you stopped asking.
“You’re such a bad flirt, you know that?” You mumble from your slouched position.
Vi boasted a sly smirk, leaning towards you, “Sorry, cupcake, I didn’t quite catch that.”
She heard you, oh she heard you alright, but the sweet, sweet joy she got out of teasing you was just too good to let slide.
You sat up, almost lunging at her, grabbing the collar of her shirt.
“I said-” in that quick moment of playful frustration you hadn’t realised how close you’d pulled her towards you. You could almost feel her breath against your lips. Her eyelids were heavy, an unrecognised primal look on her face. Her hungry gaze had fallen to your lips.
“You…You’re a bad flirt, Vi…” You breathe out.
“Mhm” she hums, you hear her almost gulp. A light rosy shade dusted her cheeks, her eyes still locked onto your lips, her own slightly parted. In a way she looked starved, like a lion who hadn’t eaten in days. Poised, ready to pounce on her prey, but that look vanished in a second as you released her collar, backing away from her face.
“I- I’m sorry.” You stuttered falling back into your seat. A flush of dreaded embarrassment flowed over you. Regret.
Vi wasn’t far off either though. Still hovering across the centre console where you’d left her. Confusion slapped across her face.
“No, no, um…” She too sits back now, sliding a hand up to the nape of her neck, rubbing it slightly, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
You could barely speak. Sure you’d both been close to each other on those nights Vi needed your platonic comfort but this was different, she’d never been that close.
“I- I think we should go to sleep now.” You blurt out, stiff and stunned by your own actions. Your prayers for that whole scene to just disappear from both your minds came out more as begs now.
Vi looked away, taking a moment to process the situation before quietly replying, “Yeah, um …goodnight.”