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Promise | Zombie AU

summary: You and Jinx break two unsaid rules ever since the apocalypse started, never split up and never make promises. Promises were never guaranteed, especially in your current living conditions. But a promise of a life with your soulmate? You could get by it.

pairings: jinx x reader, established relationship

warnings: zombie apocalypse, zombie attack, kind of angsty? other than that; FLUFF

word count: 3.5k

a/n: here’s that zombie fic I was talking about :) also happy 1st birthday to arcane 🙏🏽

There was a mistake in the lab.

Unlike before, when someone took shimmer, they immediately became addicted. People couldn't live without it but it slowly killed them.

If you worked for Silco, you took it, you were told what to do, killed whoever you were ordered to kill, then moved on. But now it's permanent. You can no longer control it, and it spreads. Shimmer, that was once a drug, has become a disease.

It spread fast; no one saw it coming. You used see a shimmer head and think nothing of it. But now you run. Run before it can catch you and infect you.

Which was a very difficult task, because shimmer makes its host more alive in many ways. It enhances everything about you, strength, speed, stamina, all while it slowly kills you. Shimmer can make you ten times stronger than Silco's right hand man. It was almost impossible to beat them. That is unless you shot them in the head. Or blow them to pieces.

Lucky for you, you have a girlfriend who plays with guns and blows shit up for fun.

The two of you were on the hunt for food, your current supplies running low. And while you found food before entering the forest, you also needed to find water and shelter—the water in the undercity was never clean, so you had to do it yourselves. Meaning you also needed to create a fire, which wasn't too difficult to be done, you had what you needed for it, but knowing all the extra work that came with it annoyed you.

And now here you were, finally at the fork in the road.

Splitting up was never a good idea, especially when nighttime was near, but you had to get your supplies as quick as possible. You couldn't do that if you both were searching in the same place, right?

You swore you saw the reflection of water when you were on top of the smaller than usual-mountain-earlier. It was somewhere hidden in the forest you were currently trudging through, trailing the opposite way of the small building Jinx spotted with her telescope. It looked abandoned, meaning it could be empty, which is why she had to check it out to see if it could be used as temporary shelter while you filled up a bucket of water. It could be filled with shimmer heads.

You'd discussed the possibility of it being filled with the infected for the past however long you'd walked. She'd come to the conclusion that she would just blow the place to bits if it was. And while her solution didn't satisfy you, you knew she was better than okay at handling weapons. But even then, backup never hurt. "It's a done deal," she'd said.

"But we can just go together!"

"We need water!"

Jinx clasped her hands around yours, searching your eyes in attempt of reassurance.

"You promise me you'll be safe?" You both knew you couldn't make promises like that, because in this new reality, survival wasn't guaranteed. But she needed something to hold onto, otherwise you'd be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no fire, trying to calm her down from a panic attack.

"You promise me." You replied. Because as much as she worried about you, you knew you worried 10 times harder. What if she let the voices take control What if she broke down in the middle of an encounter with shimmer heads? What if she got bit? What if she-

She brought her head to yours, having noticed the panic written on your face.

You grimaced, closing your eyes along with hers, "sorry." This was supposed to be about making sure she stayed calm, that she was reassured and confident enough to go alone. And here you were, letting your ugly thoughts control you.

She shook her head, "don't be." She brought your hand to her chest, pressing it to her heart. You felt it thumping, the thing that kept her alive, the very thing that beats for you.

It was an action you usually took. And the fact that she was using it to help you broke you a little, suddenly feeling vulnerable and not wanting to leave her side.

"We don't have to do this," she whispered, opening her eyes to encourage you to see the honesty there.

"No. We'll get through it faster this way. Just make sure we meet back here, okay? And light the smoke if anything happens." The more you convinced her to go through with it, the less convinced you felt yourself.

"We'll be okay, I promise." I promise.

You never promised each other anything, because you both knew better. Especially promising that you'll both be fine alone, going through a forest probably crawling with shimmer heads while nighttime was near. But you believed her.

You nodded, "yeah. We'll be okay."

You took her hands and reciprocated the action of letting her feel your heartbeat. You were both here, alive and filled with love. Nothing could take you away from each other.

She let out a breath, finally getting the reassurance she needed.

Your hands synchronized three squeezes. I love you.

You nodded at each other once more and went your separate ways.

Usually when you walked, it was with Jinx. You very rarely split up, because it was stupid to. But you really did need supplies as fast as possible. You walked faster.

The silence was deafening and it left you with your thoughts. With Jinx, silence filled you with peace. Thoughts of what life with her could be like if it wasn't for the disease.

God, you couldn't imagine what this horrible silence was doing for Jinx and her thoughts.

You nearly turned back, almost forgetting the importance of water until you thought-

A life with Jinx.

You can't make each other any promises for a reason, it was too risky.

But...what if you promised a life with her?

A promise of a life with who you believed to be your soulmate sounded too good to be true.

And it was, especially when your living conditions weren't ideal. But she'd already promised that you'd be okay. You can promise her a long life together, right?

You finally reached the lake, sighing in relief at the thought of getting back to Jinx.

But then something caught your eye. Something shiny, it was small. You picked it up from where it was buried under the dirt and observed it, gasping at the realization. You'd been so engrossed in the tiny object that you didn't register a twig snapping in the distance. Not until you felt a presence behind you.

"....That's not you, is it Jinx?"

It growled.

Shit.

You didn't register anything you did until you were up and running.

Which didn’t do much, because within seconds it had you pinned to the floor.

You pulled out the knife that was stuffed up your sleeve and sliced across it’s jaw, momentarily distracting it from you.

It roared from the unexpected pain, throwing its upper half back and giving you space to scurry away.

As you ran, you reached for the handgun that hung off your belt, feeling the ground start to shake a few moments later as the creature caught up with you. You reached a tree and climbed to the tallest branch, frantically searching for any weapon you could find. You pulled out a bomb. Bingo.

You threw it down at the shimmer head that had just reached the bottom of the tree. It looked down to observe the object as it jumped and jittered in place, giving you hope that this could end right now. You’d be out of the situation in seconds.

You climbed down the opposite side of the tree that you came up, jumping and landing on your feet, attempting to run away faster than before to get away from the explosion.

Except you didn’t get 5 steps in before the creature grabbed you. It threw you to the floor, sending the gun that was still in your hand flying behind you.

It resumed its previous position, except this time it held your hands by your head, affectively trapping you under its body.

If Jinx’s bombs were able to kill these shimmer heads, there’s no way you’d get out of this alive. Which reminded you of something. Your head turned, attempting to spot the bomb to see what the fuck happened.

It wasn’t going off. Why wasn’t it going off?! It should have already!

What the fuck were you going to do now?

It was a few moments of the shimmer head seemingly searching for the perfect place to take a bite out of you that you thought, just get it over with dammit.

But you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t give up and let Jinx crumble in the consequences of your death. All because you couldn’t try fighting it off.

But seriously, what were you supposed to do?

You looked everywhere you could with the big body that loomed over you. You stretched your leg out just the smallest bit and felt something. Was it the bomb? The object started jumping and shaking like your bombs usually did when they were activated. Oh my god it’s right there.

The noise distracted the creature again. It turned its body fully to watch the moving object.

You’re lucky shimmer heads didn’t have any type of intelligence yet.

You quickly turned, standing up to reach back for your gun and turned your body again to face the infected, aiming for its head.

If the bomb didn’t work the first time, what makes you think it’d work a second time?

And you swore someone was watching you and hoping, praying for your demise because the gun was empty.

You had to dig in your pockets to fill it up, the creature having heard the failed fire as it slowly advanced towards you. You started running backwards, keeping your face towards the shimmer head and quickly loaded the gun. You nearly pulled the trigger when a fucking rock so happened to be there, tripping you and sending you flying onto your back.

The shimmer head stopped in front of you. Perfect shot.

You pulled the trigger, a mix pink and red blood making a nasty splat on your face. This creature couldn’t have been bitten for nearly a week if some of its blood was still red.

You wiped your face, shaking off the shock from everything that happened, noticing how everything that could’ve went wrong, went wrong.

Oh well, it’s done now.

You took the bucket from the big bag that hung over your back and got the water, practically sprinting back to the spot you were supposed to meet Jinx.

•°•

You were still in the midst of processing your near death experience, having gone through many but that never made it easier. It couldn't have been 5 minutes in of waiting and worrying over your girlfriends being when you saw the blue clouds.

Shit. No no no.

She's in danger, she's hurt. The small building was probably filled with shimmer heads. They could all be surrounding her right now. She can't take all of them. Oh no no no.

You immediately felt your empty hand, the one that was supposed to be holding the bucket of water.

Well fuck. That was all for nothing.

But making sure Jinx was safe was more important. What good would water be if she's lying dead on the floor?

You ran and ran, noticing halfway through that the smoke was fading. And when you finally reached it, nothing seemed destroyed or broken, there was no noise. It was eerily quiet. Fuck. No. I'm too late.

You heard her call your name. Oh my god. By some miracle she's still alive.

You burst through the doors, not being considerate of how much noise you made.

"Jinx! Are you okay?!"

And there she was, completely unscathed (aside from the cut on her left cheek from yesterday and the purple bruises that stuck from last week).

So....she wasn't hurt?

"You fucking scared me!"

She flinched, "I'm sorry.." You saw the way she folded into herself, she felt unsure all of the sudden, not knowing if using the call was a good idea.

You felt horrible and sighed, shaking your head, realizing you let the stress of a long day get to you. "No no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice." She probably got scared, panicked, maybe she was worried about you. Goodness, you needed to watch your temper.

You walked up to Jinx, ready to embrace her. It was then that she finally got a good look at your face.

"Hey," she said, her brows furrowing.

"Hey you."

"Why is there blood and shimmer all over you?" Oh. Right.

"I ran into a shimmer head- I swear I'm okay! See? I'm still here in one piece," her face fell, the mention of one getting close to you sent her into a spiral. She could see everything now, your scraped elbows, skidded kneecaps, and your bruised wrists from where the creature grabbed you. You could tell that she was beginning to panic. You already know what she was thinking, practically reading her mind.

I insisted on splitting up. I did this. You could've gotten hurt- no. You did get hurt. Look at all the blood! Oh my god did you get bit-

You brought her hand up to your heart.

Her face crumbled and she broke into little sobs, her hand squeezing your shirt tightly in her fist. Your arms went around her, holding her upright to keep from completely collapsing.

"Shhh, sh sh sh. It's okay, you're okay. We're okay, yeah? Just like you promised."

You could feel her shakey breaths on your chest and her trembling form against you as you caressed her back. You hated this, you hated when she got like this. It felt like someone stuck their hand in your chest and ripped your heart out. It hurt.

"It's beating," she choked out. You nodded, resting your cheek on her head. "It wouldn't be doing that if I got bit, would it?"

She shook her head and sniffed when she finally looked up, her eyes still filled with tears. And it felt like the person who ripped your heart out was now squeezing it.

You grabbed the side of her face that held the fresh cut from yesterday, trying to ground her.

She was partially calmed down now, "let me clean you up. Please?"

You nodded.

•°•

You were sitting on a stool that was randomly propped in the corner of the huge shed. The place was completely empty, save for the surprisingly working lantern that was now sat next to you.

"Water?"

"Oh....I left it at the spot." You grimaced, thinking of how stupid the situation was. You could've just followed her here in the first place, there really was no need to split up.

She smiled, "Silly you."

You giggled along with her, feeling lightheaded from all the worrying you did today. It felt nice to just sit down and be calm. Nighttime was equally as stressful as daytime. The two of you taking turns on lookout for the infected, sometimes the two of you didn't sleep at all, letting paranoia take control. So sitting here, admiring your girlfriend with her eyebrows furrowed in a concentrated manner, lips forming a pout, it was a feeling you'd never forget. And oh my god, her freckles. Before everything, you'd lay in bed with her and count them. It was always too dark to tell if you'd counted the same one twice, but it didn't matter to you. You could stare at her for hours and never get bored. Jinx was perfect.

She wiped off as much dry grime and blood as she could without a proper wet cloth to clean it.

"All done," she stated proudly, setting the dirty cloth down and cradling your face gently, keeping your eyes on hers just to look at you. To fully take in the fact that you were okay.

You flopped your head forward and onto her stomach. Letting the days events get to you.

You fell into another one of those comfortable silences, the one where you were able to fantasize about a life together.

"I'm okay because of you."

She scoffed, "You almost died because of me." She sounded angry, but it wasn't directed at you.

"No. We were both at fault." You look up at her, your eyes telling her everything. You loved her, the shimmer head encounter wasn't your fault, nothing bad that happens is your fault, you're loved, you're appreciated.

And although you knew she could see it on your face, you still voiced it. Knowing that the voices in her head could trick her into thinking bad thoughts.

She swallowed her sobs, trying so hard not to cry again. Never fully digesting the fact that you actually loved her.

She listened to you talk.

"-and that leads me to this....I wanted to give you something. To-" you took a deep breath. "To make a promise."

You continued to hold her tightly to your body, your face still on her stomach, peering up at her. And you didn't elaborate, not until she asked you to. Not until she understood the weight of your words.

She nodded, signaling for you to continue.

You swallowed down your nerves and searched your pockets. Shit. Where is it?

You stood up, patting down your pants in effort to see if you'd missed the small object the first time.

No.

You dig in your sock, letting out a big breath of relief. Apparently you'd thrown it in there when that shimmer head approached you.

Another deep breath.

You got down from the stool and onto your knee, displaying the ring on your palm.

She was staring in awe, the most overwhelming look of fondness that you’d never seen before was on her face.

“I want you to marry me, Jinx. And I know, before you say this is stupid and completely idiotic of me because like, with the world quite literally ending? How can we have a life together when there’s monsters chasing us down? It’s crazy, I know that. But I want- no. I need to promise you something. I need to let you know that I love you, that I always will. I promise to always protect and give you the long and happy life that you deserve”

"I know, and I trust you. I'll protect you too." Your eyes, that were trained on her lips out of nervousness finally met her eyes. They were glistening with tears, which in turn made you more emotional.

You nodded. Your voice barely a whisper now, “til death do us part and all that crap. I just- you make me really happy and so.....yeah. Will you um, marry me? Maybe? I get if you think this is stupid but-” you were tripping over your words now. Completely and utterly wrecked with emotion, not sure if you could continue until-

“I’ll marry you! A million times yes! Yes yes yes!” She threw herself onto you, making you fall on the floor, sending you both into giggling messes. She was leaning over you, her tears falling on your cheeks as she just looked at you, an emotional wreck on the dirty floor.

You were honestly glad she'd stopped you from attempting to keep going, both relived that she’d said yes and because you knew you’d have resorted to speaking gibberish.

She probably did it on purpose. Sensing that you were having trouble forming any sentences in your emotional state.

You brought the ring to her face.

“Don’t be surprised if this doesn’t fit....I kind of just found it on the floor.” You put it to her ring finger, and what do you know. It fit perfectly.

You brought your bodies to an upright position while continuing to sit on the uncomfortably hard floor.

She smiled, holding your neck tight in her arms and asked, "So does this mean we're like....married? Or did you want a fancy wedding?" She brought her face back so that her cheek was touching yours. You felt her big smile against you, knowing she could feel the same thing.

You pulled her face so she could see the sincerity in your eyes. "No, I don't need a fancy wedding. I just need you."

She teared up more, her cheeks growing pink.

"But I promise you, we'll grow old together. We'll both live long enough to be able to eat at Jericho's again. We'll find kids to adopt even, if that's something you want."

"In my experience, you don't choose to have kids. The kids choose you."

You laugh, knowing the truth to that statement. Before the apocalypse, you'd find children on the streets of Zaun and they'd claim you. They'd force themselves into your home and into your life.

You wanted that. You wanted that as long as it was with Jinx.

"I promise, Jinx. We'll have that."

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