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allurilove · 2 days

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Yandere x Zombie you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Body mutilation, gore, stalking, desperate and perverted man, gender neutral reader, begging, dry humping.

*He doesn’t have a name, and is referred to as “your stalker,” He only exists for reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: It’s the zombie apocalypse, and you’re a zombie who has a little stalker/fan. He tried to offer himself to you, but you want nothing to do with him.

You’re just trying to go on about your day being a zombie, but an annoying and persistent man won’t leave you alone. He thinks he’s slick, but you see him, and best him every time.

Your stalker always hated zombies. They reeked of death, their breath sour, and their jaws claimed thousands of souls. He kept quiet as he tiptoed around, hiding his body behind a trash can as you feasted on your latest victim.

You went for the jugular, your teeth puncturing their skin, and a burst of metallic tasting blood filled your mouth. You were wild. Your whole hands, neck, chest, and face were stained with blood. You had a couple of flies around you, which you ate as a snack too.

However, with you, he was infatuated. He never once thought it was disgusting that your skin stuck to your skull, your arm twisted in an unnatural way, and how your hair was matted. Or how your clothes were torn, and you had holes in your shoes.

He tried to trap you. But unlike the other zombies, you were smart. The bear trap didn’t work, he tried to lasso you and failed, he spent time building you a cage, just for you to trap him in it.

When you went after a group of humans, he panicked. He hated when you went after a crowd, and he watched with his heart hammering. He prayed that you would survive, and rip them to shreds.

Your stalker often made sure you were well fed. He dragged an old body that remained untouched, and he purposely pushed it into your view. He winced as the body rolled down the hill and knocked you down like a bowling pin. Whoops.

After this has gone on for months, he became envious. Your attention was solely focused on the girl you trapped against the wall, he huffed and puffed, crossing his arms as the girl continued to scream. He began to wonder how it would feel to be eaten by you.

He handed himself to you like he was the best thing around. He took a shower by the lake, scrubbing his body clean from the dirt and grime. Your stalker wondered if he should just be nude so you had an easier access to him, or be clothed and make you work for it…

Your stalker whistled as he approached you, but you didn’t look at him. Your body just wandering around the abandoned building, and he waved at you. But you ignore him. He purposely laid down in front of you, but you just step on his stomach, making him groan in pain. He watched as you were on the move again, and he grabbed onto your ankle.

“Wait— please!” He tried to bargain with you, “I swear I taste good!” Your stalker whined as you just drag him around, trying to go on about your day again. He decided to do something drastic.

Your stalker needed your attention. He needed to feel your hands on him. He stuffed his mouth with his sock, and he picked up his blade. He jumped a couple of times and his joggers slipped down a bit, enough for him to pull out his member.

It hurt like a bitch. He bit down hard onto the sock as his tears welled up in his eyes, he cut his member from the base— wanting to give you the whole thing.

He handed you his cock, and you took the phallic looking thing in your hands. With some sick perversion he wanted to see you eat it, to hold it in your hands, and watch it disappear down your throat.

He’s seen you eat raccoons, rats, pigeons, and decomposed maggot filled bodies rotting away in the hot summer sun, their guts spilled open, and there was barely any flesh left to eat. He’s seen you dig through trash and shove it in your face.

He watched you tear into your own arm after not being able to find something to feed on for weeks. He watched you bite into a pee soaked leg after the human pissed itself after seeing your morbid face.

And yet you wouldn’t eat his freshly cut dick?

You looked at him with an unamused expression.

Your stalker frowned, his hands snatching back his body part after you refused to eat it. His hands were shaking, and his legs about to give out— due to his wound he haphazardly wrapped with bandages. His ego was bruised.

You continued to stare at him with disgust, as if you haven’t done something as vile as this. But to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you were eating humans. It was the damn virus.

First, you don’t care to eat him. Second, you barely seem interested in him. And now third, you’re rejecting his offering? This was enough to make a grown man cry.

“Is it too small for you?” He pouted. “I- I happen to be a grower-“

He swore he saw you roll your eyes. For someone who barely had any mobility except for shuffling around, you had the gall to roll your eyes. You just groan. You try to wave your arm at him— to dismiss him, but you just smacked his face.

“Am I not appealing to you?” He glared at you, his face turning pale. His pants are soaked in blood, and he twitched.

The man fell down to his knees, throwing his dismembered cock to the side, and he clasped his hands together. His breath is ragged, and looked at you as if you were an angel who could take him out of his misery.

And so you do.

Most of your victims are scared, clawing at your arms and leaving red harsh marks on your skin, but he holds you closer. He moaned as your body was pressed up against his— chest to chest. You sat right on his hips. His blood tasted like nectar, it was pleasant and sweet. Your tongue swiped at his sweat.

“Oh god yes! Please eat me!” He cried out, and his fingers dig into your rib cage as you start to grind onto him.

He was already on deaths door step, his heart beat slowing down, and his grip slightly loosened. Your stalker’s moans, and the chanting of your name quiets. It wasn’t long before he let out his last breath.

Your stomach is full and you’re satisfied.

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gotyourbibleandyourgun · 2 days

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#post apocalypse #post apocalyptic #apocalypse #zombie apocalypse #zombie #twd aesthetic #twd #the walking dead #southern goth aesthetic #southern gothic #ethel cain aesthetic #ethel caín #dark americana #gothic americana #rural gothic #ruralcore

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gfbs-the-decaying · 3 days

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Info .3) VARIANTS

⚠️🩸/ Disturbing imagery . Blood / gore . Animal death and injury . Body horror . all around a lot of gruesome stuff

Throughout the 2 years GFBS has torn through the region, variants of the decaying have arisen. Some documented cases are

The contaminated- Those who contracted the virus from the water- while not much of a danger, they were the main cause of major spread

Tundras Strays- located in the northern regions in: Northern Stathmore Valley, and Arborford Tundra; Their "corpses" have not rotted into the late stages

Mutants- Currently much is unknown about this specifc set of mutants, however some presume them to have been past lovers unable to leave eachothers sides.

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sassypossumm · 2 days

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Monsters

The zombies came, malformed creatures, but in the end, is it they, or we who are left who are the real monsters?

Zombie Apocalypse Miguel O'Hara x Reader (some darker themes)

A sharp smell dragged you clawing and screaming from a deep slumber. Groaning, you tried to sit up, only to fall back when a earth shattering pain came splintering around your skull. Squeezing your eyes shut, you held a hand to yor forehead and clenched your jaw.

You didn't recognize where you were. Your fingers ran over the rough hewn material of the scratchy mattress, if it could be called that, underneath you. And there was a ceiling above you.

So you must be indoors...

No shit, Sherlock.

Sighing, you winced as the sunlight hit you directly in the eyes. Closing them again, more slowly this time, you rubbed your temple but froze when you felt the gauze.

You'd been injured? In truth, you recalled little of the last few days. The last thing you'd remembered was being in that storehouse trying to scavenge for supplies and...

Ah, you'd been injured. But, then...how had you gotten-

"You're awake." The gruff voice broke you out of your pondering. Pealing your hand away from your forehead, you turned your eyes towards the voice. A large man, easily cresting the doorframe of wherever you currently were, was stooping to kick snow off his boots.

Clearing the doorway, he came in carrying an arm load of logs and unceremoniously dumped them on the floor by a fireplace. You grit your teeth as the sound reverberated around your skull. The man glanced at you and his brows furrowed.

"Lo siento." He muttered, his voice losing just a touch of its gruff edge. Inching closer, he crouched and motioned to the bandage. "How you feeling?"

"Shitty." You grumbled, gingerly rubbing your forehead. His eyes crinkled at the corners, though his face remained passive and he grunted.

"Watched you take a shovel to the head from one of those, cabróns." He stood to his full height and grabbed a couple of logs, looking at you briefly with a faint uptick of his lips. "Can't imagine why you feel shitty."

Despite yourself, you barked out a hollow laugh as he turned to chuck the logs into the fireplace. Lighting a match, he threw it in, crumbling up some old papers to toss into the infant flames.

"My names Miguel." You offered your own name, and he nodded, setting about cooking some foul smelling stew. Your nose scrunched at the smell, but your tentative grasp on consciousness was waiting, and soon you fell back into the blackness of a dream less sleep.

"Hey." You were roused by a light squeeze on your shoulder. Furrowing your brows, you opened your eyes to see your unlikely benefactor leaning over you. His eyes appeared almost red in the waining sunlight.

"How long was I out this time?" You groaned, straining to sit up.

"12 hours." He offers, helping you sit up.

"That long?" You looked agape at him. Miguel's lips twitched again as he grabbed a plastic bowl and strode back to the pot of simmering witches brew, or atleast, that was the best guess you had for whatever that horrid smelling stuff was.

"Last time you were out for two days." Ladling the stew into the bowl, he turned to look at you. You sat in stunned silence as he placed a spoon gently in your hand.

"Look." Miguel crouched next to you, placing the bowl on your lap. "I know you've got a lot of questions, but you need to eat." Nodding dumbly, you looked down into the bowl, and your stomach turned.

The liquid was... grey? And that was being charitable. The greyish yellow of the acrid stew before you didn't resemble any of the Crayola colors you'd seen in your crayon box as a kid.

And was that... a thin film coated the surface of the liquid, interspersed with dustings of a foamy, fatty substance bordering between bacon fat and mucus. Your nose screwed up in disgust.

"What is this?" The words were out of your mouth before you even thought them. Miguel's face hardened, any traces of warmth disappearing as he stood to his full height.

"Food." He said woodenly. Your stomach churned, and you looked at him tentatively.

"May I ask... what it is?"

"Do you really want to know?" His eyes flickered.

Your stomach growled. A sharp pain twisted in your gut. The kind of pain that comes from not eating for days on end.

Your mind was a twisted mess of incongruous thoughts, tugging and pulling, each vying for the moral high ground. Another sharp growl and you brought the spoon to your lips. The liquid slid over your tongue and you shuddered.

Averting your eyes, you subtly shook your head, taking another tentative sip of the stew. Then and there a precedent was set. You wouldn't ask, and he wouldn't say.

Plausible deniability.

And yet, you couldn't stop the haunting thought that crept in through the back door of your mind as you ate.

"Who are the real monsters now?"

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel imagine #zombie apocalypse #zombie apocolypse au #Zombie Apocalypse!Miguel #miguel o'hara x y/n

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storywriter12 · 2 days

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What nicknames do they call you🥰

Rick:he will call you:baby, sweetheart, snuggle bug, and bunny

Daryl:he will call you:mine, hunny, sweetheart

Negan:he will call you:baby, his girl,doll, sexy, kitten,bun and gorgeous

Simon:he will call you:beautiful, boo, peanut, kitten,baby, lovely, cutie and wifey

Glenn:he will call you:babe, beautiful, angel, marshmallow,love,his,boo, cute and honey bee

Abraham:he will call you:tough lady, little one (because you are a lot smaller than him) baby, hot stuff and dear

Paul rovia “jesus “ he will call you : sunshine, pookie, baby boo, sassy (only when you are being sassy to gregory), pudding, cutie bear and snuggles

Dwight:what he calls you: baby,my love, twinky, pretty one, baby girl, beautiful, the one and sweetness

King ezekiel:he will call you:Queen, treasure, his rose, love, baby, beautiful, my lady and sweetie

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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 4 months

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me in me and my friends zombie apocalypse AU! original tempelate

#friends #original art #zombie apocalypse #crumb #cuptoast #me and ew club #ethan winters club...

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eeriezoundz · 3 months

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Infection au: Pinkie!

#mlp #fanart #my little pony #pinkie pie #mlp infection #mlp virus #mlp infection au #zombie apocalypse #she would not get infected guys

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verkomy · 1 month

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(tlou au) never thought I’d ever draw thorin with a 🔫 but my hyperfixations take me to strange places

#bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #thilbo #the hobbit #lotr #tolkien #tlou #the last of us #zombie apocalypse #fanart #my art #verkomy #verkomy 2024

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xgermankittycatx · 18 days

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tommy, techno and ranboo expression sheets for the zombie apocalypse au :] (sorry for posting so much zombie apocalypse au stuff, it's all for my portfolio so i just thought i'd share some of that art with you all :'DD I swear i'm gonna draw more merlin stuff as soon as i've finished the portfolio!! :D)

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paradoxicalloopy · 1 month

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I cant tell what my life is anymore. Im not kidding but the ibispaint tools have burned themself into my screen.

#tw gun #fanart #zombie cleo #my art #zombie cleo fanart #zombiecleo #zombiecleo fanart #mcyt #ethoslab #etho fanart #zombie apocalypse #Gun wow :0

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wizard-email · 1 year

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I don't want to add god's longest addition to the would you survive an apocalypse?' poll, but I do actually have an absolutely fallproof plan for the zombie apocalypse. It doesn’t matter what kind of zombies there are & it has exactly (2) steps:

1. Drive to the nearest National Trust proparty

2. win

This is the result of a very lengthy (and completely serious) discussion with my sister so let me break it down for you.

Benefit 1: EVERYTHING'S THERE

For those of you who don't live in the UK (or don't have parents with exactly 1 idea for a family trip ever), all National Trust proparties are broadly speaking exactly the same.

There's a big rich person's house & the courtyard is always converted into a little picnic area containing a combination gift shop/booking desk; a cafe and a secondhand bookshop. The gift shop has like a 60% chances to contain basic gardening tools and a little section for seeds & bulbs.

I won't list their standardised cafe menu (that I do in fact have memorised), but it's pretty good & more importantly most of it is made or at least finished on site. If they rationed, a small group could live off National Trust cornish pasties, scones & gift shop fudge for a month or two I think <3

Here's a list of things that are might be there but aren't 100% guaranteed:

- Kitchen garden

- Fish pond

- Livestock (usually chickens, sometimes pigs or bees)

- Medieval armour (fuck ya'll with guns but I would take a pike over having to worry about ammunition any day)

- Horses and functioning stable

- Forests cultivated for the purpose of deer hunting

John McRichman's gun/archery collection

- Lake

Benefit 2: FUCKING!! CASTLE!!

??? Where do I start???

1. These things are so easy to defend it's laughable.

I'm sure we all know about spiral staircases being designed to maximise cover for a right handed person during sieges but it's more than that ??? 18th century rich people loved to make their estates look as big, impressive & isolated as possible & they did this by surrounded their houses on all sides with several hundred metres of flat, open grass with thick trees on the edges to block out the horizon.

- Nothing can see you

- No loud noises will be within earshot of anything close to civilisation

- Any zombies that DO somehow show up can be picked off at a distance whether they know how to run or not

- Litterally there are so many little towers & secret rooms & shit how do you even manage to fuck up enough to die here like I would actually be impressed

- ALSO the edge of the estate is usually also walled off and/or fenced & gated, so there's no chance of anything wandering in by accident

2. All the older infrastructure is designed pre-electricity so you'll still be able to have a shower when the power grid inevitably explodes or something

3. You get to sleep in one of those huge 4-poster beds with all the fun embroidery and silk pillows

4. Idk the massive lawn can be converted into a farm if the apocalypse goes on long enough

Genuinely I think my quality of life would actually improve?? and that's just with what's already there - if there was time to pick up some supplies beforehand me & my buddies would just be hanging out. literally what apocalypse im eating scones xoxo

#jesus this was long #psa #zombie apocalypse

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froznwater · 15 days

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some zombie apocalypse au stuff

the opening scene in my private au is everyone helping cut off izzys arm :)

#total drama #total drama island #td noah #td courtney #td izzy #td mk #total drama izzy #total drama noah #total drama courtney #total drama mk #tw blood #zombie apocalypse #zombie #zombie au

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gotyourbibleandyourgun · 14 days

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#abandoned #gothic americana #dark americana #americana #post apocalypse #post apocalyptic #apocalypse #zombie #zombie apocalypse #the last of us #southern aesthetic #southern goth aesthetic #southern gothic

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one-time-i-dreamt · 10 months

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I was in a zombie apocalypse and when I finally got bit, it cured my social anxiety.

#dream #zombie apocalypse #apocalypse tw #zombie #zombies #horror #zombies tw #zombie tw #bite #cure #social anxiety #anxiety

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bodhrancomedy · 4 months

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So. Zombies rot, right? At least traditionally dead ones do. So really, you have a couple of years before a zombie apocalypse would blow over mostly on its own, especially if you managed to quarantine the area.

So what if you wrote a TV show around the premise of a band of survivors in one of these quarantine zone with the clock ticking down to Dead Day and the tragedy and horror comes from the fact you and the characters know that it’s a temporary problem and all they have to do is last, but so many other illnesses and accidents would happen and what’s happening with the government on the other end?

Just a thought.

#zombie #zombie media #dead day #zombie apocalypse

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ffwix · 1 month

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3/?

several days has past. (I just want to get to the zombie part!)

#poppy playtime #chapter 3 #art #drawing #smiling critters #dogday #comic #zombie apocalypse comic #zombie apocalypse #bleh

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