yanderes x reader [scent of the dead]

[R/D]chapter thirty seven: flirting or freezing...?

(Y/n) POV, minutes before Toby~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Running, thats all ive done so far, i cant set up camp...i see her face, i can still hear her, why did i let her talk me into this...she could be dead...

"Fucking hell..."
I mumble, before clutching my stomach...im so fucking hungry..

If i dont find food, ill starve...then if cher really is alive, i would let her down...wheres food...?

"Fucking...cher...i shouldve stayed..."
I mumble, walking the streets, my ears pick up a feint sound...cans, it sounds like something moving a lot of cans, maybe if i follow it...ill find food.

I stumble towards the sound, pulling up my hood and grabbing a gun cher gave me...one bullet left, i never used it, i was always afraid id need it later.

"Hello? If anyone wants to jump out at me, I'd gladly accept some sort of distraction from my stomache...!"
A voice calls out, i roll my eyes, readying my gun...this may be the only chance i have to eat for the rest of the week, i need to make sure i do it right.

Cher isnt here to protect me anymore, its up to me to keep myself alive...ill meet her at Denver..

"Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air."
I say, cocking my gun beside his head.

"I-im unarmed...I come from a group, we just got split apart, the rose group..."
The boy says, shaking like a leaf.

"Rose group? Ah, you're that group across Pennsylvania I've been told of, an all kid group? I wonder why you fell down so easily."
I say, cher told me about that group, a team of children...they had no chance, poor kids.

"Yeah yeah, can I get up now?"
The boy asks.

"Depends, are you gonna stab me with some hidden shank?"
I ask.

"No...!"
The boy says, i think for a second, before sighing and taking my gun away from his head.

"Alright, get up."
I say, the boy gets up and turns around, staring at me...why the hell is he not running?

"Alright, now, did you find any food?"
I ask.

"Uh-n-no! I was looking for some when..."
The boy stops mid sentence, motioning to me.

"Fuck, los muertos keep pushing me further off from my path..."
I say.

"Path?"
The boy mumbles.

"Ever heard of denver?"
I ask, going over to a box and pushing around the cans, looking for a heavy one.

"Denver Colorado?"
The boy asks.

"Yeah, there's rumors going around that theres a giant safe zone there, with people and children holding up there."
I say.

"Wow...could I go with you?"
The boy asks, i stop for a second, i pull a gun to his head, and he wants to follow me? Hes...and odd boy.

"Sorry dude, i travel alone, have for a while now."
I say, i shouldnt bring someone along, Cher could get pissed about it.

"Aw man..."
The boy mumbles, i feel guilt for a second, but the second i grab a can that feels heavy, that changes into happiness.

"Aha! Jackpot!"
I yell, jumping up with a can of food, the boy stares at me, and i can hear his stomache growling loudly in the large building, making me stop and look at him.

"How...how long has it been since you've eaten?"
I ask.

"Ever since I got split up, I've mostly been running, so...a while."
The boy says, the feeling turns back to guilt, i sigh and walk up to him with the can, holding it out to him, he looks at my arm, but doesnt take the can.

"Take it."
I say, the boy looks at me in surpise.

"You sure...?"
He asks.

"I ate yesterday."
I lie.

"I'm Tobias, but you can call me Toby."
Toby says, i smile a little...hes too trusting for his own good.

"(Y/n), my names (y/n)."
I say.

Flashback over~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We all meet downstairs, it looks like Olivers kept his plan to seal us in, the windows are boarded and theres chairs and chouches blocking the door....that'll be hell to take care of when we leave.

"We found the kitchen, and it looks seemingly un-touched, it was locked...theres pudding and chips and shit like that, so im pretty sure it isnt expired."
Toby says.

"Hey, wheres sam?"
I ask.

"He...said he was gonna check out the roof and go to bed, i guess he was trying to impress the group...i saw him go up to the rooms though, so he's probably asleep already."
Toby says.

"So, most of the rooms have two beds, whos sleeping with who?"
Oliver asks.

"Noah can sleep with you, Conny sleeps with Toby, Sam is already asleep somewhere, so i guess we'll just look for him in the morning."
I say, River clears their throat.

"Er....whaddabout me?"
River asks.

"You can sleep with me, i need help cleaning off the beds anyway."
I say, River Freezes again.

"A-ah, alright then, y-yer in good han-not that way! fehkin hell, im burnin'..."
River mumbles, covering their face again.

"Alright tomato boy, Go the hell to sleep, c'mon infected."
Oliver says, grabbing Noah's arm and dragging him.

"First one up there picks the bed!"
Conny says.

"Oh no you dont!"
Toby yells, both of them run up the stairs, laughing along...nice to see Toby acting like his age, none of us have the time to in this world.

"Alright, let's go before one of them try to take me backpack, i left it in that one room we we're searchin'."
River says, i nod.

We make it to the room we were in before, clothes still sprung out, and just like they said, Rivers backpack is on one of the beds.

"I havent slept on a bed since i was crawlin'."
River says, chuckling at their joke.

I flop to the bed, taking off my jacket and boots, it feels so soft...

"Already tired are ya?"
River whispers, i turn over and see them staring at me from their bed.

"Good sleep always evades me...but this bed is too soft not to nap until....forever."
I say.

"Im glad ya didnt kick me to the curb, i thought you and yer team would've been pissed i tried to arrow one of ya."
River says.

"You seemed trustworthy, and you still do."
I say, River smiles and puts the pillow over their face.

"Yer killin' meeee...!"
River says through the muffled pillow voice.

"Ah...im so tired...goodnight River."
I say, lying my head on the pillow, dozing off into my dreams.

River POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"...its you, ya asked me who my favorite was....i came along cause of you...i hope yer not gonna kick me out anytime soon."
I say, smilin' at (y/n) sleepin'...they're nice, I'll give them that...im gonna like stayin' around this group.