corpse husband imagines

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(the dog is canon now, no cap)

corpse laid on the couch, all you did was go to the grocery store, but clearly, the dog had very emotional and physically drained him.

cookie (its a basic ass name leave me alone plz) was still bouncing around biting on corpse black sweatshirt, pulling on it.
you came into the house and cookie ran up to you jumping onto your legs
"corpse, honey I'm home," you said putting the groceries on the kitchen counter and picking up the brown dog.

"I'm in here and I'm fuking dying" he laughed hearing the smile in his voice from the living room
"What happened, baby?" you asked walking into the living room, he smiled at you trying to sit up but just leaning against a pillow.
"the dog has emotional drained me" he laughed as you helped him up to sit up.

"I can tell." you smiled rubbing his upper back, placing the dog in your lap, "maybe I should take the dog to the grocery store next time"

"no you don't have to" he smiled "all she needs is to be tired" you giggled resting your head on his chest, smiling as he laid against the pillow.
he slowly started to play with your hair, patting your head.

"don't let your arm die"
"I won't I promise"