Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Zombie

G!P Lauren
G!P Hailee Steinfeld

"Faster, Lauren." I spoke, our moans growing louder as the woman sped up her thrusts.

"God, fuck I'm gonna cum..." Lauren tried to keep quiet, gripping my hips.

I brought our lips together as we came, a moan leaving my lips.

She slowly pulled out when we were calm, taking off the condom and throwing it away.

She snuggled into me, making me chuckle.

"To think that we're literally in a zombie apocalypse, yet we're still fucking each other." I chuckled, stroking my partner's back.

She sighed, burying her face into my neck.

"You know I can't resist you." She admitted.

"What are we going to do when we find Camila?"

Lauren groaned at this.

"Lauren, she's your wife." I spoke, sitting up.

"I know that, Y/N. But it's unlikely we'll find her. Don't go." She wrapped her arm around my waist, making me sigh and relax into her arms.

"But what if she's still out there, Lauren. Wouldn't you want to at least be there to save her. Regardless if you're still in love with her or not, she's the mother of your child." I spoke, making Lauren sigh.

"Okay, we won't call off the search." I nodded and she brought a kiss to my lips.

"But I love you, not her." I nodded my head and we spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.

In the morning we got dressed and I armored up to continue the search.

Demi took some of my blood like she usually did because I was the only one willing to let her experiment with it.

Lauren stayed and cared for the children while me and a couple other people went on a search to find other survivors.

"Promise me you'll be careful." She grabbed my arm before I could leave.

"I promise, baby." I left a loving kiss on her lips before dropping to my knees to say goodbye to Lance.

"Mommy no leave." I sighed at this, pushing his hair away from his face.

"I have to, baby boy. I have to find your Mama, okay? Be good for your daddy. I promise I'll bring you something back." He nodded and both of them watched me leave through the gates.

"We're out of the territory, over." I spoke into the walky-talky to the woman in charge of the radio.

"Okay, be careful. There's a hoard just south of the border. Head north, over."

"Will do, over." I spoke, the people following me.

There were countless of dead zombies on the ground from our previous encounters.

"Demi, come in. How is the east side looking?" I asked, looking in the direction we hadn't gone in yet.

"It's clear from the aerial view, but we can't risk it, over. Why?"

"There's footprints."

"Y/N, there's footprints every-"

"A child's footprints, Demi." I squatted down, running my fingers over the tracks.

"Y/N we can't risk it, don't."

"Let's listen to Demi." One of the group members spoke.

"Yeah. It's too dangerous."