━━━━━━━━ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧
- in which y/n and her friends
try surviving in a man eating
world filled with walkers.
☾ | jean x fem!reader
⎯apocalyptic au/crackfic
lowercase intended + long chapters
!! tw extremely cri...
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the sun shone through the thin crimson curtains, beaming through the small gaps as the light glint over your resting face. stirring in discomfort, you flicker your eyes open. you slightly shifted from your position but found yourself stuck in place.
you slowly turned your head, only to remember who you had fallen asleep next to. you let out a heavy sigh as you register jean had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
his face was buried in your messy hair, feeling his breath tickle your neck. a shiver went down your spine and whole body, feeling a little strange.
you quickly forced your way out of his grip, sitting up flustered. you looked up to the bed beside you. connie and sasha were tangled together, snoring soundly.
you made your way downstairs, you note the lack of light due to the furniture blocking off every door and window. the place looked like chaos, everything was out of place.
entering the kitchen, you looked through the cabinets, noticing there wasn't anything particular to eat, mostly condiments and other kitchen items.
you checked the refrigerator only to find it dark, you speculated the power must've been cut off last night. you reached for the milk container to see if it was still drinkable.
"mornin' dear."
startled, you jumped resulting to spill a bit of the white liquid, you sigh as you turned with milk in hand.
"you love scaring me, don't ya?" you said, as you rose your eyebrows. "maybe give me a warning next time, 'kay?"
"you're just so on edge all the time." jean laughed, glancing at the item you held before veering to the floor.
"oh. sorry about that." he gestured to the spilled area. "whatever, i don't think we can drink it anyway."
"i heard some weird noises last night," connie entered the kitchen, stumbling a bit from just being woken up, "i sincerely hope you two didn't fuck because what the hell..."
jean choked as you let out a sigh, "i can reassure you we didn't do shit."
"those damn walkers... freaky as fuck." you jested, "they have no shame..."
connie laughed, half comedically half concerned over your comment. "but for real, if that was you guys i'm seriously concerned."
"connie, unfortunately it wasn't us, okay?" jean cleared his throat, "besides i—"
"i've got evidence that says otherwise," connie held his camera, showing us the bright screen. it was an image of you and jean. on the floor. sleeping. while jean cuddled close to you.
"what the fuck." jean gawked at the image, "i was not that close to y/n..."
"you were legit on top of me..." you admit as you looked up at the tall, now nervous, boy.
