Bitter Murmur | Abby Anderson x Male Reader

Chapter 21

Y/N's heart felt like it was in his throat, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. "No," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "They did. I...I didn't want to."

He took a step towards her, his hand outstretched. "Abby, I swear, I didn't mean to-"

But before he could finish, she was on him, her fists flying in a blur of motion. The first hit landed on his jaw, the second on his stomach, winding him. The whispers in his head grew louder, a cacophony of anger and betrayal that mirrored his own. He stumbled backward, trying to defend himself, but she was relentless, her eyes wild with a rage that seemed to consume her.

"How dare you!" she screamed, each word a knife that sliced through the air. "How dare you threaten me like that!"

He stumbled backward, trying to dodge her blows, the pain in his body a painful contrast to the warmth that had filled him just moments before. "Abby, please," he gasped, raising his arms to protect his face. "I didn't mean it. I swear."

Her fists rained down on him, each impact a reminder of the power she had over him. The whispers in his head grew quieter, a begrudging acknowledgment of her strength. He could see the fear in her eyes, the fear that he had almost given in to the whispers, almost taken her life. The whispers grew more frantic, a desperate bid to regain control, but Y/N was determined to fight them.

He ducked under her swing, catching her wrist in his hand. With a twist of his own anger, he pinned her arm behind her back, pushing her against the wall. She grunted in pain, her body arching as she tried to break free. "Stop!" he shouted, his voice a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hut.

But she was relentless, her legs kicking out at his shins, her teeth snapping at his face. "Get off me, you psycho!" she spat, her eyes wild with rage.

Y/N's grip tightened, his own anger flaring at her accusations. "You don't understand," he ground out, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding her still.

"Understand what?" she snarled, her breath hot against his neck. "That you're a fucking monster?"

Y/N's grip on her wrist tightened, the pain a hit contrast to the warmth of her body pressed against his. "No," he growled, the whispers in his head a cacophony of anger and desperation. "That I'm trying to save us both."

Abby's struggles grew more intense, her eyes burning with a fierce determination that matched his own. "Save us?" she spat. "By trying to kill me?"

Y/N felt the whispers in his head retreat, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He knew he had to make her understand, had to show her that he was still the man she had come to trust. "They're getting stronger," he repeated, his voice strained with effort. "They wanted me to, but I didn't want to."

Her eyes searched his, the anger slowly fading into something that looked like horror. "But you still almost did, you fucker!" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Y/N felt the weight of her accusation, the whispers in his head a mournful echo of her words. "I know," he murmured, his grip on her wrist loosening slightly. "But I didn't. I won't."

Her eyes searched his, the rage in them slowly giving way to something that looked suspiciously like fear. "What are we going to do?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Y/N took a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "We need to get out of here," he said, his voice tight with urgency. "Away from all the walkers."

Abby nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Where?" she asked, her voice still thick with anger.

Y/N's mind raced, the whispers in his head a frantic jumble of suggestions and warnings. "Somewhere safe," he said, his voice tight. "Somewhere we can figure this out without them..."

Abby's eyes searched his, the fear slowly being replaced by a cold, hard determination. "I won't let you become one of them," she said, her voice firm.

Y/N's heart pounded in his chest, the whispers growing frantic in his mind. "I'm not," he insisted, his grip on her wrist loosening even more. "But we can't stay here. We need to find a place where we can be safe."

Abby's eyes searched his, the anger in them slowly receding. "Okay," she said, her voice tight. "We'll leave at dawn."

Y/N nodded, feeling the whispers in his head retreat slightly at the promise of action. He stepped back, releasing her arm and watching as she rubbed the spot where he had held her. The tension in the room was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse in time with their heartbeats.

"My weapons," she said, her voice firm, her eyes never leaving his.

Y/N nodded, understanding the unspoken challenge in her tone. He reached down to the corner of the room, where he had thrown the knife in a fit of frustration, and picked it up, holding it out to her hilt first. The whispers in his head grew restless, a swarm of angry bees demanding to be heard. But he ignored them, focusing instead on the woman in front of him, the woman who had come to mean so much more to him than a mere alliance.

As soon as the knife was in her hand, she didn't hesitate. With a swift, violent motion, she brought it up and plunged it into his side, the blade sinking deep. The pain was immediate and intense, a searing fire that burned through him like a bolt of lightning. He staggered back, the whispers in his head erupting into a frenzied screech that seemed to fill his entire being.

Through the haze of agony, he could see the look of horror on her face, the realization of what she had done. But it was too late. The whispers grew louder, a cacophony of rage that seemed to drown out the world around him. He felt his knees buckle, the strength draining from his legs as he stumbled backward, the knife still lodged in his side. "Why?" he managed to gasp, the word barely audible above the din in his head.