Bitter Murmur | Abby Anderson x Male Reader

The End

Their bodies moved together, a dance of love and horror that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. Her rotted skin felt surprisingly smooth, the coldness of her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body that seemed to muffle the cries of the damned. He held onto her, feeling her ribs shift beneath his grip as he thrust into her, the whispers urging him deeper, faster. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in a passion that had survived beyond the grave.

Sophie's eyes never left his, a fierce hunger in her gaze that seemed to burn through the decay. Her hips met his thrusts with an eagerness that belied her condition, the whispers growing more frenzied with each movement. The smell of decay filled his nostrils, a heady scent that only served to heighten his desire. He could feel the whispers growing stronger, their power coalescing around them like a dark aura.

Their union was violent and desperate, a testament to the love that had survived the end of the world. The whispers grew louder, their voices a symphony of lust and longing that seemed to resonate with every beat of his heart. His hands roamed her body, feeling the familiar curves that had haunted his dreams, the coldness of her skin only adding to the intensity of their passion.

Her teeth grazed his neck, the sharpness a stark contrast to the softness of her decaying lips. He felt his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the whispers' hunger for release. The whispers grew more insistent, their power surging through him, a dark tide that threatened to overwhelm them both. "I-I'm close, Sophie..." he groaned as he kept thrusting into her.

Sophie's body trembled beneath him, her movements becoming erratic as the whispers grew more frenzied. Her eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream of ecstasy that seemed to echo across the battlefield. The whispers grew so loud that Y/N could almost see them, a swirling maelstrom of spectral forms that danced around their entwined bodies.

With a final, desperate thrust, he climaxed, his body arching as he filled her with his warmth. The whispers reached a crescendo, their power surging through him like a storm. He felt her bite down on his neck, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure that washed over him. But instead of the cold, lifeless grip he had expected, he felt a warm pulse of life, a sudden rush of color that seemed to wash away the greyscale world around them. "Sophie...you...you bit me...". He groaned as he gently collapsed on top of her as she began stroking his hair.

Her eyes remained fixed on him, a fierce love burning in the depths of her soul. "Yes," she murmured, her voice still a chilling echo of the dead. "But not to take your life, my love. To give you back yours."

Y/N felt a sudden warmth spread through his body, the whispers retreating to the edges of his mind as color bled back into the world around him. He looked down at her, the horror of their situation giving way to a tentative hope. "What do you mean?"

Sophie's smile grew wider, the decay momentarily forgotten. "The whispers...they showed me. If we can maintain this bond, if you can keep your humanity, the infection won't claim you." Her hand, still cold and decayed, reached up to caress his cheek. "We can be together, Y/N. Like we were before."

The world around them grew hazy as the whispers retreated, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of desperate hope. He could feel the warmth of her touch seeping into his skin, the gentle throb of her pulse beneath his fingertips. It was as if she had truly come back to him, the love they shared a beacon of light in the darkness. "I'd love nothing more than that, Sophie. I want to be with you, forever.

The whispers grew faint, their hunger sated by the power of their love. He felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, a feeling he hadn't experienced since before the infection had claimed the world. As he pulled away from her, the whispers grew restless again, their voices a mournful wail that seemed to echo through the air.

Y/N looked into the eyes of the walker who had once been his lover and made a decision that would forever change the course of their lives. "We'll find a way," he promised her, his voice a whisper filled with hope. "We'll find a way to live together. We deserve to live a happy life together."

Sophie's cold, decayed hand touched his face, and the warmth of her touch seemed to be a lie, a trick of the mind. Yet the whispers grew quieter, as if in acknowledgment of the power of their love. Y/N knew he had to get her to safety, to find a place where they could be alone and explore this new reality together.

He helped her to her feet, her legs wobbly, and they stumbled away from the carnage of the WLF base, hand in hand. The whispers grew distant, a faint echo that seemed almost comforting in the silence of the early dawn. They found a small, abandoned cabin on the outskirts of the city, a place where they could hide from the world and the whispers that had come to define their existence.

In the dim light of the cabin, she claimed she had a confession to make. Her voice was soft, the humanity in her words a stark contrast to the harshness of their reality. Y/N braced himself, the whispers in his mind a cacophony of anticipation. He knew it couldn't be good, not after everything they had been through, but he had to hear it. He had to understand.

"The whispers," she began, her eyes never leaving his, "they're me, Y/N. They're always been me." He stared at her, the revelation hitting him like a punch to the gut. It couldn't be true, could it? The whispers that had tormented him, that had led him down this dark path of vengeance and pain, were the echoes of his own love for her?

He felt a strange mix of anger and relief wash over him. If it was true, then he wasn't a monster. The whispers weren't a curse, but a part of her that had reached out to him across the void of death. "You used them to lead me to you didn't you?" he managed to ask, his throat tight with emotion."

Sophie nodded, her eyes filled with tears that pooled in the hollow sockets of the decaying walker. "I had to," she said, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession. "When I turned, I knew I couldn't just leave you. I had to find a way to stay with you, to help you, to be with you."

Y/N stared at her, the weight of her words heavy on his chest. He had killed for her, lost himself in the whispers, and here she was, standing before him, a living embodiment of his love. "It's okay," he murmured, pulling her closer. "It's worth it, all of it, if it means I get to be with you."

Her eyes searched his, a glimmer of hope shining through the decay. Relieved that he wasn't mad at her, she pulled him into a passionate kiss, her cold, rotten lips moving against his with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I love you," he whispered into her mouth, the words tasting of the sweetest victory.

Her response was muffled by the fervency of their kiss, but he felt it in the way she clung to him, in the desperation of her grasp. Her cold, dead flesh was a stark reminder of the price they had paid for this moment, but the love in her eyes was as warm and alive as ever. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice a gentle breeze amidst the silence of the cabin.

The End