Niall One Shots

Slip Ups

"Niall!" You scream out, running as fast as your legs are taking you. But it still it isn't enough. You heard the snarls, growls, and the scent of rotting flesh assaulted your nose.

He is just ahead of you, hand reaching back for you. "C'mon! Faster!" He gasps out. The gun was slamming against his back and his pack feeling twenty times heavier. Niall took the heavier items, giving you the lighter. But he is feeling it now. His calves burned, his lungs screamed... How the fuck did he get you two into this situation?

It was easy. Get in. Grab supplies, really whatever the two of you could get your hands on. Get out. Niall watched you sleep, his arms holding you. He didn't sleep that night. It was his watch for tonight. He had set up noise traps, just in case. But he never slept heavily... Even the wind blowing too hard would wake him up.

You were his only concern. His main concern. Your life... The most priceless thing left in this tattered world.

Even without a bath in who knows how long... Actually he did remember, you two made love in the tub. He had brought up buckets of water from the rain (after boiling them) and put them in the tub. Niall washed you first, slow and sensually. He got the favour returned before you rode him and you two enjoyed each other.

That was the last time either of you felt safe enough to let your guard down for an evening. Even shared the bed in the home. Both actually slpet.

But now, you and Niall were in the forest, surrounded by make shift wind chimes. You were the one that slept and the sun was catching your hair and highlighting the pink across your nose. You were so beautiful, even with all the death, lack of showers, and the death of society itself. You were very much alive. And very much his.

"Y/N... Wake up darling." He murmured and kiss your forehead. He had a bit of squirrel jerky left for breakfast. But there was a need for a supply run. A soft whimper comes from you and Niall watched your body stretch up a bit. You used to be so soft, so curvy. But the lack of food, proper nutrition, and constant running and walking, the softness was replaced with hardness. You were muscular, Your sunburns turned into tans. You were once fair.

Now you reflected the hard life of living out doors, the hard life that the two of you lived together. The likelihood of anything returning to normal? None. And never.

He wrapped his arms around you and he heard the growling from the distance. He sighed and kissed your forehead. "I'll be right back." He murmured and with another kiss to your forehead. He drew his knife out and approached the dead head. He slammed his knife through the skull with a crunching squealch, the reanimated life freezes and collapses.

Niall pushed his knife into the soil and pulled it out. Clean. "Baby, ya up? I need to go check the traps for breakfast. Today is our last day here before we raid the neighbourhoods. We will need our energy." His voice was soft, but knew you'd hear. Both of your ears were now attuned.

"I'm up, my love. Be safe." You called back, yawning. You stretched, sipping on the water. You packed up slowly, sighing softly. This was the part you hated but you loved. You and Niall got to pretend on occasion, that you two are simply a normal couple, living in the damned house. Then the zombies would be scratching at the door, snarling and groaning. Then it was off, supplies stuffed into your back pack, knives stuffed into boots, strapped to thighs, and runs over the back and on the hips.

Always too good to be true.

Niall came back with a squirrel. "This should last us through today and a bite of tomorrow." He nodded as he started to skin the squirrel and clean it properly.