APOCALYPSE RISING CrushXReader scenario

Chapter 2: Surviving

After about a week of the apocalypse we were all pretty well adjusted. We made a list of chores we needed to do and things we needed to get. Our go-to run people are Wyatt and Riley because they're the fastest. C/n volunteered to go, because he's really fast too, but I pulled him aside and told him how worried I would be when he went on runs, so he agreed he'd only go on them when I came with, following his statement with a sweet kiss to the cheek.

Things were going so great, we hadn't thought about how much noise we were making.

I fluttered my dry eyes open and looked dreamily at the handsome guy I had next to me, snoring and drooling a bit. I giggled softly, not wanting to wake him. I kissed his cheek, carefully sneaking out of the bed.

I walked happily into the kitchen, reaching into the generator-run fridge to grab some eggs, milk, and cheese. I put some butter in a pan to melt, adding the other ingredients afterward. The guys haven't had a big breakfast in awhile. Might as well surprise them.

I grabbed a can of Bacon SPAM and cut it up, adding it to the eggs and dishing up the food onto six different plates. I poured some glasses of orange juice and a glass of milk for myself before waking up the guys.

Wyatt's POV
"Wyatt?" She said, leaning in closer to me. I placed my hand on her cheek, nearly closing the gap between us. Just before I could, my eyes shot open to the feeling of being shaken.

"Wyatt, wake up," I saw Y/n standing above me, smiling at me. As soon as I saw her, I covered my (probably) blushing face, noticing the smell of delicious food.

"What is it? Are you okay?" I asked, attempting to rub the sleep from my brown eyes.

"Of course I'm fine. Breakfast is ready," she smiled, tilting her head. "I was gonna ask if you could wake up the other guys?" She played with her fingers, looking down. I smiled at how cute she was.

"Of course," I threw the covers away from my hips, slowly standing up and stretching.

"Thank you," she lightly wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I placed a hand on her back before she walked out of the room.

I yelled at Riley and Logan, accidentally waking them up in a panic.

"Are there growlers?!"

"Is Y/n okay?!"

"Where. The fuck. Is my gun."

"Guys, everything is fine. She just wanted me to wake you up for breakfast," I laughed, throwing Riley his shirt. "I don't think she would stay her own color if you walked in there showing off your six pack." He grabbed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"She wouldn't care, she likes C/n," he shook his head, trying to wake himself up. My chest tightened at the words.

"Yeah but if you haven't noticed, she gets flustered pretty easily," I shrugged. He nodded.

"Damn that smells good," Logan mumbled, sleepily walking out of the room.

"LOGANLOGANLOGAN," Riley and I yelled, practically in unison. He turned to look at us quizzically. "YOU NEED MORE THAN YOUR BOXERS," I stated.

He looked down, eyes widening. "Oh... that would've been embarrassing."

I left the room and walked upstairs to get Jamie and Preston, who got up much easier than Logan and Riley.

As we walked into the kitchen, the smells of delicious scrambled eggs and bacon hit our noses. Y/n was standing next to the stove, flipping pancakes. Man, she does look cute in that tee shirt and those shorts. I just wish it was my shirt.