Minecraft Oneshots and Other Stuff

Baby Zombie X Reader (Not A Monster)

Situation

You're an excellently skilled person when it comes to surviving on your own. You still feel a little lonely sometimes and you don't like it to kill mobs.

Reader

I sat inside my house at night. The warmly glowing furnace illuminated the room around me. It stood underneath a window in a row with a big chest for my belongings and a crafting table.
To the left of me stood my bed against the wall, above it: A torch. I sat on a chair (aka oak wood stairs) and read a book. The bookshelf, I got my book from, was at the wall behind me.
Yeah, I loved reading until deep in the night.
Yawning a little I turned my head and gazed out another window to my right.
Dark night. Only the half moon shone through the black layer of clouds. It's silver light illuminated the overworld outside my window pane.
There was a stream crossing the plains biom on the right. A wooden bridge lead iver it towards my mine. To the left was the edge of an oak forest with tall old trees to be seen.
The night appeared to become a quiet one....
Did I say quiet? Screw it. A bunch of Zombies appeared on the meadow.
Oof. They'll probably bother me the whole night....., I thought.
Normal people would simply grab a sword and finish these zombies for sleep's sake. But not me... Strangely I didn't like the thought of taking their lives away. Yeah, I know they've technically died already, but I guess you know what I mean.
I always had to ask me the question: Would I like someone doing this to me? And then I always get a bad conscience. I mean, come on!
Aren't they just like me? With hopes and dreams? A future they want to achieve? Probably even a family?
I sighed. I was pretty passive in front of them. Like an enderman would act towards a human. As long as they don't bother me, I don't bother them.
My passivity probably caused the zombie group to not to approach my door, even though they were pretty close.
Then I suddenly caught a glimpse of movement at the edge of the dark forest. Wanting to take a closer look I put my book aside, stood up and went over to the other window, where I had a better look of the forest.
I narrowed my eyes at the small shadowy figure, which stumbled against a tree trunk.
Maybe the being was hurt? Should I help them? Well, it won't do them or me much bad to check out the situation, right?
I sighed, knowing that I will check it out that or that way.
I kneeled down in front of my chest. It's lid opened with a squeaky sound. I shoved a few bandages aside and grabbed a torch and a sword, just in case.
Standing back up, I walked over to my door and exited my house.
The cool night's air blew against my face. Oddly it wasn't exactly cold, but it was this kind of fresh, that just didn't feel cold, but not warm either.
The door closed behind me with a clicking sound.
Said sound made the zombie group turn their heads into my direction.
They narrowed their eyes at me. I shyly waved. They just shrugged it off and continued what seemed to be a conversation. Thankfully.
Sighing, I raised my torch a little higher to see more of my surroundings. I turned left and walked towards the spot, where I last saw the small figure. Because I was walking over a meadow, I had to keep great care about where I set my feet. The ground was uneven and the moisty grass slippery.
I don't want to trip and maybe even hurt my ankle....
Eventually I made it to the forest.
The wind rustled in the tree's branches and leaves. The silent sound of wood creaking filled the air. And something else.
I scrunched my nose. The metallic smell of blood has never been pleasant. I looked down and there, in front of my feet laid a baby zombie... And it was hurt.
"Oh my Notch.",I mumbled and kneeled down to the poor creature.
It looked like it had one or two biting wounds. Sadly I couldn't see more. My torch was too dull.
I reached out my hand in order to gently grab the zombies shoulder to see if it's even still 'alive'. The little one suddenly whined and moved away a little. I could tell they were very scared, probably trembling.
"Shsh... It's alrigt. I'm not gonna hurt you." I tried my best to sound as gentle and friendly as possible.
Welp, I had no idea if this would work. I've never spoken to a mob before. But I hoped that at least the sound of my voice could calm the baby zombie a bit down.
Indeed it appeared to do the trick. The zombie stopped trembling and I could lay a hand on his shoulder.
He felt so terrible cold... The zombie stared at me as if trying to say: 'I don't trust you.'; his black eyes scanning my face.
I looked him over a second time. His clothes were a little torn and dirty. Additioned to his biting wounds he appeared like a pack of wolves tried to hunt him down.
What just happened to him?
I hid the torch in my inventory.
"You poor little thing. That looks bad.... Here let me help you.", I said as I picked him up.
First the little one tensed up at my touch, but soon relaxed, when he realized I meant no harm.
I started to carry him bridal style back to my house. The zombie didn't weigh more than a feather. He was so small and skinny, I kinda grew worried if he got enough to eat.
Having no torch, which was now in my inventory, I had to be extra careful. Not only could I fall, I could also drop the small being in my arms.
We passed the group of zombies in front of my door. They all raised their eyebrows when they watched me carrying their little fellow, but none of them showed sympathy for the little one, nor did they tried to help him. Strange.
I just somehow opened the door to my house (with a mixture of turning the handle with one elbow and pushing it open with my shoulder) and entered.
The door was closed by my foot.
Baby zombie looked around.
"This is my home, little one. I hope you're going to like it as long as you stay.", I murmured gently.
He turned his head to look me in the eye. His black ones meeting my (e/c) ones. My expression softened.
I carried him over to my bed and laid him down on the soft sheets.
Now with better light I could see that his wounds really were from a wolf.
I shook my head. "How could something like this happen to you?", I asked him. He just tilted his head in an adorable manner.
Smiling softly I went to my chest once more and grabbed my bandages. I also brought some water and a clean rag.
Then I started to clean the zombie's wounds, careful to not to hurt him even more. First he flinched away, but quickly understood that he needed to hold still. So I continued dabbing the dirt out of his wounds. Soon enough I was done and could move over to finally attaching the bandages.
I didn't study medicine, but even I knew how to wrap up an arm and a leg.
After that was done I could clearly see that the little zombie was tired.
I put all of my stuff away and went back to him.
He was already cuddling up into the blanket, laying on the side, about to fall asleep.
I carefully sat down on the bed beside him, the mattress shifting under my weight, and stroked his head gently.
Poor baby. What just happened to him out there? Why didn't the other zombies help him? I couldn't tell.
But I looked at his peaceful expression, when he laid there slumbering, seeming so vulnerable, and I knew that I could tell at least one thing:
"You're not a monster...."