Dabi x Reader
Dealing with the apocalypse was one thing, but dealing with one of the most stubborn zombies in existence? That's a whole new field of what in the ever loving fuck I'm actually never getting paid for this. That wasn't (Y/N)'s situation at the moment, but holy hell it would be soon. They kept an eye on Dabi as he took care of his wounds, helping him whenever he reluctantly asked them to. He pulled his shirt back over his head when he was done bandaging himself up, then made eye contact with (Y/N), "you wanna watch some of those old movies we loved to marathon?" That made them ease up a bit, nodding as they watched him pull their tablet out from their bag. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked as he positioned himself next to them, the tablet sharing both of their laps as he opened the Netflix app. "You know exactly what I wanna watch Dabi, it's always the first one we watch in our marathons!" He grinned as he looked up the movie, "you know, Train to Busan feels too real now." (Y/N)'s eye's widened as they thought on it, "oh god it is too real... I still wanna watch it though." Dabi nodded as he flipped the switch to the lights, making the room go pitch in an instant. It made (Y/N) feel tense, unease filled their entire being as Dabi pressed play. They tried to ignore it as they watched Train to Busan, holding Dabi's hand to ease their tenseness. Once it got to the hour mark, Dabi shifted the tablet to their lap, excusing himself to the bathroom in the safe house. They were by themselves, alone with their thoughts, the sounds from the movie and the groans of the infected outside... and inside? That made (Y/N) freeze up instantly, pausing the movie. The groan was heard once again... inside, it was fucking inside. Wait, it was only (Y/N) and Dabi inside, so that meant... (Y/N) grabbed their metal bat, ready to face off against Dabi if it had to come to that. Slowly opening the bathroom door, (Y/N) was met with Dabi crouched to the floor. His mouth stitches were ripped open, blood oozing from the newly opened wounds and blood gushing up from his throat as he vomited his life force away. That's how the infection made its' presence known, divinely killing the victim before bringing them back to life mindless. Tears rolled down (Y/N)'s face as they pulled Dabi to them, throwing their bat back to the other room as they let him lean against them, him quivering and choking on groans of pain. He gripped their pant leg like a lifeline as the life seeped out of him, he started to slump more against them, getting his blood on their shirt as he started shaking violently. His grip was still strong, even if (Y/N) could tell he was loosening that same grip as time went on. Dabi was fully leaning against them, all tucked in their lap as the last of his blood oozed out of his mouth, his face tucked away from the now harsh light of the sun. (Y/N) idly ran their fingers through his hair as his breathing slowed, as his heart slowed to a stop. It was then (Y/N) broke down, clutching onto Dabi's corpse as they sobbed to the sky. "You mother fucker! You could've taken anyone, anything, and you go and take what kept me going in he life you took from us!!" They screamed out as they laid in the large pool that was Dabi's blood, ready to die by the teeth of the slowly reviving mass of rotting flesh that was Dabi. They soon fell asleep after a few moments, unaware of the slowly waking man in their arms.
It felt like days had gone by when (Y/N) opened their eyes again. Carefully shifting, they cringed as sticky, drying blood peeled off them as they fully sat up. Blood stuck to their hair as they looked around the bathroom, blinking their blurry vision away. Looking down at themselves, their heart seemingly stopped at the missing presence of Dabi. Quickly getting up, they ran out of the bathroom, careful not to slip in the puddle. They directed their gaze to Dabi's bag and their eyes widened when they saw him eating what food he had in there. He stopped eating when he noticed (Y/N)'s eyes were on him, then picked himself up. He stalked over to them, towering over as he gave them a confused look, well as confused as he could be with those glazed blues of his. (Y/N) lifted their hand to his cheek and he nuzzled into it, purring softly. The two took this time to appreciate each other's presences before (Y/N) got their bag back onto their back. "Come on, get your bag, let's get going." They mumbled as they lifted his bag up to him, assisting him in getting it on his shoulders. Taking his hand in theirs, (Y/N) started to walk until they were pulled back by force alone. "H-huh?" They looked back at Dabi and frowned, "Come on! We need to go now so we can get to our next destination by sun down." They tugged on his hand gently, urging him to move, and yet he didn't budge. This ticked (Y/N) off, and they forcefully tugged on his arm as they shouted, not caring if other infected heard them, "Come on, you burnt hunk of rotten flesh!" Dabi grinned then slowly started limping after them. (Y/N) smiled softly, then stopped when they saw his mouth, "Oh fuck, shit I forgot those came out. Dabi, sit for me, impromptu stitching coming up." He touched his mouth, the staples out and gone. Sitting down on a stump, he allowed (Y/N) to stitch his wounds shut, then stood up after they finished their job. Taking their hand once more, Dabi grumbled as they guided him away from the old safe house. "Oh shut up, I'll see if we can get slushees later." (Y/N) replied as the two got to the highway. Dabi knew it was going to be a long trip, but he had (Y/N) so it was fine.
(Another zombie story, sorry)
