The blood on his hands [Levi x Reader]

Chapter 3

"So what do you guys call them?" You asked quietly as you got your share of food.

"What do you mean?" Levi asked, sitting down next to you.

"The... Things. I've heart it all. Walkers, infected, even plain old zombies."

"Hollows. We call them hollows because of the look in their eyes, like they don't have a soul anymore."

"Who came up with the idea? It's quite unusual."

"Sasha. A girl rather obsessed with food."

You let out a light chuckle as you started on your meal.

Both of you ate in silence untill Levi spoke, worry burried deep in his voice. "How'd you get the bruises and the scars?"

Your head shot up at the question before looking back down at your food. "I was out there alone. most of the time i had to fight of the in- hollows. Nobody watches your back you know. The scars are from a while before this shit from a car crash."

"And you weren't bit?"

"I like to think i have a little guardian angel up there." You chuckled.

It was ice cold trought the entire prison building but you didn't complain, this was better than having to wander around in fear.

But hey, goddamn goosebumps.

What Levi's reaction was to noticing the goosebumps wasn't something you expected. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you towards him.

"W-what are you doing?" You asked wide-eyed.

"You're cold, aren't you?."

You nodded a little, accepting the heat.