Perfect for me (Louis x autistic reader)

Bloody hands

     You were running through the forest, walkers chasing you quite slowly, but they were gaining on you. You're not really sure what happened next but a few moments later a group of kids were standing in front of you. You glanced around, not really sure of what was happening. Dead walkers were scattered on the ground and blood was everywhere, all over the ground, the trees... and you. You hate the feel of blood, the stickiness covering your hands and arms, You look up to see a tallish kid with blonde hair, which was cut to be a mullet, the next kid was a short girl who also had blonde hair, she was holding a meat cleaver. Lastly, there was a boy with brown dreads, a trench coat, and a... chair leg??
 
   "Hey, you alright?" The blonde hair boy asked.

     You ignored his questions as your hands began to shake, there was too much to handle for you at the moment, all you could think about was the blood, the sticky and gooey blood on your hands, you want it off, get it off, off, off, off, off, off, off, OFF!! The next thing you knew you were crying. The group quickly became confused, why were you crying? They had just saved you, everything was okay now. The kid with the dreads stepped forward, watching as you stared at your hands. He realized what was happening as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.

   "Let me help."

     He grabbed your hands slowly so as to not startle you, though you quickly began to panic and tried to pull away, 'don't touch me, no touching, I don't like touching.'

   "Don't be afraid, I'm trying to help you, Can I clean the blood off your hands?"

     You hesitated but nodded, you hated being touched when things like this happen, but the blood is far worse than touching. You quickly hold your hands out, which were shaking tremendously, you just want this to be over.

     He grabbed your hands and began to gently but quickly clean off the blood. Once he had finished, everyone stayed silent, waiting for you to gather your thoughts. After a couple of minutes you had slightly calmed, still a bit shaky.

   "Uh, I'm Marlon, this is Violet," He introduced himself and the girl with the meat cleaver. "And, this is my best friend Louis."

     Louis stepped forward once again, holding his hand out. You placed your hand in his as he slowly lifted it up to his lips, kissing it softly.

   "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said in a slightly joking tone.

   "Come on Louis, don't scare her away already." Marlon spoke, at that moment stepping forward. "Are you alone?"

     You nodded as you looked at the tree behind him, causing the group to look back to see if another walker was approaching. When they had noticed there wasn't anything there they had turned back around to face you.

   "Well you seem like a nice girl, how would you feel about heading back to the school with us?" Marlon spoke in a somewhat soft voice, thought still somewhat assertive.

     You nodded once again, turning around and grabbing your backpack that you must have dropped when you had almost had a meltdown. You kneeled onto the ground, opening your backpack and quickly searching through it, after thirty seconds or so you began to panic. 'Where was she?'. After a few more seconds of searching, you found it, you pulled out a stuffed lamb, very small in size, smaller than your hand, the inside was filled with beads, making a rattling sound whenever moved. You held your lamb closely to your body, hugging her to you tightly. After a few more moments you zipped up your backpack and stood, putting the lamb in your pocket.

   "Ready to go?" Marlon inquired.

     You nodded as the four of you began to walk, the group walking slightly ahead of you, you had stayed a little behind, Louis noticing your falling behind, had started walking slower, so you could catch up to him.

   "Hey, I never got your name."

   "Y/N." You spoke quietly.

   "Well, Y/N, I think you have a beautiful name."

   "Thank you."

     You two walked for a couple minutes in silence before Louis spoke again.

   "Where are you from?"

    "Like, before all this started?"

   "Yeah, I'm from virginia."

    "I'm from Indiana."

   "How did you get all the way down here?"

    "Walked."

    "I should've guessed that, not a lot of working cars around here."

    "Where is here?"
  
    "West Virginia."

    "Oh."

     The two of you continued to walk and make somewhat small talk as you had finally approached the gate.

     "This is the school?"

    "Yeah, It was a boarding school before all of this started." Louis spoke.

      You nodded, deciding you didn't feel like talking at the moment.

The four of you walked in, everyone gathered around the gate once they had noticed you.

     "Who's the new girl?" A guy with a hand carved knife spoke, voice slightly raspy.

     "This is..." Marlon had begun speaking only stopping when he had realized he had never learned your name.

     "Y/N"

Everyone glanced at Louis who had spoken up.

     "Where did you find her?" a kid with brownish hair spoke up, he couldn't have been older than the age of twelve.

     "In the woods alone." Violet spoke

     "Is she staying here with us?" A girl with long red wavy hair asked.

     "We'll talk that through tomorrow morning." Marlon spoke.

     "Is she bit?" A girl with red hair asked, having a slight accent and the same hairstyle as Marlon.

     "I'm not bit."

Everyone turned to look at you, that's the first time you've spoken since you arrived.

     "I think we should introduce ourselves, it's the polite thing to do." A girl with a baseball cap spoke up.

     "Good idea Clem." Louis spoke. "I'm Louis, well you already knew that."

    "Welcome, It's so good to meet you." Sophie came forward and hugged you, pulling away a few seconds later. "I'm Sophie, and that's my sister Minerva." She pointed to a tall girl who began to walk towards you, geez she's tall.

      "I'm Minnie."

      "Like Minnie mouse?" You spoke, getting a bit excited.
 
     "Yeah, I guess so." Minnie chuckled before backing up with her sister, giving the other people a chance to introduce themselves.

A boy with the knife came forward next.

     "I'm Mitch." He spoke as you nodded your head.

The rest of the group introduced themselves, now knowing all their names and a little about each. Everyone had walked off to do their own thing, leaving you standing alone, now what?