Summary: You and Ellis are about to face the parish's bridge and have emotions come forward right before everything could end.
WC:836
Tags: fluff, kissing, Ellis's southern drawl, Nick being Nick, possible ooc Ellis (he's confident) Rochelle mentioned, swearing.
âYouâve got to be shitting me, thatâs our only way out!â Nick exclaimed as he threw his pistol down on the floor.
âSure looks like it, unless you got some other ideasâ Coach responded taking note of what lay beyond the door to the safe house.
Was this really it? The only way to the helicopter was across a bridge full of zombies and no guarantee that we could even pass over it on foot? This surely couldnât be the end, you turned and looked into Ellisâ eyes as both of your minds raced. He was the one in the group you had become the closest to, you were both a similar age and you couldnât help but fall for that southern drawl. It had only been 3 days since you met but with the whole world going to shit, you didnât really have time to think over the logistics of falling for the man in front of you. He was sweet; always making sure you had enough ammo and food. He was funny: always telling stories about Keith. And most importantly he was hot: with a tiny waist and full biceps capable of decapitating infected with very little effort. Those same arms had held you the past two nights.
âHowâr yew holdinâ up?â He asked tenderly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
âNot great after hearing that, if Iâm being honestâ You answered sincerely, moving your hand to his thigh.
âWeâll be alrighâ yew know thaâ right? Weâve got each other and that's all thaâ matters. Iâm not gonna let yew die out there, like that one time me anâ Keith though it would be a great idea tew-â
âNot the time Ellis, you can tell me all about Keith when we get on that chopper over the bridge.â
âYew right.â He began gathering the supplies he needed starting with more shotgun shells.
The others had already accepted what was going to happen to us. There was no guarantee that any of us would make it out alive, let alone all of us. To believe that would be wishful thinking. You looked down at your own supplies, a simple handgun, rifle and kitana, not much but it had gotten you this far.Through everything.
From meeting the group while scrambling to get on top of the hotel roof and being left for dead. Through amusement parks, swamps and sugar mills. Against monstrosities you never could have dreamt up. Meeting another group of survivors and plenty of dead ones. Finding solace covered in the guts of people who once had families, long before any of this. Even managing, maybe, to find love out in the Georgian landscape, where no such thing should have existed. Who was now cocking his shotgun, for once not entirely sure if we could live through this.
âAlright if weâre going to do this we need to have each other's backs. If we can save someone we should.â Rochelle spoke earnestly standing next to the door, glancing around at the group in front of her.
Ellis turned to you speaking quietly so only you could hear. âWe go down together or we donâ go down aâ all, alrighâ?â tilting his head slightly to the side, lips grazing the shell of your ear. You gripped your kitana tighter in your hands.
âYou don't gotta worry about me Ellisâ
âThatâs ma gurlâ
And as if right on cue, Rochelle opened the door. The five of you stepped out into the midday Louisiana sun, the sounds of the infected rattling around the frame of the bridge. It didnât look possible, but as you turned to face the man next to you. You realised that maybe, just maybe, you had a fighting chance. Ever the pessimist, you still didnât want to die with any regrets, so you pulled him off to the side as Nick, Rochelle and Coach all tried to come up with a rough idea of a plan.
âEllis, Iâd fucking hate myself if I didnât do this before we died.â before he had any time to argue, you pulled him down into a kiss. It was all teeth and tongue from the moment it started. Hands wandering, gripping onto anything they could, being mindful of the weaponry attached to you two. Even though it had just been days, the kiss felt like something you had waited years for. You couldnât help but wonder if this was the end of the two of you or just the means to start again.
Until it was rudely interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
The two of you slowly turned to face the rest of the group who had evidently been waiting on the two of you to finish up.
âUmm sorry guys, we can goâ you spoke quickly, moving a bit further back from him.
âFan-fucking-tastic, I was worried I was going to need to find bleach somewhere on the bridge.Now letâs go lovebirds Iâve got a chopper to catch.â
A/N: two fanfictions in two days! Granted they're only short but it's still content. Also hello niche fandom!
