Hi! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Eugene x female reader with unexpected pregnancy? You choose if it's after the apocalypse or in it! I love this blog💕
Beautiful @rachelfischbach, Part I is finally done! I’m so sorry it took so long! I really wanted this one to be perfect because you were just a gem to chat to while discussing deets with this request. I hope you enjoy it and I’ll get working on Part II & III. Lots of love xx 😘
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Unexpected : PART I - Eugene x Reader
* image from Lucydreams, Dangerous Fellows
Word Count: 4,026
Angst
Warning: Profanity (18+)
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“Is everything ok, (Y/N)?”
There was a soft knock on the cubical door.
Sitting idly on the toilet, you stared blankly at the graffitied wooden panel in front of you; unsure of how to answer your anxious friend. Burying your head in your hands, you let out a forlorn sigh.
“Judy! I’m 2 weeks late!” Yanking your pants up, you pushed the door open and let her slather hand sanitiser all over your palms.
“Maybe your body is just under a lot of stress? That’s probably why your cycle hasn’t…”
“Not two weeks late though!” You threw your head back, exasperated – interrupting her.
“Eugene and I… We’re not exactly careful…”
How is he going to react?
Judy placed a gentle hand on your trembling shoulder, reassuring you with a sympathetic smile, “You need to tell him.”
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The ethereal moonlight illuminated the classroom that you and Eugene both shared. Bathing in the aftermath of your night of passion, you rested your head on your boyfriend’s warm chest; twining and tangling your fingers with his playfully. He kissed your temple softly and you felt a pang of nervousness in the pit of your stomach as Judy’s voice echoed in the back of your mind. You let out a heavy sigh, attempting to shake her out of your head.
“What? My kiss not good enough?” Eugene chuckled as he watched you sit up; caressing your arm gently with the back of his fingers.
Clutching the blanket to your breasts, you furrowed your brows and met his amber orbs with apprehension. The smile on his face faded once he saw your quivering lips.
“Hey? Is everything ok?” He settled beside you and wrapped his arms around your waist; sincerity evident upon his boyish face.
Averting your gaze, you gnawed on your lower lip; contemplating over your words.
“Eugene, I think I’m…” Pausing for a moment, you studied his facial expression. Your boyfriend watched you earnestly, encouraging you to continue with a small nod. “I… I’m pregnant.”
“What?” The golden-haired male stared at you blankly, searching for any hint of humour in your anxious eyes. “How?”
You scoffed at his question, irritated at the fact that he couldn’t put two-and-two together.
“Well, that’s what happens when you have unprotected sex, Eugene. You fall pregnant.”
You were furious with yourself for responding to him in such a sardonic manner – guilt consuming you entirely. It was a harsh reality check towards the stunned male and his brows furrowed instantly at your shrewish remark.
“I’m not an idiot, (Y/N)! Shit! I’m just… I’m just shocked. I wasn’t expecting this at all!”
Tensive silence fell between the both of you.
After what felt like hours, Eugene stood up. His body language screaming with disbelief as he began to dress himself. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he wandered towards the door - your delicate voice halting him in his tracks.
“Where are you going? Don’t you want to talk about this?”
You felt wetness welling up in the corner of your eyes as you inhaled deeply, attempting to calm your heartache and nerves caused by his unexpected reaction.
“I… I can’t right now. I just need some air.”
As Eugene slid the door shut, you fell onto the floor in a heap - dejected. You huddled into a tight foetal position and allowed the emotions to pour out from your shattered heart, your hands muffling your doleful cries.
A waterfall of tears pooled onto the cold hardwood floor. You stared down at your belly with clouded eyes, remorse and sadness consuming every inch of your body. Peeling your shaking hands reluctantly from your lips, you held your tummy just below your navel; trying your hardest to convey all the warmth and affection you could muster for the little being growing inside of your womb.
I don’t know if I can do this without him, little one…
Deep down you knew that Eugene wouldn’t take the news too well; hence, you prolonged announcing it to him. You feared that you would lose him completely. That he would no longer want you… or your baby.
Has your worst fears become reality?
Maybe your expectations for a better future was unrealistic.
Maybe the notion of raising a child in this godforsaken world was just too simplistic.
Maybe… maybe you were just naive.
The twisted ache in your heart trembled beneath your chest as the thought of losing Eugene over an unwanted pregnancy was too painful to bear.
“Please… don’t leave me…”
Gazing down at your hunched over belly, you exhaled with overbearing pain and stammered, “Don’t leave us…”
Your quiet plea was left unheard and you cried once more, hugging your abdomen tightly. As moments passed by, you let out a mournful sigh; blinking your tears back. With a gentle caress of your belly, you made a silent promise to your unborn child. A promise that you will protect them, no matter what the costs may be.
You fluttered your swollen eyes shut, attempting to sleep – waiting for your boyfriend to return.
The crisp air embraced your shivering form before the morning rays eventually warmed up the empty room, welcoming a new day… a day where you awoke with no partner by your side.
And as days soon became weeks, you both never spoke about that night again.
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The winter breeze whipped the strands of your (h/c) hair across your solemn features as you sat out on the rooftop, watching idly towards the mist-covered city - overridden by mindless zombies. Alone, you hugged your knees to your chest; shielding your belly from the cold as you nibbled on the chocolate bar that was rationed during the afternoon meeting.
“You’re going to catch a cold if you stay up here for too long.”
The irritated tone of the man you yearned for snapped you out of your listless stare. Your heart skipped a beat and you tilted your head to the direction of the entrance as Eugene stepped out onto the concrete, his presence - apathetic and sombre. Relieved to see him safe and unharmed from his supply run, you managed a tiny smile as you watched him stop right at your feet.
“Here.”
He thrusts a small water bottle, a large bag of crisps and a protein bar your way, “Found these at a nearby store. You need to eat.”
Peering up to meet his vacant gaze, you gathered the snacks and crossed your legs to place them in your lap.
He was expressionless.
You missed his charming smile and the sound of his spirited laugh. His lack of emotion broke your heart as you only wished to see him beam at you once more.
“Thanks…”
Averting your eyes, you began to fiddle with the ends of your hair anxiously; fearful of the constant rejection as you craved for his company. “Do you have food? I mean, we can shar-“
“I’m fine. You’re eating for two.”
His abrupt words were a painful reminder of your current relationship status. If you tried to strike up a conversation, he would generally cut you off mid-sentence or walk away from you. During meals, you now sat with Judy and Sue while he would be with Zion or on his own. You hated this feeling… this constant ache in your chest. Dropping your head, you struggled to fight back the tears from this continuous isolation.
Suddenly, a familiar warmth enveloped your shoulders as the comforting scent of Eugene embraced your senses, protecting you from the bitter cold. Your body relaxed into the residual heat that emanated from his jacket before perking up to see the blonde heading towards the door.
“You should really get inside, (Y/N). Unless you want to freeze to death out here.”
The rhythm of your heart thrummed happily as you toyed with the zipper of the garment fondly. You let out a soft giggle as your lips curled up affectionately. His words were crass, but it was enough for you to know that he still cared.
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Emerging from Judy’s room, you rubbed your weary eyes and yawned.
Urgh… Why am I so tired this morning?
Your tiny bump was hidden underneath your jacket and you gazed down at your torso, humming softly. An expression graced with a grin as wide as a Cheshire Cat’s, your face emanating with blooming love at your growing tummy.
You must be taking up all of Mummy’s energy, little one.
You gave your distended belly a little rub ‘hello’ before stopping in front of Eugene’s classroom, staring longingly at the wooden door. You couldn’t remember how many nights it had been since you’ve slept in the same room together. The loneliness you had endured was finally too much to bear and it led you to ultimately accept your best friend’s invitation to stay with her instead.
Letting out a dispirited sigh, you began your way to Classroom 1-C.
As you entered the general meeting room, you noticed Judy and Zion engrossed in what seemed to be a serious conversation. Intrigued, you began your way towards them until you felt a gentle hand tap on your shoulder.
“Good morning, (Y/N). Would you mind preparing the food before I commence today’s meeting?”
Lawrence greeted you with a kind smile.
“Sure, Lawrence.”
Pivoting on your heels, you accepted the job and strode back out the door.
“Oi! Wait Up! I’ll come help!”
Recognising the male voice hailing you down, you spun your head around just as you were about to enter the food storage room. A soft smile grew upon your face as Zion approached - his crimson hair bouncing as he jogged down the hallway.
The two of you began to ration the morning meals for all eleven people residing in the school and you sighed, realising that there would only be enough for the next week or so.
“I know it’s soon, but I think we’ll need to go on another food hunt.”
“Yeah… This doesn’t look like it’s gonna last for very long.” Zion nodded in concurrence to your suggestion, “We should let Lawrence know when we get back.”
As you lined the items in a small cardboard box to take back, the redhead perched himself on a desk adjacent to you - capturing your attention.
“So, this thing between you and Eugene has been going on for waay too long.”
Legs crossed on the desk, Zion propped his elbow on his knee - chin resting in his palm. His golden orbs were fuelled with genuine concern; an expression familiar to you way back when you both had dated as teens.
“The guy is like, my idiot brother. He’s my compadre and he won’t even confide in me.” He sighed, furrowing his eyebrows sympathetically, “It’s been months, (Y/N)… What happened between you two?”
Exhaling deeply, you dropped your gaze to your feet; contemplating on what to say to your friend.
“I… It’s a little personal.” You decided not to tell him the truth as to why Eugene hadn’t spoken to you, “It’s not like I wanted this, you know. He seems to want space, so I’m giving that to him.”
A flooding warmth glazed your (e/c) eyes as you tipped your head back, rejecting the unshed tears from falling.
“I miss being with him…” The note in your voice went quiet. You grit your teeth, finally coming to terms with your worse fears, “Zion… I don’t know if he loves me anymore.”
As your emotions washed over your shaking form, you sobbed uncontrollably; burying your moistened face into your trembling hands.
If even Zion had noticed the distance between Eugene and yourself, then it would obviously be evident amongst your friends. This notion tore your heart in two and the hope you held onto was beginning to fade.
Why is he still avoiding me? I mean, he’s half responsible for… for this!
You laced your arms around your waist as you let the tears stream down your cheeks.
Why does it feel like this is punishment for falling pregnant?
I hate what he’s doing to me! I hate feeling so hopeless!
You soon felt arms wrap around you - strong and gentle. That comforting feeling was followed by a gentle pressure on top of your head as Zion nestles his cheek upon you. It was very uncharacteristic of him to be compassionate; however, you welcomed the embrace, nuzzling into his broad chest.
“I’m worried about you guys. I’m worried about you, (Y/N)…” He placed his large hands over your shoulders and pulled away - smiling tenderly. “You know, if it’s any consolation, I’ve seen that moron stare at you from time to time. He looks like a man in love to me.”
“Thanks, Zion. I needed that.” Using the ends of your sleeve to wipe away the tears, you managed a weak smile.
His crimson hair blazed from the morning sun shining through the half-boarded windows - a sure grin across his porcelain face.
“Let’s head back. I’ll talk to him if I get the chance.”
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“It has been brought to my attention that we are low on food.”
Lawrence pushed up his round specs as he explained the dire situation to everyone gathered in 1-C.
“I will personally go out for this supply run and if you don’t mind, Ethan, I’d like you to assist me as well.”
Ethan nodded his head in agreement, his usual nonchalant face never giving away his thoughts.
“Zion and I will come too. We know exactly how much food is needed to keep us going for another few months.”
Eager to help - and to get some much-needed fresh air - you shot Lawrence a look of determination and he accepted your voluntary offer with a warm smile.
“YOU CAN’T GO!”
All eyes fixated on Eugene, who had been quiet since the commencement of the meeting. He shifted awkwardly and averted his gaze from everyone else, “I mean… I’ll go instead of (Y/N)… I remember which store has the most food supply from the last run.”
YOU CAN NOT BE SERIOUS?
You took a deep inhale before contending your cause.
“I already have the inventory memorised. It’ll be easier if I go. Just tell us where this place is.”
Folding your arms across your chest, you narrowed your eyes at him - refusing to back down. You needed to get out of the confines of the school, cabin fever beginning to eat away at your sanity.
Eugene shot you an insistent glare, “It’s been a while since you’ve been out there. It’ll be faster if I go since we had to make new safe routes to different locations.”
“Well, obviously it’s been a while! You keep butting in before I could even volunteer to go into town!”
“It’s because you’re more suited for yard and hallway patrols than outside. Zion and I-“
“EXCUSE ME? MORE SUITED? CARE TO EXPLAIN, EUGENE?”
Your temper erupted as rage crept up your neck. A scarlet hue to complement your angered face.
You were fuming!
You had barely spoken even a few sentences together for months and you couldn’t believe that he had dared to claim that you were not ‘suited’ for supply runs.
Shocked by your outburst, Eugene froze with his mouth agape - speechless.
Vexed by his stubbornness, you sprung to your feet and curled your fingers into a fist, “I’ve been cooped up in here for ages because you keep making excuses as to why I can’t go! I. AM. DONE. HERE!”
You stormed towards the door before turning your gaze at Lawrence, who sat there dumbfounded by the situation, “I’ll prepare my bag and I’ll meet you guys at the gate.”
A pair of footsteps raced after you as you exited the classroom, furious with what had transpired.
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Slamming the door open to Judy’s room, you gathered your essentials with sheer frustration; preparing for your trip out into town - Eugene hot on your tail.
“I’m going on this food run and that’s FINAL!”
“LIKE HELL YOU ARE! Not in your state!”
Anger surged through your veins and you snapped your head back to scowl at the man you hopelessly yearned to be with again. You desired nothing more than to be enveloped in his arms; however, at this moment, he was the last person you wanted to see.
“MY STATE? Are we actually going to talk about ‘my state’? After you walked out on me that night I told you I was pregnant, you have NO SAY in the decisions I make.”
Motioning an imaginary circle around your growing belly, you glared at him with indignation, “This? This right here is going to happen whether you like it or not. However, me being pregnant shouldn’t hinder me from going out on runs, and I for one will NOT let a man dictate that. Especially someone who hasn’t been there for me emotionally for the past few months.”
Maintaining eye contact, you curled your hands into a fist once more and let out a stuttering sigh before continuing your outburst, “I needed you, Eugene. My body is changing. I’ve been nauseous and hungry, and I just needed my boy-… I just needed you to hold me… To tell me that everything will be okay and that we can survive in this damned world with a baby. But all you’ve done was avoided the situation. Avoided me! You’ve shut yourself away instead of working this out together. It’s selfish and cowardly, and…”
Biting your lower lip, you stopped yourself from saying any more in fear that you may regret it later.
“You know what? Just… Just, forget it…”
Exasperated, you swung your backpack over your shoulder and made your way towards the exit until Eugene suddenly grabs your wrist. His irritated expression fell into distraught, remorse evident in his crestfallen gaze; unable to form the words that he wanted to convey.
Instead, he manoeuvred his hand to hold your own; caressing your knuckles gently with the pad of his thumb. His eyes remained fixated on the feel of your skin against his, clearly missing the physical connection as he displayed a long-awaited sign of affection.
All the anger was swept away with his touch alone and you desperately wanted to throw your arms around him - to feel the warmth of the man you love so dearly. With all the emotional agony he had put you through, you desired to know only one thing.
Cupping his cheek with your free hand, you guided his gaze to meet yours - searching for answers.
“Do you love me?”
Your whisper had caught him off guard and he looked at you with slight apprehension, his vibrant orbs suddenly glazed with tears.
“(Y/N)… I-”
The hesitation in his voice shattered your heart and you withdrew yourself away from him completely - lips quivering in trepidation.
Why would he hesitate?
Does he doubt his love for me now?
Why do I keep allowing him to make me feel this way?
It felt like the ground beneath you would give way – enticing you to fall into the welcoming sense of oblivion. A nauseating sensation began to churn within the pit of your stomach and you felt like you were going to be sick. Before all of this happened, Eugene was always so affectionate, always doting; his love was unconditional, and he would always express that to you.
If he feels nothing for me… for us, then I will love you with everything that I have, little one!
You subconsciously, placed your hands over your belly - safeguarding your child.
A cocktail of emotions whirled through your mind and you could no longer hold back the tears. The sadness resonated in your voice as you whispered.
“Actually, no… don’t answer that. I don’t think my heart can handle the constant rejection.”
Anger, sorrow, and hopelessness consumed your entirety as you sprinted out the door; not wanting to look back at the remorse shrouded upon Eugene’s tear-stricken face.
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Zion looked up at the window where his friend remained, watching you and the others exit the school gate. The redhead gave Eugene a reassuring nod. An unspoken promise to make sure that you remained safe and unharmed. The hooded male caught his gaze and motioned his head in return before focusing his melancholy eyes on you; wishing that he had seized the chance to apologise, to tell you how he genuinely felt about everything… to have tried harder to live up to the man you needed him to be.
Desperately longing that he had returned to you that night he left you.
Eugene slammed his fist against the window, angered at what he believed was a cowardly act. He should have told you that he was anxious and scared… scared that he wouldn’t be good enough to be a father. Ultimately, his life would change with ‘baby’ in the picture and he was unsure of whether he was ready to fulfil such an intimidating role.
Eugene’s breath stammered as he mentally beat himself down at how selfish and inconsiderate he had been these past few months. He couldn’t imagine what you would have gone through. He could only assume that you weren’t ready to become a mum yourself. That you were also afraid of the future ahead.
The painful guilt he felt for abandoning you during such a daunting and vulnerable time ate away at his conscience. Regret devoured his entire being and he felt utterly pathetic that he was unable to express how much you truly mean to him.
As you disappeared around the corner of the gate, he placed his hands on the frosted glass - attempting to reach out to you in a desperate hope that you would feel his undying love for you.
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The suffocating silence in 1-C was deafening.
Witnessing the scene of only two of the four hurtling back into the gates stunned everyone into paralysis. Inundated by a swarm of zombies, Lawrence and Ethan were forced to cut the search short; unfortunately resulting in you and Zion becoming separated from them. With darkness threatening their safety, the two men had to retreat back to the school with heavy hearts.
Eugene stood there in disbelief before a flood of remorse washed over his trembling body. He hunched over, winded from the news. Clutching his hand over his shirt, his breath grew rapid as his heart hammered underneath his ribcage - the pain overwhelming to bear.
“(Y/N)…”
The whisper of your name was meek, agonising, and sad - he couldn’t believe that you were gone.
Images of your enchanted smile bombarded his mind and his breath hitched within his throat, torn at the thought he may not ever see it again.
I shouldn’t have let her go! I should have forced her to stay!
Internally screaming at himself with regret, moisture glazed over Eugene’s eyes; threatening to escape as guilt began to tear at his soul.
His legs froze on the spot, overcome with mind-numbing despair. His thoughts, running a million miles an hour; uncertain of how he’d ever be able to live on without you by his side.
It’s because of me… This is all my fault!
FUCK! How could I have been so stupid?
You were no longer within the safe haven of the school building… no longer within reach of his grasp.
I… I’m the reason she wanted to leave.
It’s all my fault… IT’S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT!
Why did I let myself become the reason she wanted to leave?
The blood in the young man’s face drained as his whole world began to crumble. The chance to prove to you that he loves you and that he would try his damn hardest to step up to his responsibilities were ripped away from him.
But if Lawrence said that they got separated, maybe…
Heart pounding, his eyes widened with sudden realisation as he muttered to himself - adamant with his decision.
“I need to see for myself!”
Before anyone could stop him, Eugene had grabbed his bag, readied a weapon and bolted out the gate alone in search for you and his unborn child.
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x mod bambi
