I love talking L4D1/2 head canons 💖👀💖 what do you think all the survivors love languages are and how they show it? :3
HELLOOO I love l4d, here's some of the heacanons I hope you like these! <3
L4D1/2 Headcanons!
Bill
Acts of Service & Quality Time
How he shows it: He’ll never say "I love you" outright, but you’ll notice he’s always the one making sure you’re patched up, reloading before you are, or checking that you’re walking in the middle of the group so you’re safe. Sitting quietly with you during breaks counts as his version of bonding.
Will hand you the med-kit without hesitation, insist on going first into dangerous spots, and share his smokes if you’re stressed.
Zoey
Words of Affirmation & Quality Time
How she shows it: Zoey’s the type to hype you up mid-horde calling out how well you’re doing or cracking a joke just to hear you laugh. She’s big on talking and sharing stories to keep morale high, especially about her favourite movies.
Will remember tiny details you’ve told her, compare you to her favorite heroes, and walk alongside you even if she could push ahead.
Louis
Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch
How he shows it: Louis thrives on encouragement and spreading positivity. He’ll constantly check in, give fist bumps, pats on the back, or playful nudges. He believes in lightening the mood even when things are bad.
Will shout "Nice shot!" even when it was just okay, lean on your shoulder in safe rooms, and give high-fives after close calls.
Francis
Physical Touch & Acts of Service
How he shows it: Francis doesn’t say much about his feelings, but he’s a physical protector. He’ll shove you behind him if danger’s near, keep a hand on your shoulder to guide you, or casually sling an arm around you when walking.
Will mock everything except you, call you “alright” as the highest compliment, and keep you in his line of sight at all times.
Coach
Acts of Service & Words of Affirmation
How he shows it: He’s a caretaker by nature. Always making sure you’ve eaten, hydrated, and have ammo. Constantly checking in with warm, encouragement, and never letting anyone talk down to you.
Will hand you resources before taking for himself, and shields you from blame if something goes wrong.
Rochelle
Acts of Service & Words of Affirmation
How she shows it: Rochelle looks out for everyone equally, but if she likes you, she’ll quietly make sure you’re taken care of—covering your back while you reload, throwing a Molotov to clear your way, or making sure you get the first aid kit.
Will give soft, direct compliments (“You’re killing it out there”), and checks in on you when things get tense.
Ellis
Words of Affirmation & Quality Time
How he shows it: Ellis wants to spend as much time with you as possible, talking, joking, and telling wild Keith stories just to keep your mind off the danger. He’s a verbal cheerleader in firefights.
Will point out funny signs, try to make you laugh in the middle of chaos, and follow your lead without hesitation, gets upset if separated from you for to long.
Nick
Gift Giving & Quality Time (Disguised)
How he shows it: Nick’s version of “gifts” is tossing you extra ammo, handing over adrenaline, or grabbing loot for you without saying a word. He acts aloof, but if you’re stuck with him, you’ll find he subtly adjusts his pace to match yours.
Will act like it’s your fault he’s protecting you (“You’d just get yourself killed without me”), but he’ll reload faster when you’re in trouble.
sudden confession | zoey (left 4 dead) x fem!reader
summary: after you get attacked and wind up severely injured, Zoey can’t help but spill her biggest secret
warnings: typical L4D stuff (hunters, blood, etc..) a little bit of angst
genre: friends to lovers <3
A/N: this is random, but this girl has been my crush since before i knew what tumblr was alright, i’m talking like 2012. even if you are not familiar with this video game, i hope you enjoy!
a guttural scream left your lips when you were slammed into the hard pavement below you. you barely had time to process how much your head hurt before you felt sharp nails dig into your stomach and thighs.
you couldn’t stop the screams spilling from your lips as the pain was nothing like you’ve felt before. not even a few seconds later, the heavy weight was pushed off of you and you could barely hear the sounds of gunshots as you began to fall unconscious.
you barely registered someone grabbing onto you, and their screams became muffled as everything went dark around you and your body became numb.
someone was wrapping a bandage around your torso when your eyes slowly began to open. the figure was blurry at first, but your eyes adjusted to the lighting above you, and you were able to make out the pretty brown locks that could have only belonged to Zoey. she was only in her white tank top, blood smeared on the front of it. your blood.
“Zoey..” you whispered, struggling to keep your eyes open. she whipped her head around with wide eyes. “oh my god, you’re alive!” she cried. her yelling managed to wake you up a little more. you put a hand flat on whatever you were laying on, but Zoey was quick to push you back down. “no! you’re really injured, Y/N, lay down.”
you sighed as you had no choice. “do you remember what happened?” your head moved up and down slowly. “i got attacked by a hunter.” your voice was raspy, as you’ve been out cold for the last few hours. “you almost got killed by a hunter!” Zoey retorted, her voice growing louder. “why did you stray away from us again?”
it was quiet for a moment. “i thought i saw a pile of ammo.” you told her. Zoey sighed heavily and threw the rest of the bandage wrap in her bag. you ignored her previous protests and sat up as slowly and carefully as you could. “are you mad at me.. or something?” you finally asked her. “no, i just-“ Zoey cut herself off, and you raised your eyebrows.
“you just what, Zoey? you’re clearly upset at me for something! even if it’s not about the hunter, you-“
“i’m in love with you!” she suddenly yelled out. your mouth closed immediately and your eyes widened,and Zoey kept going. “you’re always putting yourself in these dangerous situations not realizing how close we are to death every fucking day! it fucking hurts seeing you get injured and not knowing if i’ll ever get to be with you because you might be dead the next day.”
“you’re- you’re in love with me?” you asked. Zoey looked up at you, and ran the back of her hand across her forehead. “you know what- just forget this happened. forget i said anything.” Zoey began to walk towards the door to leave the room, but you reached out for her hand, pulling her back.
“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked in a whisper. her eyes stared into yours. “for a lot of reasons, Y/N. we are one of the last few people alive in this shithole, how was i supposed to believe you would feel the same way?” she questioned. your hand slipped out of hers and you rested it on her lower back. “would you believe me if i kissed you?” you asked.
Zoey’s breath hitched. “maybe.” you smiled at that answer and pushed her closer to you until your lips connected. she kissed you back desperately, holding onto you softly so she wouldn’t hurt you.
you didn’t know how long the two of you kissed, but it was long enough for both of your lips to be swollen. Zoey caressed your cheek, “don’t stray away from us again, okay?”
you nodded and began to pull her back into your lips, “okay.”
Hi! Would you be interested in writing dating headcanons about the L4D2 survivors? Thanks in advance<3 (P.S. I love your work)
Left 4 Dead 2 Survivor dating head-canons!
Hello anon, and I'd be delighted to and thank you for enjoying the work I put out! I don't have a clever quip to throw in this time so without further a-do, here are your head canons.
Nick
He's an asshole to everyone, but he's soft when it comes to you. Especially if you don't pick up on sarcasm like everyone else.
He'd never try to yell or raise his voice at you like he would with others too. Nick is patient and holds up on you when you start to lag behind
It's a surprising display of intimacy that has the others making eyes at him and looking smug. 'Didn't think you had it in ya, Nick'.
He smiles a little more, and tries to be romantic in spite of the setting.
It's the little things that make the world go 'round, and he's got a knack for doing them for you, intentionally or not.
Needed pills for something? He's got you covered, even if he thought he needed them more.
Instead of giving you your share of compliments and nick names, he'd point out your habits and say that they're cute and call you other names: 'I think it's really cute how you play with your hair when thinking about something' / 'Alright let's get out of here stinky'
Ellis
He is the sweetest guy.
He loves telling stories to you, and he always plays them up to try and make you laugh.
Ellis will take you sight seeing around Savannah, or try and take you out to a fancy date he's prepared(beer on the roof top)
He likes to show you off or brag that he has you as his S/O.
"Damn I'm so lucky to have you, y'know"
He will get sad if he's separated from you for too long, and hope that you're okay whenever you two get separated from each other for whatever reason.
He's a hugger, and will often reach his arms around to hug you from behind whenever he has the chance.
Says "I love you" a lot. Do not fight him on this because he'll just keep saying he loves you more or hit you with a "nuh-uh"
Nick gets tired of this whenever it happens.
Rochelle
She's the boss when it comes down to it, stubborn as a mule but if you're really against something she'll hear you out on it.
If Nick says some shit to you, she'll whip something witty right back at him that makes him either scoff or shuts him right up.
Rochelle beams at you whenever you save her from one of the special infected, hyping you up with that gorgeous smile of hers.
"Yep, that's mine right there", as you help her up.
She likes to bring you little gifts here and there, especially when you need them without ever asking for them out loud.
"Here, I thought you might need this", and she presses it into your hands with a small smile as she looks up into your eyes
She is likes to hold your hand as you two travel, or have your pinkies intertwined when you need to break away for a fight
She likes to press her back against yours, feeling safe that you've got hers when it comes down to it.
Rochelle thinks you're a lot cooler than you may let yourself believe
Coach
He's right behind you every step of the way, and will lift you up anyway he can. Except for literally, he might hurt his back if he tries to do that.
The two of you eat good, even for the apocalypse, he won't let you eat nothing trashy but also nothing that will put either one of you in a theoretical ER.
Will pull you off to the side if he sees that you're feeling down or are bummed out about something.
He's real good at talking with you about things
Absolutely loves giving you little kisses on the top of your head or your hands, anywhere he can really
His love language is words of affirmation(I am so sure on this)
Likes to praise you, congratulating you on good shots and a bit more lenient with you when you make bad ones.
Coach is endearing though, never the "ooh now personally I wouldn't have done that" kinda comments.
He likes to guide your hands when he steps behind you, "try it like this"
He likes to hold you close in his arms, and letting you listen to his heart as you two rest up.
No one asked for this, but I’m having CRAVINGS RN SO-
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Pairing: Hunter x Reader
Warnings: Stalkerish behaviour, possessiveness
Notes: Just some rambles that I might one day expand since this dumbass has me in a chokehold right now (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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This rabid stinky boy has FEELINGS and he doesn’t know what to do with them okay????? He was built for attacking, not thinking thankyouverymuch. It was a miracle in itself that he could even manage a thought, so please don’t judge him too harshly
He’d stumbled upon and stalked you from a city, to a small town, then to another large city before he even realized that he was supposed to be attacking you, not just sniffing around everywhere you’d walked or rolling around in areas that you’d slept. Whoops.
He really didn’t care tbh, but the dull sense of embarrassment that welled up in his chest had his grey face trying to flush despite the virus riddling his body
He was off, different compared to the others, but only after he'd 'met' you. Everything before that moment was one big blur of burning pain and screams and feeling like he was missing something, like he was empty and needed to f i x it
Then you came along, and so did his slight clarity.
He could think when you were around, though it was disjointed in the beginning and he just knew that for some reason, he should be doing something else. Something important. Something like getting h e l p, because he could think- feel- but he didn't know why and it just made him angry.
So he ignored it.
You were important, familiar in a way that confused him- because it was an odd feeling he couldn't name yet, like he should be so very close to you instead of trailing behind. Walking beside you instead of leaping from rooftop to alleyway as he scouted the path he assumed you'd take.
And as time passed, he couldn't find it in himself to stay away- his body always managing to inch closer and closer to you before his mind caught up and stopped him.
He was confused about a lot of things to be honest, but the way he wanted to act around you confused him more than anything else, because he just knew- from some feeling that came from a faint lifetime ago- that it was unnatural and wrong but he just couldn't STOP
Why did he want to fight everything and anything in his path? Why was he so wound up all of the time? So angry at anything that wasn't you?
Why did he keep sniffing around you, hiding little scraps of your blankets and clothing you'd worn underneath his jacket- like he was hording you in your entirety as your scent drifted around him for days?
Why was he herding you away from bigger cities, using other infected to drive you somewhere he somehow k n e w would be quieter? Safer?
Why? Why? Why?
Now that he could think, it was all he could do
When you finally seemed to settle into an old home just far enough from the city to be ‘semi’ safe enough for him, he’d been following you for months. MONTHS. And you hadn’t noticed at all?? Even when he was keeping the other infected away from you and NOT being all that quiet about it????????
Just the other day he'd tackled a crying infected woman down 7 flights of stairs while you were rummaging around the top. And then- THEN you'd just walked by the body like it wasn't a perfectly good meal you could have taken back with you like he'd hoped???? Because if you had, you wouldn't have to go out again for a while and he could be content to just listen to you go about your day in that little house from his spot in the tree near your sleeping area.
He just, finally realises:
'haha look, they're an idiot...'
...
'oh NO, they're an IDIOT'
Congratulations, you now have an overprotective, instinct driven dumbass assuming that his two braincells (and that's being generous) are working harder than your own!
(even though you have 100% noticed him by now, but by this point your daily/nightly routine to keep an eye on him is very lax since he's made no move towards you other than to just...watch. Very intently.)
And okay, he'd absolutely been wanting to go see you up close now that he could focus more- to finally, actually see what you looked like- instead of just relying on the blurred figure he could make out most days with his bad eyesight. But you were oblivious to your surroundings as always, so getting just a little closer couldn't hurt right???
That's how he found himself with his face pressed up against the glass door to your hideout, watching you walk around slowly, intently looking anywhere but in his direction, and he was so content to just smile to himself and admire you as you did so.
Because WOW, seeing you properly had him breathless.
His chest was warm under his oversized jacket, like always when you were around- but it was different now that he could see you properly. Now that he could take in everything that made you...you, and brand it into his fuzzy memory.
He was making happy little noises to himself for awhile before he even realized what he was doing, tampering the sounds into a faint growl as you started making a muffled noise he'd never heard from you before- watching as you bit your lip, his fuzzy sight making out your smile before it was covered by your hand.
He really wanted to touch your face one day, just to see if you were as soft as you looked. Because you did look very soft, like he should have you wrapped up in blankets and hidden away in his tree so no one else could even think about touching you like he wanted to- because they wouldn't know that you had no sense of self preservation, that they'd have to be gentle and careful and- He would know to be careful with his claws, to keep his teeth away from you and bring you all the canned food he could carry because you seemed so happy when you found some-
There he went, making noises again, his chest rumbling away as you walked out of the room and out of his sight.
He was so happy he'd finally gotten to see you clearly, this was the happiest he'd ever felt before...this was all he ever wanted to do from now on.
It was perfect.
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(The morning you walked out of your bedroom to find all the boards pried off the backdoor you'd meticulously barricaded, you'd just about had a heart attack and pulled your gun out. Because there he was, a very familiar Hunter pressing his face to the door and attempting to give you...maybe a very...unique smile while having his face smooshed against the glass.)
(You didn't shoot him though. Choosing to ignore him just as you had previously, hoping against everything that you'd made the right choice in assuming he was...not harmless exactly, but not a threat to you.)
(especially when he was whimpering and purring away, leaning this way and that to try and keep you in sight at all times)
(Your guard was up though, despite the laughter he'd managed to pry from you with his disgruntled look when he seemed to realise the sounds he was making)
...
(Because how he'd gotten inside the house, pried all the boards off the door, then gotten back outside to watch you like this was a mystery- this guy wasn't quiet or subtle at all from what you'd seen, so how the fuck did he manage that without waking you up??)
A/N: My second set of headcanons, yay! I plan on posting a full fic soon (hopefully by the end of the week but no promises). Anyways, this is totally not self indulgent at all ha ha...🫠. I’m not saying Bill holding me, kissing me, and telling me everything’s gonna be okay would fix all of my problem...but it probably would (expect me to reblog this a lot when college starts up again for me lol). With all that out of the way, this is for the small handful of Bill lovers out there. Bye!
🚬-Now you may think that Bill doesn’t know how to help you with stress as he’s the type of guy to deal with his problems on his own, but you’d be mistaken
🚬-He’ll be a bit awkward or blunt with his actions at first as he really hasn’t had any meaningful relationships in a while, but he really does want to help you (believe me though, after the two of you have been together for a bit, he’ll become much more softer around you 🤫)
🚬-He’ll typically go with the distraction approach. He just wants you to get away from whatever has your attention in a negative manner or help you take your mind off of what’s bothering you. Especially if it involves you staring at your computer all day. He just knows that can’t be healthy (ironic coming from a man who smokes like a chimney lol)
🚬-This can either be taking a walk, going out for a drive to nowhere in particular with your favorite music playing (even if he’s not the biggest fan of your taste), watching your favorite shows or movies, reading or telling you stories from his past, and if he’s feeling really romantic he’ll run you a nice warm bath
🚬-If you’re working on something and feel like you are hitting roadblock after roadblock, he’ll ask you what exactly you are trying to do. After explaining yourself, you typically find your solution
🚬-Speaking of which, Bill’s a pretty good listener. If you ever feel like ranting, he’s all ears. Sometimes he’ll give his advice on what to do, sometimes he’ll just hold you and tell you that everything’s gonna be okay
🚬-”I know it may seem bad, but I know you’re gonna get through this. I promise.”
🚬-He also has no problems with you talking about what’s bothering you before bed. You often find your stressors keeping you from getting a good nights rest. Just simply telling him your problems helps you and he knows it
🚬-When all is said and done and whatever has been bothering you has been completed, Bill will be very proud of you and he has no problems with telling or showing you. He knows you are a very determined person, and that no problem can keep you down for long
🚬-”Now what did I tell ya, hun? I knew you could do it.”
💙 If Nick were being truthful, something he isn't often, he'd say he couldn't even on himself for the most part. He relied mostly on luck, partially on strategy, and never, ever, on others. Sometimes, Nick would recall when he could rely and trust others - so young and naive. He remembered his mother, a tailor. His father, a gambler and a drunk. He remembered screaming fights and bruises and broken bones. He remembered the policemen taking dear old dad away, and he remembered mom's dead body. None of the family he had been passed around through the foster system could ever soothe the ache of his heart. He grew into what he hated most - a gambler and a drunk. Nick never knew what love was. He thought he did, once, but backed out at the last second (like the coward he was). He knew love was not hitting or screaming or anger. But what was? Nick didn't know. And he certain he never would…
🎲 That is, until he met you. You were a newcomer in their group, and they had taken you in at Coach's insistence - not that the others were too keen on leaving a potential survivor behind, of course. Ironically, Nick was the only one who thought the whole thing was a bad idea. Another person meant another mouth to feed, another person to look put for, someone else to drag into a safe room when they were too weak and injured to go on any further. They all only had so many medkits…
💙 Though, in spite of his initial, cold first impression, you warmed up to Nick, finding yourself sticking to him the most. You tried your best to win his favor - all of the other survivors thought of you warmly, and it only made sense to try to be friends! After all, teamwork makes the dream work! Nick finds your attempts to win him over… Annoying. but, he can't help but find himself beginning to grow fond of you. The way smiled at him, how you rushed over to help him up or heal him, the way you stuck so close to him as you made your way to safety, eyes scanning for infected and making sure he was close. It was… Cute.
🎲 Nick found himself smiling at the thought of you. It was as though you sparked something deep inside him, long thought dead and gone. He felt… so warm. The warmth bloomed from his chest, spreading throughout his entire body. It felt… Almost alien, really. All his emotions, at least from what he remembers, were cold and sharp and rough, and he molded himself to fit them. But you… You made him so soft and warm and light… And loved. Love. Is… Is this what love was? This warmth? This happiness? He'd never have guessed that he'd find love, especially not like this - lying against the wall of a safe house, you curled up against his side, sleeping soundly, and an army of infected fruitlessly trying to get in. As he eyed the zombies, their arms flailing through the bars of the door, he felt the warmth in his chest darken and boil. Now that he had you, he had to protect you. Protect you and never let you go…
💙 Strangely, you find that Nick is a lot more affectionate as of late. He was tolerant of your affection before, but now… Something felt off. When walking through barren streets, his free hand would wrap around you waist, keeping you close. In safe houses, he'd pull you away to where the other couldn't see and hug you and nuzzle into you. Even when you'd tried to pull away, he'd hold you in place with a huff, tightening his grip. He also seemed much more tense - his trigger finger less disciplined and eyes always darting about, searching for infected. There's been numerous times when you were about to take aim, facing off against the hoard or a special infected, and Nick would rush in front of you, forcing you behind him, so that he could take on the infected himself. Nick's behavior was so strange that the others had noticed, as well - Ellis, Rochelle, and Coach asking if you had noticed anything strange about Nick, if you knew why…
🎲 Nick wasn't acting strange, no - if anything he was changing for the BETTER, right? I mean, isn't it good to love someone? Isn't it good to make sure nothing hurts the one you love, to make sure that nothing gets between the two of you? Yes… Yes, he's good. He'll be good for you. He'll be the perfect partner, he'll always protect you - no matter what or who has to die. After all, you made him so happy… You made him feel so warm. You gave him a rush that not even gambling could. You were the best thing that had come out of the zombie apocalypse, the best thing that had ever happened to Nick. You were even making him change for the better! See? You and he were MEANT to be together! And he'll make sure you and he get your happily ever after, no matter what...
