ᴀ/ɴ: I am already back with a new fic for Sam. I am in a groupchat with some amazing people and I decided to write some ideas out that were thrown around. I hope you enjoy! Maybe I will do Alex or Elliott next... Anyway, thank you so much for your time! ✧
Sam’s mouth was watering, and the sole reason for it was you. Sam had fallen in love with you the moment you had stepped foot into Pelican Town yet had never managed to utter a single word about it. But now, the blonde was absolutely hammered, and that allowed him to shamelessly stare at you. Pupils blown, chest heaving and falling quickly, his eyes were focused on your ass while you were bent over the pool table, focused on your next shot in your game with Sebastian. The only thing that kept him from dropping on his knees and begging to be allowed to suck on those slender fingers wrapping around the cue was the fact that he still wasn’t sure if you liked him back.
When you wiggled your butt a little, a small groan passed his lips. It was desperate, and rough, making the attention of the room fall on him. “Are you okay, Sam?” You asked, worry in your voice. “Yeah…yeah…Yeah, ‘m fine… just gonn…you need help, dontcha? Winnin’ against Seb, I mean,” he slurred, pushing himself up on his legs, steadying himself using the pool table. Sebastian cocked his pierced brow; Sam sucked at pool when he wasn’t drunk, and now he was absolutely shitfaced. What help could he be?
Sam placed himself right behind you, pressing his crotch against you a bit, hoping – no, praying – that you didn’t catch on that he only did that to feel you against his growing buldge.
Though you were a smart girl. The feeling of his erection didn’t go unnoticed, but you kept up your pokerface. “I guess I could use a little help,” you murmured, voice coated in innocence. You leaned forward, smiling up at the oblivious Sebastian. “Sorry, I told you I haven’t played in ages,” you explained, directing the black-haired man’s attention back to the game. He shrugged nonchalantly, waving off your comment and watching you adjust the cue, but Sam had seemingly become hyper focused. He leaned over you, shaking hand gripping your wrist. He was so close, so close to you. He could smell you and feel you. If his mouth was watering before, now it was drooling. He had dreamed of this so often, having you bent over under him, and now he had, and you didn’t even notice his ulterior motives.
A thought that was disproved when he felt it. You pressed your ass against him, circling your hips just ever so slightly to cause friction. An accident? Sam didn’t care. The whine that slipped couldn’t be caught anymore; the despair obvious. The need to beg for you to at least let him feel you for one night, even just a single hour, maybe just put the tip in you if that was all you wanted to give, hanging onto his tongue by a thread. The only thing that kept him from speaking was a pair of attentive eyes that were placed on him.
“‘S…’s a bad position,“ Sam slurred in a weak attempt to explain himself, but he didn’t even really care. He cared about you, boxed in-between his wobbly arms. He could lean down, kiss your neck, suck on it. Leave his wet marks all over you – and who would stop him? “He’s right,” you mused, shifting yet again. This time you rubbed your ass from side to side as if to figure out how to stand, making sure to add pressure against his dick. Sam was creaming in his pants by now, his knees wobbling as he lowered his head. He licked his lips, hot breath hitting your neck. The goosebumps that appeared made him want to drool all over you, but still, he cleared his throat and guided you into a sloppy shot. Trying to stay strong, not to make it too obvious. But fuck, your gentle grinding into his cock, the way you pressed into him – he swore his cock was about to burst right then and there for you, and if you kept it up, he’d cum in his pants in the saloon.
“Damn, Sam. You wanted to help her win, not make her lose. Maybe you should step back,” Sebastian grunted, an obvious edge to his voice, yet he would have never expected his best friend to actually growl at him in return. That was the only way the sound that radiated through the blonde’s chest could be described; it was deep and rough, almost threatening. Possessive, even.
While it shocked the other man, it sent a shock straight through your whole body. It was enough for you to put your cue away and stand up straight, giving Sebastian a small smile. “I think it’s time we get Sammy boy here to sleep.”
„Ugh, drunk like that? It’s best he sleeps on the couch here, Jodi’s gonna flip otherwise… and I doubt I can drag his drunk ass up the mountain.”
Perfect.
“I’ll take him to the farm, then. Until our ways part we are about halfway there, you can help me drag him.”
Sebastian sighed dramatically, but put the cue away, which probably signalled his agreement, or at least you decided to take it as such.
Both of you draped one of Sam’s arms over your shoulders and made the strenuous way up to your farm, Sebastian stubbornly staring ahead, while Sam was slumped between you. His cheeks were red, but the way you looked at him made him wheeze. The look that he gave you, so lustful and horny, eyes drowning in need, made your legs buckle every now and then, straining a grunt from Sebastian that now had to basically drag two whenever you did. “You sure you want him on your farm? I can stay over-“
“No,“ you interrupted, flashing him a quick, reassuring smile. “You’ve got to work with Robin tomorrow, and she will freak out if you’re not there. Besides, I have a guard dog, and if this fella acts up, he’ll be sent to the doghouse.”
Sebastian smiled a little and nodded, the thought of Sam sleeping in a small hut clearly bemusing him. Smacking his friend on the back, which almost sent the poor boy tumbling over, Sebastian turned. „Behave, you hear? Or I gotta whoop your ass.” With that and a wave, he began to make his way home.
“So…,” you began when Sebastian’s silhouette had blended into the deep night, looking at the blonde hanging onto your shoulder. “What was all that about?”
“All…hicc… what about?”
“In the bar. You drooled on my neck.”
Sam giggled at that, tilting his head back as his laugh became deeper. “Yea…that-…that probably was ‚cause I really fuckin‘ love you…an‘…an‘ cum in my fist every night thinkin‘ of fuckin…fucking you.”
If that wasn’t drunken honesty, you didn’t know what else would be. “But I didn’t know hoooow to tell youuuu. So, don’t tell on me, m’kay? Don’t want ya to..hate me, ya know.”
Chuckling quietly, you pushed a strand of hair out of his, face, dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “You know who you’re talking to, right”
“Mh..course. My little farmer princess.”
“And you know what I did to you in the bar?”
“Mhhhhm. Was so close to cummin‘. Still…still am.”
“Do you know what could mean, Sam?”
“That… you suck even more at pool than me?”
You snorted, head tipping back as you laughed. Yoba, he wanted to lick down your throat, down your body, devour your cunt. He wanted to taste you so, so bad. He could have bet that you had the prettiest pussy he would ever lay eyes on, and he would make sure to worship it. With slow licks, the fast ones, by spelling his name on your clit and with your legs over his shoulder so he could get into as much contact as possible.
“No, Sam. I’m into you. I have been for a while. Didn’t you ever notice me flirting? Not even when I told you you should show me what else those fingers can do than play guitar.”
Silence.
You could literally see the corks in Sam’s head reeling, trying to connect the dots of the information that had just been relied to him. “So…ya…like me back?”
You rolled your eyes, deciding that in this state, only actions seemed to count for Sam. Words took too long to process. You leaned down to kiss the man deeply - an opportunity he leaped at. His tongue immediately dragged over your lips, coating them with the taste of alcohol. The moan that left you was to his advantage, he shoved his tongue into your mouth clumsily, letting it run over yours, licking at it as if he was starving. His hands had found your body for support to stop himself from swaying back and forth. “Need ya…need ya so bad. This kay?“ He slurred against your mouth, pretty blue eyes staring at you, begging you without words.
You bit your lip and tried to steady Sam again, “Come on, let’s get to the farm, we can…we can-„ Sam’s mouth hit yours again, his teeth sinking into your lips gently. You moaned again, tugging at his hair, but your surroundings made you pull away and tug at him him. “Let’s get to the farm, I need you,” you ordered, setting a rather fast pace for drunken Sam.
He whined, begged and pleaded, but in the end, he strolled with you, legs buckling and wobbling, and the lack of blood in his brain seemed to make the short path to your house even longer. The fabric of his clothes rubbed against his buldge so uncomfortably, and the way your hips swayed when you walked brought him close to tears. He wanted you. He had wanted you for so long, he couldn’t wait any longer.
The moment you reached the bus stop, Sam dropped to his knees, almost making you fall over due to the sudden weight shift. “Sam! What are you doing?”
“Fuck…fuck, please. ‘M beggin’ you. ‘M so fuckin’ hard…it hurts so bad…shit, you look so pretty for me,” he gasped, rutting against his hand that he had rested in his lap. The moonlight hit you so perfectly…you looked so amazing. Amazing enough for him to throw his head back, now gripping his length through his clothes. “Pretty please,“ he added, helplessly looking up at you. You bit your lower lip again, your own knees growing weak. You could feel the wetness pool between your legs, and it was hard for you to not just let him have his way with you.
“But what if anyone is gonna see us? We can’t risk being caught. It’s not that far anymore…”
“No! No one will see us!” Sam cried, “I promise…promise I’ll be quick. I’ll be quiet. Anythin‘, princess. Pretty please. I beg you. Please. I’ll be good. Just…please.”
You seriously doubted the value of a completely horny, drunk and in love person’s opinion, but before you knew it, you found yourself on your knees, kissing Sam sloppily.
The blonde immediately pounced on you, pressing his crotch into yours, his hands seemingly everywhere. “So pretty,” he panted against you, kissing down your jaw, down your neck, and then he already lapped at your throat. You seemingly felt him everywhere at once, making you moan out lowly. That only urged Sam on more. He wanted more. He wanted to hear you, smell you, taste you, feel you. He wanted you. No, he needed you.
“You know how often I’ve dreamed of fucking you?”
It was just a murmur against your neck on which he greedily sucked. “How often I’ve dreamed of holdin‘ you in my arms? Pretty baby, makin‘ you all mine.”
Sam had seemingly sobered up a little but that didn’t help much – he was was already intoxicated by you again.
He tugged at your pants and at his at the same time, trying to get them both off at the same time, causing you to laugh out breathlessly. He gave up his attempt and back, licking over his lips.
“Need you so bad,” he repeated while he unbuckled his belt, struggling out of his pants.
You licked your lips and opened the button to your pants much slower, pushing them down your long legs centimetre by centimetre. Blue eyes were glued on you; Sam’s mouth hung open as he watched you, tongue hanging out just slightly. He was pretty sure you could see his dick throb against his already wet boxers, but fuck, who cared? He sure didn’t. The hunger in his eyes made you shiver, no man had ever looked at you like he did, and you were sure he was already fucking you in his head.
“The panties,” he stammered, making you grin to yourself. “The panties. Please, princess. Take them off. You’re so wet already, fuck, please, I- am pretty sure I’m gonna die if you don’t.”
“You mean these?” You teased, gripping at the waistband and letting it snap against your hips. The blonde groaned, the force of the sheer lust hitting him almost making him drop forward again.
“You want them off?”
He nodded, eyes yet again filled with tears. “Yoba, please, yes…need…need to see your pussy.”
“Then take them off.”
Sam was incredibly quick to move, much quicker than you had deemed in the range of possibility, he did have a lot of drinks, but he was on top of you the moment you gave the go. He pushed your shirt upwards and messily pulled your breasts from your bra, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He trailed his tongue around it, before switching sides, his hand trailing towards your panties already. He let his finger glide along your slit over the fabric, growl escaping him upon feeling your wet spot. “All that teasing gotcha wet, huh?” He hissed, biting your nipple gently before he slowly licked down your cleavage, staying in-between your breasts for a moment longer, just inhaling deeply and leaving his love bites. You smelled so good, so sweet; it was hard to not get lost in his in his need. However, after a moment he picked up his journey again and licked down your stomach, until he finally reached the hem of your panties.
The night air began to fill with moans that tumbled out of your mouth, the eagerness you were treated with leaving your cunt pulsing. By now you felt a need similar to Sam’s, making you pretty sure you needed him all over you to ever think properly again, even though right now, you were far from it. He let his fingers run up to your exposed chest, gripping your nipples between pointer finger and thumb and rolling them gently. “Lift your butt,” he ordered, almost smiling to himself when you did. He gripped the lace of your panties with his teeth, slowly tugging them down. You shuddered when the cold night air hit your hot wetness, and Sam moaned lowly upon seeing your cunt.“ Look how beautiful. Such a sweet little cunt…all for me, isn’t it? All for my cock and me,” he rambled, having to sit back on his heels for a moment. The beauty of your almost naked body had him dangerously close to the edge, and he would have forever hated himself if his own dick cockblocked him right now.
“Sam-“
“Get on your hands and knees for me, pretty baby.”
You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes dragging down his body. He was hard as a rock, and you were sure his boxers were about to rip, so you slowly settled on your hands and knees. Maybe it was also because you just needed to be absolutely stuffed with cock.
You tried to wait patiently, even though your own need made that incredibly hard, but you couldn’t risk getting Sam distracted. His gaze seemed to burn holes into your back, making you shift around on your knees. Then you finally heard shifting and the gentle sound of skin smacking against skin.
“You are so ready for me, baby,” he murmured, his fingers spreading your drooling lips slowly. One of them pushed inside of you, low groan falling from his lips. He curled his finger and then thrusted it knuckle-deep, breathing in sharply upon feeling you basically pulling him in. You were so wet and warm… and he could finally get his dick into you. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to be ripped apart by the feelings tumbling around inside of him, and you were the only thing on this whole planet that would ease this ache he had for you.
You felt his finger leave you and whined, wiggling your ass in the air. Much to your surprise, a hand came down on your butt, forcing you to yelp out Sam’s name. “Teasin‘ me all night already,” he slurred, pressing his tip against your soaked hole. “And it worked…”
With that, he slowly pushed himself inside of you and the world seemed to disappear.
All he could hear was static, and the sound of his own heartbeat, mixing with your moans. He was pretty sure the world could explode and he wouldn’t have blinked an eye. All he could think about was how good you felt; despite only having the tip in, you sucked him in deeper already.
“This okay?”
You nodded eagerly, pushing back against his dick in a desperate attempt to get more. Yoba, you needed more. This time it was you that wanted to cry and beg for him, but Sam seemed to pick up your silent prayers.
His hips shoved forward eagerly; it seemed like your walls were made for his cock. You fit so snuck around him, cunt welcoming him with a wet sound. The two of you moaned and you had to rest your head on your arms to keep at least your butt up in the air for Sam, the promise of being quite long forgotten. Centimetre by centimetre Sam pushed inside of you, making sure to take his time, to really split you in two for him and only him. One of his hands was resting firmly on your hip, the other cupping one of your breasts. When he was balls deep inside of you, he abruptly stopped, his penis twitching violently inside of you. For a moment, you weren’t sure if he had just had his orgasm, and when you turned around you could see his eyes watering. You were about to ask, yet the thought was immediately cut off when Sam pulled back and rammed back into you.
Suddenly you could feel the weight of his upper body on your own as he angled himself to get better access to your sweet cunt.
“Mine, all mine,” Sam panted into your ear as he began to pick up a fast pace, humping you like an animal in heat. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the way his pelvic bone hit your bare ass created sounds lewd enough for anyone within a kilometre to know what was happening. Neither of you cared.
You were a moaning mess beneath the blonde, and he was whimpering, close to sobbing your name. Sam sucked on your neck to mark you up, keep you away from dirty, greedy eyes such as his own, his cock bullying into you at a fast pace; your walls sucking him off so well. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he felt you clench around him as he began to gently circle your clit.
“Like that, huh? Like when…I do this?” He snarled, licking his lips and kissing down your spine; a task that was rather hard given that his hard thrusts made your whole body shake.
“Sam!” You sobbed, trying to meet his thrusts desperately as if you just couldn’t get enough, and Sam was happy to deliver. He pressed you into his body and fucked into you as if his life depended on it, tongue hanging out and droplets of saliva falling on your back.
You swore you could see little fairies dance around you when Sam hit your sweet spot, this combined with his relentless spelling of his name on your clit made you approach the edge with fast steps.
Sam wasn’t much better – he was staring at his thick perverted cock vanishing into your pussy, spreading open your sweet little hole with each thrust. He loved to see how he forced wetness out of you with each thrust, and he swore to himself he’d make you cream.
“Sam, fuck, Sam! I’m gonna cu-cum!” You cried, the thought of if you could maybe wake someone with your needy cries for dick crossed your mind, but it quickly turned into arousal. You would love for people to hear how well Sam was fucking you, how mean he was to your cunt, snapping his hips back and forth mercilessly, accompanied by the sound of his skin smacking against your reddened ass that by now was sporting a red handprint.
“Gonna cum, Sam, gonna cum!” You slurred, feeling his wet tongue trace patterns down the side of your neck again. White light flashed in front of your eyes, your toes curled up as you felt your face growing numb.
Sam’s whimpers and small groans had turned into dragged out whines, adoring how you let him fuck you out here near the bus stop. He wanted people to hear you. Show them you were his and his alone. He would have loved for each of the guys to see him ruining you, so they’d keep their hands off. Seeing how his cock vanished inside of you with each thrust, how his precum and your juices were mixing together, dribbling down his shaft. The thought of them seeing you sprawled out and crying for him and the feeling of you drooling all over his throbbing dick, begging for more was enough to push him over the edge.
His body tensed up, a cry of sheer pleasure was being bellowed into the night as his orgasm washed over him, his cock pressed deep inside of you. The feeling of his cum inside of you was too much. You sobbed his name, fingers wrapping around strands of grass as your body convulsed, the numbness that caught up to you soothing as you clenched around your lover’s dick, making it hard for Sam to move. The blonde gritted his teeth, his thrusts slowly slowing down as he hung his head; his breathing hard and laboured
You were lying beneath him, panting as well as your hand slowly searched for his. Upon finding it, you intertwined your fingers, and for a moment you two just sat there, Sam’s dick still buried inside of you, your hands interlocked.
“Round two when we reach the farm?” You whispered after a while, despite having his cum drip out of you as he pulled back slowly, making Sam smile like a lovesick puppy.
“Round two when we reach the farm.”
What the two of you didn’t notice was the text from Sebastian’s number that made the screens of your phones light up. Nice show. Make it less obvious that you want to fuck next time or send me videos so I can rewatch.
If so, may I request ben x a s/o who’s rlly cold? Like, body temperature cold? how is PDA like w that?
(I’ve been playing twdg again so the influx of these requests is giving me life keep them coming)
BEN(TWDG) X COLD S/O
First of all, this mans such a softie for you like i don’t even think he’d try to deny it unless someones hardcore teasing him about it, he’s completely smitten so you have a lot of power when it comes to him, ask and you shall receive type thing
The second the leaves start falling in Crawford, he’ll offer you his varsity jacket and insist he’s okay in just his hoodie even if you can see him shaking like a leaf
But if his jacket isn’t enough he wouldn’t be opposed to asking the group to take a bit of a travel break specifically so he can hold you and warm you(and him) up some
I’m talking setting up a fire if he can, finding anything to cover you guys with and holding you against his chest, he’ll totally tell you stories about his childhood and travis and stuff until he can feel the warmth coming back to your face and hands
Also expect thousands of kisses whenever you have that kind of downtime because again, this man would build a city in your name if he could bc he’s so down bad
This man would 1000% not let you sleep alone, even if that meant almost ripping a sleeping bag at the seams trying to squeeze the both of you in there, but if it’s obvious he won’t fit in the sleeping bag he’ll let you have it and just pull you close anyways
This man is completely in love and will drown you in affection for the smallest reason
A/N: I’ve been rewatching run through of The Walking Dead Video game, considering I’m a big fan of the show, and Ben’s character honestly really really grew on me. I was a little broken over how he died so how do I cope? I right fanfiction over it of course. This is pretty short so sorry :)
Warnings: Angst/Fluff , Suicide/Murder , Slight Gore
Summary: (Y/N) had been with Ben since the world went to shit, arriving with Ben and their school coch at the motor inn. But what happens when Ben and (Y/N) fall together off the balcony? Someone gets speared, the other breaks a leg and Kenny will have to make a choice.
(Y/N) sat next to Ben, clinging onto his left arm, having just excasped death in the by fleeing into the attic while the mansion underneath them flooded with the dead.
Her tear stained faced buried into his shoulder as he rested his head into his free arm. While many of the group believed Ben to be the weak one, it actually was the (H/C) hair colored girl clinging onto his arm instead. She listened as Omid beat against the wall, Kenny, Lee, and Christa all secretly talking about you and Ben - they weren’t being as quiet as they thought they were.
Blinking away a few stray tears from her (E/C) eyes she leaned into Ben, feeling him pull his arm out of her grip. Opening her mouth to protest wanting him with her to feel safe she quickly shut her mouth instead when she felt it return, but instead around her shoulder, having Ben pull her closer into his side.
“I’m scared Ben.” (Y/N) whispered as Ben turned his head to look down at his girlfriend. Sighing Ben turned to look at the other four older members of their dysfunctional group. When his gazed returned to (Y/N)’s water filled one, he silently broke on the inside, bringing his other hand up to cup her face within his gigantic palm he rested his forehead against her own.
“I know you are (Y/N), I am too, but I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispered before going to nuzzle her with his nose - Eskimo kisses being something he used to make her smile all the time when she was upset before their world went to shit.
Pulling back he saw the sad smile on her face, her eyes halfway open. Opening her mouth to say something, she didn’t get the chance before Omid called saying he had broken through.
-
Ben held (Y/N) by the waist as he help her carefully land into the room they had busted into, after scanning over her silently with his eyes he made a mental note that all though shaken up, she was fine. That was until he saw her eyes widen.
Confused, Ben turn to see what she was looking at only to see that the rest of the group was looking at it too - the lovers who took their life together. Ben felt his heart clench, and a grip enter and tighten around his own hand.
The group was silent as Kenny went up to take the gun out of the dead mans grasp, taking a look into how many bullets the pistol carried. “Only one left.” He mumbled, putting the safety on and the gun into his pants.
Christa looked to Omid, her face appearing to be heartbroken - mirroring (Y/N)’s own face. Turning to Lee, Christa said they should check the room all before leaving, seeing if they could find anything they would need.
Ben and (Y/N) both walked over to the window, as the petite girl looked out the boreded window, whispering to Ben. “I don’t want us to end up like them. I don’t want to die like that, just giving up.” She whispered. Ben looked at the (S/C) colored woman, shocked. He never expected her to say something like that. “I promise we won’t.” He whispered back to her. Opening his mouth to say more, he heard the sound of a door opening, and Christa’s voice calling out to say theirs nothing of value within the room.
As the group decided to jump up one to the second building, the young couple stood and watched waiting for their turn. Watching as it went from Lee, Omid, Christa, Kenny and now the teenagers.
The two stood together on the small balcony, as (Y/N) looked over the edge, into the alleyway. “I don’t think I can do it Ben.” She turned her head up to stare into the tall boys blue eyes. “You’ll be fine, I’ll be right here-“ He tried to tell her, gripping her wasit as he lifted her up onto the railing, only for both of them to here a clang, and then to feel both of them falling, listening to Lee and Kenny scream shit.
When (Y/N) hit the ground, she felt a snap, and let out a quick and shrill shriek, and heard Ben’s own mantra of, “I’m okay.”
Hearing footsteps run towards herself and Ben who was now covered in trash. “Be quiet Ben! Or the dead will be on us!” The one armed man said trying to hush Ben.
“I’m okay really, please just get (Y/N) up, I think her leg is hurt.” Ben said, shifting his head in her direction to see her sitting on her ass, cradling the leg bent at an odd angle.
“Give us a moment and let us help you first.” Kenny said, pushing the trash out of the way to revel that Ben has been pierced through his stomach.
Everyone went dead silent and (Y/N) felt as though her heart had just stopped, with perseverance and adrenaline now she ignored the throbbing pain within her leg and crawled her way over to Ben. “No, no.” She whispered, bring her hands up to his cradle his face as his own went to grip the metal poking out of his abdomen slicked in blood.
Kenny tried to lift him up only for Ben to scream out in pain making more blood ooze from the wound, forcing Kenny stop his work. Lee being the first to actually speak up, he told Kenny to just rip him up like a bandaid, but it was useless, the dead had already started to corner them. Bens eyes widened in fear, his own turning to to meet (Y/N)’s gaze before he paincked.
“Oh god don’t let them get to me!” He pleaded with Kenny, knowing there was no way for them to get him off the metal pike. Kenny had turned to Lee, ending up to have their own small conversation, while Ben looked directly into his girlfriends eyes.
“You need to go with Lee, now.” His usually soft and gentle slightly nervous voice now holding a tone of seriousness (Y/N) never heard before. Being scared out of her wits, she decided that if this was his stop, it would be hers too.
Slowly starting to cry as the dead got closer, she held onto one of his hands tighter. “No, I don’t leave you. If you die, so do I.” She cried, her sobs being mixed in with the moans of walkers. Bens heart broke, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to change her mind, which broke him the most, turning his head to Kenny who was now alone, with no Lee in sight.
“Give me the gun Kenny.” The old mans mouth opened in protest before Ben cut him off again. With a solemn look on his face, he gave the gun to Ben, giving (Y/N) a sorry glance before making his way to a manhole cover in the middle of the street to save his own hide now.
“Why do you need the gun Ben-“ (Y/N) asked before her eyes widened, realizing the gun was posting between her eyeballs. “I love you more then anything (Y/N) (L/N).” Ben said giving her a sad smile eyes filled with tears as they leaked down his cheeks, the geeks finally closing in.
Opening her lips to scream no, she never got the chance before Ben pulled the trigger, the brains and blood of his now deceased girlfriend spalttering all over his own face and the ground below them, her one stiff now limp body falling to lay on his chest.
Laying a hand on your head, softly petting your hair he tried not to scream as the dead bit into his flesh and trying to die happy.
Knowing he just saved you from living his worst fear.
I know I know this isn’t DC again but I wanted to post these. I’m going to get on requests soon, y’all can still send them in I just have to wrap up a few things for this school year and I’ll be able to start writing for y’all again. Anyway I hope y’all like these.
ALSO the walking dead game season one spoilers so yeah you’ve been warned
Pre-Apocalypse
* On the weekends when Ben’s parents would let him take the car, he would take you on road trips to new parts of Georgia that the two of you had never been to before
* Ben loves exploring new towns with you, even if some of them weren’t that exciting (like Macon)
* He’s weird about PDA, he likes it a lot but he’s just really shy about it
* If you ever used pet names with him, he would turn beet red in half a second
* He’s so lanky and tall and would always give you hugs from behind with his head on top of yours
* He had asked you to come with him when he was traveling with his school’s marching band for the football playoffs when everything went down
Post-Apocalypse
* When he was lookout back at the motel, he would always appreciate it when you came and sat with him and kept him company
* Rations were always really small but he would also try to make sure to share some of his portion no matter how small
* Ben is kinda a pushover at the beginning but he would do his best to defend you if Larry or anyone really had a problem with you
* When he was giving the bandits the supplies, he would want to tell you but didn’t want you to get involved in it
* He always told you everything, he trusted you more than anyone. He told you how he felt and how he doesn’t even know if his parents and little sister are alive or dead. He wasn’t even able to make it home before all this started
* After the attack, he would feel so guilty about everything that happened. Katjaa, Duck, Doug, it was all his fault he felt like
* But if you had gotten hurt in the attack, he would never be able to forgive himself
* Even if you did forgive him it would something that would take him a long time to get over
* He told you after he told Lee, he wanted to tell you but he wasn’t sure how to. He was worried you would break it off with him and never talk to him again
* He became pretty protective of you after that, you were the one person in his life he knew he hadn’t lost
* Because of that he tried to do more things to help the group and while he did mean well, it often backfired
* He would also tell Kenny off if he ever got on your case about being with him
* Also when the group spilts up to go check things out, he would try to be with you as often as he could
If so, may I request ben x a s/o who’s rlly cold? Like, body temperature cold? how is PDA like w that?
(I’ve been playing twdg again so the influx of these requests is giving me life keep them coming)
BEN(TWDG) X COLD S/O
First of all, this mans such a softie for you like i don’t even think he’d try to deny it unless someones hardcore teasing him about it, he’s completely smitten so you have a lot of power when it comes to him, ask and you shall receive type thing
The second the leaves start falling in Crawford, he’ll offer you his varsity jacket and insist he’s okay in just his hoodie even if you can see him shaking like a leaf
But if his jacket isn’t enough he wouldn’t be opposed to asking the group to take a bit of a travel break specifically so he can hold you and warm you(and him) up some
I’m talking setting up a fire if he can, finding anything to cover you guys with and holding you against his chest, he’ll totally tell you stories about his childhood and travis and stuff until he can feel the warmth coming back to your face and hands
Also expect thousands of kisses whenever you have that kind of downtime because again, this man would build a city in your name if he could bc he’s so down bad
This man would 1000% not let you sleep alone, even if that meant almost ripping a sleeping bag at the seams trying to squeeze the both of you in there, but if it’s obvious he won’t fit in the sleeping bag he’ll let you have it and just pull you close anyways
This man is completely in love and will drown you in affection for the smallest reason
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