After We Were Besieged In Rafah For More Than Four Days, The Tent Was Demolished Over My Heads, My Children,

reader: these books are the oldest thing in this store-

reader: *bumps into jane*

jane:

reader: i was wrong

jane: you little shit-

I got kit🤞🏽

this is my astrology chart.

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Wanda Maximoff🥀 + Aesthetic Red🔴

Marvel Comics

Gifset

JANE AND READER SHENANIGANS

reader: i made tea.

jane: i can't drink tea

reader: i didn't make you tea. this is my tea

jane: then why did you tell me?

reader: it's a conversation starter

jane: what a horrible conversation starter

reader: is it tho? i mean were conversing. checkmate.

Gloria Hendry as Rosie Carter in LIVE AND LET DIE – 1973

Aegon II: My father named me as his heir

Otto:

Undead gf (role reversal)

Zombie! Jinx! X Fem! Kirraman! Reader

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Reader is written to be any skin color, body type, or race.

Not a part two to zombie gf, just a separate fiction with the roles reversed cus I love a role reversal.

It's gay.

Very morally grey, damn near not grey at all.

I just can't leave kirraman! Reader alone can I? (It's such a fun thing to write.)

(Reader is hinted at being a kirraman, but due to the way the story is written, not explicitly stated)

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Taut fingers pull at the bows string, gradually pulling it backwards and lining up the arrow. The girl pulls the arrow so far that it's bristles brush up gently against her rough cheek. Lining up with her vision quite nicely.

She takes a deep breath, the cold smoke leaving her lips and curling into the dead air before eventually dissipating. She waits a beat before letting go, the satisfying sound of the arrow cutting through the wind and successfully meeting it's mark.

The deer falls over and into the earth with a sickening thud. The birds quickly scatter at the sound and (name) knows she has to move quick.

The (hair colored) girl tucking her bow against her side and running down the angled slope, combat boots eventually finding the deer's carcass.

(Name) stops short just behind the dead deer and gives a long sigh. This'll be a bitch to drag.

The girl drags the deer through the woods as silently as possible, having to stop multiple times on her trek to stay out of sight of the surrounding biters.

The task was definitely a bitch to complete but eventually, the (hair colored) girl was able to haul the heavy deer into her camouflaged army truck and sped off. Of course ramming a few biters along the side of her spiked car as she went.

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(Name) slams the truck door shut after she jumps down from the monster truck's step-up. The noise reverberating off of the garages shuttle doors and around the large storage room.

The (haircolored) girl grabbing her red wagon trolley and heaving the 40 pound deer into the trolley, leaving the garage shortly after. Slowly working her way past the kitchen and through the hidden entrance until she reaches the secret basement.

A soft smile overcoming her face when she heard the rythmic clicking of a metal chain. The girl stops momentarily and closes her eyes. She's probably in the far corner.

The rolling of the cart stops right in front of the basements entrance, waiting to be acknowledged. We all know what happens when she gets surprised.

"Honey? I got dinner." (Name) says the words softly, knowing how bad her girlfriend could freak out if her voice is raised beyond a low whisper.

She only gets a low growl back.

(Name) doesn't let it bother her, instead just shrugging and pushing the dead deer down the ramp in the cart. The red wheeler crashing into a concrete wall and slightly denting itself. The girl watches as a boney pale hand sneaks out, snatching at the corpse with breakneck speed and pulling it along with the unimaginable strength she new her girl still possessed.

(Name) relaxes, when she hears the distinct sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching mere seconds later. At least she's eating.

(Name) herself though, doesn't fear her girlfriend. Why would she? She's just really sick after all. And so, she rolls her shoulders and practically marches into the basement. Eyes falling immediately on her girlfriend who still sat hunched in the corner.

(Name) briefly feels a sliver of guilt run through her at the sight. What kind if girlfriend is she? To do this to J- to her? When did she become like this?

She stiffens at the self imposed question, being immediately sucked back into the cruel past.

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Snow and twigs crunch under the girl's brown leather boots, the cold nips at her ears and nose, making them respectively both ring and run. The girl doesn't care to stop.

Her hand is tightened around the bow she holds in her grip, ready for her to draw at anytime incase of a horde. Or humans.

The girl had left the safety of the kirraman bunker mere weeks ago, no longer able to stay in a house that at every turn reminded her of her lost girlfriend. Her soon to be found girlfriend.

Though the likely hood of JJ being found unharmed after being missing for all this time is slim.

It having been late summer when JJ and her sister went on a run of the mill supply run, ([name] would've went with Vi that day but alas, she fell sick.) Neither girls came back for the next couple of days, worrying both Caitlyn and (name). The two kirraman girls practically latching onto each other during the time away from their respective girlfriends.

Until of course one day when an injured Vi practically fell right on their doorstep and was found in the morning. The shorthaired girl revealed that she didn't know where her sister was either, the two having split up thanks to a stupid horde and never crossed paths again.

When Vi got better, her and (name) went out everyday to try and find any unfamiliar tracks or clues. Of course, finding none.

After a few months stewing in her worry and fear, name left the compound, spending weeks on the road, questioning any reliable looking human she found on the wearabouts of a blue haired girl.

The trail finally lead her here. The headquarters of some stupid born again cult a few states away, she knows they have her.

The kirraman girl, dressed in the cults clothing (something she stole from a person that she might've kidnapped and killed), she marches confidently passed the gate.

She might die here.

She might find JJ here.

What if they don't have her?

The girl forces those thoughts from her head, pulling the small cloak further down and walking a little faster past a few guards and 'normal' men alike.

One of the ex Cultists she sharply questioned told her of the 'pit'. A place where they leave prisoners to die if they don't convert. A place crawling with zombies.

She knows JJ would rather chew off her own hand then bend to some idiots wearing adult diapers. And with the large amount of enemies that JJ made in both their past and present life, she doesn't doubt that some of them might've came here too. (Name) briefly acknowledges that this is a suicide mission and questions her sanity.

The girl pulls a few bombs, (courtesy of her lover) out of her cloak. Discreetly pulling them and rolling them into rooms. Making sure most of the tools are at least filled with three before flicking the switch. It's a small compound so she didn't really need to stack up too hard on the bombs anyway. The cult more notorious for killing people rather than 'saving' them means that there really weren't a lot of people for her to kill at all.

The girl hears the telltale almost silent 'pop!'. Meaning that it went off, blood splattering on the walls and hallways of the building. Thank goodness for 'pressure bombs' as she called them. Quick and efficient.

With the building practically vacant save for a few stragglers that might've been in the halls, (the girl kills them all of course, even if she doesn't find jinx here that's one less sacrificial cult in the world.)

She finds her way into the 'pit', as it turns out, the ' 'pit' is heavily exaggerated. Guess the name and the thought of a place crawling with zombies alone was supposed to scare the shit out of people. Because there are hardly any actual walking around zombies here. The cultists probably clean this place out every now and again incase of a zombie breakout.

It takes a while for (name) to find her. The kirraman having slightly given up hope that she's here when she's slapped in the face with a long blue braid.

The (haircolored) girl looks up slowly, hesitant to see the heartbreaking sight waiting for her. Milky blue eyes connect with her own and the girl in the net let's out a raspy growl. Long chipped dual colored nails snapping out through the nets hole and swiping down as if she could just snatch the human up.

Neither girl(?) Say anything for a moment. Not that Jinx could. (Name) just stares at the feral animated corspe that was once her girlfriend.

It's silent for a few moments longer before, "Hi baby." (Name) couldn't even recognize her own voice, so cracked and tainted. She sounded close to tears. She couldn't even register her shaking hands or accelerated heart. It's one thing to assume that a loved one is dead, and a completely different thing to see it for yourself.

She'll never see her smile again, or cry, or breathe. They'll never kiss, or fight, or hold a fucking conversation. You can't cuddle a zombie.

It hurts. It's a physical sharp pain shooting through her heart the longer she looks at those glazed over blue eyes. Those once so expressive blue eyes.

That damned trip!

(Name) wishes she could go back in time and personally mow down every fucking cult member. Wishes she could prolong their deaths and leave them to be ripped to shreds by a horde. She curses at how much of a mercy kill she'd really given them.

You can't kill someone twice.

So for now she'll focus on Jinx. On what her next step is.

The next step ends up being to take her home.

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(Name) knows though that she can't do this forever. While yes she has created a drug that would 'stop' Jinx's body from decay, it won't bring her back.

(She created the drug under intense pressure after she brought Jinx home and while not perfect, it does the job flawlessly.)

It still needs to be administered every week or so and makes her feel like shit every time she has to drug jinx to give her the preserve.

And sure, they're pretty deep in the woods and off the map but people do stumble by the area evey now and again.

(Name) refuses to make a guard dog out of her girlfriend (and potentially lose her to a skilled survivor) so it means that usually if the person isn't off their property by day three they're missing a few limbs and now zombie chow. ('Name' of course gives them a mercy kill just before though, she's not that cruel!)

As (name) ponders the immorality of her actions she also comes to a conclusion; Whatever it takes.

They were separated once and look what happened, (name) would hate to see what she becomes if Jinx is taken again.

So she won't even tempt fate with the option. Keep Jinx in the house. Keep her tucked away, but never locked up. Feed her human of course but not so much as for it to get suspicious. And keep others off the property.

Those have become her rules. The ones she abides by and forever refuses to break. Breaking one might mean that she'd break another and another and she would loose jinx. No one else is worth it.

(Name) knows she'll probably waste her life away taking care of her undead girlfriend. She knows that such a high risk life may put her in the grave quicker than fate may have intended.

But she doesn't really care. Because she refuses to just bury Jinx. God she prays this apocalypse would never end.

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Okay so this one is obviously a bit worse than zombie gf, but I have excuses. I had to rewrite this TWICE because Tumblr refuses to connect to my WiFi. And I forgot what I wrote each time so I am just about done with this one shot.

Btw what happened to all the jinx stories, bring them back please the jinx x reader tag has been so dry lately.

reader: awe! blondie look at you getting all romantic with the candles!

jane:

jane: im literally about to sacrifice this newborn-

"what's wrong with my pants?"

"nothing babe come back to bed"

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