Z-Nation Imagines (x Reader)(SMUT&FLUFF)

Hide And Seek (Yandere!10k x Reader) (Part 1)

AUTHORS NOTE: Sooo... I got a little carried away with some old music of mine and this is what I ended up with. It just.... fit the vibe. My first idea was Anti or Darkiplier but I had to stop myself, there's just not a lot of Yandere 10k. BUT the second part will be a consensual smut, the plot may be a bit twisted but I'm best at finding loopholes. Plus I LOVE the idea of a shy virgin 10k, not sure why, but this kinda twists it around. I may make another one as him being a Yandere. I'm not good with angst so this will be like... maybe not so homicidal and murderish but more obsession and big means of protection.
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You had only been with the group a month. Ever since then you had always felt a pair of eyes on your back, but it took you two weeks to find out who it was. That damn sniper... you'd admit, he had saved your life many times as he had most always had his eyes on you and you alone, and he was handsome. As well as a jawline that was as sharp as his own blade.

-Flashback to Meeting the Group-

You had your hands full, backed against the wall as the Z's tried to tear their way to you as the sound of glass breaking filled the room. The store window shattering open as a flow of the undead crawled their way in, marching over top of each other to retrieve their fleshy prize like a kid winning a stuffed animal out of a claw machine. Their faces hungry and eyes blazing as they took the sight of your group of three as well as yourself in.

You had seen a door that led out the back of the gas station when you first arrived, and you had knew it was safe since all the Z's flocked to the commotion at the front of the store. As you tried to get your group to move the hell out, and get back to the truck, to no avail two members were already bit and the third was torn apart in the floor, drowning in his own pool of blood as his eyes slowly began to change to the pale color of death.

You ran. You headed straight out the back door and out to the front, waving down a pickup and a van that approached. Then a shot rang out, and a Z dropped behind you, a hole blown through his head as you look to your savior, a skinny boy wielding a hell of a gun. His eyes locked onto yours for a split second as you broke eye contact first, running to the back of the pickup, throwing yourself in back and slamming against the metal of the truck bed. Soon enough the truck and van were on the move again, tires squealing. The sniper had token a few more shots, never missing from what you could tell by his counting, but everything happened in a blur you couldn't tell what number he was at.

You only remembered your body starting to hurt from the impact of your leap into the truck bed, then your adrenaline crashed and you had passed out, catching the snipers eyes as you did so.

-Present Day-

Since then, you had been an official member of the group, learning each name. The red head was Addy, who seemed very nice as far as you could tell. Then there was a man named Mack, who you assumed was Addy's boyfriend, and assumptions proven correct as you walked in on them during a heated make out session once. There was also a girl there, long dark hair and shifty eyes, but it turns out she was as nice to you as the rest. Then, a girl who's attitude and fierce leading skills you'd come to love and even enjoy was Warren. Then there was Doc, who you made fast friends with. And of course, the snide bastard Murphy who was the whole reason you were with the group you traveled with today. Then, the sniper who saved your ass. His name was 10k, he was the last to introduce himself, stumbling over his words and finding the ground more interesting than eye contact, but that was only with you.

You hadn't spoke to him much since he saved your life that fateful day. You kinda wanted to though, he looked like he wanted to say something to you but never found the nerve. The way he would sneak glances at you, his eyes always on you. He was shy at first, but soon becoming cocky. Spreading his legs in an alpha like manner, looking directly at you with hungry eyes. Smirking and smiling at you out of the blue like there was an ongoing joke in his head. He would look at you and bite his lip, one time even taking a drag at a cigarette on watch while you laid in your sleeping bag, he licked his lips and took another hit, his eyes never leaving yours. It had made you self conscious considering he's on watch, making you feel like there was something behind you. You soon brushed off those feelings, the way his eyes looked at you were passionate, and a little obsessive. He had finally started to talk to you more, seeming to want more conversation each time. It made you feel special, even if it did get a little creepy. You didn't mind at this point, it was the fucking apocalypse, if he wants to take a shot at love let him. You were waiting.