A/N
I have no idea why I thought putting Sherlock in the zombie apocalypse was a good idea...BUT I DID IT ANYWAY! The details will be a little graphic so be warned, it will also be a little gross.
You groaned as you rolled onto your side, your head spinning and your eyes blinking at the bright lights around you. A deep grunt entered your ears as you sat up. "Y/n, don't I'm going to go make sure nothing came by last night." Sherlock told you and kissed your forehead.
"No, let me go with you." You rubbed your eyes and stood up, wincing as you put your weight on your leg. You hadn't yet told him, but you got hurt a while back. You were fine now, so you figured it wasn't that bad.
Sherlock noticed immediately. "Y/-," he noticed the faint blood stain on your pant leg. "Damn it Y/n!" He said and scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the table and laying you on it.
"Sherlock no I'm fine." You tried to tell but he already rolled up your pant leg. You had a large scratch running down your calf, chucks on skin missing and dried blood in their place. There were green vein like things stemming from the wound, as well as a large bruise surrounding the area.
"Y/n," he said sadly and stood pulling you up and looking you in the eye, "why didn't you tell me? That's an infection, that's, that's the end." He said sadly.
"Sherlock don't say that, it's from weeks ago, I'm still me." You tried, pulling him into your arms, holding him tightly to you.
He sniffled and held you close, a hand in your hair and an arm around your back, holding you close so you were pressed tightly against his chest. He kissed your head, breathing in your scent as you did the same.
"I don't wanna do this alone, I can't lose you, I don't want to lose you." He said, fear in his voice and his grip on you tightening as tears brimmed in his eyes. The thought of you not being by his side in the mornings when he woke up, of not hearing your laugh we you two could find even a few moments of peace, the long hugs and tender moments. He didn't want to lose those, ever.
"Sherlock, I'm not going anywhere, you have nothing to worry about." You whispered and hugged him tighter. You felt a pain in your heart, not knowing how long you could fight off the damned infection. You didn't want to leave him or hurt him, emotionally or physically. You want to be his forever and you were so close.
"Why did this have to happen to us? To the world? Why could we have been born earlier and not have had to experience this?" He asked you, pain in his voice. As much as he loved you and his life he wished that it all ended years ago when this terrible plague began.
"Shhh sweetie," you cooed and ran your fingers through his soft curls, knowing it calmed him greatly, "we'll get through this, we'll live. Ok?" You asked and looked up at him.
"Alright." He sighed and pressed his forehead to yours, your hands cupping his cheeks, his resting on your hips. "Thank you." He whispered, his eyes locking with yours as he said the words, closing as he leaned in to kiss you.
His lips sent sparks through your veins, igniting a fire in your stomach and made you feel dizzy but still all at once. He gripped you tightly to him, as if when let go you'd be separated. He pulled after a long while, panting slightly but completely freezing when he heard a crash from down the hall, along with the loud grunts and groans of the plague victims.
You swallowed nervously. "Sherlock I don't want to run anymore." You whispered.
"Well that's good, we don't really have a choice anymore." He said and held you closer.
"Well go out together, alright?" You whispered softly and held him tighter.
"Together."
