Wyatt X Male Reader oneshots(Zombies 2)

Graveyard mess

(AU where Wyatt is a lonely ghost and Y/N is a zombie)

(This one is quite short and sweet.)

They felt heavy as I dragged them on the ground; my feet. Rotten and green. I groaned as I walked through Seabrook Cemetery. It felt like I just had woken up from a really long nap. Where am I? Who am I? I think to myself. There's so much going on for me, it feels like my head is spinning.. Do I hear..crying? It sounds really far. Yet each step I took, the closer I got to the sound.

  I groaned again and continued to drag my feet to the point my leg broke off from the rot. I fell face first, then I felt my head plop off my body as it rolled off. It rolled and rolled until it hit a tombstone and the sound of crying became closer than before. I looked up to see a ghost next to the grave, crying.

"Why are you crying?"

The ghost jumped up by surprise and hid behind the tombstone. "No reason.." They mumble with a sniffle. "Where's your body?" The ghost asked.

I sighed, "Over there." I tried rolling my head back to face my detached body, but I failed to gain control over it. The ghost kept staring at me as I tried and tried but... no luck.

The ghost nodded, flying over and observing it, carefully. "W-wait, what are you doing?" I asked, my head not facing him do to my struggle to move it. "I'm looking at your body." He answered.

I blushed at his words. "H-hey, please don't."
Well, I think I blushed, I don't think I have blood in my head anymore..

"Sorry. I've never seen someone like you here before." He shrugged.

Someone like me? I thought to myself. What could he possibly mean? I'm a person. Aren't I? "I'm not different." I tell him, frowning.

Wyatt observed me; my face, this time. He flew towards a grave, which is the one i'm next to. "I'm not different, either." He said.

I tried to protest but I stopped myself from hurting his feelings. I sighed and asked him a question instead. "How did you get like this?"

"I don't remember... anything from my life..or death. All I remember is feeling lonely.. And sleepy."

"Oh, me too." It was the truth. I don't.

"Can we be...lonely and sleepy together..?"

"Sure."

He extended his hand and redacted it, realizing his mistake. "Sorry, I'm Wyatt."

"I'm Y/N."

We smile at each other.

"Let's try to sleep like before!" He exclaimed unexpectedly, filled with excitement. I get overwhelmed with the shouting and think. I guess It wouldn't hurt. We huddled close but not too close where we are shoulder-touching. Then, we closed our eyes. We had stayed like that for a minute or two and then I had broken the silence. "This isn't working is it?"
"No."

Dead people can't sleep peacefully when they're fully conscious in the human world, I guess.

We open our eyes and laugh with each other. I looked up at him then stared at my body detached from my head, a few graves down, motionless and still. Evergreen and moldy. That's my body...

Wyatt gasped and tried helping me attach them back onto me but his hands phased through me. "Oh, darn it! I'm sorry, y/n."

"It's okay, Wyatt. I don't need them. Where would I go with them if it's not with you. I'm glad I have the company."

Wyatt smiled widely, showing his teeth. If ghosts could blush, he's certainly doing so. Wait, how does he have teeth?
"Yeah, me too."

I smiled back at him, as well. What is this feeling? I thought, curiously. I looked up at the moon and the night sky, twinkling and shining down on us.

So, we sat there. For many hours til the sun rose up to be dawn, contemplating why two dead beings felt more alive when they were alone, together. We didn't need to touch to know what true intimacy was, we had the silence between us and our smiles. I know, I know. Wyatt and I knowing each other for quite a few hours while also feeling like our silence had been heard of for like... an eternity... Was magical. I never knew why I died or how I came back as a dead man walking.. Or, I guess rolling. But I do know being in a graveyard mess with Wyatt, was worth it.

I've truly never heard a silence quite this loud before. And I bet, neither has he.... Have you?