This is a Francis x Female!reader
(Y/N) Your name
(G/T) Gun type

  "I hate staircases." (Y/N) sighed as her group climbed the steps of Mercy hospital. You had run out of ammunition for your (G/T) a while ago so you relied on your pistol. Francis hated everything. You had a crush on the pessimistic biker for a while now. His vest, his tattoos, his butt... Zoey smirked as she caught (Y/N) staring.

  "Pills here!" Louis informed the survivers. He picked up a bottle and took the pills. Bill picked up his bottle. Same with Zoey. Unfortunately there were only three bottles. You sighed and motioned for the group to resume walking.

  You shot a common infected in the skull, a gruesome sight. Bill was on his third cigarette this floor and Francis was hating everything, like always. You gulped and walked over to the man.

   "Hey Francis!" You tried to start some small talk.

    "I hate small talk."

    "Why do you hate everything?"

    "Why do you always have to annoy me?"

    "I'm just trying to be friendly."

     "I never asked you to be."

      (Y/N) sighed and walked to the front of the group. You silently shot infected, but you felt terrible. 'Why doesn't he like me?' She thought to herself.

      "(Y/N)! Hey (Y/N)!" Francis earned some glares nfrom the others from being to loud. "You know what else I hate?''

   "What?" The female sighed, still gripping her pistol.

    "I hate not kissing you right now." His rough, chapped lips on your smooth soft ones was all you could ever hope for. After a moment of shock you kissed back. You placed your hand behind his neck and continued kissing him.

   "I hate to kill the mood but we got company!" Bill shouted following the roar of a horde. You held your pistol and began firing. The roar of a hunter echoed through the halls of the merciless Mercy hospital. The next through seconds were a blur. A hooded figure pounced on you and tore through the fabric of your clothes, before raking at your stomach.

   Bang. You pushed the limp hunter off you and got up. The horde was dead and Louis smiled as he stood there with gun in hand. Francis ran over.

  "Are you ok? You're hurt! We're out of medkits!" He became frantic. Now to mention it he always seemed to be more distraught when you were hurt than the others.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" (Y/N) assured him. 

Francis picked (Y/N) up bridal style and walked her all the way to the safe room.

   "Ya know what else I hate?" He asked

    "What?"
 
     "I hate not dating you."

      "We can fix that now."