¡Mentions of body dysmorphia! Skip if necessary!

I'm only going to do the 6 that I am aware of because I don't want to misinform anyone or offend anyone! I included cis female in this because I just did! I know all of my imagines are already cis female but I just included it because it is a part of our world! But the cis female one will be the shortest and lacking the most substance because it's not the focus of the story! Also, cis male kinda bleeds into the "being gay" scenario which I will do again because I'm going to a different scenarios for different sexualities as well!
One last thing! HAPPY PRIDE YALL!! 🏳️‍🌈❤️
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Cis female-
Louis had always had a crush on me. I knew it from day one. As soon as we became friends in middle school -before all of this shit happened- he had a crush on me. He always stuttered and blushed around me. Never knew how to compliment me without exposing himself of his slightly creepy obsession with me. But soon, I started to like him too. It had taken a while. About four years and an apocalypse to get me to like him but it happened. Now I just have to figure out how to tell him that.

Cis male-
I really liked Louis. And when I mean liked him... I LIKED him. Almost to the point where it was weird. At some points I had to stop myself because I was verging on stalking. I had joined the group of kids in the apocalypse and they were actually really cool. But none of them knew I was gay. I didn't even dare tell anyone because I was scared they'd judge me or worse. Now I knew they Clem and violet were dating so clearly they couldn't all be raging homophobes because they are still dating, but I still couldn't bring myself to ask Louis to date me.

I sat in bed that night staring out the window. I was lost deep in thought by the sole light of the candle burning next to me. The door emitted a knock and I was frightened out of my pants. Oh, it's just Louis. I mentally sighed as I tried to get my heart rate to go back down.
"Hey buddy, I just wanted to ask you a question." Louis chuckled as he made himself comfortable on my bed.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well... have you ever been in love but too scared to say anything because you're scared to be judged about it?"
Story of my life, Louis. If only you knew.
"Maybe. Why?"
"Because I have a crush on this... person. And I don't know if they would even be okay with me having a crush on them. I really like them and I want to date them but I just couldn't bring myself to ask."
"Why not?"
"B-because... because... because I'm gay."
When I tell you my stomach dropped out of my body I mean it fell through the floor.
Louis was gay?? Is my luck changing? I decided to keep my cool about it and ask him more questions before I made assumptions.
"What's he like?"
"W-well he's sweet and he's always shy but that's what I like about him."
"Who is it?"
It was quiet and the candle light started to dim. The wick was getting smaller.
Louis looked at his hands and then at me.
"I like you."
I thought I was going to have to hold onto my chest because I thought my heart was going to fly away. He liked me! He liked me! Oh I could... I don't know! Do an Irish jig! I wanted to scream but I didn't.
"Really you like me?"
"Yeah. I hope you're not completely repulsed by me now." Louis looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. I didn't know what to do besides kiss him in that moment. I made my move and turned his head so I could kiss him. I love Louis.

Trans female-
I was feeling horrible. Body dysmorphia is the worst thing in the world. I came out as trans a year ago. Being trans is the best and worst thing ever. It's really really great because you have the ability to change yourself and be able to live your life, but it's also really crappy when you don't have the access to the transition surgeries and that's where body dysmorphia comes into play. My demon, my depression, the bane of my existence. God how I hated how it made me feel. It made my skin crawl and made me want to break every mirror in the world. Some days when my dysmorphia was so bad, I couldn't even look down in fear of seeing what I looked like and wanting to actually die. And today was one of those days.

I stood in front of the mirror in my room and covered my crotch with my hands. Even if I wanted to get rid of it I couldn't. I sighed, clearly out of anger and depression, and threw my clothes on. I grumbled a string of curses to myself and listened as the door opened.
"Hey y/n. How you doing beautiful?" He asked as he stroked my back.
"I'm fine." I said bitterly.
"Well it doesn't sound like it."
"I'm just... not in the right head space." I mumbled as I threw down the sweatshirt harder than I wanted to.
"Hey, tell me what's wrong." He said holding my hands as he sat down.
"I don't like myself. I want it gone. I want to look like a girl. Not just feel like it."
"But you are a girl."
"No I'm not." I cried.
"Yes you are. You're my girl." He said standing up and stroking my cheek. "You're my baby. And I wouldn't ask you to be any other way. I know it's so hard living with yourself when you can't get reassignment surgery. I get that. But I want you to know that just because you have a penis doesn't mean that I don't see you as a woman."
I smiled and Louis wipes my tears.
"And you know what you are?" He asked with a devilish smirk.
"What?" I asked taking his hand.
"You are a smart, beautiful, sexy" he moved in closer and wrapped an arm around my waist "young woman who seduces me like no other." He smiled and whispered into my ear.
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pressed a loving kiss to my cheek and looked at me.
"Look at me." I followed his command and his eyes stared intensely into mine. "I love you and I want you to know that."
"I do." I nodded.
"Good. Now come here sexy lady!" He laughed as he pulled me down on top of him.

Trans male-
Most of the time I was pretty okay with who I was at the moment. Obviously some days were worse than others, but those were the day's where I actually had the privilege of worrying about my body and how it looked, rather than worrying about what meal I was going to eat next. I myself liked to think that I had it luckier being a trans male and not a trans female. So instead of getting rid of genitalia, I had to add genitalia which was easier in my eyes. My morning routine was always binding and packing, binding and packing, binding and packing. Louis would help me with binding and he was actually pretty good at it. He was always very supportive of my decisions and never once questioned me. Louis didn't know I was trans when I met him and when he found out, he was only confused as to how I hid it so well. I remember laughing till I almost peed because of how his face morphed. But now it becomes a part of our routine to help me bind in the morning. I was unfortunately stuck with using bandages as my binders and not the ever so comfortable binders that don't make your lungs want to collapse. God every time I had to put bandages around my chest and pull it tight it made me cringe because of how much I knew I was damaging myself. I have always wanted to open bind but never had the supplies. I think it would be so freeing. Once I had tried with a little bit of duct tape that was left over and I learned to never do that again. It hurt like a bitch. Like I said, Louis had never even batted an eyelash when it came to my body or my gender. He didn't care. He just loved me for me. I was binding when I almost forgot that it was my birthday. Again already? I asked myself as I pulled my shirt over my now flat chest. I sighed contently to myself and put my shoes on.

Later that night Louis had walked in with a little box in hand.
"Happyyyyyy birthday!" He smiled as he presented it to me.
"Thank you. You didn't have to get me anything."
"Well when you're in an apocalypse, a birthday is a good way to cheer you up."
I opened the gift after kissing him on the cheek and when I saw what it was I nearly passed out.
"Kt tape?! Where the hell did you get this??"
"I found it out on a trip. We passed a group and they were offering a trade for some fish because they were hungry. I saw that they had a new box of KT tape and so I traded it. It was a really lucky find but I'm glad I found it. It cost me about three of my meals but that's okay."
I looked down at the roll in my hands and I felt tears in my eyes.
"I know you've wanted to open bind and you were talking about KT tape. I don't know if it's the best stuff but it's what I could get. I hope it's okay."
"Okay? Okay? Louis... this is everything I want. I've wanted to open bind so badly for my entire life. This is absolutely perfect." I cried.
"I'm glad."

Non binary-
I threw on a black shirt, black pants and a red beanie. I had this beanie ever since I came to Ericsons after almost getting trampled by walkers. I threw my jacket on and shoved my hands in my pockets. The passing glance of the red statement on my head always reminded me of the first time people found out I was non binary.

"Let him in!" A voice shouted from the top of the gate.
The door opened and I stumbled inside, hearing a slam of iron from behind me. I caught my breath and a girl came over to examine me.
"He's clear! No walker bites. Evaluation!" She screamed.
A girl who was a person of color walked over to me and checked my pockets. She took out my wallet, my keys and my empty bag of chips.
"Clear. He's good."
"They." I interrupted.
"Excuse me?" She snapped.
"I said they. I am not a boy or girl. My pronouns are they or them."
"O-oh. Sure." She walked off without another word.
A boy who was also a person of color walked up to me and shook my hand.
"So what do people call you?"
"Y/n." I replied shortly.
"Nice name. Why don't you follow me inside?"
I nodded and walked behind him.
"The names Louis by the way." He smiled.
"Cool. I like it. It suits you."
I heard whispers from around us and I could hear the whispers.
"They? What a weirdo." "Apparently, he's a they. I don't get it."
"Hey!" Louis snapped as the whispering rubbed him the wrong way. "They are fine, and if you have a problem with that then you can leave. They've done nothing to you so you're the issue here, not them."
The two kids stopped mumbling and walked away.
"I'm sorry about that." Louis groaned.

I smiled and touched the fabric lump on my head before leaving the view of my person. I had always been confident and comfortable in my body. Being non binary and having the body I do never clashed. As a biologically female person, I had small breasts, very small, so I didn't ever need to do anything to them. They were just there. And I never had a problem with having a vagina, I just kinda ignored it. Louis also never had a problem with it. He only ever knew me as a non binary person so he never had to deal with switching pronouns. It was always just they when he looked at me. Louis and I ended up getting together a little while after I had come to this place and we had an amazing relationship all thanks to Louis's big heart. It was never a problem. I had always felt blessed.

Gender fluid-
Louis always hated when I stole his clothes. And Louis also hated it when I wouldn't tell him that I was stealing his clothes. Ever since I started having a boyfriend, I never had to worry about finding "boy" clothes and I had only looked for "girl" clothes. Most of the time I gave up and wore androgynous clothes to spare the time and breath of it all anyways but I also liked Louis's style. Being in the apocalypse meant having little time to worry about the type of clothes I was wearing so it mostly came down to me sticking to three outfits which were all androgynous with the exception of me stealing Louis's coat when I felt like it. Just like I had expected, Louis was okay with how I was. I mean I don't see why he wouldn't, he's actually the most perfect person in the world. God it made me hate him sometimes. You know when someone's just so perfect that you kinda hate them under all that love? Yeah that's Louis to me but I love him more than anything in the world so that hate never really surfaced. It's probably for the best now that I'm thinking about it.
I shuffled over to the coat quietly and threw it over my shoulders. I always felt devious when I stole something of his. I made my way out of the room and down to breakfast.
"Morning y/n."
"Morning Clem." I smiled as I sat down.
"Louis know you took his coat?" She asked pointing to the brown fabric that cascaded down my back.
"Nope." I smiled widely as I dipped my spoon into the bowl.
"That's going to go over well."
"Yes it will." I giggled and thought of how it would happen.

"Has anyone seen my coat?" Louis shouted as he took large steps down the front stairs.
"Y/n has it!" Clem shouted as she took aj by the hand.
Louis walked over to me and saw me drowning in the thing. He shook his head at me and crossed his arms but his eyes softened as he saw me.
"God I want to be mad at you but I can't." He kissed me on the cheek and walked away trusting me with his coats life.

I smiled and continued to eat my soup as I thought of it. The doors opened and a voice rang out.
"Has anyone seen my coat?"