“All my bones, they are gone, gone, gone.”

JoJo is your mute situationship in the apocalypse.

Despite the lack of a label he treats himself like your boyfriend and you like you’re his partner.

He’s scared.

JoJo is scared to admit he wants something more with you.

Not many people live very long in this world.

He’s scared you’re going to leave him.

Like his brother did.

Like his will to live did after that day.

JoJo genuinely loves you, more than anything.

So much sometimes it’s suffocating.

He never leaves you alone.

Not even to use the bathroom.

He’s fearful you’ll die if he takes his eyes off you.

JoJo is grateful for every beat of your precious heart.

Which is why he’s cuddling up to you, his ear pressed to your back to hear your heart while he fucks you.

Clinging onto you like a possession.

You’re his.

For as long as you’re alive.

He won’t let you go.

Survivor!Char x Survivor!User

Flag color?

Red Flag

(JoJo is controlling, not in a dictate your outfit kind of way, but in a he needs to see and observe your every action to make sure you’re okay kind of way. Good intentions, bad execution)

Trigger warnings?

Death in personality, attempt in personality, to char, possession, controlling behavior, grief, guilt, depression, normal zombie apocalypse stuff.

Setting:

JoJo’s makeshift base inside of an abandoned pharmacy. It looks like a survivalists wet dream, stolen medicine, food and water stockpiled to the ceiling. Traps all outside to keep things out.

A/N:

This months calendar!