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Staring down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands you crossed off another item on your list which left only a few more things before your grocery trip would be complete. Behind you, the tall man who had accompanied you on his day off was browsing the various brands of cereal that lined the shelves, brightly colored boxes all designed specifically to draw the attention of shoppers. The marketing tactic clearly worked because he grabbed the boxed with the most obnoxious colors and characters on the front.

Lab Rat ~ Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader Part 2

It's been a few days after your date with Carlos, and Judy still isn't finished asking questions beyond good and evil.

"Are you sure you told me everything ?" She asks, still concentrated on identifying specimen next to you.

"Yeah. I literally told you everything. In more detail than I wanted as well." You mumble back, careful to not contaminate your specimen with your breath.

"Alright. Told you he likes you." She mocks jokingly.

"Yes, mom. And you told me about a hundred times, too." You reply, finishing up your specimen and leaning back.

Looking around, you see that everything is close to being done around here.

Standing up from your chair, you clean up your space and turn back to Judy.

"Do you mind finishing here ? I wanna check up front. Seems busy and I don't wanna work overtime again." You ask, considering that she is still your superior.

"Yeah sure. Go help them out. We're done here anyway." Judy allows you and starts cleaning up her space, as well as starting to gather the specimen to put them into the incubators.

Walking the hallway down, you see a sliver of Carlos walking from one end of the front door to the other to change his position.

He asked you to go to the movies tonight and traded shifts so the both of you can go straight from work.

You loved hanging out with him. Not everything was a date, but you just liked being in each other's presence.

Just when you arrived up front, you hear the phone ringing. Seeing that everyone else is busy getting the specimen ready that came over the course of the day, you take it upon yourself to pick it up.

"Umbrella Corp. Labs, institute for microbiology, what can I do for you ?" You answer the phone in a polite way.

"Good evening, I'm calling from the hospital because we need help figuring out what kind of infection is spreading around." The voice on the other side tells you in a panicked voice.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, you start to calm the person down and look for your superior doctor simultaniously.

You hand over the phone to the doctor, while telling him the gist of what was already told you.

It's was kind of nervewrecking, the nurse on the other side of the line sounded really panicked and stressed. Who knows what's going on over there.

Walking back to the front room, Judy has also joined in, and everyone is gathered around the little radio in the corner.

"Recently our reporters informed us that some kind of new infection is spreading around the hospital campus and there seems no end to it. We will keep you informed." The radio moderator announces, before playing another round of hit songs.

"Man. I bet you it's just the flu. They make mountains out of molehills every damn time just to have something to report." One of your fellow colleagues offers.

"I don't know. That call I just had ? It came from the hospital and that nurse sounded stressed. Like... panicked stressed." You retort, uncomfortably crossing your arms over your chest, because you hate this kind of confrontation.

Just as the others were about to laugh at you, everyone fell silent when they spotted Carlos in the doorframe.

That was when they all knew that something must be very wrong.

Carlos never enters the lab for the simple reason of contamination and accidentally carrying bacteria outside if he were to wander around unsupervised.

But now that he's here, eyes wide and rifle gripped tight in his right hand as he uses his left to wave you to him.

"What the hell is going on, Carlos ? Why are you in here ?" You whisper to him as to not further agitate your colleagues, this time hoping that Judy will just run her mouth about the both of you as some kind of distraction.

"My boss said to evacuate the labs immediately. He didn't give me details. I was hoping you knew what's going on."

Shaking you head, you explain that you had that panicked phone call from the hospital only minutes prior.

"You !" It rings from down the hallway.

Your doctor, a really charmless person, comes storming down, his white coat fluttering behind him. "Yes, sir ?" Carlos answers, not really sure how to react to the obviously stressed half-god in white.

"I was just talking to your boss, and you are going to get me the hell out of here safely." He jabs his fingers into Carlos' shoulder roughly, but he didn't move a millimeter.

"My order is to evacuate the labs. That includes you, as well as your lab techs." Carlos explains, subconciously standing a little straighter. Maybe to intimidate your boss into submission, or to protect you if he decides to do something stupid. Either way, you feel instantly more relaxed.

"No, fuck that. Just get me out of here, right now." Your doctor demands, making your heart plummet.

He has always been a man caught up in his ego, but this means two things.

First of all, he's a dick, and second of all something is really really wrong and he seems to know more.

"Sorry, Sir. No can do, everyone or no one." Carlos stand his, and your, ground.

By now, many of your colleagues gathered around and can't believe what they are hearing.

"You dare talk to me like that ?" He responds, taken aback at Carlos' resolution.

"Do you have another choice ?" Carlos snaps back, clearly wanting to get going, and stop wasting time.

Sighing, the doctor yields and you know that nobody is thrilled to take him with you.

"Alright let's go." Carlos announces and takes you with him to walk beside him as you make your way out of the labs.

While walking the hallways, Carlos gets another instruction over radio.

He nods along and informs you, that he finally got a location to evacuate you to; the subway station.

The way out of the Umbrella Campus was easy, and for a second, you thought that maybe it really was just a false alarm.

But that was proven wrong really fast.

It's about two blocks later, that you encounter another civilian group, but they seem unwell.

"Hey, are you guys okay ?" Judy yells, seemingly wanting to explain to them that we are evacuating to the subway station and that they could join us.

But as soon as they turn their heads around, you know something's fishy.

Carlos already has his rifle poised, ready to engage if necessary. Truthfully, you never saw him work before, but you trust his aim is true.

"Judy, step back !" You yell, stepping forward and grasping her arm to yank her back to the group.

The first one comes charging with an animalistic growl and Carlos takes action by shooting him in the knee.

The loud bang from his gun startles you and the rest of the group, but recover quickly.

When the creature on the ground stands up effortlessly after being shot, that when you start to panic.

"Carlos, what should we do ? Fight or flight ?" You ask, your breath getting shorter by the second.

"I will hold them back, you lead them to the subway station. The one we took to the movies last Friday, okay ?!" Carlos instructs, helping you out and giving you something to focus your mind on instead of fear.

"Okay. Be careful, Carlos." You answer, before turning and waving the others up to follow you down the road.

Your group legs it, and as the sounds of Carlos' gun are getting quieter, your worry for him only increases. As you pass the numerous empty cars, you see a little glint on the hood of one of them. Taking a little detour, you reach it, and see that it's hunting knife. In perfect condition, too.

You decide to take it with you, incase you run into anymore crazy people.

While running on, you come to run next to your doctor.

"I think it's about time you share with the class what you know about this situation. And in detail please."

"Why do you think I would know any of that ?!" He splutters, from exhaustion or disbelief, you don't care.

"Why were you so insistant on being escorted out privately then, if you have nothing to hide.

You take a little break in an open space so you have visuals in every direction.

Only one more block and you should be there.

Panting, he yields. "Fine, smartass. If you have to know."

Judy and a few others have gathered around as well.

"Dr. Bard, my old college friend, and I have been working on something. Genetic manipulation of sorts. We made progress at first, but it stopped at one point, so Bard took drastic measures. I wanted to manipulate viruses to target more bacterias and act as sort of immediate antibiotic. Like virophagas, but for more than just e.coli. It went well, until..." He stops, taking a breather and leaning back on a car.

"Until, what ?" Judy exclaims, obviously fed up with the doctors secrecy.

"Until Bard had to show results, and we weren't ready. So he took drastic measures and it went too far. Instead of locating and killing the existing antigenes, it now enhances it. Bard then proceeded to take me off the project and work on it with the Birkins. Also distinguished scientists. And I think now it went over the top." He finishes the explanation.

"You created a new, enhanced virus and didn't think it was important to know ?! How is it transmitted ?" You exclaim. hoping it's not airborne.

"Blood-transmission. It has to be injected directly. Or... bites and the likes."

"Jesus..." Judy whispers, as she covers her eyes and walks away in hopelessness.

You need a moment to take it all in, but the was a mistake, as suddenly a group of infected runs at you and grabs the closest accessable person, which happens to be your doctor.

You can't even as much as blink before the creature sinks it's teeth into his shoulder, making him cry out in incredible pain. But before you can intervene, he's pushing you away from him into Judy "RUN!".

And run you do. Judy and you stick together as you try and help your other teammates to escape, but only being able to do so much.

In the end, the infected were too many, and the both of your heavy heartedly decide to flee, just as another one of those zombies, grabs Judy's arm.

Seeing red, you ram your hunting knife, now stained in dark and sticky blood into it's forehead.

This time, the creature screams, before falling to the floor with a thud.

Your eyes are wide and fearful as you lean down to get your knife back.

"Judy, are you okay ?" You ask, checking around the perimeter for any more zombies.

"Yeah, thanks. Remind me to not get on your bad side." She jokes shakily, still clearly seeing her life pass before her eyes

"What happened here ?" You hear a voice coming from your right.

Turning your head, you are more than relieved to see Carlos, albeit a little disheveled, standing there in one piece.

Meeting him half way, he grabs your arm and you rest your hand on his shoulder.

"They came out of nowhere. I did what I could but there were too many. We are the only ones who survived." You explain, out of breath and wanting nothing more than to hug him and go home.

"But, before our boss died, he told us something interesting. About this whole situation." Judy adds, clearly wanting to be helpful.

"Okay, okay, but now's not the time. We gotta get you both to safety first." Carlos says and nudges both of you towards the right direction.

As you predicted before, it was barely a block away from where you were attacked, and it made you mourn the loss of your team even more, knowing they were so close to escaping this nightmare.

"I can see it." Carlos informs you as you meander next to him thoughtlessly. In your mind, that scene of impaling that zombie with your knife.

That was a human at one point. But now, it was them or you, and they didn't hesitate.

You were glad you were able to at least save Judy, and to see Carlos again.

Entering the subway station, Carlos leads you down to the railway, where you see other soldiers stationed at, along with a shit ton of weaponry.

"Tyrell." Carlos greets the other man, raising his fist to bump it to his in a greeting way.

"Carlos. Good to see you. Is that everyone ?" The man, Tyrell, asks, pointing vaguely in your direction.

Sighing out, Carlo nods, before explaining "We were seperated. I got back to the group when they were attacked, but I was too late."

"I'm sorry that happened to you, but you are safe now. Please, follow me." Tyrell says, nodding along to follow him.

Shooting a pleading look to Carlos, he nods to you in reassurance.

"I'll come with you in a second. Just gotta restock my gear."

You are not usualy one for touch, but you nudge your pinky against Judy's as you reluctantly walk with her, and she takes the lead in linking your pinkies.

Feeling a little more connected with the world, you follow Tyrell into the subway train.

Not many others are there yet.

"Many more soldiers like us are currently out there to find more survivors." Tyrell explains, as he offers you a seat.

He begins to ask Judy if she needs medical assistance, but she denies, even showing him that she wasn't bitten in the attack. Tyrell nods in approval.

As you tune out most of your surroundings in a train of thought, you still notice that Judy and him seem to get along well.

"Hey." Carlos speaks up from the door, leaning against it with the side of his arm.

"Hi." You whisper back and stand up to step closer to him.

You notice that he restocked everything in his vest, just as he said he would.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I have orders to go back out and look for more survivors." He explains, more to you than Tyrell, and you guess that he already suspected this.

You want to say 'No.', deny him of going back out into this nightmare, but you are in no position to do so, and it's quite literally his job as well.

"Oh.." You opt to sigh to announce your dismay, but continue on "Well, be careful, and come back, you hear me ?" You scold him, even if it's just to ease your nerves.

And you are more than glad that Carlos catches up to that as he throws a glance back to where his superior stands, before he opens his arms.

Falling into them in a hug, he rests his head against yours, speaking in a quiet tone "Will do. I'm gonna get you out of here, like I promised."

"And you're coming with us." You remind him and let him go.

As you watch him leave, you can't help but follow him with your eyes until he is completely out of sight. You hope he makes it back, with or without new survivors.

The weight of the recent event comes chrushing down on you now.

The whole city is turning into zombies for all you know, and you actually killed one of them.

Plopping down next to Judy again, she is still talking to Tyrell, but you can't seem to find it in yourself to listen to them.

"Do you mind if I rest a little ?" You ask her, gesturing to her shoulder.

"No, do what you gotta do. We're safe here." She assures you, patting her shoulder.

And it's not long after your head meets her shoulder, that you're out like a light.

You came back to yourself and realizes that, while Judy was still with you, Tyrell was gone.

"Where did he go ?" You mumble, your voice rougher than you anticipated. Must have slept longer than you intended.

"Got called by his gruffy boss and that right hand man... Nikolai I guess his name was." She answers, still very much aware of her surroundings. She did not sleep at all, and you can understand it. She was nearly bitten by one of those creatures upstairs. The adrenaline running through her system must be keeping her alert up until now even.

Looking through the little glass windows, you just catch Carlos walking down the stairs, and it seem like he has someone in tow.

Standing up and making your way to the door, you poke your head out and just hope to make eye contact with him.

Carlos indeed finds your eyes and smiles brightly, but gestures discreetly that he has to wrap up quickly before coming to check on you.

You nod and smile at his silly little hand gestures, and your sight strays from him to the woman behind you.

She is armed to the teeth as well, seems to know what she's doing with all those guns and looks worn down as well.

She catches you looking as well, and you send her a nervous smile, which she returns with a polite nod.

As they talk one wagon over, you see that she is quite badly injured as well, but doesn't seem to want to get treated, or maybe they didn't offer her.

As she stands up, and walks over to restock her ammo, you take it up yourself to offer her medical care. As a lab assistant, you never thought your mandatory first aid training would ever pay off. But today seems to be a day for a lot of firsts.

"Hi, there. I can see you have some wounds here and there. Do you want medical assistance ?" You ask tentatively, but the second her face softens a little, you feel at ease, no longer worried about maybe having overstepped a boundary.

"I'd appreaciate that, yes. Thank you." She accepts your offer.

You get to work and treat her wounds, while talking a little, exchanging names and what you do for a living. Classic smalltalk.

Jill, you learned, leaves the subway station just as Carlos emerges from his wagon.

"Glad to see you are still in one piece." You greet him and Carlos responds likewise.

"Yeah, sure, no biggie." He smiles back at you.

The both of you walk around, checking on incoming survivors, Carlos' boss greatly appreciates your skill as a person who knows their way around microorganisms.

As a team, Carlos and you finish quickly, truth to be told, there weren't many new survivors, and while Carlos sometimes took a break from helping you to check in with Jill, who was turning the power for the subway back on you learned, you still took some time to actually check on everyone.

You sit back the stairwell to await Jill's return after she reported that the station is up and running again.

You are talking about what your boss told you before the undead attacked.

"So you're saying that two microbiologists worked on a good idea gone bad ?" Carlos concludes, and you nod.

"What kind of sci-fi bullshit is that ?" He jokes and you can't help but tune in, always having found comfort in him and his ability to make you see thinks a little brighter, even while the world is literally falling apart right now.

Just as you were about to ask him what happened when he found Jill just a few hours prior, his radio turned on and you faintly hear Jill speaking.

He responds in a stressed "What ?!"

"He is back, Carlos ! He isn't dead !" Jill repeats, obviously in a dangerous situation.

"Fuck !" Carlos exclaims, and readies his rifle.

"You go back and inform my boss, make sure everyone is on board for a possible emergency launch, okay ? You can do it, tesoro." Carlos instructs, before making his way up, no doubt wanting to assisst Jill as they exchange information via radio.

You do as he says, and his boss works his magic to have everything ready.

Anxiously, you wait for Carlos and Jill to return as you hear a metal clatter from upstairs. Sounds like the shutters are down now.

They come down, a little out of breath but all in all fine for now.

You are relieved and Carlos gives a signal to abort the launch of the subway.

Before you can talk to him, you are pushed back into the wagon, while Carlos reports to his boss.

Jill enters your wagon.

"Hey, we're almost out of here. Got the thing up and running. We'll be out in no time." She assures you and Judy, who sinks into her seat with relief.

Through the glass, you see Carlos and Tyrell getting orders from their boss.

You stand up and walk back to the door.

"Tyrell, Carlos, you have your orders. Go back out to the city and find Nathaniel Bard."

Bard ? That's the name your boss said when he spoke about his partner. The U.B.C.S. has a lead ?

But more importantly, why is Jill inside and Carlos is ordered to go back out ? That wasn't the deal. He has to come with you.

As panic creeps up your chest again, Carlos finds your eyes lingering as you stand next to Jill at the doorframe of the subway wagon.

As words fail you, you are glad Jill speaks up on your behalf. "This isn't the last ride out of town, right ?"

Their superior tries to reassure you, but he takes this a little too easy for your liking.

Jill leaves inside the wagon, but you seem to be glued to your spot.

"It's alright, you go on ahead. I won't die on you and leave you cold, cruel, Carlos-less world." Carlos adds to his superior officer's previous words.

"You better not." You say, before the doors close right in front of you and you start taking off.

As you drive, you hold eye contact with Carlos for as long as you can, before he disappears completely.

Nikolai and Jill talk as you drive through the tunnels when suddenly, there is an explosion from the front.

You can't believe your eyes as a giant monster makes it's way over to your wagon.

You grab Judy in reflex and make your way to retreat, but see the scene between Nikolai, who locked the door, Jill unfold.

Realising how fucked you are, you turn to Jill for guidance, but she can only do so much, and before you even catch up, Carlos' boss is caught by the creature's tentacle and pulled in, but doesn't die without a literal bang.

The explosion detatches their car from yours, and you crash into the next curve as everything goes dark for Jill, Judy and you.

Lab Rat ~ Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Working in the laboratories of Umbrella seems very mundane, until there is a new recruit in the U.B.C.S. helping out securing the perimeter of the Umbrella Headquaters.

Word Count: 5.5k+

Note: I actually work in a microbiology lab and got gifted a keycard holder with the Umbrella Corps logo for work. So this is pretty self indulgent.

Genre: Fluff, Slow Burn (kinda)

Warnings: Talk about bacteria (idk if that's a warning but eh), bad flirting, a little self doubt, minimal talk about trust issues.

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Early shift was never your favourite, but someone has to do it. At least the shift team was nice, with your work bestie present it would be bearable. Getting out of the changing rooms in your lab scrubs, you put your keys in your side pocket, pulling on the strings of your backpack while making your way towards the lab.

The morning hours were not exactly your best, so you just sluggishly greeted whoever crossed your path. Pulling out your keycard to unlock the door, you were greeted with an unknown voice, ripping you out of your stupor.

"Good morning." He said, glancing at you as you try your best not stare too obviously as you check out the man in front of your lab door.

He is quite tall and buff, you got to admit, and his wavy curly hair is sticking in each and every direction. Seems like you are not the only one who has a hard time waking up early.

Narrowing your eyes at him and his gear you ask him with a still raspy voice laced with some sleep "Who are you and what are you doing in front of the lab ?"

Directing his eyes at you, he shifts from one foot to the other, casually crossing his arms over his chest, leaning his forearms on the back of his gun. You tense a bit at the movement, always having been wary around weaponry and the likes. Right now you are just hoping that the guy knows what he is doing.

"Standing guard." He replies very shortly. At least he does not waste time.

"Okay but why ? We have an alarm system that's up to standard. We don't need guards." You explain your confusion about his presence.

"Yeah, the boss told me. But he requested it anyways. I'm new to the job. Guess he wants to see if I'm taking it seriously or something." The guard finishes, picking at his fingers lightly.

Nodding, you hear the elevator ding down the hallway. "So you will be standing guard here all day ?"

"Not all day but for the morning shift, yeah."

Humming, you both were interrupted by your colleague.

She came around the corner in a quick walking tempo, but upon spotting you, she immediately slowed down greeting you with a smile.

Judy is a in her mid forties, and a few of the others described the both of you as the mom-kid duo of your lab.

"Morning !" She waves at you, making you quirk your mouth a bit. You will never understand how anyone can be a morning person, but she is.

"Hey Judy,"

Arriving at your side, she looks at the handsome guard behind you.

Noticing her look, you turn to her "He is a guard here for the lab."

"Uh huh. Who ordered you to be here ?" She inquisits. Judy has always been one to not take shit from anyone.

"My boss did, ma'am." He answers.

"I will check that." Judy clarifies.

Checking my wrist watch, I gently tap Judy's arm, pointing to the door.

"We gotta go. Shift is starting." You turn back to the man "Bye...."

"Carlos. name's Carlos." He smiles and the accent of his really comes through when pronouncing his own name.

"Bye then Carlos. Let's go, Judy." You turn around, lightly dragging at her arm.

"Hey wait ! What's your name ?" Carlos calls after you as you are about to place your keycard on the reader. Judy shoots the dark haired man a look, before proceeding to go to the door to hold it open.

"(y/n)."

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The day was quite uneventful up until lunchtime. Sure, the occasional malfunction of a device, which led to you having to call tech support definitely were not your favourite pass time. Hating the very thought of having to take a phone call; it makes your whole system nervous.

When lunchtime rolled around, Judy came to your workstation.

"Hey, you wanna come get something from the canteen ?" She asks, already being disinfected with her lunch box in her hands, ready to get some food.

"No, thanks. I want to get something lighter right now. Maybe some sandwiches and a chocolate bar or something. I want to cook dinner tonight." You explain while still working on some last bacteria ID for today. You still have to get the antibiograms done for all of your specimen.

"Well okay. I'll just go then and meet you in the back, okay ?" Judy asks, taking a look around.

You nod as Judy sighs "Do you want some help after lunch back here ? It's quiet in the front, I have the time."

And she is right. The front being the place where the delivery drivers bring in specimen from hospitals and doctors around the area. Around this time of the year it's always slow.

Looking at her with your best puppy eyes you plead to your senior "Yes, please."

Chuckling at your, she turns on her heels and leaves you to your last steps before you are able to take a break.

Placing your bacteria ID target inside the MALDI-TOF device, you pray to a higher deity that the darn thing works this time and saves you another awkward phone call.

Disinfecting and washing your hands, you get your wallet and make your way out of the lab.

"Hey, (y/n)."

"Oh my god, you scared me!" You gasp, speedily turning towards the voice.

"Sorry. You forgot I was here ?" Carlos asks, scratching the side of his neck with his index finger.

"Kinda, yeah. I'm sorry. I kinda had a crappy day." You try to explain, feeling a little bad for having forgotten the handsome guard at your lab door.

"Oh man I'm sorry to hear that." Carlos tries to console you, making you wave him off.

"Maybe we should stop apologizing to each other ?" You give him a faint smile.

Carlos seems to relax a little, a sly smile of his own gracing his lips. "Yeah, maybe we should. Are you going to the canteen ?"

"Nah. Just going for some sandwiches."

"Oh well, alright. Honestly, I don't trust canteen food anyways." Carlos says, seemingly lost in thoughts.

"Let me guess, bad experiences in the past with it?"

"Yeah. Worst week of my life." He chuckles, once again shifting his body weight from one foot to the other. Noticing this, you wonder if he really stood right here this whole time without moving from his spot. And if so, if his feet hurt as bad as you imagine yours would.

"Campylobacter, correct ?" You take a wild guess.

Carlos looks at you stunned "How do you know that ?" He asks nervously, obviously embarrassed at the fact that you knew.

"Well, they are the most common gastrointestinal pathogen. Secondly followed by Salmonellae."

"Wow okay whatever you say doc." Carlos grins at you, believing everything you say without even questioning it.

"I'm not a doctor, Carlos." You sigh, gesturing to the lack of a classic white coat.

Taking a look at your watch, your eyes widen.

"Damn, my break time is almost over, sorry I gotta go, Carlos. See you later !" You speak hastily, already semi running down the hallway.

The line at the bakery shop luckily is not too long, so you actually have a shot of getting some of your break time in.

Quickly ordering your sandwich and chocolate bar, you ponder for a moment.

Your thoughts run back to Carlos. Yes, sure you were on lunch break. But did he have a lunch break ? Did he already have one ?

"Could I have another one of those bars, please ?" You decide to quickly order after yours.

"Of course. Here you go." The cashier gives you a tight lipped smile, and you can tell they don't want to be here. Probably a student making needs ends. Handing them the cash, you send them a sympathetic quirk of your lips.

Speed walking back to the lab, you struggle to hold everything in one hand as you try to grab your keycard from your pocket. Turning around the corner, you spot Carlos not where you left him, but at the other side of the door. Stopping next to him, he moves his rifle to the other side of his body, away from you. Maybe he noticed your tenseness earlier this morning.

"Hey. I just wanted to give you this. I hope it's okay. I didn't know if you already had a break, or if you even like chocolate bars like that but-"

"That's very nice of you, (y/n). Thanks a lot." The pretty guard genuinely smiling at you.

Seeing him smile at the small snack you brought him made you feel warm inside your stomach.

"Glad you like it." You smile, leaving him be, entering the lab, making your way to the break room.

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"What do you think of this Carlos guy, (y/n)?" Judy asks.

To say that Carlos was the talk of the lab that day was an underestimation. Where ever you go, you hear your colleagues debating about the new security addition to the lab.

There were basically three sides.

One: They don't trust him or like him, without having spoken more than two sentences with him.

Two: They like him and wonder if he is in a committed relationship, trying to figure out if his wearing a ring underneath his gloves.

Three: They don't care and accept him as part of the lab environment now.

You don't really know where you stand, but it is definitely not team one.

Over the course of the next days and weeks, you find yourself talking quite a lot to him whenever you find the time.

You both kind of had an unofficial official agreement that, when you would come in on your early shift, you would just nod at each other in greeting and talk during the day.

On later shifts though you would start smalltalk for a few minutes before you had to disappear behind the lab doors.

You get to know each other quite well. You learned that Carlos didn't always work in Raccoon City. He was a mercenary before being employed by the U.B.C.S.. Carlos didn't really speak much about his childhood or teenage years, and you let him be.

You on the other hand tell him whatever he wants to know about you, yet he always gives you an out if you don't want to answer. It's nice to be able to talk to someone with mutual respect.

"But tea is just hot leaf juice if you really think about it." Carlos comments, ruffling his dark mane. "And coffee is just hot bean juice so what is your point ?" You laugh, getting ready to enter the lab with your keycard dangling from your fingers. Carlos gives a hearty laugh at your comeback.

You swipe the card through the reader, the green light signaling your access.

"Do I see you later ?" Carlos asks, getting ready to start his shift, reaching his hand back to his gun to get in position.

"Yeah, sure." You reassure him, sending him a bright smile, then stepping inside the lab.

Today's shift consisted of you and Judy covering the front, accepting and working through the specimen sent to the lab.

It's a quiet day though and you try and pass your time by reading your workplace documents.

Working in the lab means rules after rules, but for good reason. A lab is a dangerous place if you don't know what you are doing.

Judy, of course, had other plans.

"So...." She starts. And you can already smell which way this conversation is going to go.

"So ?" You answer warily.

"Oh come on, (y/n). Tell me about it. Do you like Carlos ?" Judy exclaims, making you do wild gestures to shut her up, not wanting to draw attention to you two.

"Please stop it. You have been asking me that question for days now." You complain, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"And you still didn't answer so I will ask again." Man, Boomers and their persistence. You love Judy dearly, but sometimes you wish she would see the boundaries you set.

"And I still won't answer."

"Okay fine. But what is the issue anyways ? I mean he seems nice and you like talking to him. I know you don't like talking to anyone really, so that means something."

"Even if it does, what's the point ? I'm just a little lab rat. I don't think I have much to offer to him.

Carlos is nice to everyone as well. Which is very cute, but that's not what's important now."

Judy just leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, smiling smugly at you.

Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to the monitor. Checking the time in the bottom right corner of the screen, you roll back your chair, stretching your arms and legs out.

"I'm gonna go and get some sandwiches. You want something, too ?"

Judy shakes her head no and stands up as well.

"You know what ? Maybe you shouldn't talk so lowly about yourself. You are a wonderful person (y/n), and worthy of a good match." Judy smiles at you through the mirror as you stand behind her while she is washing her hands.

You are too stunned to speak now. Deep down you know she is right. But past experiences or lack thereof even make you doubt it.

Upon leaving the lab, you are surprised to not see Carlos in his usual spot. A little shook, you even stop and stare at the empty door side, wondering where he went.

But you didn't have unlimited time, so you gathered your thoughts and walked towards the bakery shop.

Arriving there, you had a few minutes before you were to order.

Your mind wandered back you your little banter with Carlos today. Smiling to yourself you decide to give in to Judy's words.

"...and I'd like a coffee to go please."

"Of course, that makes 18 $ please." The cashier tells you. It's the same one from a few weeks before. But they seem to be doing better right now.

Heading back, you are greeted by Carlos looking around , and the sight makes you sigh in relief somehow.

Hearing your footsteps nearing him, he turns to you, smiling and relaxing his posture as soon as his gaze reaches you.

"Hey Carlos. I was wondering where you were !" You exclaim, coming to a halt.

"I was gone for like five minutes. Did you worry about me ?" He says in a lightly mocking tone, undermining it with a smug smile, as you roll your eyes, replying "Yeah, worried I got this for nothing."

You hand him the one way cup filled with the bean juice you were talking about this morning.

Carlos deep dark eyes widen a tiny bit, barely noticeable, before laughing boisterously.

You knew he was loud, but this was the loudest he ever laughed in your presence, and, while you didn't necessarily like loud noises a lot, you don't mind it.

"Man, we really are like two peas in a pot !" The tall latino laughs, making you look at him in confusion.

He bends down and reaches his hand next to his army issued boot, revealing the same type of cup. Standing up straight again, he hands it to you. Accepting it shakily, you lift the warm cup to your nose and take a sniff through the little opening of the lid.

Upon realizing you smile incredulously at him.

"No...."

"Yes !" Carlos grins, clinking the bottom of his cup against the side of yours. "Cheers!"

You laugh, carefully blowing inside the tea cup to cool it down.

Drinking your tea and coffee in silence, you begin to notice that your break time is almost up.

Time seems to fly when you are near Carlos. Even the silence right now is not awkward, but peaceful.

"The coffee is really good here, I gotta say. Though I know a place that's even better." Carlos mutters after finishing his drink with a sound of satisfaction.

"Really ?" You smile, smacking your lips to get the remnants of the tea off them.

"Yeah. Maybe we could go there some time ?" Carlos asks with an anxious tint in his voice.

Looking at him with wide eyes, he senses your state.

"I mean, we don't have to, but I'd really like to and.." Carlos trails off.

Over the weeks you now know him, you more or less told him a little about your trust issues. They were getting better, but sometimes, in unforeseen events, it resurfaces and makes you freeze like a deer in the headlights.

Catching yourself, you blink once or twice before answering "Yeah. Yeah sure why not." With a shaky, but excited smile.

You exchanged the date and time of your meet up, deciding to go there after your next joined early shift.

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Telling Judy about your little meet up with Carlos before it happened was neither a good idea nor your own doing.

"So you finally did what I told you to do!" She exclaims, clearly more excited than you are.

Huffing, you close your locker and grab your backpack, waiting for Judy to get ready.

"No, I didn't. He asked me to come with him to change to the coffee drinking side."

"And would that be so bad ? Also, that's dating 101. A nice, cute little coffee date."

"Ugh, can you please stop it ? I'm glad to just have a friend at this point. Also, not a word as soon as we step out of here, are we clear ?" You threaten her, but Judy being her own confident self, knows that she doesn't have to take it seriously.

Waving her hand at you, Judy takes her bag over her shoulder and walks over to the door you are already holding open for her to follow you.

Today is the day you are supposed to meet up with Carlos after work. And truth be told, you were maybe a little tiny bit excited. It's not often that you go out to eat or drink, especially with friends. You are simply never invited, or seemingly the only one of your few friends who has to work.

The fact that you hate the early shift hadn't changed over the few months since Carlos started working, but he honestly made showing up a little easier.

Upon rounding the corner to the lab doors, you were surprised to not the man with the mane in front of them. Judy noticed your little skid in your step, slowing her pace and asking what was wrong.

"He's not here, Ju. He's not here. Why is he not here ? I told you that was a mistake, going to drink a coffee with him. Now he doesn't show up at all." You talk yourself in a panicked, anxious state.

"Calm down, will you ? Maybe he just overslept, or he had to change shifts ? There are more than one explanation for this, especially more rational ones than your brain comes up with."

You take a deep breath before answering "I don't think I'll go to the coffee shop then."

Sighing, Judy swipes her cards along the reader, opening the lab doors for you.

The remainder of the day was spent in silence from your side. Your colleagues occasionally tried making conversation with you, but soon noticed your sour mood and left you be. You were fine with that. You probably only would have pissed them off. Being in a sour mood always made you very honest as well, but chose to keep your mouth shut for the sake of your reputation.

Lunch time came around, and your mood still hadn't lifted. Today you even brought your own little lunch with you, because you thought after the coffee shop, Carlos and you could grab something to eat then. Slowly you eat your food, but other than that you don't engage with anyone in the breakroom.

When the end of your shift came after a boring and uneventful day, you mood plummets even more as you grab your backpack and water bottle, making your way out of the lab.

Trotting along the hallway, you realize that everyone from the early shift already left.

Stepping through the glass door, you were met with the person you didn't think you'd see.

"Carlos ? You're here ?" You ask in confusion.

He smiles nervously and you notice that he is not in his usual U.B.C.S. uniform, but in casual clothes. The pair of jeans he is wearing are quite form fitting, as is the nice dark button down that is carded at his elbows. Even his hair seems a little more tamed than usual.

"Yes, my boss summoned me to his office, which is all the way across the Umbrella campus, only to tell me that I have today off." Carlos explains, immediately noticing you look a little gloomy.

"Are you okay, though ?" He asks, stepping a little closer.

Over time you learned that Carlos is a fan of physical contact, but respects your wishes and keeps your personal space to you.

"Honestly, not really. I thought you wouldn't show up today, to work or to the coffee shop. Thought you bailed on me. Wouldn't be the first to do so." You mutter the last part, but Carlos caught every word.

Shaking his head franticly, he puts his hands on your shoulders, and you let him. Following his movements is a very nice smell of probably a really expensive perfume, but you love it the second it hits your nose.

"No. No, no. I would never do that. I was sent away immediately and wasn't allowed back on campus." Carlos elaborates further, rubbing small circles in your shoulders with his thumb.

The relief that you weren't stood up made you want to hug him, but it was so foreign to you that you couldn't bring yourself to follow through with your desire.

"Okay, fine, I believe you." You smile at him, making him return the gesture.

"Good. Now how about you go change and I'll wait at the main entrance for you. Sound good ?"

"Sound good. Give me 15 minutes."

Stepping back, Carlos gives you a mock salute before turning on his heel, making his way to the main gate.

Twelve minutes later, you fast walked up to him. You weren't dressed in your very best clothes, but not too shabby either. Carlos never mentioned how fancy this café is, and you thought it was more important to feel yourself in your attire.

"You look nice, tesoro." Carlos breathes, as he takes you in; it's his first time seeing you in civilian clothes as well.

"You clean up very nicely yourself." You spit out, trying your luck in using a phrase Judy advised you. Seeing Carlos eyes light up the way they do, it seems like you hit the bullseye.

"So, how do we get to the shop then ?"

"Well, it's not the most convenient, but the bus has a direct route there."

"Sounds good to me." You nod, trailing by his side to the station.

The bus ride was short lived and comfortable, talking to Carlos seemed to make a lot of your everyday inconveniences a little more bearable.

Upon entering the small coffee shop, Carlos walks right up to the register, leaving you at the entrance for a second. You take your time looking around. It's mostly empty, many plants decorate the interior. You especially appreciate the cozy armchairs and two to three seater couches.

"Our table is over there." Carlos gestures to the far end corner with a window and a two seater couch facing said window. The window sill doubles as a table, but seems to be broad enough for someone to sit on there and look out the window.

"Did you reserve it ? The place is barely filled." You chuckle as you take off your backpack, storing it at your feet.

"Better be safe than sorry."

"True. So, what did you have in mind ?" You ask as you both sit down.

With a grin, he hands you a menu, keeping one card for himself.

"So, I thought that we would both order something for each other. You get me a tea of your choice, and I choose a starter coffee for you. What do you think ?"

Thinking it over, you nod and start looking for a drink, concentrating on the task.

Carlos looks at your thinking face, finding it endearing you put so much thought into it.

After choosing your drinks and ordering them by just pointing on the menu for the waiter, you wait and pass time.

"Hey Carlos, what kind of cologne are you wearing ?" You ask, wondering ever since you first smelled it.

"Oh, um, it's the same brand my father used. It's kinda old." He explains, rubbing his wrist where he probably sprayed some of it.

"It smells good though. Your father has a great sense of smell." You compliment.

"Thanks, I will let him know the next time I see him."

Before he can go on, the waiter places your drinks in front of you.

You are faced with a mug of light brown liquid and milk foam.

"Okay, what did you order, Carlos." You beg for an explanation, not trusting the sweet smelling drink in front of you.

"It's a cappuccino, but the milk foam is infused with cocoa. Figured something sweet for my sweet company would be fitting."

Brushing him off, you chuckle shyly. Not being used to compliments now taking a toll on you.

"What is it what I have in front of me, tesoro ?" Carlos wonders, testing the heat of the mug by holding his hand above it.

"I figured that the New York Chai could be to your liking. It's not as boring as chamomile but not as sweet as a wild berry mix. I hope you like it." You state, focusing your gaze on the coffee in front of you.

Raising the cup to your lips, you give it a taste test, Carlos mirroring your actions.

To your surprise, it actually tastes good. What strayed you away from coffee was the overbearing taste of it. But this combination really hits it off.

Side eyeing Carlos, you see him already at half the cup.

"You enjoying yourself ?" You giggle as he sets down the cup hastily and nods vigorously.

"I really like the aftertaste of this. It's not bitter, but not sweet either, kinda addicting." He defines what's going on in his mind. Gleaming, you turn to him excitedly.

"I know, right ? I can't define it either but it's so good !" You speak enthusiastically, hand gestures and all.

But noticing his bewildered look, you quickly regain composure and apologize.

"No, no, please go on. I love it when you speak so.. animatedly." He imitates you gestures gently, making you feel appreciated.

You were always told you were too much or too energetic and to tone it down. At one point, you just stopped partaking in conversations entirely unless you were spoken to.

"Also, how do you like yours ?" Carlos asks, grabbing your mug and taking a sniff.

Reminding yourself of his words just seconds prior, you grin at him, elaborating your new found liking towards coffee.

"I actually love it. Never thought coffee could taste so good ! Really enjoy the milk foam, gives the whole drink a fun texture."

"I'm glad you like it so much." Carlos grins, looking at you with a longing and content gaze.

Smiling, you continue to drink your beverages in peace.

"Do you still have time or do you have somewhere to be ?" Carlos asks after paying for the drinks. He insisted on it, saying it was his risk if you didn't like what he ordered for you.

"No, my couch doesn't really count as a place to be, huh?" You smile as you go to put on your coat. With gentle hands, Carlos grabs it from you, gesturing to turn around. Holding the jacket open, you slide your arms through the sleeves as he drops the rest of it on your shoulders.

The contact feels so intimate and domestic, that you want it to be the way to put on your coats all the time.

"Well, if you want to go home that's okay, I don't want to keep you:" Carlos suggests, but is quickly interrupted by your hands waving in dismiss.

"No, that's not what I meant. I have time on my hands." You add, feeling a little embarrassed that he thought for even a moment that you'd rather be anywhere else, but here, with him.

"Great ! How about we grab a snack together before we call it a night, then ?"

"Sounds amazing. Lunch break's been forever ago." You sigh, subtly rubbing where your empty stomach sits.

"Cool, so what does your tummy crave ?" Carlos asks, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

Thinking it over, you prefer a lighter meal over some heavy food, considering you don't drink coffee and you don't know how your body will react with overly spicy over heavy food over it.

You take a look around your area, along the busy street littered with shops, you spot a small stand selling waffles. Perfect. A snack and it fits your beverages as well.

"How about that waffle stand there ?" Pointing your finger to the general direction of where you spotted the stand.

Carlos' eyes light up like a childs' on christmas. Nodding his head, he offers up his arm to take and walk over to the waffle stand.

"I love waffles, you know ?" Carlos grins brightly, nearly dragging you there once you placed your hand in the crook of his elbow.

You gift him a smile and nod for him to continue talking.

"Back at home, we didn't exactly have things like waffle stands. But when mi padre came back from the U.S. one time, he got some for my siblings and me. Fell in love with it instantly, but they were hard to come by. So when I first moved here, I had to physically stop myself getting them every day." He laughs, ending his little anecdote.

Looking at him the entire time he spoke, you admire him for telling you of his childhood.

Carlos doesn't like talking about it a lot, and you can figure out why. You never pressure him to do it either, but appreciate and cherish the little things he does share with you.

After arriving at the little stand, the vendor asks for your order.

"Two waffles, please. You can go crazy with toppings; my treat, no arguing."

You tell your companion, knowing he will most likely argue like the gentleman he is.

But being equal to him is far more important to you.

And crazy does he go. Fair enough, not as crazy as some kids go, but it sure is something seeing a man of Carlos stature holding a waffle with chocolate sauce, sprinkles and a few marshmallows as topping sure is a sight. Not to mention the sincere and happy smile as he eyes the treat, withholding himself until you have yours.

Taking your waffle and paying the vendor, you leave a little extra for them and turn to Carlos again, who gestures his head behind him, wanting you to follow him. Regarding him closer, you notice his hair swing with his motion, almost completely back to how you know it. Very sweet.

Looking at him in confusion, you step up beside him to take a look.

He wants you two to sit near the fountain on a bench.

"Good idea." You acknowledge, before lightly bumping into his arms to make him follow you.

After being seated, you enjoy your waffles in silence, with you finishing first.

You wait until Carlos finishes so you can bring both of your cardboards to the trash.

Taking the opportunity to look at him next to you, you realize that no one in a long time had made you feel so content and safe the way Carlos does so effortlessly.

When he finishes with a satisfied hum, you blink yourself out of your train of thought.

"Give me your cardboard, I'll put them both in the trash real quick."

Nodding in thanks, he hands his over and you do as you said.

Coming back to him, he is already standing, fixing his shirt a little before you approach.

"It's getting late now, and I know we both have early shift tomorrow, so if you want to go home I would like to bring you home."

Feeling the tiredness settling in your bones, you accept the offer, once again relishing in the safe feeling Carlos gives you.

After one public transport ride later, where you really had to restrain yourself from falling asleep on Carlos' shoulder, you finally arrive home about half an hour later.

"Thank you for taking me home. I guess I see you tomorrow morning." You say, keys in hand, ready to fall into bed.

"No problem. Sleep well." Carlos smiles slightly.

Waiting a beat of a moment, you do something you would normally control your impulse not to do it.

But gripping Carlos' shoulder, you lean in to give him a kiss on his cheek, squeezing his shoulder, before turning back and entering your flat, not waiting for an answer.

Throwing off your jacket and shoes in the entry way, you prepare for bed and the next day.

And boy, what one hell of a day that will be.

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Part 2

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Some Carlos sketches

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Staring down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands you crossed off another item on your list which left only a few more things before your grocery trip would be complete. Behind you, the tall man who had accompanied you on his day off was browsing the various brands of cereal that lined the shelves, brightly colored boxes all designed specifically to draw the attention of shoppers. The marketing tactic clearly worked because he grabbed the boxed with the most obnoxious colors and characters on the front.

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Your leg bounced anxiously as you sat in the open bed of your pickup truck, the wind around you wiping the drawstrings of your sweatshirt back and forth as you stared up at the dark starry sky awaiting the arrival of a helicopter.

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Staring down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands you crossed off another item on your list which left only a few more things before your grocery trip would be complete. Behind you, the tall man who had accompanied you on his day off was browsing the various brands of cereal that lined the shelves, brightly colored boxes all designed specifically to draw the attention of shoppers. The marketing tactic clearly worked because he grabbed the boxed with the most obnoxious colors and characters on the front.

Carlos Oliveira General Relationship Headcanons

i was trying to be original until i realized someone else has already done this :(

Quick and simple Carlos x reader fic. No warnings. Domestic fluff. 739 words.

Enjoy?

Sorry, no title. I couldn't think of one.

Carlos was sitting at the table, staring outside. He was bored beyond belief, and you wouldn’t be home for another half hour. He had the day off, but everyone he could’ve been hanging out with was at work, so he just spent the entire day alone.

RE Boys Coming Home to a Sleeping S/O

This has been a dead ass account, with the last post being literal months old now and about a whole different fandom. I recently got into Resident Evil (Thanks DBD for adding my new husband Wesker) and while my ass is struggling to understand the lore outside the basics, I’m trying and I’m also gonna write these characters anyways. Are they going to be OOC? Probably. But take some of the RE boys coming home to a sleeping S/O.

if there's a guy you want not in here, it's likely because I know so little of him. I'm still getting into the series (I'm only up to RE5 as of now).

GN!Reader, Fluff, Not at all edited, Likely OOC portrayals

Characters: Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira

A Wounded Worrior- Notes at the end~

Everything was hazy, but I could faintly make out where I was. My father was sitting on the edge of the pond. I sat next to him as he just gazed out into the distance. "Another close call?," he asked me, not breaking his contact with the water's edge. I sighed, already feeling the frustration bubble up inside. Shaking my head slightly, I meekly uttered, "I'm trying, okay? It's not an easy time anymore. Things are so- so different, and we have to fight now to live." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It took me a minute to compose myself, I finally looked up at him. "Where did you go?" I asked him. I felt a soreness in my core. I wanted to let out so much more. I was happy to see him but angry he left me. When he looked back at me slowly, I could make out scars scattered across his face from the many fights he got into while alive. He looked completely normal, except for his eyes. They looked like they had a glassy, milky film over them. He looked like he was searching for the words to say, like he wasn't too sure. He eventually settled with a sigh and a slight head shake, "I'm not too sure, either," he looked back to the pond. I felt the tears stream down my face, I knew when he was done talking with me. My father was never really someone to open up with emotions, why should now be any different?

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" I felt a forceful push on my chest. Heavy thuds on my sternum. My consciousness slipping back into reality, I coughed up water and my eyes fluttered. When I could see clearly, I made out the figure of a man who helped me sit upright. "There ya go, easy," he had the mix of a stern but also gentle touch. After a minute I could see him clearly- Really buff. Like he worked out for a living. A uniform, must be soldier affiliated? Being new to Raccoon, I couldn't really make out who the organization was. He had a stubble on his face that led to shaggy, black hair, that I admittedly wanted to pet. "Who- who are you? Where am I? I managed to choke out. I winced, my head hurt badly, like someone threw a brick at my skull. It took me a moment to realize I was soaking wet. The clothes clinging to my skin made me extremely uncomfortable, but compared to the pain in my head I couldn't worry too much about it at the moment. "I'm Carlos, I work for the U.B.C.S. My team has been going around collecting survivors and bringing them back to a safe area we built. I just so happen to walk by this pond and found you washed up." He must have noticed me wince from my head trauma cause he pulled out some pills. "Take these, they might help." I reluctantly took the pills and stared at him, eyes squinting. "Hey, I'm here to help," he put up his hands in surrender and chuckled. I smiled slightly and downed the pills, regretting not having water but I would live. Carlos got into a squatting position next to me, "You think you can stand? Walk?" I thought for a moment, nodding and trying to will myself to get on my feet. Carlos made it obvious he was there to help me if I felt like I needed it, holding my hand and placing his other hand on my spine to help me stand straight. I faltered at first but eventually got my footing and smiled at him. "I'm good," I said warmly, still accepting his help. Carlos chuckled and kept an arm around me to keep me balanced. "Yeah, yeah. I got ya hot shot," he joked.

It didn't take us too long to reach our destination. An underground bunker. It looked like they put a whole bunch of cable cars together to make a whole little shelter. "Home sweet home," Carlos chimed. "Well… at least for now." I was walking much better than when we first started our trek. Granted I'm still limping, but I'm not still on the lake shore. So better than nothing. I rolled my eyes to myself. The medication Carlos gave me worked way too well. No more headache within minutes of taking the pills. I was extremely grateful. I followed Carlos into the shelter, being greeted by a few other survivors, an older man and a woman named Jill. It took me a moment to get used to everyone, I almost immediately warmed up to Mikhail Viktor. He had a thick Russian accent and many stories to tell. Hearing him tell his stories took my mind off the current predicament we were all in. Carlos left for a bit with a small team of soldiers to see if they could find any more survivors. I stayed behind with Mikhail and the other survivors. We made ourselves at least a little comfortable, considering we were in a homemade bunker, hiding from zombies and aliens. I managed to get some warm clothes, one of the soldiers having raided a clothing store for the survivors. The sweater I got was a little too big and hung too low but I could manage. I made a small place to hang out near the others just sitting on the subway bench still listening to Mikhail tell his stories about how it has been working for Umbrella and being a leader of the Delta Platoon.

I was huddled, arms on my knees as I sat on my little bench when I heard multiple people's boots hit the metal of the floor walking back in. "We only found a couple more, I think that's it though." Carlos told Mikhail, who in turn sighed and nodded. "I'm happy we found the ones we have here," Mikhail looked amongst the survivors who were with us and smiled. I laid there and smiled back, not participating in conversation but listening. There was joking in between some of the soldiers and Mikhail and mingling in between some of the survivors that I would tune into at times. After a bit, Carlos walked up to me and sat on the same bench as me and I looked up at him. "Ya know, I left before I could get your name," he smiled at me. I leaned up and thought for a moment. "It's Jenna." I smiled up at him and stretched. Carlos smiled back at me, "So, tell me how ya ended up in that lake. Forget how to swim?" He joked and crossed his arms, leaning towards me. I had to think of it for a bit. To be honest, I'm not too sure how I ended up washed up on shore. I told him my memory was a little hazy but I know I'm not from here. I explained how I recently lost my father and brothers to a disease and had to get away from where I was living. It felt like nowhere was safe and I took my chances trying to get to Raccoon City. Now, I'm sitting with a soldier for Umbrella in a subway car, hiding from the infected. "That pretty much sums up everything. What I can remember at least." I looked to the floor. Carlos looked interested in my story, like he had questions and concerns at some points.

I lost interest talking about me, feeling the sting from talking about my family coming back. "Tell me about you." I quickly changed the subject. "How'd you end up working for Umbrella? What is Umbrella? Are you from Raccoon?" I looked up to him, anticipating his response. He looked back at me, a little perplexed at either my sudden change of subject or all my questions. "Well, I'm not from Raccoon. I'm from South America. A small village that was riddled with poverty. Not a fun place to live. I'm the 5th child of 7 kids, my two older brothers dying before I was even born…" he went on to tell me he was stuck in a world with tons of gang crimes and being forced to grow up from a young age. Despite only knowing Carlos for a couple of hours, I felt really bad for him. I put my hand on his shoulder as he talked about the faint memories of his mother, and he smiled and put his hand on mind. We continued talking about how this whole virus thing unfolded and how Carlos met Jill.

I already had my reservations on everyone; I trust Carlos and Mikhail already. They seem genuine and like they just want to help. Jill… I don't fully trust her. She has an air about her I just don't trust, but I don't hate her either. And I know deep down, she feels the same way. I've made friends with most of the other survivors, some had their walls up. For good reason, I get it. I gave those who wanted to be alone their space. There's one woman here who has her 12 year old daughter with her. They just barely survived their home burning down, the father (being infected) having started the fire. The little girl's name is Leena and she carries around a cute stuffed cat that's slightly charred. I can tell both Leena and her mother aren't ready to open up to everyone yet. When the soldiers came back, I noticed one of the men gave Leena a chocolate bar and she lit up like a Christmas tree. We are in a tough situation. This is all terrible, we all lost family and friends. But it's the small things that get us by.

I wake up to light chitter chatter. Opening my eyes, I noticed a small group of people gathered and talking quietly. Mikhail noticed me awake first, "Jenna! Dobroye utro," he offered me a granola bar and some orange juice, smiling wide. I was never much for breakfast, but I happily took his food offer, practically starving. I don't even remember the last time I ate. I sleepily replied with a 'Thank you' and ate my breakfast, still listening to the group talk. Carlos, Jill, Mikhail and one or two older survivors were talking about what happened to Raccoon. "It almost seems like everyday gets worse. Everyone is dying, and when they don't die they try to kill you. Or worse, you yourself could be infected and want to do nothing more than to kill," an older woman complained. "Times are definitely not the same," Another old woman chimed, taking a puff of her cigarette. One of the soldiers, I learned his name to be Nathan, shook his head. "No! We have to be strong. We can't be pessimistic about this. Yeah it sucks and a lot of us have good reasons to want to give up. A lot of us have lost loved ones and family. But they would want us to fight and survive. We can do this! We can make it out!" Carlos put a hand to Nathan's shoulder and gave him some rough pats, reassuring him we’ll make it out. Mikhail tried to lighten the mood with some jokes and funny stories while more people woke up and joined in.

It wasn't long before we had to abandon our set up and trek to a new hiding spot. It was a long journey and there had to be many breaks taken, letting the older group keep up and stopping for the one child with us. Every time we stopped every soldier would scout the area, making sure it's okay to rest for a moment. We were never left in the dark about the infected. We had at most 6 soldiers watching our six, including Carlos. Over the past few days, I had gotten really close to Carlos. He knew how to cheer everyone up in this God awful predicament. Knew exactly what could make someone feel better and had a witty and charming personality to go with it. He was helpful, caring, optimistic- I felt my cheeks warming up as I heard Carlos come up to me. "Hey, think we can find any good snacks in that little convenience store?" He bumped me and pointed to an abandoned building. I lifted an eyebrow, finding solace in knowing HE knew it was a convenience store. To me, it just looked like all the other abandoned buildings that were scattered around. I looked at him and nodded. Carlos alerted his soldier buddy that he and I were heading towards the decrepit building. We both ran towards the building, looking out for any infected that could ambush us. As we got closer, I noticed it used to be a red and white painted store, the paint chipping and vines growing over it. What didn't have chipped paint and growth was covered in ash and debris. Already knowing the door was locked, Carlos busted through the glass door with his gun. He unlocked the door from the inside and opened the door properly, probably so we didn't trip on the bottom. "Ladies first," he playfully chuckled and held the door open. I looked at him and crossed my arms at him. "Woooww, what a gentleman." I rolled my eyes and walked inside. "What? It's not like they'll call the cops on us. And I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we borrowed some food for our little pack." He walked in after me and we looked through the shelves. Carlos handed me a bookbag to fill it.I was careful not to pick up anything that had already expired. We have zombies to worry about, we don't need someone in the group throwing up constantly. Carlos got almost every beverage in the fridges available. After that he ran up to the front and looked at the cigarettes. We both stopped in our tracks, hearing a low rumble. I quickly looked at Carlos and his expression did not settle me in the slightest. "That's not one of the guys…" I heard him mumble under his breath. He ran to the window and peeked outside, hugging himself close to the wall. I watched him and tried hiding myself as well. I took an opportunity to run into a little employee lobby behind the front counter and watched Carlos from there. "Ah, shit!" I heard Carlos mutter, he quickly made his way beside me in the small room. We both watched a huge monster walk by the store windows. It's huge body looked slimey and wrinkled, covered in boils and it's skin loose.

Carlos took note of all his ammo and kept a close eye on the infected just outside the store. "How are we gonna get out of this one," I asked, quietly and a little pessimistic. Carlos looked at me and smiled, "There ain't nothing I can't handle. And you're one of the bravest people I've encountered yet. You and me? I feel like we're unstoppable together." He patted my head, handed me a smaller gun and I could feel my face blush. I looked back to the creature stalking the store, but it seemed to have moved on. Not finding this abandoned gas station interesting in the least. I, having the least amount of experience compared to my company, followed Carlos's lead. I watched him listen for a bit and he slowly walked out of the small employee room we hid in. He looked out of the closest window in search of the creature. Then moved to the farthest window, making sure it didn't circle the store.

There was a long, tense moment of silence before Carlos turned to me. "Alright, we gotta be quick. We don't know if that thing knows where the rest of the group is." I quickly ran to get the goods and followed Carlos out the door. The first bit of our walk was intense, still prepared to attack any unwelcome company. But I needed to bring up something on my mind. "So Carlos. We're unstoppable, huh?" I gave him a sly smirk, noticing him look at me and think for a moment. After some thought, he put one arm around me playfully. He always knew how to make me laugh. "Oh, come on, Jen. Of course we make an unstoppable team. You've been following me around. You know how to fight. Plus, I feel like you knew how to fight loong before all this started up. With my impeccable combat skills and your know- how of guns and knives, we make a kick ass team!" He laughed at me, and we walked down the way with his arm continuously around me. I didn't mind. I felt safe near him. He said I could handle myself, and I certainly can! But he made me feel… better. Safe. Like I wasn't alone in all of this. I pushed the feelings away for a bit, thinking myself as weak. 'This is no time for foolish feelings like that', I would always think. But with Carlos? He makes it seem like it's not love. We can just be friends and have a good time… but do I want to be just friends? Does he?

weekly reminder that Carlos is beautiful

Random drabbles about Yandere Carlos

Tags: Yandere themes obviously, somewhat forced affections, events of re3

I have so many ideas of how a yandere Carlos in the events of RE3, like imagine you being one of the civilians that he's supposed to safely get out of Raccoon City yet he's having you follow him around the city like his own personal assistant. If Carlos is one thing it's possessive, so having you away or worse under the watch of his teammates twists Carlos' stomach in a way he can't express. He can barely tolerate having Jill watch over you, one part of him being paranoid that anyone and everyone is waiting to swoop in and take you away. Despite Carlos' suave and charismatic external shell, he's extremely anxious about losing you, and even more insecure that someone else better will come along.

Any character that i should add?

*Vendetta Leon has joined the group

Dating Carlos Oliveira Would Include

Requested by anon:

Hey may i request a dating wesker would include ? If you don’t want to do this than maybe with Carlos?😊

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