#addy carver x reader

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 20

A/N: Getting close to the end guys! Does anyone have any ideas for another series or blurbs? Open to suggestions.

Chapter 20

10k stayed in and out of consciousness, so much to the point I was starting to worry. Eventually, by luck, we met up with Warren and the others. 

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Warren spoke, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. 

I shook my head, “All good” though I’m not sure it was. 

“How’s your little girl?” She smiled fondly at the memory of her. 

A small smile tugged on my lips, “She’s good, talking, being a menace” which earned a chuckle from Warren. 

“Where is your daughter now?” Hector, who I managed to learn they had beef with for a while but was now on our side. 

I winced, “it’s a long story, but she's with this couple that took us in. Very fortified place”

Hector nodded and mumbled something about that being nice as Doctor Sun Mei glanced back at 10k who slept, she said nothing but looked skeptical. 

“What can you tell us about Murphy town?” Warren asked. 

I shook my head. “Not much, there’s a lot of security, a zombie moat, and these people just listen to him”

“Now that’s odd” Warren grunted, I nodded. 

“That’s all I got before he knocked me out” I stated 

Hector raised an eyebrow “knocked you out?”

I nodded, “yeah, woke up in a psych ward, that’s how I met up with doc and 10k”

“Oh you’re gonna wanna hear this!” Doc piped up and went on to tell the whole story, I snorted, laughing at some of the funny parts. 

“Sounds like you guys have been up to quite a bit” Addy pipes up. I nod. The ride continued swapping stories of zombies, family before, and just what we wish the world was now. 

Warren pulled to a stop at a lookout that gave us a good view of Murphy's little village. If it came to a fight I don't know if I'd be able to go down swinging. I promised I'd make it back to Em. 

I sighed quietly, taking a look at 10k who was still passed out. Good, sleep it off. The more time I have to plan out this conversation the better. 

Warren decided to set up camp here, so we sat around a low-burning fire eating beans Maggie packed for me. I stood taking what was left of my bowl over to the opened trunk of the car where 10k lay. Though instead of asleep, his eyes were open staring at the roof of the car. His head turned my way. Fuck. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked, voice still groggy from sleep, or drugs, or Murphy, hell maybe a combo. 

I took a breath, “been here a while” he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the trunk. 

He looked at the bowl in my hand and then back up to my face. “Come to really put a knife in my chest?” He deadpanned. 

No emotion was shown in his eyes, I glanced over to see if anyone was listening, if they were they were doing a good job hiding it. 

“I came to apologize, and save your ass” I offered up the bowl of beans, he crossed his arms over his chest in rejection so I set it on the edge of the trunk beside him. 

He stayed silent, either not wanting to listen or telling me to continue. Regardless I continued. “I was selfish, I chose Emma over you and the mission and I’m sorry.”

He loosened the tightness of his arms but his face remained stoic so I just went on, “Every waking moment I think about you, about us. fuck you’re in my dreams too. I was stupid and you can hate me all you want, I deserve it.” 

He remained silent, as tears threatened to spill. Heat ran its way up from my cheeks to the tops of my ears. I could tell he was in contemplation, I knew him all too well. “I would’ve gone with you,” he said, firm and truthful. “You could’ve just said something, everything could’ve been okay. All you had to do was just fucking say something!” His fist hit the carpet inside but still made a loud enough noise that made me jump. 

He went on, “The little savior act isn’t going to fix things. I should’ve known you would’ve picked that thing over me. I was happier thinking you were dead” 

I couldn’t stop the tear that fell down my cheek but I wasn’t about to cry in earshot of everyone else. I simply nodded and walked away, noticing we had gathered an audience. 

My feet carried me past the group, ignoring Warren calling out for me. This is exactly how I figured it would go. I should’ve just stayed at the farm. Crawling into one of the tents we set up, I laid on the sleeping bag and sobbed, Not caring about anyone hearing me. 

I sobbed, knowing you fucked up was one guilt but hearing it was a whole other level. I almost hadn’t heard Addy enter the tent. “Y/N, you wanna talk?”

Shaking my head earned a sigh from her, then some rustling and a sudden warmth at my back. I didn’t stray from her touch when she wrapped around me.

Addy rested her nose on the top of my head. A hand in my hair, rubbing in soothing circles. “I don’t think he means what he said,” she said lowly. So they had heard. 

I shook my head but she just shushed me, “Give him time, it’s obvious he’s not in the right mind at the moment”. It didn’t matter to me, somewhere deep in his mind he meant that. She held me, soothing me as I cried. Even as I fell asleep. 

That morning I woke alone, not that it bothered me. I was becoming used to waking up alone. I didn’t want to leave the safety of the tent. Leaving meant facing the group. Facing 10k. I couldn’t do that, though there wasn’t much choice in that matter. I’d have to leave eventually. 

Before I could even think about getting up Warren made her way into the tent, biscuit in hand which she offered out to me. I took it with a small smile. 

“He ran off” was all she said, I knew though. I just nodded and so she continued “We’re gonna fight, it'll be messy. I know you got that little girl to take care of so if you wanted to leave” Did I want to leave? I felt indifferent about fighting.

“If you find yourselves out our way, stop by,” I said, she nodded. I’m sure she knew what my choice was going to be. I told her how to find us, “when 10K gets fixed-“

She smiled, “I’ll send him your way, give that little girl a hug for me” I nodded and smiled, turning on my heel to face the tent. 

I didn’t waste time gathering my stuff. When I was done, I went to say my goodbyes but saw Addie talking to Warren who held a sullen expression on her face. 

Doc grabbed my attention as he said “I hate to see you go again” I turned to look at him. 

“I know, I want to stay and make sure he’s okay but I can’t.” He held his hand up as if he understood, “If I would’ve just stayed-“

“Hey, don’t. None of us could’ve known that Murphy was going to do that.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Murphy set that whole thing up, he knew what he was doing, it wasn’t your fault”

It was like everything clicked together, he truly had planned it all out. Fucker. He deserves everything that’s coming. “You bring him home to me,” I said, pulling Doc into a tight hug.

“We’ll be right behind you kiddo,” he said into my hair, slowly loosening his hold on me. With that, I left. 

Chapter 21

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[dazedstarr]

10k is so babygirl and i don't think i even need to elaborate

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, usual violence towards Z’s

Chapter: 5.05

People. Zombies. Bombs. Chaos.

Altura still hadn’t recovered from the bombing, and survivors were still scrambling to try and find their loved ones. You felt a sense of guilt knowing that some had lost everyone and everything, while you still had 10k and Red. Red was more concerned than either of you that Doc, Warren, and Murphy were nowhere to be seen, but you had a gut feeling they were gone but not dead.

“I’d bet any money the three of them will turn up soon. Murphy, no doubt caught up in something dangerous, he’ll drag the rest of them into.”

10k suddenly jolts up in the cot; it takes him a moment to gather his bearings. Once he realizes his place in your shared rent, he leans his head back, using his hand to grip the bedsheets before feeling for you.

“Do you feel any better?”

“A little,” he confirms. His voice was raspy from being in a deep sleep less than a minute before. “I had a dream we were still living out on the road, still on the mission to get that dickhead to California, and we kept encountering the same issues as before except this time we had a baby... I was useless. I could hold my own child or even take out a z; everyone had to do it for me.”

You lean forward and kiss the crown of his head. “You will be able to use your gun again; it will just take time to adjust.”

“You don’t know that.”

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, he said, “Yes, I do. Because I know the second you sense danger, your fatherly instincts will kick in, and protecting this baby will be the most natural thing in the world.”

He closes his eyes. “I hope so.”

You stand and offer him your hand. “Come on, once we’ve had breakfast, I’m going to help you practice.”

—

Behind the main buildings in Altura is a wooded area in which Red has set up a shooting range for 10k to practice his aim. So far, he has missed the tin can with every shot he has taken. The part of the hospital that had prosthetic limbs was destroyed during the bombing, and Sun Mei said it would be a while before new ones were made. He was given a leather pouch to cover his stump with a hook on the end of it, which was causing him to struggle to keep grip on his weapon.

“Just take your time,” Red says, reassuring him.

When 10K misses the target again, he lets out a hiss of pain. You motion to his stump and say, “Let me take a look.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine if you’re in pain.”

Knowing you wouldn’t let it go, 10k pulls down the leather pouch for you to inspect his stitches. The swelling was going down, but infection was weeping from the stitches. “You need to show Sun Mei and get more antibiotics.”

“Maybe you should take a break or use your left hand,” Red suggests.

“Just forget it.”

Red looks upset as 10k walks away. You place your hand on her shoulder and say, “Hey, thank you. It might not seem like it, but I know Tommy really appreciates everything you’re doing for him.”

She pulls you in for a hug. “I’m really scared; we are lucky we survived the first bombing. What if there’s another?”

“Then we do the same thing: keep each other safe.”

—

When you can’t find 10k in the medical bay, you go looking for him in the woods, but he spots you first. He puts his finger to his lips, signaling for you to remain silent, then waves you over. Crouching down beside him, you watch as two men shock a z with an electric baton, forcing it into one of the buildings, which looked empty aside from a few vans.

“What do we do?” You whisper.

“We gotta know where he’s taking it.”

You stay close to him as you make your way into the building. You jump back and grip onto his shoulder when Z's fingers peek through the crack underneath a large metal door, with metal chains covering the door as an extra precaution. 10k presses his ear against another securely locked door.

Quietly, you say, “It sounds like wild animals behind the doors.”

10k says nothing and leans back. Seconds later, a beeping sound fills the room, followed by the sound of a door opening and footsteps. 10k points to a large shipping truck, and you both crawl underneath it to avoid being seen.

From the spot you’re in, you notice Florida license plates on the back of the van in front. The man paces back and forth before eventually leaving the building.

You crawl out first, being careful so your stomach doesn’t rub against the concrete ground. You help 10K up and begin to dust yourself down, noting the fresh trail of mud tracks with traces of blood on the ground.

10k whispers, “We should go before—oh shit.”

A man’s voice comes from the opposite side of the truck. “Let’s get this shit over with.”

Not knowing where to go, you run to one of the other shipping trucks and climb into the back of it. When it starts to move slowly you ask, “Do we jump?”

Before you can make a decision, the back of the truck is facing the large metal doors, which are now unlocked, and a large ball made up of Z’s clutched together comes rolling towards you.

With no way of escaping, 10k points to the panels on the ceiling of the truck. “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

—

You feel physically sick watching as 10k struggles to hold onto the wooden panel, which was the only thing keeping him from being devoured by the Z’s below. He was too far away for you to help him, and if you made any noise, the driver would hear it and most likely shoot the both of you.

When the truck comes to a sudden stop and the doors at the back open, allowing the Z’s to roll out of it, When the engine is turned back on, you both let go of the panels and jump down just as the truck starts to move off again, leaving the both of you deserted in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees. You sigh, noticing the pouch 10K had covering his wound was gone.

Even though you land on your feet, 10K is beside you with a worried look on his face. “Soon as we get to safety, we are done; no more adventures for either of us.”

You place your hand on your stomach and say, “As happy as I am that we have Doc and Warren back in our lives, I sometimes wish we never left the treehouse.”

—

“How far along do you think you are?”

Because of the bombing, you never got your scan. You tried to work it out, but since you didn’t track days, it was impossible to actually know. “Since I’m not showing, I’d say I’m still in my first trimester. Maybe in five or six weeks, what do you think?”

When you don’t get an answer, you look back and see 10k crouching down, looking at some footprints left in the dirt. “These are Doc and Warren's footsteps.”

Noticing a small hill, you run up it and see newly dug graves. Seeing a fairly clean bandana on the ground, you kneel down to get it. You wipe it off and give it to 10k; he ties it around his stump to keep it covered.

You study the graves and are thankful you don’t know any of the names carved onto the wooden crosses above each one. Hearing a faint, snarling noise, you turn to see a Z coming up behind you.

You stumble backwards, “Tommy!”

He grabs one of the wooden planks sticking out of the ground, snaps it, and then stabs the Z in the head.

“Eight thousand six hundred and nine.”

While getting to your feet, you notice a red mark on a wooden sign. “It looks like spray paint. Do we follow it?”

He nods.

While following the road, you notice a few more of the red marks left behind on trees. Luckily, it was only the odd Z you came across; 10K was trying to shoot and was swaying on its feet, walking in your direction. After several failed attempts, he uses the opposite hand and manages to shoot it in the head.

“Eight thousand six hundred and ten,” you smile.

—

Soon as you make it to a small town, you take cover behind a car with the same red markings on it. It was parked outside a building with distant music coming from it.

“Are you sure about this? What if it’s a trap?”

“I’ll go in first,” 10K says. “You keep a good distance behind me; if it’s safe, I’ll wave for you to follow.”

You plant a soft kiss on his lips and say, “Okay.”

A side door is open, so it’s easy for you to get inside.10k enters the building first, checking it was clear before waving you to follow. When you reach the room the staircase you’re walking down leads to, 10k goes in first. Sweat drips down your brow as you wait to hear his voice call out, and you let out a sigh of relief when you finally hear him again. “Oh my god,” he calls back to you. “Astra, it’s safe to come in; it’s Doc!”

The room is filled with red lights, giving the impression that it was a seedy nightclub. Soon as you walk in, you see 10k and Doc hugging, and you rush over to join them. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Doc; we've got so much shit we need to tell you! Are Warren and Murphy with you?”

“I’m glad you kids are safe.”

10k steps back from the hug first and taps you on the shoulder. “Uh, it’s your sister.”

You open your eyes, and for the first time in years, you see Addy standing before you. Her hair was much darker and longer than you remember, and from the glaze in her eyes, you could tell she was drunk.

“Hey sis.”

You stare at her speechless; nobody has ever broken your heart like she did, and seeing her again, smiling as if nothing happened, opens up the old wound you tried so hard to heal.

Hearing more steps approaching, your hand goes to a glass bottle sitting on the table next to you.

“Oh my god,” Warren says when she notices you. “You two have no idea how worried we were after hearing about the bombing.”

Warren sees your struggle to hold back tears and pulls you in for a hug and whispers, “I’ve got you, baby girl; I’ve got you.”

—

You look at Murphy suspiciously as he pours out drinks from behind a bar. He was dressed in a red suit, which matched his red skin. When he offers you a cup, you push it back and say, "No thanks.”

He grunts, “Not good enough for you, princess.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over to join the rest of your group, sitting around a circle table. It felt weird to be with 10K, Doc, Warren, Addy, and Murphy at the same time again. George was there as well, but it still felt like old times.

You sit beside 10K, who was explaining what you saw. “Those vans are being loaded up deliberately. Somebody’s shipping a truckload of zombie tourists.”

“So you think it’s Altura?” Warren asks.

“I don’t know.”

“It’s where we saw the vans, but it could be anybody.”

While the conversation continues, Addy tries to make eye contact with you, but given the amount of alcohol you witnessed her drink, you pretended not to notice.

[pinkpoppymoon]

Carver sisters missing each other

@topazy Inside, outside

Shout out to the Carver sister angst! It hurts like hell 😭🤣

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being Addy Carver being all cute with you.

Addison Carver was the main reason you were still alive during this whole zombie apocalypse. Not only did she save your life more than once with that studded bat of hers, but she was also your motivation to keep on going. You’d nearly given up before but that cute grin and snarky sense of humor had you keep on coming back to the determined survivor that you were. “Why are you watching me?” She asked, while she was messing around with some electronic thing connected to a computer.

“Just trying to see what you’re doing,” You said, which wasn’t the whole truth - you had just been admiring the flame-haired beauty. “What is it?”

“Trying to see if I can add to my old blog,” Addie said, tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly as she worked on trying to get some of the power back. “I used to try to keep it up to let the future people know what’s gone on here but-” She shrugged - there wasn’t much hope of that these days. “-now I just keep it to have a record of you.”

“Of me?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. “What makes me so special? I think you should record about yourself, you’re much more interesting than I am.” At that, Addie would reach out for you and you would give in. She’d wrap an arm around you and pull you to her lap on the old computer chair. You kissed her cheek and she smiled widely.

“That,” Addie would say, pointing to her cheek where your kiss had been. “I don’t want to forget a thing.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[harringtown]

no bad things had happened then

requested by anonymous

read the first part here (not necessary to understand this one but theyre loosely connected!)

Pairing: 10k x reader

Summary: an apocalypse wedding! (aka doc officiates, murphy cries, and everyone is happy)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: blood/violence mention

-

Holding a wedding during the apocalypse is surprisingly easy to put together if you let go of all pre-conceived expectations about what a wedding should be. There is no beautiful venue or a mass of guests or catered meals, no brand new dresses and tuxedos, no formalities of any kind.

Doc and Addy do most of the planning, and direct the others around for a whole week, cleaning out the business center of the motel you’ve commandeered and spending hours in the room constructing a venue fit for a zombie apocalypse wedding. Admittedly, the majority of the work rests in clearing the space of years worth of blood and bodies and debris.

Warren and Addy help you find a dress in an old thrift shop, and with a little sewing and a few rounds in a bin with soap, it’s halfway to a real dress. Murphy is on food, surprisingly enjoying the days he spends in the kitchen whipping up random items.

Doc officiates, having gotten ordained at some point before the world went to shit. He’s officiated a handful of hippie weddings, a few gay weddings, and even conducted a ceremony in divorce court, but a ceremony in the apocalypse is a little tricker.

10k stands in front of a dusty bathroom mirror in one of the motel rooms, a handful deemed usable by the group. A wedding means a well-needed reprieve from the mission and the endless traveling, and half the time here has been used for catching up on sleep.

10k adjusts his tie for the tenth time, and Mack ducks into the bathroom, shoving 10k’s hands out of the way and fixing the loops. He pats 10k on the arm, giving him a lopsided grin in the mirror.

“Not too late to run, man,” he says. One side of 10k’s mouth twitches, and he turns.

“Even if I did, she’d find me.”

“And kick your ass to the next century,” says Murphy, who isn’t 10k’s biggest fan - and vice versa - but seeing as you threatened to blow his hand off if he didn’t get out of your room, he’s resigned himself to bugging the guys.

“Murphy’s right on that one,” Doc says from the bedroom. “And could you blame her?”

10k and Mack head out into the main room where Doc and Murphy are getting ready. There wasn’t exactly a bridal shop to raid for matching dresses and suits, each garment odd and out of place, but it’s almost fitting, considering who everyone is.

The group is a patchwork family, dragged from each corner of the barren world and plopped together randomly with a mission to save a world that was long gone. It was never supposed to be a family, never supposed to be anything but a temporary survival tool.

At some point, though, the people around 10k became the only things that matter in the broken, bleeding world.

Murphy wears a suit with a pattern that can only be described as ’90’s arcade carpet’ with funky shapes and bright colors against a black base. On anyone else, it would look ridiculous, but Murphy is such a ridiculous character that the suit almost seems tame. Doc’s suit, inevitably, is covered in marijuana leaves. Mack’s is velvet and navy blue with soft purple flowers.

10k’s suit is a little more simple, though not by much. Deep maroon, with black undertones atop a white dress shirt. They couldn’t find fancy shoes, and 10k would have refused them anyway, so he still wears his beat up combat boots, and the outlines of weapons tucked into his pockets are lightly visible through the fabric.

He doesn’t feel like the kid with the rifle that he thinks of himself as. Not the warrior, the soldier, the child, but a man.

Doc comes up behind him and places his hands on 10k’s shoulders, squeezing lightly.

“Ready to get hitched, kid?”

10k gives him a tiny, nervous smile through the faded mirror. Doc pats his shoulders and steps away.

“Long as you don’t forget your vows, you’re good.”

10k blanches, and asks, “Wait, does that happen a lot?”

“All the time,” Murphy says. “Messes the whole thing right up.”

“Oh, fuck off, Murphy,” Mack says, hitting his hair with another spurt of hairspray before heading for the door, smacking Murphy hard on the back as he passes. “Stop trying to get in his head, and go make sure your pigs in a blanket aren’t burning.”

“Pigs in a blanket,” Murphy grumbles, following Mack to the door, “As if.”

-

The motel lobby has been transformed from apocalyptic wasteland to an, admittedly grimy, decently set up place. The creme colored walls have been scrubbed of dirt and blood, and various decorations - all unlatching - don the walls, likely snagged from various stores around the town. An arch made of plastic flowers has been nailed into the wall, and a few plastic chairs sit opposite it. There’s even a tiny, blue carpet that stretches between the chairs up to the arch.

The wedding is not traditional, and none of you wanted it to be. 10k doesn’t wait up at the head, instead behind the chairs with Doc, standing in front of you and Warren.

Today, while Doc and Warren are technically giving you away, the footsteps of everyone you’ve loved and lost - family and friends and strangers - stand behind you, their invisible hands in yours.

10k walks first, Doc leading him down the short carpet to the arch. Doc stands facing Mack, Murphy, Addy, and Cassandra in their chairs, and 10k stands beside him, facing the place you will take.

Warren leads you next, and as you walk, Addy and Mack croon an out-of-tune wedding march, and even Murphy, Cassandra, and Warren join in, the lobby filled with bad singing by the time you make it down the makeshift aisle.

10k’s lips part as he gets a full view of you, hair pinned up by Addy, light makeup scrounged from an old pharmacy painted on your face. The dress is clearly old, but clean, and beautiful.

It’s a little weird to see you without a gun in your hands and blood splattered across your cheek; you’re the most beautiful person 10k has ever seen in both situations. Here, in a wedding dress, and outside, blood-soaked and tight-lipped.

“Alright, that’s enough of that tone-deaf bullshit,” Doc says, waving at the others to quiet. They do, snickering, and Doc turns to you and 10k, standing opposite each other.

10k can’t look anywhere but at you, and the little smile on your lips, and the bright shine to your eyes, and the way the fabric of the dress hugs your silhouette.

“Ladies, gentleman, and whatever the hell Murphy is,” Doc says, earning an ignored ‘hey!’ From Murphy, “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two of the scariest teenagers I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.” Doc looks between you, a genuine smile pulling on his lips. “When we first found 10k, he was a young, innocent little killer who’d never even read a booby mag. And look at him now,” Doc says, waggling his brows at 10k, who smiles.

“And Y/N, the slumlord of the local Chuck E Cheese,” Doc says. You groan, and he continues. “Who knew that a little old 18 year old was the one who cleared that entire block of Z’s? You nearly took the kid’s head off when he tried to come in for supplies.”

You flash a grin at 10k, who shrugs, cheeks flushing pink.

“Both basically feral,” Doc says.

“Hey!” You protest.

“He’s not lying!” Warren calls, making the others snicker.

“And now, look at you.” Doc pauses, his smile turning sentimental, and 10k could swear he sees moisture in the older man’s eyes. “The world died, but you’re still here. Starting a family, even when the rest of this planet is trying to kill you daily.”

Someone sniffles, and 10k flashes a glance at the chairs, catching sight of Murphy swiping tears from his eyes before they fall. Addy, sitting beside him, snorts and pats his arm, to which he swats her back, fixing her with a glare.

“Have you prepared vows?” Doc asks. Both you and 10k nod.

“Ladies first,” he says, and your cheeks flush as you meet 10k’s gaze, a tiny smile tugging on your lips.

“I’m not really good at this. I mean, I never expected to get married. When there are dead people banging on your door, it’s kind of hard to think about the future, especially a happy one. I thought that all that stuff,” you say, “Marriage and love and family and happiness were old world things. Then you found me.” You reach out, taking his hands in yours, skin calloused and sturdy and familiar. “I didn’t think I was the type of person that deserved a great love story. And when the world ended, I knew for sure it was over. Then I met you. And you gave me the best love story anyone could ask for.”

Tears prick at the back of 10k’s eyes and he forces them back, threading his fingers through yours and squeezing once.

“You’re my best friend,” 10k says. “You know I’m not really good at the whole, talking thing.  But you’re my home.” He inclines his head, a smile tugging on his lips. “You always have been. You always will be. And I’ll prove it to you every day, until we die, or get eaten by Z’s.”

You laugh, tears slipping down your cheeks, and you let go of one of 10k’s hands to wipe a tear from beneath his eyes, trapping the moisture on your thumb.

A loud sniffle sounds from the small audience, and you and 10k look over to see Murphy blowing his nose into a cloth Addy hands him.

“Now’s the time where we ask for any objections,” Doc says, “but we’re gonna skip that part.”

“We spent three days decorating this damn room, you bet we’re skipping it!” Warren says. You and 10k snicker, and turn back to one another.

“You can still run, you know,” you tease softly. One side of his mouth quirks up.

“I’m good,” he says. “You?”

“Good.”

“Well, alrighty then!” Doc exclaims. “By the power vested in me by the great, and now deceased, state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now-”

You reach for 10k, pulling him toward you and catching your mouth in his before Doc is even done talking, winding your arms around his neck. His hands move to your waist, and he smiles as he kisses you, lips parting against yours.

Around you, your family - bound by blood and time and love you all fought for - cheers and claps and whistles. Even Murphy has stopped trying to hide his tears, and lets Doc - now crying, too - wrap him in a bear hug.

After, you spend the evening singing and dancing and drinking in the motel lobby, the people you love surrounding you.

It is not most people’s ideal wedding, but it’s a wedding fit for an apocalypse, and it’s perfect in every way. The world might still be dead, but you and the people you love aren’t. You’re here, and you’re alive.

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

Part 4 is now up, its a little short but I enjoyed the little part with 10k

(None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren)

(gif not mine)

"Worse than Zs, huh?" I ask sarcastically as I poke at the cut on my head. 10k glances at me and grabs my wrist loosely. Cassandra begins to panic with tears in her eyes, "I'm being serious! They are worse than anything." 10k whispers to me as he places my hand down, "Stop touching it." I'm touched by his concern, but somehow my expression translates into an eye roll. "Where are they?" Mack asks bringing me back to the situation. "No, no I'm not going back." Cassandra backs away only to be stopped by Warren. "It's your fault Addy's gone, I don't care what you're so afraid of, you are going to show us where they are." Mack's voice is stern and hostile, I don't blame him to lose the person you love? I couldn't imagine. Really I couldn't. "They eat human flesh!" Cassandra yells. "How is that possible the infection is poisonous," Charlie states out. Cassandra stops and looks down, her tears hitting the pavement. In the tiniest whisper, she chokes out, "not if you eat it while it's alive." On instinct, all of our faces cringe and we let out a disgusted noise. I smirk, "I thought I was brutal." *********************** I stay down besides 10k as we watch Charlie negotiate with Addy's captor. We see her being pulled out and yelling for Charlie, behind me I hear Warren trying to keep Mack from bolting for her. We wait. I look over to 10k, his hands caressing the rifle, eye glued to the scope. I can't help but look at every feature. The way he looks when he lines up a shot shows more emotion than he regularly has. I chuckle to myself when I see his mouth open, his tongue lightly pressing on the back of his front tooth. Complete and total concentration is plastered on his whole persona. Even I feel a little weak around him. Suddenly the best sniper becomes the biggest dork-- 10k fires a shot without warning and the ringing in my ear is brought back, stinging even more. I shut my eyes tight, applying pressure to my right ear, groaning in pain. A muffled voice peels through the buzzing. The words are said again followed by a hand on my lower back, "Are you alright, Maren?" I turn to see 10k, slightly surprised at the worried look on his face. I nod quickly so that he can aim again, in case Charlie needed him to fire a shot, but he kept his hand on me. We keep our eyes on each other and I fake a grin, "Yeah, probably not smart to be next to you right now." He frowns, taken back a little, "right." He says softly, taking his hand away from me. I get up and move next to mack and Warren, it isn't until I kneel down do I realize what I had said. "I meant because your gun and shooting and it's loud so-" I stop awkwardly as he and the others turn to me. "Uh. Yeah." I mutter, shutting up. What the hell was that? Why did he look so-- A rumbling snaps our heads toward Charlie. Shimmers of bullets send us to duck into the ditches of dirt. "Great. They have a minigun." I say sarcastically. The gun stops shooting and we pull ourselves to peek over the dirt ditch. "Cassandra!" I hear Warren yell followed by Cassandra's huffing as she runs to the gate. None of us go after her as she reaches Charlie. I can feel the oxygen around me get thinner as we all hold our breaths and watch the three of our friends in the hands of cannibals. The moment we see Addy in Charlie's arms we dash to the truck and Doc reverses towards them. Addy gets in and immediately falls into Mack's arms crying hysterically.  I watch from the back window of the truck as he holds her in the trunk's metal bed. "Where is Cassandra?" Doc asks as Charlie climbs into the passenger seat. A look is exchanged by the both of them and Doc shifts gears, swerving onto the road. ****************** "Stop! Stop the car!" Addy yells, jumping out of the trunk before we completely stop. We all exit and listen to Addy as she panics. "We aren't just gonna leave her there, are we?!" She screams. "Yes." Mack, Murphy, Doc, and Charlie say as Warren, 10k and I oppose them with, "No." The group, including me, picks an answer dividing us into saviors and abandoners. "We are not leaving her." Warren states. "She lied to us," Mack says softly trying to calm Addy. She just moves away disgusted by his answer. "Pretty boy is right. Not like she is a saint." Murphy adds to the argument. "She did what she had to in order to survive!" Addy cries. "Well if I were in her shoes I think a bullet to the brain would be more practical than eating HUMAN FLESH." His sarcastic comment automatically sent my hands around his collar. "Dammit, one of these days I' ma pop you right in the mouth!" I yell, "From the moment shit hit the fan you've had someone protecting you, giving their lives for you. You have no idea what you would or have to do to survive!-" "And you do?" He questions sternly. My heart stops, aching as I loosen my grip on his shirt. Every memory. Everything I did. All of it; every sickening detail all came back at once. Without hesitation, I throw Murphy to the ground, with little effort. "Stop it both of you," Warren demands, stepping between us. I don't take my eyes off of Murphy, if I had my hands on him I would kill him. "We need a plan." Charlie sighs, "If we are going to get her out of there we need to get passed that minigun and that gate." Charlie thinks for a moment then looks at me, "How many guys can you take down?" "May I remind you that they have Ak47s?" I answer laughing dryly. "What if you had the jump on 'em." I shrug, "Maybe two or three based on their size. But again, I would prefer not to get shot." He smiles and points at an RV sitting on the side of the road, "You won't have to."

[lotr-stuff-and-imagines-i-guess]

Imagine meeting 10k and joining his group

Tagging: @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen @weirdnewbie @vixenwinchesters @zoevesper @rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Let me know what you all think!

You had been guarding one single building for some time now, and tended to avoid people at most costs. They were always sneaky bastards that stabbed you in the back. Literally. But there was something different with this group.

They came into the building cautiously. You watched from afar, before you had your sights trained on the one leading them first. You shot him in the thigh, and he crumpled to the ground. You turned on your radio and spoke to them.

"Lay down your weapons. I don't want to have to kill all of you. But I will if you do not do what I say. Alright? And yes, you may pick the radio up to respond to me. But reach for a gun in a threatening manner will get you a bullet in the head." You said, and you saw them all glance at each other before obeying your words. You kept your rifle trained on them while slowly moing dowwn the staircase. They watched you and had their hands up in the air, waiting for you. Once you were close enough to them, you lowered your gun, but didn't put it away.

"What do you want?" You asked.

"Listen, we are on a mission to get this man," The one you shot from before said, and motioned to another man. "To a CDC lab in California. He is immune to the virus and if we get him there, they will be ble to provide a cure. We need transportation to get there, and we need to get him there as fast as possible."

You nodded your head before saying, "Well you aren't going to find it here. There is no fast mode of transport here. And like hell I would believe that in the first place. " The leader nodded to the supposed immune person before he slowly and cautiously raised his shirt. There were indeed bite scars. Your head tilted to the side before you let out a breath of disbelief. "Hmph. Im shocked. Not many people tell the truth these days. Alright, you all may keep your weapons on you, and I will do my best to help you folks out. But if you try anything, do not think I will hesitate to kill every last one of you, even your so called immune friend." They all nodded at your words and you lead them through to where your supplies were. You had plenty of food and water, and they gasped when they saw it all.

"Don't think bout taking any of it. It's all been accounted for and I keep stock of what happens to each box and morsel of food." You said, noticing their eyes wander and stick to it all. "However, I will not be rude and I will make sure you all are fed and watered. I'm not that cruel." They were all smiling and in shock at your words yet again. You had left them alone for a few moments when one of them came up to you.

"Hey, uh, I'm 10k." He said.

"Y/n. And why are you called 10k?" You asked.

"Because that's how many Z's I plan to kill." He replied.

You grinned before asking, "How many have you killed so far?"

To which he replied with, "2,349."

"Nice. I've killed over 5,000." You said, and watched as his facial expression changed from incredulity to admiration.

"Nice." He said grinning.

"C'mon, we should get back." You said, and began to go back and see the others. You got back and heard some of them complaining about food, so you grabbed enough food for all of them. You handed it to them, and they began to eat.

"So, what are your names?" You asked. They introduced themselves, and then it was your turn. "Y/n." You were all fairly quiet the rest of dinner, and so, you offered them a place to stay for the night, as the Z's would be more active tonight, as youo had fired you gun. They readily agreed, and you set them up with some cots. You made yourself cozy and had fallen asleep rather quickly.

"Guys, I like her. She's pretty cool and powerful. Why don't we ask her, rather than just leaving without saying aything." You heard 10k say. You got up and they jumped.

You rolled your eyes before saying, "Sure. I'll come and join the party. I'm glad you have loud voices, so I now know that you would've left me without even saying good-bye. Now you won't have to." You grinned, and saw 10k smiling. "You'll all even have food and water for a month or so. We'll get along just fine. Oh, and the food will be going in my vehicle. You all can take the water. That way, we'll need each other and you can't try to leave me for dead." They nodded their heads in response and you quickly set your things up to join a new group. You hoped it would all go smoothly. Oh how wrong you were.

[wednesdaysxreaders]

about me

tags for reach

so i’ve been wanting to make one of these for years. and now here i am.

i take x reader requests, but my first couple of posts might be scenes from various fics of mine to gain awareness. i’d prefer to write for underrated characters but i’ll absolutely do more popular characters as well. i’ll take smut requests but i can’t guarantee they’ll be good and not awkward lol.

also please please please be specific when sending in requests 🖤

fandoms i’ll write for can be found under read more (plus characters i’m eager to write).

keep in mind i’ll write for other characters as well these are just personal favorites of mine

marvel (mcu/netflix/fox/sony/blade/etc)

  hank mccoy

  alex summers

  raven darkholme

  kraglin obfonteri

  frank castle

  joshua “scud” frohmeyer

  asm/ps4 peter parker

  asm/ps4/raimi harry osborn

dc (dceu/dcau/cw/older films like burtonschumacher batman/etc)

  wally west (arrowverse)

  rory regan (arrowverse)

  rene ramirez (arrowverse)

  thea queen

  roy harper

  jason todd

  helena bertinelli

  harley quinn

  diana prince

  cisco ramon

  conner kent

star trek (preferably aos)

  pavel chekov

  leonard mccoy

  nyota uhura

  spock

star wars (original/prequel/au sequel)

  luke skywalker

  anakin skywalker

  poe dameron

  rey skywalker

  finn

  din djarin

  ezra bridger

  kanan jarrus

teen wolf

  brett talbot

  liam dunbar

  scott mccall

  isaac lahey

  lydia martin

  allison argent

  derek hale

  malia hale

the vampire diaries

  jeremy gilbert

  stefan salvatore

  katherine pierce

  rebekah mikaelson

  tyler lockwood

  matt donovan

  bonnie bennett

  caroline forbes

supernatural

  jack kline

twilight

  seth clearwater

  leah clearwater

  bella swan

  emmett cullen

  jasper cullen

  jacob black

resident evil

  leon s kenney

  claire redfield

  ada wong

  jill valentine

  carlos oliveira

  piers nivans

  jake mueller

(fear) the walking dead

  carl grimes

  daryl dixon

  benjamin

  siddiq

  glenn rhee

  maggie rhee

  beth greene

  enid

  nick clark

  alicia clarke

z nation

  10k

  roberta warren

  addy carver

  cassandra

the 100

  jasper jordan

  john murphy

  raven reyes

teenage mutant ninja turtles (bayverse)

  raphael

  april o’neil

stranger things

  steve harrington

  jonathan byers

  robin buckley

death note

  mail jeevas/matt

  mihael keehl/mello

  nate river/near

  misa amane

  touta matsuda

  l lawliet/l

black butler

  soma asman kadar

  agni

  mey-rin

  finnian

  bardroy

  grell suttcliffe

my hero academia

touya todoroki

tomura shigaraki

jin bubaigawara

shota aizawa

keigo takami

shoto todoroki

demon slayer

kyojuro rengoku

tengen uzui

tomioka giyu

mitsuri kanroji

tokyo revengers

ken ryuguji

manjiro sano

keisuke baji

percy jackson

  percy jackson

  annabeth chase

friday the 13th

  tommy jarvis

until dawn

  josh washington

  sam giddings

  mike munroe

mr robot

  elliot alderson

  darlene alderson

buffy the vampire slayer

  william pratt/spike

  buffy summers

  willow rosenberg

  cordelia chase

  faith lehane

the outsiders

  ponyboy curtis

  darry curtis

  dallas winston

it (adult losers preferred)

  adult!stanley uris

the last of us

  ellie williams

  dina

terminator

  john connor

harry potter

  neville longbottom

  ron weasley

  fred weasley

  george weasley

  luna lovegood

  hermione granger

  draco malfoy

  ginny weasley

transformers (bayverse + prime)

  mikaela banes

  cade yeager

  jack darby

  charlie watson

shadowhunters

  jace herondale

  isabelle lightwood

  clary fray

pacific rim

  raleigh becket

  mako mori

  jake pentecost

  amara namani

misc

  tomb raider

  the magnificent seven

  game of thrones

  bones

  criminal minds

  kick-ass

  mtv scream

  the vampire chronicles

  now you see me

  the umbrella academy

  saw

  american horror story

there’s most definitely more but these are all i have documented somewhere. if you don’t see something here, don’t hesitate to ask!

now, onto characters i absolutely will not write for reasons i won’t specify (unless you really want to know, then i suppose you could ask).

  kylo ren

  armitage hux

  negan

  pennywise

  jason voorhees

  freddy krueger

  michael myers

  tate langdon

  marius de romanus

  thanos

  transformers x human (the concept makes me uncomfortable, but if you really want it, i might consider it)

  billy hargrove

  theo raeken

  peter hale

  the bowers gang

enji todoroki

also any requests for canonly gay characters will be written with the proper gender reader in mind

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 19 (10k)

I can’t fucking believe Murphy, well actually I can. He would find the only functioning correctional institute and then drug me and throw me in here in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been here, I should’ve started counting the medicine cups that are filled with fucking peanuts.

You want to know what he told them? I was a grieving widow, that had tried to commit suicide. Nurse Ratched “diagnosed” me with severe depression, and postpartum psychosis because he also told her my child died and I hallucinated a girl named Emma. He really covered his fucking bases. That nurse will never let me leave now. 

I stayed locked in this padded cell day in and day out. Nurse keeping me doped up enough to sleep majority of the day. Keeping track of the days were impossible even if I tried. I think one day I was conscious enough to hear them struggle putting someone in the padded cell next to me but also at the same time I could’ve imagined it.  

The door to my room opened, fucking nurse. “Get up Mrs. Gonzalez you’re moving to gen. pop.” Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention he gave them Angels last name to really twist the knife. How he knew Angels last name was beyond me but regardless he knew it. 

I stood with the nurses help. She walked around me to stop at my back, carefully undoing the straps to the straight jacket that kept me contained. I could break her neck easily, that would be if it weren’t for the sedatives that still lived in my system. 

She led the way down twisting pale walls, to a common room where a mix of nut jobs walked around. She introduced them, all except for the one in the straight jacket. Who in all honesty kinda looked like Doc. Holy shit that was Doc. 

Now play it cool y/n, I sat down in the seat next to him, hearing him groan softly. A couple other patients following suit. We all sat there staring at one another until Doc awoke. Of course she mistook him for an actual doctor though I guess he really is one with his PhD. 

He looked over at me keeping his face stoic. How we seemed to end up together was beyond me but I’ll gladly have the universe on my side. She of course made him diagnose patients to prove his skill was true. 

“Mrs Gonzalez is our second newest patient, dropped off by her poor uncle. I was hesitant to take her in but once he said she had lost both her husband and child and was trying to join them, I knew I had to take her on.” oh spare me the righteousness act. “Would you join me Doctor to look at the newest intake?”

“Uh sure” Doc got up and went with her. I sat there alone counting down the seconds for that familiar face to show back up. Nothing against the other patrons but they weren’t my cup of tea. When Doc came back his face was unreadable. 

He spoke with the nurse, I could hear bits and pieces about the patient needed meds. I stood walking closer to listen in. Doc was needing to run recon into an infested ward to get this poor patient meds. 

Nurse Ratched tried to talk him out of it, saying it was a death march but Doc denied, said he’d be okay. So we all took a field trip to the infested ward that you just had to walk through to get the medications. Doc grabbed a broken IV pole as I said “I’m going with you Doctor” before Nurse Ratched had any time to detest Doc handed me the other half of the IV pole. Nurse Ratched sighed heavily and opened the door.  

Once the doors shut behind us we headed down the hall. “How the hell did you get here” Doc started but stopped before asking anything else as a Z came toward him. He easily piked it. “Murphy” was the only answer he needed before he sighed and said “Damn Murphy, hey kid not to freak you out but we’re getting meds for 10K” 

I paused, every emotion I could think of running through me at once and just landing in the pit of my stomach. “He’s here?” Doc nodded, I pushed the feelings that threatened to spill out of my throat down. “What’s going on?”

Doc sighed entering the pharmacy, “I don’t know, he’s all kinds of fucked up right now” opening the cabinets he began taking bottles of medication and putting them in the pillow case. “He’s mumbling about you and Emma, hell murphy too.” Guilt panged in my chest, this wasn’t going to be easy. Seeing him and explaining everything all the while he’s for a lack of better words dying. 

I stayed silent as we made our way back, Pete the OCD patient letting us back in. Doc made off to the surgery suite they held 10K in. I stood at the door watching as Doc started mixing medications together and making some fucked science concoction. He pulled it up in a syringe as 10k started seizing again. “A little help!” Doc shouted towards me. 

I lept into action pulling him over to the side making sure he wouldn’t choke to death. Doc shoved the needle into his ass and injected him. 10K lolled back and laid there for a moment before julting up. “How you feel?” Doc asked. 

“I don’t know” He said before falling back against the gurney and immediately snoring. I walked out after that, not being able to see him like that and not being able to the thought of him waking up and seeing me. 

I sat in the common room after that, away in a corner with a book even though I’m wasn’t reading it in the slightest, just stared at the pages until they looked like alphabet soup. “Y/n” Doc said my name softly pulling me from my daze. I looked up at him to see Elvis holding onto a conscious 10k. “He’s still really out of it but we gotta get out of here” I couldn’t agree more. 

While they’re doing their recreation time we sneak out the back. “There’s bus over there” Doc says holding up 10ks almost dead weight. I run over and start hot wiring the bus and drive it as close to Doc and 10k as I can. 

Doc gets 10k louded and takes over the driver's seat, I take the seat behind him. 10K slept a couple seats behind us. “I literally have no idea what to say when he wakes up”

Doc sighed “Just tell him the truth, be honest with him. The kid loves you and I’m sure he’d understand” I could only hope he did. Only hope he didn’t resent me for what I did. I also hope that Emma was still doing okay. 

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Part 20

[dazedstarr]

10K/Tommy from Z Nation is autistic and I won’t be taking any questions at this time

Just a headcanon(:

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.02

Doc follows behind George for a few miles as she leads you to Camp Altura. The camp was built around a college campus, which had minimal damage. As you stepped in closer, you were able to see different stalls selling blankets, hot food, hand-made soaps, and fresh fruit and vegetables.

“This place is pretty impressive.”

“Hey, guys!” George calls over from a fenced-off area. “You gotta go to quarantine first!”

She points you in the direction of a tent to revive a medical test that would determine if you were alive or dead. Then you could move onto the second stage and fill out forms to register as a citizen. The third part was being assigned a temporary job until they found a permanent one suited best to the information you’d given them.

Doc and Sarge passed with flying colors, but the doctor checking 10K seemed concerned. “I'm having a hard time finding a pulse,” she says, feeling his wrist. “Any near-death experiences? Going into the white light? Loss of appetite?”

“Sometimes everything’s in slow motion.”

The doctor gets 10k to remove his top half of clothing to scan his body with a UV light. You swallow hard, glancing over to the other side of the tent. You see Doc and Sarge watching with the same expression on their faces, no doubt fearing the same thing as you. What if 10K was still technically dead? The doctor pushes him forward to inspect his back and notices the mark on the back of his neck. “What is that? It looks like a healed-over bite.”

“Oh, that… that was me. I sometimes get a little carried away in the bedroom.”

10k looks mortified at first but then clicks onto your lie. Smiling, he looks up at her and shrugs. “I picked a biter.”

Unconvinced, the doctor begins to feel his neck and then his chest. She roughly pushes her thumb over where his heart should be, causing 10k to wince out in pain. “Any heart problems you’re aware of?”

“Not till you did that,” he says, trying to pull away from her, but the doctor only pushed her thumb in deeper.

After a tense few moments pass, the doctor finally smiles and says, “There we go; we got a pulse.”

When it’s your turn to sit in the chair, you hand the doctor the paper with your name on it. It felt so strange seeing your name in black and white on the medical form. 𝐘/𝐍 ‘𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚’ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤. You were unsure whether to even include your first name since nobody calls it anymore, but you chose to in case Addy ever came looking for you.

She looks between you and 10k, who was putting his top back on. “Another Beck, siblings?”

“Married.”

“But not siblings?”

Sarge scrunches up her nose and says, “that’s disgusting.”

You nod in agreement with Sarge while opening up your mouth for the doctor to inspect your teeth.

“Anything can happen in the new world,” she deadpans.

“Ew.”

“Any zombie bites? Mortal wounds? Organ failure?”

You shake your head.

The doctor feels around the inside of your mouth, giving you a disapproving look. Considering how hard it was to keep hygiene standards up while running from the undead and trying to save the world, your teeth were in pretty good condition. The doctor narrows her eyes at you, then turns to tell Doc and Sarge they should start queuing to register because the lines were long. She asks you question after question without giving you a chance to answer. Frowning, she starts to feel around your stomach before moving her hands further up your body.

You swat the doctor's hands away when she feels your breasts. “Eh, excuse me!”

“Hmm,” she starts to scribble down on the piece of paper, shaking her head. “I’ll organize a scan for you. It will probably be later today so they can do a safety evaluation to figure out the best place for you to work.”

10k steps forward, his eyes wide with worry. “Why does she need a scan? Is something wrong?”

“No, just to see how far along the baby is.”

"I’m pre—” Before you can complete the question, you hear a thud. You look over your shoulder to see 10k has passed out. “I’m not…I cannot be.”

She hands you a small yellow tube to pee in and says, “Let’s find out then.”

Oh shit.

—

“Okay, so now that you’ve registered for citizenship and are certified alive, you’ll need to wait outside in the line on the left for housing and a work permit,” the doctor explains. She smiles at you. “Well, not you, mommy; you’ll be off work for at least a couple of days.”

This wasn’t happening; there had to be some kind of mistake. You couldn’t be pregnant. You glance at 10k, who was toying with the bandana on his head; he hadn’t said anything since two pink lines appeared on the stick the doctor dipped into your urine sample.

“I know this is a shock, but I do have more people waiting to be processed.”

You stand first. “Uh, thank you.”

Stepping out of the medical tent into the camp, you first spot Doc and Sarge, who are waiting for you both. “Fuck, we can’t tell them.”

10k nods in agreement, “we cannot tell them or anyone.”

You go over to retrieve your bags and weapons, which you made to hand over upon arrival. Soon as Doc waved over to you, you knew it would be impossible to keep a secret like this from him. 10k thinks the same because he says, “I don’t know how long I can be around him before I break.”

“We can tell Doc, but nobody else. I don’t want anyone to know anything until... I don’t even know.”

“Until we are finally sure things are safe?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Our team is our family; this affects them, and I don’t want to freak everyone out until it’s absolutely necessary. How are you feeling about it? Your head took a pretty hard hit when you hit the ground.”

10k Let’s take a deep breath. “I’m not going to lie; I’m terrified. But we’ve made it this far.” Seeing tears build in your eyes, he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “We’ve made it through much worse; we just need time to get our heads around it.”

Taking his hand, you walk towards Doc and Sarge in comfortable silence. Just as you reach them, George appears with a large smile on her face. “Hey guys, I’m glad to see you made it in. Did you get your work assignments?”

“Sure did.” Doc replies. “You’re looking at a future intake examiner. I guess they liked my bedside manner.”

“I’ve been assigned gate duty with the volunteer militia,” Sarge pouts.

“So have I,” 10k says.

Sarge seems a little happier that she and 10K have the same assignment, but she struggles to hide her disappointment. George picks up on it as well, “it’s only temporary. Once the referendum passes, you’ll be able to work anywhere in New America. I personally like Pacifia, my home, but there’s something for everybody.”

You liked the sound of that. Personally, you either wanted to live in an open area like a forest or a farmhouse. You knew it would be a long time before that day came, but having that goal reminded you how worthwhile all the shit you’ve been through was.

George’s dark eyes land on you. “What about you? What’s your work assignment?”

“I don’t have one yet,” you shrug.

George nods her head; she looks like she’s going to say something but notices the nervous glance between yourself and 10K and changes the subject. “Well, if there’s anything I can do—one moment.”

You watch as George orders men who are guarding the fences to be less rough on a woman who’s the new type of zombie. She calls for Dante to hand her one of those little black biscuits and feed it to the women, making her much calmer. Without those biscuits, camp would be screwed; it was the only thing that stopped people who had died from turning completely Z.

—

After a quick shower and a hot meal, you go with the rest of your group while they are on gate duty. You didn’t want your first day in the place to be alone, especially since you’d got an appointment for a scan later on that day. Even though the doctor confirmed you were with a child, you didn’t feel any different; the only difference you felt now was a massive weight pressing down on you for keeping it a secret. But knowing so many things could go wrong, it was best to keep it quiet for now. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Warren! Murphy!”

“Oh my god! Roberta! You are indestructible! Look at your hair,” Doc says, pulling a brunette into a hug.

It takes you a few seconds to fully register. Warren was standing in front of you. She was alive. You jump to your feet and rush towards them. “I can’t believe Murphy actually found you. I was so sure both of you were gone.”

Warren hugs you tightly. “I’m glad to see you. I’m so glad you guys made it this far; I was worried I’d never get the chance to see any of you again.”

Whatever happened to Warren when she supposedly died changed her hair back to its natural color. You liked it; she looked more like herself again. Murphy’s skin still remained bright red. Although Altura was the longest zombie-free outpost in North America, you couldn’t shake the niggling feeling that it could all change now that Murphy had arrived. Seconds after the thought crosses your mind, Murphy causes a scene by refusing to go for his examination.

Seeing Dante step forward, you jump in between them and say, “Listen, he’s got a phobia of scientists.”

Doc starts to try and defuse the tension but stops talking when Warren and George smile at each other. They walk towards each other and hug. It turns out they were old friends who saved each other's lives at the start of the apocalypse.

—

The outpost was more impressive than you first realized; it even had its own bar—not that you could drink for a long time, but it was nice that others could. When you first entered the bar, you were pleasantly surprised to meet Simon Cruller, better known as Citizen Z. It was crazy to think how many times he’d saved your asses without ever actually meeting you.

“Oh my god, what is that?”

You try not to barf as a citizen places down a large glass of green tequila before sitting down beside 10k and saying, “Do not let me drink this; I have a wife and kid.”

10k tilts his head and looks at you with wide eyes; you could already see the sweat gathering at his hairline. You had agreed to sit down with Doc and gently break the news to him that night, then, in a few days, tell the others, but the unknown elephant in the room had caught the attention of Sarge, Simone, and Doc, who were all staring at the two of you, waiting for one of you to say something.

Doc suddenly lunges forward, “Reds alive! She’s here with some dude, and they have a kid!”

Before either of you can answer, glass shatters from the other side of the bar, and two drunk men begin to shove each other while arguing. Sarge and Simone go to intervene, while Doc stays behind. A baby? How long have you been apart from her? Keeping track of time in the apocalypse was never easy.

“Sorry kids, I thought you would be over the moon to—”

10K suddenly lunges forward, downing the green tequila he burns loudly before wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He looks at Doc and blurts out, “Astra’s pregnant, with a baby!”

Doc leans back into his chair and says, “Oh my god, I mean congratulations. You guys must be—”

“Terrified.”

“Nauseated.”

“What’s going on, gang?” Warren asks, walking towards you.

“Nothing, nothing,” 10k scrambled to his feet. “I need some fresh air.”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

—

“You guys should go talk to her,” Sarge says, motioning her head in the direction Red was going.

While walking around the stall area, Sarge caught up with you and 10K; if she sensed something was going on, she never let on.

“Yeah, it would be nice to catch up with her and find out how she vanished into thin air.”

You start to approach her first, watching as she smiles brightly and talks to someone, but when a man hands her a baby wrapped in blankets, you quickly turn and head in another direction. It was too much. Starting a new life, finding out you were growing a new life, Warren coming from the dead, and now seeing Red with a family—it was too much for you to process at once.

“Astra! Astra, wait!”

You run until you start to feel physically sick and sit down on a patch of grass. Pulling your chest up to your knees, you quietly sob. You lose track of how long you’re sitting for; you only lift your head when footsteps approach from behind. “I’m sorry, Tommy.”

“No need to be sorry.”

“Red?” You wipe away your fallen tears and stand, saying, “You’re really here.”

“And you’re alive!” She rushes over and embraces you in a hug that you desperately needed. “I spoke to 10K; just to be clear, I’m not married, but here you are. Congratulations.”

You pull back and chuckle. “I’d say I wish you were there, but it was kind of chaotic.”

“Isn’t it always? What kind of wedding was it?”

“It was a spur of the moment, word-dying type of wedding.” She laughs, thinking it’s a joke. “Red, I’m so sorry about everything that happened before you left. I’ve missed you so much; I should never have left you and taken off like I did.”

She offers you a kind smile. “What’s done is done. Now we can only look to the future, and for the record, I’m sorry too.”

You squeeze her hand, “friends.”

“Fri— what was that?”

You both look over to the building the voting was going on in to see smoke coming out from the side of it. “I think a bomb just went off.”

[writesandfights]

Daryl Dixon and Addy Carver, ship or no?

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter Part 3 is now up after so long (None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren) (gif not mine) honestly want to go back to this fanfiction I was writing. But I really want to pair Maren up with the shows new character, Georgia St. Claire because she stole my heart. “So you’re the savior?” I ask, holding back a laugh as I stare at Murphy. He glares at me as I look up and down trying to find something decent to say. I give up and smile, “Honestly I imagined someone, well, less like you.” He leans up to Warren as she drives, “Can we please stick her in the back?” I glance at Cassandra, catching a giggle from her, I mouth quietly, “He told on me.” “I heard that.” Murphy turns. “You two play nice.” Charlie chuckles, not bothering to turn around. Its quiet for a moment until Charlie speaks up again, “If we find a working radio we can try to contact that citizen Z guy again.” “Citizen Z guy?” I ask without thinking. “He’s some kind of NASA worker or something. He is helping us get Murphy to California.” Warren explains. Murphy interrupts me before I speak as he says sarcastically, “Ah Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love.” He leans over me to the window, pointing out two male Zombies tearing apart a body. I groan in disgust as we drive past them. I am genuinely surprised and comforted when I notice that none of them cry or jump to save the victim, glad to see that they are sensible people. “Is that?-” Warren trails off as she looks to the side slowing down the truck. Charlie and her exit and some of us smile as we see the Liberty bell strapped onto the bed of a truck. “Is that really the liberty bell?” Mack yells out. Doc jumps out from the trunk, awe-stricken, “Three years of the zombie apocalypse and you think you’ve seen everything.” Murphy leans over me, pushing half his body out the window and pulling some of my hair with him. “OW!” I say angry and annoyed only to be ignored. He groans as he lets his arms hang on the side of the truck, “Who cares? Let’s go!” “Hang on, the thing might still have gas.” “try not to blow it up like Jersey.” Charlie laughs. I look at Cassandra with frightened eyes, “wait… don’t tell me that explosion was you guys-” She gives me a hesitated, regretful smile before I can finish. I look back out the window, trying to see passed Murphy’s big head, “so glad I came along.” I sigh. We wait as warren checks the gas tank of the white truck. “Its loaded up, we can have some of the others ride in here so they aren’t out in the open like that.” Warren speaks to Charlie more than the rest of us, consulting in the middle of the road. “Amen for that!” Doc points at the bell, “99% of the human race dead, but there is still some jackass out there with a spray can.” Doc shakes his head, disappointed. Everyone stares at the bell, not noticing when Warren opens the door to the truck. Growling surprises everyone and a zombie launches itself toward Warren. Suddenly a small whistle comes from behind the truck. I turn to see 10k with a slingshot and then back at the z, now dead in the seat. “one thousand seventy-five.” he smiles. “Wow,” I whisper, hoping no one heard my praise. “Please don’t tell me that turned you on or anything.” Murphy groans as he puts his weight on my thighs. “Murphy! You ride in here with Warren and me.” Charlie calls out. “Thank god.” I groan, opening the door to push him out the truck. He lands on the ground with a cry and is pulled up by Doc. Murphy comes up to the window, staring at me coldly, “You wanna fight or something?” My smile fades and I become defensive, “Boy, I will beat yo ass.” he is pulled back by doc, “I’m not an expert or anything, but probably not smart to mess with a professional kickboxer.” he whispers to Murphy. ***************************************** Doc speeds behind Warren, glancing at 10k every so often. I can’t help but glance at him either as I am squished in the back seat with Cassandra, Mack, and Addy. “So can you really kill someone with just your hands?” Addy asks me. “I was kind of trained to.” Suddenly the truck swerves and a small car almost collides into us. I hold myself steady with the safety handle above me and the cushion of the driver’s seat, feeling the weight of everyone slide on my arm. Doc swerves before stopping and we watch as the others skid in front of us, The Liberty Bell snapping off the cables plummeting down the road. It bounced heavily on the ground and leaves a blood trail as it smashes through every Z in its path. I stare at a pair of legs staying in one place before toppling over each other. “I’d pay money to see that again!” Doc shouts with a smile on his face. I’ll admit, as gruesome as it looked it was awesome. “Everyone in the truck,” Warren yells. Once again we are all in the same truck, but we only drive a little while longer before stopping again. We all sit in the back of the trunk, warren handing out Twinkies and snowballs. I’m not really listening to any of them talking, but when I look up I have to giggle as I see 10k shove an entire Twinkie in his mouth. “that’s the last of the food.” Warren announces. “We need to split up and look for food and water.” Charlie starts talking, but I zone out when the others do. “Doc you take 10k, Cassandra and Maren to look for food.” I perk up when I hear my name and scramble a bit when everyone splits up.
***************
“You’ve never seen porn?!” I hear Doc yell in disbelief trying to hold up the satellite on the side of the building. I turn to 10k who looked slightly embarrassed but was still focused on disfiguring the satellite dish. 
“Is it good?” He asks. 
Cassandra and I exchange a look as Doc answers enthusiastically, “Uh, yeah!”
10k looks at us for reassurance, “Meh.” Cassandra and I answer in unison. 
10k laughs a bit and returns to the satellite. 
“I’m going to go look for food while you two figure out…” 
I stop realizing their struggling has their full attention.
“Whatever you are trying to do.” I finish.
“Want company?” Cassandra asks. “Nah I’ll be quick, plus, someone has to look after these two.” I walk down the street, taking one last look at Cassandra. She seems jumpy, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about why she was so defensive about stopping in Philly. She hasn’t stopped looking around or fidgeting with her clothing. The way she is acting reminds me of when I first escaped. 
I continue down the street, reminding myself that I had enough to worry about, I don’t need someone else’s problems either. “I’m just catching a ride,” I say to myself.
After rummaging through dusty, cryptic stores I put the food I had been able to salvage into the middle of my jean jacket and tie the arms, creating a makeshift bag. I look at the packaging and remember how they used to be lined up at stores and handed out in schools, things like peanut butter crackers, canned corn, and ramen noodle packets.
Taking an estimated guess at how long I’d been gone I begin to walk back to the others. 
The air is quiet.
But a familiar smell beckons me to stop.
Something rolls along the rocks behind me, slow and eerie. I turn and see a bottle come to a stop about 10 feet from me. The bottle’s label is filthy and peeling away. To take a closer look I swing my makeshift “bag” over my shoulder and lean over. Maybe it was a Z?
The smell of oil and gas push me away and that’s when I see it.
Backing away, I’m trying incredibly hard not to make any noise. The alley beside the bottle began to illuminate from a match, revealing several shadows. I glance back at the bottle and follow the trail of oily substance all the way into the building to my left. 
I continue to back away slowly before they realize-
“Shit” I sigh as I see a shadowed hand drop the match into the oil. 
I grunt as I push my self to run down the street, the fire spreading wildly into the building. An explosion sends my hair forward and numbs my ears. I stop as I hear a high pitch ringing. 
I try to turn, but all I do is run. No matter how badly I want to turn around I just keep running. 
I hold the jacket bag tightly sprinting away from the explosion until my body rams into something hard and solid, arms wrapping around me. I can’t tell who it is even by their voice yelling my name. The ringing won’t go away and my entire vision is blurred. It isn’t until I see familiar blue eyes and blonde hair that I lean into his chest. “Maren?! Have you seen Addy?!” Mack yells. I try to shake away my disoriented vision, “Addy? What, what are you talking about?” I turn before he answers. 
How long have I been running?
“Addy! I can’t find her!” He becomes hysterical and drags me by the arm. 
Did he not hear the explosion?
How far was I?
I can’t stop asking myself questions, but the one on repeat is: how am I still standing?
I look back up and see Warren, Charlie, and Murphy. 
“There you are!”
“Addy’s gone!”
“What?!”
I’m not paying attention to who is saying what, instead I lean on the truck, my head looking down. “Uh, I think Rocky is gonna go down.” I hear Murphy say as he steps away from me. “What is going on?!”
I look up and see Doc and 10k making their way toward us, “Maren? Girl, where’d you go? Wait, Cassandra is not with you ?”
“Addy’s missing too!”
I try to look at them in order to match faces to words, but I just end up falling to the ground, Charlie catching me before I hit the pavement. 
He sits me slowly down by the wheel of the truck and steps back. 
“Maren?” He asks, but his voice is muffled. “Maren!” 
“I hear you,” I say, unsure if I whispered or screamed. Charlie hands me his water and puts it up to my lips. I take two gulps before he asks, “What happened?”
“What happened was that Addy-”
“Mack, just wait for a second!” Charlie shouts and turns his attention to me again. I see Warren begin to comfort Mack and watch as he pulls out Addy’s mini video camera. 
My eyes are pulled back to Charlie and he puts his fingers on my chin and examines me. 
“I-”
The words are severed from my throat as Cassandra runs up to the truck. 
“Hey, sorry I was out-” she’s cut off as Mack’s eyes go from worry to bloodthirsty. “What the hell did you do?” He asks grabbing her arm and shows her the video camera footage. “Aren’t those more of you biker buddies from Jersey?” 
Cassandra looks like a deer in headlights and the moment Mack loosens his grip she books it into an alley. I try to get up but am kept down my Charlie. He stumbles up, “Doc, take a look at her!” I watch as Charlie runs behind Warren and Mack, chancing terrified Cassandra. Everything still looks fuzzy and a white blur coats everything I see. Doc leans down in front of me calling out for 10k.
He hands him the first aid pack and shifts around for a cotton swab. “I’m just going to stop the bleeding.” He reassures me.
Wait.
Bleeding?
Did I fall? 
He isn’t answering me and I start to panic that I can’t speak. 
“Doc!” I finally blurt out in need of answers 
“One sec, kid!”
I sit patiently, not even feeling pain where he is treating me on the side of my forehead. 
“Okay. Can you hear me?” he says that my eardrums pop and begin going back to normal. I nod my head and stay on the ground longer. “What the hell happened to you?” 
I look down the street and at 10k, panic in my eyes. Even though I didn’t answer I knew.
I knew exactly what happened and why.
I know who’s watching.
I know whose waiting.

[dazedstarr]

How I think Addy Carver Would Act in a Relationship

note; yes ik we saw her w mack but i don’t rly count that

she’d want to switch being the big and little spoon, when she’s the big spoon she’d play with your hair while holding you

she’d be extremely protective; putting herself in front of you anytime new people come around or when you’re about to face off against Z’s/enemies

while driving she’d put her hand on your thigh

she would go batshit crazy to get to you if you were separated, she couldn’t stand to lose you

when you two work together you are unstoppable, both smarts wise and strong wise. she sees your love as a strength rather than a weakness which

lmk if you want a part 2 or something similar (:

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, character death

Chapter: 5.03

The smell of burning fills the air as people run back and forth screaming while trying to find their loved ones or get help. You and Red struggle to find anyone from your own group of survivors amongst the chaos of the aftermath of the explosion that had just gone off minutes prior. You and Red keep your hands tightly linked together so you don’t get separated.

Not again.

“There they are,” she says before dragging you in another direction. “10k! Sarge!”

“Thank God you guys are alright,” Sarge says as you rush over to them.

You only let go of Red’s hand long enough to hug 10k. He looked terrified when you first noticed them. After a moment, you pulled back and asked, “Either of you seen Doc, Warren, or Murphy?”

“No, I was hoping you guys would have.”

You and 10k hold each other's gaze as Red and Sarge awkwardly introduce themselves to each other; it’s almost telepathic the way you just know the question he’s dying to ask. Quietly, you say, “It’s fine.”

You felt harsh referring to your baby as ‘it’ but this definitely wasn’t the time to let Sarge and Red find out you were pregnant. On edge, 10k grits his teeth. “We should try and find—”

He’s cut off when a man who you when first arrived at Altura announces, “All citizens and militia were to return to their posts for headcount. Altura is in lockdown.”

“In case of emergency, I’m to report to Sun Mei’s lab,” Red says before quickly taking off.

A doctor you haven’t met before runs out of the medical tent near the entrance and shouts. “We need everyone with medical experience treating minor injuries to come help set up a triage!”

“I should go; I’ll be able to check and see if our friends are there.”

You go to leave, but 10k grabs ahold of your hand. Sarge frowns, watching how reluctant he is to let you go. “10k, she’ll be fine. Astra can look after herself, and we need to go to our posts.”

Reluctantly, he lets go of your hand. “I’ll find you later; be safe.”

“You guys be safe as well.”

—

“What’s going on?” One moment you were treating minor wounds, and the next you were being dragged from the medical tent by 10k. When you are far enough from the madness, he lets go of your hand. When he doesn’t answer, your mind goes to the worst place. “Oh my god, is it Doc? Are—”

“I haven’t seen them, but we need to find the others and get the hell out of here. Whatever rotten brain biscuits the dead are eating to keep them from turning is running out. There’s going to be an outbreak of Z’s.” He cups your face with both hands and says, “We need to go soon, before it happens.”

“We might not need to leave. This place—”

“I’m not risking it,” he says sternly, one of his hands gently caressing your non-existing bump. “I’m not risking losing any more people I care about, not when we have so much to live for.”

Your eyes swell up because it now feels extremely real. If 10k felt strongly about leaving, then you’d leave. “Okay, let’s go find the others.”

—

Just as you reconnect with some of your group, including Sun Mei, Red, and Sarge, you see a woman being chased by two Z’s. Shit. People were already starting to turn. 10k takes off after the women, and instinctively you follow. You run down a pathway that leads to a dead end. You take out a Z by stabbing it in the back of the head, and 10k takes out the other by smashing its head into a metal pile that’s sticking out of the wall.

The woman runs away, still screaming.

Concerned, 10K places his hand on your back as you sway slightly on your feet. “Are you okay?”

Not wanting to speak out of fear of vomiting, you give him a thumbs up. The smell coming from the dead was causing your stomach to churn. “I’m fine, just—what's that noise?”

You turn around to see a swarm of zombies heading your way, and with nowhere to go, you would have no idea but to fight your way out. Re-pull the blade from your belt and begin to take the dead out, one by one, but it wasn’t enough. You were quickly being surrounded and outnumbered; the odds of you both surviving this were getting smaller.

Over the snarling and gnashing, you hear 10k’s gruff voice shout, “Down here!”

When Sarge runs down and starts killing the Z’s, you're grabbed roughly by the wrist and practically shoved into her. “Astra, go!”

You jump back from Sarge and stab another Z in the head. “I’m not leaving!”

Your eyes widen in horror as you see 10K surrounded by three zombies. “10k!” You scream. “Fuck, we’ve got to help him!”

“Red’s just coming!” Sarge says, “The four of us can take them out.”

“Astra’s pregnant! Keep her back!”

“Pregnant, you’re going to have a baby.” Sarge says it in almost a whisper.

Red runs down to help fight the Z’s, and at the same time, you scream while watching as a Z bites 10k in the hand. No, no, no, no. You couldn’t lose him again; he couldn’t become one of them. You grab the machete from Red’s grip and cut 10k’s right hand off to save him. He falls to the ground, screaming in agony, but both you and Red manage to drag him towards you without being bitten again. He was in shock and struggling to form words.

When a Z tries to grab a hold of 10k’s ankle, Sarge lets out a loud scream of pent-up frustration and charges the Z’s, taking a few of them to the ground and giving the rest of you a chance to escape. She’s bitten in the collarbone. “Go! Go now!”

“Sarge!”

She manages to unhook a grande just before more Z’s bite her. She smiles, knowing that she’s saved her friends, just before her eyes turn white and she turns into a Z.

You manage to make it to the top of the zigzag shaped path and duck down behind a concrete wall just before the bomb goes off. 10k uses his body to try and shield you and Red from being hit by the blood and guts that were being scattered because of the explosion.

—

Tears roll down your cheek as you try to get 10k to look at you. He seemed to be in a trance. “Tommy, Tommy, look at me.”

“Sarge is dead.”

“I know,” you say, cupping his face and forcing him to look at you. “You need to come to the medical lab with me and let Sun Mei stop the bleeding.”

“She died so we could live.”

Even though for the past few months there has been a distance between you and Sarge, you will still miss her. “I know we can say goodbye properly to her tonight, but right now you need to come with me. Please, Tommy.”

Nodding, 10k struggles to get to his feet, but you and Red help him. As you start the short walk to medical, you look down and see the bloody stump where 10k’s hand should be, and you wonder how the hell you were going to live with yourself.