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zombies-and-trolls · 1 year
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Murphy is so babygirl and he knows it.
“Where’s my rose? You’re supposed to bring me a rose.”
And then him playing with it after Warren drops it in his lap ohh my god-
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starpaw0007 · 29 days
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i cant get this stupid ZNation crossover idea out of my head. It takes place during an alternate version of Season 2 Episode 9 "RoZwell"
Several months before the zombie outbreak, ZIM is captured by the government and transferred to Roswell, New Mexico. Just before the outbreak, he is put in a kind of stasis chamber for observation- the scientists never get a chance to come back for him when all hell breaks loose and he is soon forgotten.
Three years later, the Murphy gang arrive in Roswell and while exploring the underground base for supplies, come across the lab where ZIM has been in stasis for the entirety of the zombie apocalypse. He's let out, and ends up joining the Murphy gang since he has absolutely zero zombie apocalypse experience (minus mall zombies). He's kind of like a stray cat who just keeps hanging around.
Doc and 10K have a running bet for a while on whether or not ZIM's alien race is here to take over the Earth or not. Of course the gang eventually find out about ZIM's mission (pretty early on) and Warren tries to kick him out of the group since, you know, they're trying to save the human race and that's a huge conflict of interest.
His mission to destroy Earth is put on hold as he decides to help the gang find a cure- the zombies are taking all the glory of destroying the human race and ZIM can't have that. He has to SAVE the Earth so he can DESTROY it.
On top of all this, ZIM is trying to get into contact with his Tallest and dealing with PAK malfunctions as a result of government experimentation.
If you want more context, here's the entire RoZwell episode on youtube for free!
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zaynmirrors · 1 year
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Fire on Fire: Part 19 (10k)
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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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kilibaggins · 1 year
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He’s Alive
Alvin Murphy x Roberta Warren
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Summary: “I feel…” Murphy hesitates for a moment, “Dead.”
“You’re not dead, yet,” Warren says, putting emphasis on the word ‘yet’ with a small smirk on her face.
“How do I know that?” Murphy asks.
Also on Archive of our Own
Warnings: Murphy mentions how he feels dead (as seen in the summary) and wonders how he can know if he is or not. Machete is seen but not used. The possibility of violence is mentioned but is not present.
A/N: I actually really enjoy this fanfic and I’m happy I wrote it! I saw the prompt “cold hands in warm hands” and almost instantly thought of Murphy and Warren! I hope you enjoy, it’s my first time writing them!
Word Count: 782
“Murphy.”
Murphy keeps looking out the small window, a blanket wrapped around his cold body. The snow falling outside makes him even colder than he normally is. He tightens the blanket around himself and shivers slightly. He hears Warren’s footsteps approach, the loud clunky sound of her boots banging against the rickety wooden floor.
There’s another seat next to him and she takes it, not bothering to ask. He likes that about her. Warren’s always willing to do what she wants and needs without worrying. It reminds him of himself, but really they’re different. Murphy makes the choices for himself, while she makes them for herself and everyone else as well.
She puts down her machete, the silver glinting in the light coming from the window. It reminds him how truly powerful she is. He likes that about her too. Her ability to do what she wants, the ability to hurt those who could hurt her or any of them. She could kill him any second, in various ways.
Warren leans forward, her elbows on her knees, looking at him with curiosity. She does this a lot. She studies him, reading him like an open book, as if she’s always had the key to the padlock Murphy had expertly designed to protect all of his precious feelings.
“Out with it,” Warren says, her tone slightly stern and it takes all of Murphy’s willpower not to snap back. Warren wouldn’t be hurt if he did, that’s not why he doesn’t want to. Warren would honestly probably laugh. It’s their thing. They snap at eachother, they’re sarcastic with one another, so why does Murphy just want to hold her hands. Why does he just want to be soft with her and have her be soft with him.
“I’m just cold,” Murphy grumbles and Warren raises an eyebrow, not really believing him. It’s not really a lie, Warren knows this just as much as Murphy does, it’s cold out. It’s snowing, and Murphy’s already a cold guy as it is, Murphy tries not to equate it to the way someone must feel on the brink of death; as if all of their life is leaving them, so it’s entirely reasonable that he’d be cold.
But that’s not all.
“Liar,” Warren says, sitting back in the chair and crossing her arms. She’s still looking at him as if she’s reading a mystery novel. Murphy tries to ignore her from his spot but honestly that does the opposite of proving anything. It makes him look more suspicious. Murphy takes a breath and keeps looking out the window.
“I feel…” Murphy hesitates for a moment, “Dead.”
They sit there in silence for a moment, Warren looking at him and Murphy staring out the window, trying his best not to let himself show his true emotions even though he knows she can see them. She always can.
“You’re not dead, yet,” Warren says, putting emphasis on the word ‘yet’ with a small smirk on her face. Murphy scoffs and shifts in his seat, tightening the blanket around himself again.
“How do I know that?” Murphy asks. Warren looks at him confused for a moment, before noticing the way he shivers. She leans forward and grabs at the corner of the blanket, slightly pulling it out of the way. She grabs one of his blue, cold hands and holds it between both of her warm ones.
“You feel that?” She waits for him to nod, “That’s how you know. You can feel me, and that’s all that matters.”
Murphy looks down at her hands and smiles before closing his eyes, allowing himself to savor the feeling. Warren lets go of his hands a minute later and he opens his eyes, panicked, and notices her moving her chair closer. She rips away the blanket and wraps it around the both of them. It’s an uncomfortable position, Warren sitting in one chair with armrests and Murphy in another. Murphy leans his head against her shoulder and feels her warmth quickly filling his very soul.
Sometimes Murphy feels dead. When he’s sitting alone, the cold biting at his already old finger tips. When he’s able to walk through the crowds of dead ones without even the smallest scratch, or when he’s in danger. When he closes his eyes at night and sees nothingness…
But it’s moments like these that remind him that he’s alive. When Warren punches his shoulder. When Warren makes him roll his eyes. When he’s able to lay here and feel her warmth. When he’s able to feel safe, even with someone who could hurt him. She chooses not to.
That’s what matters.
He has picked a side.
He’s alive.
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alvinmurphyisqueer · 2 years
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"he's okay. youre going to be okay."
can we just. appreciate how soft warren can be with murphy. im so.
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clownieboo · 7 days
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it feels like nobody in the z nation fandom talks about doc x murphy and that’s really what is shattering my heart into a million itty bitty pieces
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moth-related-inquiries · 10 months
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List of Characters
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SUICIDE SQUAD: KILL THE JUSTICE LEAGUE
Please only ask for:
Captain Boomerang
Harley Quinn
Evil Flash
Wonder Woman
Please only ask for (platonically):
King Shark
Deadshot
Little Ivy
ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ
RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO:
Please mainly only ask for:
Arthur Morgan
John Marston
Micah Bell
Kieran Duffy
Sean Macguire
Javier Escualla
Sadie Adler
Mary Beth
Please do NOT ask for:
Uncle 😪
Mary Linton (I don't wanna hear it, yall)
Leopold Strauss
Pearson
Colm O'Driscoll or any of the O'Driscolls
The Pinkertons.
Braithwaites or Grays (with the exception of Beau and Penelope)
Angelo Bronte 🤢🤢🤢🤢
ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ
ZNATION:
Please ask for:
10k
Addison Carver
Alvin Murphy
Cassandra
Mack Thompson
Javier Vasquez
Please only ask for these characters platonically:
Steven 'Doc' Beck
Lt. Roberta Warren
Citizen Z
Charles Garnett
Lucy Murphy
Nature Boy
Lilly 'Sarge' Madison
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dogboyfreeman · 3 years
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Holy shit Znation is turning 7 this year--
Ngl coming back to the Znation fandom was the best part of this hell of a year. <3
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utencils · 2 years
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like or rb
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kayaintheskyah · 2 years
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🧍‍♀️
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occasionaloneshots · 3 years
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Goodnight to... (ZNation)
Ya know, like the tiktok thing?
People who have Doc as their number one favorite character
Those who think that Season 5 is the best Season 
Mack haters
Cassandra x 10k shippers
Bisexuals with big crushes on 10k and Sarge
Season 4 haters
wlws who had a crush on EVERY female character to join the team
People who think Kaya x CZ is the best ship in the show
Dante fans
Those who still have hopes for season 6
People who love Hector’s character 
People who have cried over the fact that George and 10k were both shown to have still so much innocence left before the first time we met them 
“Doc Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest”  stans 
Those who wish we got a Creating Newmerica style spin off
People with “Day One” in their top five episodes
Those who believe that Doc and 10k could secretly be actually related (I could make a wholeeee post on how I think Doc could secretly be 10k’s grandfather based on that one season one episode)
People who took Addy out of their top 5 characters after season 5
People who crush on Murphy (If it’s anytime after season 4, I guess I can get it but what’s the appeal of season 1-3 Murphy?)
People who think Cassandra had the worst death 
Sun Mei lovers
Serena stans 
Nana fans 
People who are still worried about where Pup went 
Those with 10k and/or Addy as a comfort character
People who rewatch thinking that will make the ending less upsetting
Kuruk x Doc shippers 
Those that cried when Charlie died
Please go to sleep before  1:30 am, there’s not going to be a surprise announcement about the show I’m sorry 
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zombies-and-trolls · 1 year
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How the hell did the group get absolutely read to FILTH in that hotel in Season two, and hear everything about how Murphy doesn’t get the respect he deserves and no one acknowledges all he does for them
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And then the group is STILL assholes to him.
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achillean-affection · 3 years
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10k accidentally calls you mommy in front of the team
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CW: Swearing, zombies, Mommy kink
Team Delta X-ray Delta were all camping out, it had been an exhausting day and everyone was tired, Doc was sleeping in a makeshift hammock, Vasquez was leaning against a tree that funnily enough had rope attached which was holding Murphy. Warren and Addy has been on guard since they’d slept earlier while we all searched, and 10k was on lying with his head in your lap. You were the first to wake up, then Vasquez and Doc, not long after was Murphy. Then there was one.
You hadn’t realised when 10k had woken up and neither had anyone else, you only noticed the hold around you stomach get tighter as he shifted so his face was between the crease in your arm and your chest, the rest of his body curled against your side. The others had seemed to the movement and were watching him to see if he was waking, what you didn’t expect was him crying out for you.
“Mommy~...” he pressed a ,what appeared to be, small kiss to your arm as the others stared in awe. It didn’t take long for Murphy and Vasquez to burst out in laughter while Addy tried to hold in a giggle. You tried to wake up 10k by whispering in his ear, but it took a few soft slaps to his shoulder to wake him.
“I never thought that the kid would be calling someone Mommy, if anything i thought someone would be calling him daddy.” Murphy wasn’t shy when it came to voicing his opinions, but even after just waking up, it was obvious 10k could guess what had happened and why everyone was staring at him. “I would’ve assumed he was talking about his mother, but based on your reaction and how he usually says Ma, i can tell he’s referencing you, so please don’t do a Murphy and use protection.” Warren spoke in a motherly tone, like she just caught her kids doing something they shouldn’t.
It was Addy’s turn to start laughing now, “Okay everyone let’s get in the truck and go, 10k follow your ‘mommy’.”, she dragged out the word mommy in a mocking tone as another wave of red swept over Tommy’s face.
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alvinmurphyisqueer · 2 years
Conversation
Murphy: You can take away my human rights but you cant take away my human lefts!
Warren: Murphy no-
Doc: I don't think he's going to listen.
Mutphy, sobbing: MY HUMAN LEFTS ARE MINE AND MINE ONLY
Warren: Oh my g-
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znation-amino · 3 years
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Amino: http://aminoapps.com/invite/DM17W18MUR
Discord: https://discord.gg/mceJPydJ
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eternalmikaelson · 4 years
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Z Nation Playlists
10k - Playlist
Addy Carver - Playlist 
Alvin Murphy - Playlist 
Doc Beck - Playlist 
Javier Vasquez - Playlist 
Mack Thompson - Playlist 
Roberta Warren - Playlist 
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