#z nation fanfiction
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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Inexperienced
The night was cold, you snuggled deeper into the blanket wrapped around you. The ground was hard, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to.
Warren and everyone else had opted to sleep in the truck, while you and 10k took turns taking watch. He sat on the ground a few feet away, eyes sweeping his surroundings like a hawk.
“Are you cold?” he turned his head towards you, moonlight reflecting off of his eyes.
“Only a little.” You replied, eyes looking deeply into his.
He smiled, setting down his gun and scooting closer to you. You slid back the thin cotton blanket, patting the spot beside you.
He shook his head, “I can’t. Gotta keep watch.”
You frowned, eyes twinkling with a ‘please’.
You pushed your hair back, out of your face.
“They’re all inside the truck, they’ll be safe. And as for us. Well, we’ll hear anything that comes our way.” You pulled the blanket tighter, patting the spot again and put on your best, ‘come lay with me now’ face.
He immediately moved even closer, pulling the blanket back some more. He slid in, cuddling up to you. His hand unconsciously went to your bare thigh, your shorts doing nothing against the cold air. Your stomach churned, tingling. You weren’t anything close to a virgin but it had been so long, and his warm hands were a contrast to your cold skin.
Your eyes move to his, and they’re shining with a look you’ve never seen from him before. 10k was, well inexperienced was the word you’d use for it.
He’d never had as much as a handjob, and you were ok with that.
Hell, you liked it. Something about how untainted he was just made you want to ruin him.
The tingling only got worse as your thoughts went deeper.
There was a time when you were behind a tree, the group was back at the car; dealing with murphy. Your lips against his were soft, and he groaned against your body, leaning into the tree.
Your lips moved to his neck and that’s when you realized he was hard. Your left hand moved down to squeeze him through his pants and he moaned.
Yes, moaned. You laughed, moving away from him and fixing your hair before walking out from behind the tree and back to everyone else.
That was the day Addy had slipped a silver square package into your hand and gave you a lecture about being safe.
So here you were, his hand sliding up your thigh under the blankets. Your arms wrapped behind his neck, and you rolled on top of him giggling.
He looked at you intently, eyes darkening. Your arms slipped out from behind him, and moved to his chest. You leaned down, lips meeting his.
They formed together perfectly, like you were made for eachother. Your tongue slid across his bottom lip, begging for entrance.
He granted it, opening his mouth to allow you in.
He sighed into the kiss, content. Your nails moved up and down his chest, not enough to make marks but enough to hurt just a little.
Your mouth slid off of his, moving to his neck. Your hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and you pulled on it. He got the hint, lifting his upper half to allow you to pull it off. Your lips left his neck, and you pulled the shirt up and over his head to reveal his milky white chest.
Your lips attached to his nipple and he moaned, arching his back into you.
He panted, hands tangling into your hair.
“God!” He breathed out as your tongue swiped across the bud.
Your hand slid down his body, stopping right above his belt.
“Wait,” he panted. “They could see us”
“Shhh,” you shushed him. “No one will see anything.”
Your hand crept under his belt, and into his pants. Your fingers wrapped around his dick, and it pulsed in your hand.
His breathing got hard, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
You kissed down his body, stopping just below his navel to look up at him. He was blissed out, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. You began to move your hand, jerking him slowly. You used your other hand to pull his pants and boxers the rest of the way down.
Slowly, you put your mouth against him. Tongue going flat against the tip,he gasped loudly, he hadn’t expected that feeling.
It was warm and wet against him and he’d never felt anything like it, anything as good.
You moved your mouth down, taking the tip fully into your mouth and sucking.
He gaped at you, eyes wide as he watched you work.
You took more of him into your mouth, working the underside of it with your tongue.
“I’m-“ He choked out a gasp. “You gotta stop, I’m gonna-“
You didn’t stop, you went faster. And with a moan he was cumming. it filled your mouth and you swallowed around him. You looked up in confusion at the sound of a sob.
His eyes were filled with tears and he was stumbling over his words.
“God- I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ He was embarrassed, he didn’t want to come so quickly.
You pulled off him with a pop, and slid up his body.
“Hey, it’s okay.” You murmured, hand sliding over his cheek. You wiped at his tears. “You’re new to all this stuff, it’s okay”
He quieted down quickly, sniffing.
You smiled at him and he looked at you intently.
“Your turn.” he grinned, flipping you over as you laughed.
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“It stopped hurting a long time ago.”
Inside, outside @topazy
Let’s pretend the Tiktok logo just isn’t in it
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"A collection of one-shots where Operation Bite Mark realizes how young 10K is. Some of it is happy fluff. Some of it is sad.
Chapter 1: Birthdays - Operation Bite Mark finds out how old 10K is
Chapter 2: Storytelling - 10K listens to a lady reading books.
Chapter 3: The Talk - Doc gives 10K "The Talk".
Chapter 4: Sleep - Operation Bite Mark discusses why 10K is always tired + sleep-deprived 10K.
Chapter 5: Reading - Addy gives 10K a book + Murphy and 10K discuss high school.
Chapter 6: Nightmares - 10K has a graphic nightmare about his parents. Doc is there for him.
Chapter 7: Alone - 10K has abandonment issues and panics when he thinks the group will leave him.
Chapter 8: Sweet Gestures - 10K gives everyone gifts just because. Except for Murphy, who gets jealous.
Chapter 9: Growing Pains - 10K outgrows his clothes and needs to go clothes shopping,
Chapter 10: First Drink - 10K drinks alcohol for the first time.
Chapter 11: Frick Fracking Apocalypse - 10K grows up."
Last Updated on July 21, 2022.
Words: 10,910
11 Chapters
Complete
Teen, No Pairings, Graphic Depictions on Violence
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Family Ties Chapter 1
Author’s Note:
Family Ties was inspired by a dream I had, so it is cannon-divergent and doesn’t follow the storyline of the show completely. Unlike the show Mack is still alive while Cassandra is not (Mack was in the dream, while Cassandra didn’t appear in the dream so I left her out).
Disclaimer: I own Krystal Miller, her friends and her mother Shelby, but I do not own Z Nation.
Family Ties
Chapter One
“Mom! We’re doing a supply run!” Krystal Miller yelled down the hallway. She was accompanied by her two housemates, her best friend Piper and Piper’s girlfriend Aubrey. They stood behind her, armed with their weapons and carrying their supply bags. The clicking sound of high heels on hardwood floor came across the floor from the living room. Krystal’s mother, Shelby, leaned casually against the wall, dressed in a hot-pink tank top and blue denim jean-shorts. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and obviously hadn’t been brushed in days. Krystal looked her mother up and down, taking in how gaunt and unhealthy she looked.
“Can you bring me back some grass?” She asked in her husky voice, handing Krystal an envelope that Krystal could only guess was filled with cash.
Krystal sighed in frustration.
“I thought you said you were quitting!”
“Don’t sass me!” Shelby snapped back. Krystal rolled her eyes while slinging her backpack, old and worn, over her left shoulder.
“Ugh, okay, jeez,” she grumbled. “I’ll do my best.”
“Good,” Shelby said. “And don’t steal any of that cash, or you’ll be answering to Diego. He hates it when people rip him off.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Krystal said, sarcastically.
Shelby turned on her heel and clicked her way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge on her way back to the living room.
“Be back before dark!” She yelled a last-minute order down the hallway.
Krystal and her companions left the house as quietly as possible, not wanting to alert any nearby zombies of their presence. They waited a moment, scrutinizing their surroundings, before deciding it was safe to proceed.
“Where to first?” Piper asked, running a hand through fiery red pixie-cut.
“Let’s try hitting Cherry Avenue,” Aubrey replied. Krystal and Piper nodded in agreement, and they set off in that direction. The streets were devoid of life, with nothing but piles of garbage and a couple of skeletonised dead bodies lying around. This had become the norm since the outbreak had occurred three years ago. There was hardly anyone left now; among almost everyone else in town, Piper and Aubrey’s parents had succumbed to the virus. Piper and Aubrey had survived, and Krystal and her mother had taken them in.
They rounded the corner onto Cherry Avenue and started with the first house on the right. Krystal, her butcher knife in hand, led the way up the driveway and onto the front porch. The door was unlocked. Quietly, she nudged it open, and the three young adults slipped inside cautiously. They cleared each room methodically, and once they knew the coast was clear they got to work. Krystal started by checking the kitchen cabinets; they mostly contained spices and other things previous looters had deemed useless, but she managed to grab a packet of sugar and a jar of coffee beans.
“Is it worth checking upstairs?”
“Yeah,” Krystal said. “They might have medical supplies; bandages or something. Never know when we might need them.”
She led the way upstairs, and cleared the perimeter again. She entered the bathroom while the other two split off to check the master bedroom and what had been the child’s room.
She opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and found a small box of band-aids, some aspirin and a tube of moisturiser. She left the tube of lotion, but grabbed the band-aids and painkillers. Finding nothing else useful, they hurried downstairs and left, moving onto the next house.
Finding only a tin of baked beans in the kitchen, they moved onto the bedroom. Krystal threw out a hand and stopped her friends as they approached the closed door; she could hear movement coming from inside the room. She slowly turned the handle and eased the door open, and almost slammed it shut again when she laid eyes on what was inside.
“Oh, shit,” she whimpered. “Elmer and Doreen.”
A pudgy, elderly man wearing a red button-up shirt and blue jeans was standing at the foot of the queen bed. His skin was a mottled, greyish-green colour, and his eyes were clouded and blank. He was standing almost perfectly still, but swaying slightly. On the other side of the bed was an elderly woman, also quite chubby. She had the same mottled skin, and she was wearing a blue sundress with daisies on it.
Both of them had plastic bags fastened over their heads with duct tape.
“What do we do?”
“I guess we’ll have to put them down,” Krystal said. She swiftly threw the door open and they rushed in, keeping a safe distance from the zombies’ gnashing jaws. Piper swung her baseball bat, smashing it against the side of Doreen’s skull. She grunted and lurched toward them, and Piper swung again. This time, the entire left side of Doreen’s head was crushed inward. She staggered, slumping backward onto the bed. Piper hit her once more, and she stopped moving as thick, black blood and grey brain matter oozed across the bedcovers.
Elmer came toward Krystal. She drove her knife into his head, directly between the eyes, and he dropped to the floor.
Krystal nudged him with her foot; there was no reaction. He was dead.
With the danger eliminated, the three friends searched the room for anything worth taking.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Piper said. She had pulled a shoebox down from the top shelf of the closet, and had removed the lid to reveal a 9mm Glock 19.
“Any ammo?”
“Here,” Aubrey said, pulling another box from under the bed. It contained twelve bullets, which she loaded into the gun before putting it into her bag. They fled the house and ran back out into the street.
“Should we call it a day and head back?” Aubrey asked.
“Yeah, but first we should probably go find Diego,” Krystal said, frustrated. “If I come home without Mom’s weed, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Where does he live?”
“Over on College Avenue,” Krystal said, shuffling to readjust the shoulder strap on her backpack.
“That’s not far,” Piper replied. “Let’s go, it won’t take long.”
With Krystal leading the way, they walked until they reached College Avenue. Krystal knew which house to look for, as her mother had taken her there several times over the past three years.
She wasn’t afraid; Diego could be violent when he wanted to, but he had always treated Krystal kindly. She turned up the driveway of the second house on the left. The front garden was a mess; all the plants were dead and shrivelled, the grass resembling a ratty brown carpet.
The first sign of trouble that Krystal noticed was the front door. It had collapsed inward, and was now hanging by one hinge. Inside, the house was dark.
“Diego?” she called. “Diego, it’s Krystal Miller. Are you home?”
There was no answer.
“Did he move out?” Aubrey asked. “Maybe he decided to leave.”
“Nah, Mom got weed from him two weeks ago,” Krystal said. “That’s how quickly she goes through the stuff.”
They quietly entered the house, Krystal wishing she’d brought a flashlight. They crept down the dark hallway to the bedroom. The door was ajar.
Krystal reached for the handle, when suddenly the door burst open with a loud crash.
A huge Doberman lunged out, snarling and snapping its frothing jaws at them. It stood in front of them in a half-crouched stance, ready to attack. Its fur was matted with what looked like blood, and it had an open, oozing wound on its right shoulder.
“Shit!” Krystal yelled as the other two girls screamed. “Odin!”
The dog did not respond to his name. he lunged at them a second time and the girls turned to run. They crashed their way down the hall, knocking over furniture and climbing over piles of garbage. Odin was right behind them, barking and making a horrible snarling sound. Piper kicked him hard in the head, knocking him down. He didn’t stay down; moments later he was back on his feet, and angrier than before. Lunging again, he clamped his jaws around Piper’s wrist. She screamed in agony, and Aubrey rummaged through her bag to retrieve the gun they had taken from Elmer’s house. Her hands shaking violently, she fired a single shot. Odin let out a mix of a snarl and a howl as the bullet tore through the side of his neck, but he still didn’t go down. Instead, he lunged at Aubrey, who fired a second shot into his chest. He fell again, and she put a third bullet directly into the top of his head.
Odin didn’t get up again.
“Are you okay?” Krystal asked Piper, rushing to her side.
“Fine,” Piper panted heavily, tearing the hem from her blouse and wrapping it around her injured wrist. “It’s pretty shallow.”
“Why w-wouldn’t he die?” Aubrey sobbed. “W-was he infected?”
“Looks like it,” Krystal said. Piper’s face whitened in fear.
“Can it cross species?” she asked. “Am I gonna die?”
“I don’t know,” Krystal admitted. “I’ve never seen anyone get bitten by an infected animal before. Maybe it can’t.”
“I hope not,” Piper said, her voice shaking. Before they could say or do anything else, the bathroom door opened. Diego, once a handsome young Hispanic man with sleek black hair and olive skin, came lurching out into the hall. His skin was pallid, his air unkempt, and his brown eyes were now a clouded grey. His white tank top was covered in old, brown bloodstains, and his throat had been torn out. He was snarling and making a sickening wheezing sound, and his mouth was spewing blood and foam. Aubrey screamed and dropped the gun as Diego’s teeth sank into her jugular, tearing out a chunk of flesh. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was soaked with blood, as was the sleeve of her pink blouse.
“NO!” Piper howled. She picked up the gun and fired, blowing the back portion of Diego’s head off. He collapsed to the floor, taking Aubrey down with him. Piper rolled him off Aubrey, and the two girls knelt beside their fallen companion.
“Aubrey,” Piper sobbed. “Aubrey, I’m sorry. I wasn’t quick enough–”
“It’s…not y-your…fault,” Aubrey rasped. She coughed, choking as her blood filled her throat. Slowly, shaking violently as she did so, she reached out and picked up the gun. She put it in Piper’s hand.
“Do it…” she choked. “Please. Don’t…let me become one…of them…”
“I c-can’t,” Piper wept. “I c-can’t!”
“Please…”
Krystal was crying silently as she watched Piper break. She held the gun to Aubrey’s forehead.
“I…l-love you,” Aubrey choked out, coughing up more blood.
“I love you,” Piper echoed. She pulled the trigger just as Aubrey’s eyes became the same cloudy grey as Diego’s had been. She dropped the gun with a clatter and fell into Krystal’s arms.
“Come on,” Krystal said, trying to catch her breath as her own tears began to subside. “We need to get you home and treat that wound.”
She grabbed the gun from where it had fallen and put it into her backpack.
“We can’t j-just leave her here!” Piper wailed.
“We can’t move her,” Krystal tried to reason with her friend. “We won’t be able to carry her all the way.”
“S-so what do we do?”
“Leave that to me,” Krystal said. “Come on.”
Reluctantly, Piper stood up and walked away from her girlfriend’s body. Krystal went to the kitchen and found a box of matches. She opened the fridge, where Diego had a six pack of vodka.
She tore a shred of fabric from the hemline of her shirt, popped the bottle cap off and inserted the fabric into the neck of the bottle.
She waited until they were outside before she struck the match lit the fabric on fire, and threw the Molotov cocktail into the house. She heard the glass shatter, and the crackle of flames igniting. They walked away as the house began to burn.
“Fuck, this hurts,” Piper said, clutching her hand as they walked. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was red and inflamed and was already beginning to ooze a clear fluid. Krystal gave her a sympathetic look.
“We’ll be home soon,” she said. However, the further they walked, Krystal began to notice that Piper was beginning to look ill. Her face was pale, and she was sweating profusely despite the weather being quite mild.
“Piper,” Krystal said, stopping her and putting her hands on her friend’s shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“I…don’t know,” Piper admitted. “My head hurts…and I feel dizzy.”
“Okay,” Krystal said. “Let’s just take a break for a minute.”
They sat down on the curb, Piper with her head on her knees which were pulled up near her chest.
“Krys,” she murmured, her words beginning to slur slightly. “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
She coughed, and blood splattered out of her mouth.
“Oh, shit,” Krystal yelped. “Shit, Piper–”
Piper’s face paled even further. She looked up at Krystal, but her eyes seemed to be staring through her. Before Krystal could do anything, Piper’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed.
“No!” Krystal shrieked. “No, no, no, no, no! Piper! PIPER!”
She shook Piper by the shoulders, but the other girl didn’t rouse. The wound on her hand was now leaking a yellow, pus-like fluid.
Krystal reached out a hand to touch her, when Piper’s eyes snapped open. They were the same cloudy grey as Diego’s had been. Piper let out an inhuman snarl and sat up, snapping her jaws at Krystal. Krystal jumped away, pulling her knife from her back pocket. Piper struggled to her feet as well, her whole body twitching and jerking unnaturally.
Krystal backed away from her, keeping her at arm’s length with the knife in her hand. Piper lunged at her and collided with Krystal’s arm, knocking the knife from her fingers.
“Shit,” Krystal choked. She grabbed her backpack and fumbled around for the gun, pulling it out at the last second before Piper lunged at her again. She pulled the trigger, shooting her in the throat. Piper choked and gargled, but kept coming. Krystal fired again, this time hitting her between the eyes. Piper dropped to the ground, and Krystal turned and ran, not looking back.
~*~
Krystal practically threw herself at the front door, shoving it open. She stumbled into the house, blinded by her tears. She slid to the floor with her back against the door, her hands covering her face, and sobbed.
“Krystal?” her mother called from down the hallway. “Is that you? Did you get–”
“NO, I DIDN’T GET YOUR FUCKING WEED!” Krystal screamed before she could stop herself. The stomping of heels on hardwood floor came up the hall until her mother appeared.
“What did you just sa– Krystal, what happened? What’s wrong?”
“They’re dead,” Krystal sobbed. “Diego, Piper, Aubrey, they’re all fucking dead!”
“Oh, my God,” Shelby gasped, gathering her daughter into her arms. “Oh, my God, Krys…”
“Diego and Odin had both turned,” Krystal sobbed into her mother’s shoulder. “A-and Odin bit Piper. Mom, th-the virus, it can spread from animals, too. Diego attacked Aubrey, Piper had to p-put her down…and then on the way back, Piper turned and I…I had to…”
“Oh, Krys,” Shelby said, running her hand through Krystal’s dark hair. “This is my fault; I shouldn’t have asked you to go over there.”
Krystal wanted to ease her mother’s guilt, but she couldn’t argue with her. she had asked her to go to Diego’s house.
“Is there anything I can do?” Shelby asked. Krystal shook her head.
“I’ll give you some space,” Shelby said. “I love you, honey. I’m so sorry.” “Love you too, Mom,” Krystal said. She went into her room and shut the door, staying there for the rest of the night.
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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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Hello! Plz i need help.
So I’m getting a new kindle right, and i have discovered (before the old one decided that half the screen was going to become the void…) that you can get fucking ao3 fics in there! Either using the web page or fucking downloading them to you laptop then transferring them!
And currently my brain just needs some good ol’ fluffy fics as i want to tear my own skin off and burn my bones :))
So,
If anyone has any ao3 fics from the following fandoms, please can you like recommend me some 👉👈. I don’t mind the genre but i would love fluff or hurt comfort!
please from the following fandoms/ specific characters... xx
The Bad Batch
The Clone wars (mainly just the clones plz)
Call Of duty mw2
Spiderman
Avengers
Marvel
Hermitcraft (Ik this one is going to not exist but hey cant blame a guy for trying)
The walking dead
Mandalorian
BatFam
Hannibal
Stranger things
Hazbin Hotel
The Boys (Amazon)
Peace maker
Znation
Jurassic world
wolverine
arcane
Our Flag Means Death
Jschlatt (DO not ask...)
Joel miller
bbc Ghosts
the lost boys
the punisher
daredevil
bowser
supernatural
Criminal minds
moon knight
the witcher
overwatch
please if you have any recommendations please!
i am going to make a post about fanfics i have read that i have loved on Ao3 but im still tying to figure out tumbler. (lets not talk about how ive been on here for like 3-4 years now lol)
#please#the bad batch#clone wars#cod mw2#spiderman#the avengers#marvel fanfiction#hermitcraft#twd fanfiction#the mandalorian#batfamily#hannibal#stranger things#hazbin hotel#the boys amazon#peacemaker#z nation#jurassic world#wolverine#arcane#ofmd#jschlatt#joel miller#bbc ghosts#tlb 1987#the punisher#daredevil#bowser#supernatural#criminal minds
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 Fanfic requests open!
My requests for stories are open!!
I’ll write any character on this list x male reader, non-binary reader, gender neutral reader, gender fluid reader, any specific pronouns you request I’ll do.
My rules on what type of stories I will, and will not right↓
Fandom and characters I’ll write for!
~Harry potter~
Draco Malfoy
Blaze Zebini
Viktor Krum
George Weasley
Bill/William Weasley
Neville Longbottom
Cedric Diggory
~Stranger Things~
Eddie Munson
Steve Harrington
Gareth Emerson
Billy Hargrove
Nancy Wheeler
~Julie and the phantoms~
Alex Mercer (i’ll only write male reader for him)
Reggie Peters
Luke Patterson
Willie
Nick
~Descendants~
Harry Hook
Gil LeGume
Carlos De Vil
Jay
~The 100~
(Note: I’ve only watched the first two seasons of the 100 so far)
Jasper Jordan
Monty Green
John Murphy
~D & D Honor among thieves~
Doric
Simon Aumar
~The school for good and evil movie~
Hort Hook
Hester
~Z nation~
10K
Sarge/Lilly Madison Mueller
~Okja~
Silver
Blonde
~Words on the bathroom wall~
Joaquin
~Diary of a wimpy kid~
Rodrick Heffley
~The Entitled~
Dean Taylor
~The Santa clause movies~
Bernard the head elf
~Evil Dead Rise~
Danny
~Matthew Lillard Characters~ 
Tim LaFlour
Stu Macher
Shaggy Rogers
Stevo
Emmanuel "Cereal Killer" Goldstein
William Afton
Brock Hudson
Roger Sperling
And most any other character Me has played as long as I know the character 
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does anyone have any writing blogs (fanfiction OR original fiction!!) they recommend? feel free to recommend yourself by reblogging or recommend someone else! I really really want to follow more writers and be a part of a community again <3
(reblog to promote anyone who comments/reblogs too!)
#writing blog#writing#fanfiction#fanfiction blog#original fiction#the walking dead#the umbrella academy#the 100#marvel#supernatural#z nation#the breakfast club#the hobbit#jurassic park#jurassic world
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Line Without A Hook is on Pause, beacuse I’m moving houses and schools
The fanfic that I’m writing is at the moment on pause as I am moving to another house in another state plus I’m having to do some light paperwork to get my shit together at my school before I leave a couple of weeks. I hope you understand but I don’t want to give you guys shitty fanfic content, I know Warphy is kind of a dead fandom/very very small fandom. - From your ghostly writer Sunny Ghost
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Inside, outside
Pairing: 10k x reader
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and brains
Chapter: 5.06
After bringing the quad bike to a complete stop when you spot a deserted-looking warehouse, 10k jumps off the back first, and immediately you’re missing the warmth of his arm wrapped around your waist. With the sling of his gun over his shoulder, he offers you his hand to help you climb off. If 10K wasn’t a gentleman before, people would probably be catching onto how protective he was being.
You, 10K, Warren, Murphy, and Addy had gone to find the source of bizkit’s and why they seemed to be low rations of it, while Doc and George headed back to Altura to keep an eye on Dante’s trial.
“Is that the bakery? The place looks abandoned.”
“It doesn’t mean nobody is home,” Warren points out.
The five of you stand on the edge of a small hill that leads down to the pathway into the building. The side of the hill was mainly covered in rubble, preventing any vehicles from driving on it.
Murphy looks lost in thought; a look of distress appears on his face. You lightly hit his arm to gain his attention. “Are you okay?”
“I smell brains.”
“This must be the place, then.”
When the five of you started making your way down the path, you were being extra cautious not to trip while walking on such a rocky surface. 10k stays in front of you and continues to glance back, ready to catch you if you do fall.
Murphy walks by you at a normal pace and scoffs, “You two make me feel sick.”
“Just keep walking, Alvin.”
“My biggest fear is losing you. When you were kidnapped, I realized how much I loved you and that there was nothing I wouldn't do to find you,” Murphy says mockingly. “You're my best friend, Tommy, and there's not a line I wouldn't cross to keep you safe.”
10k glares at him and warningly snaps, “Shut the hell up.”
Addy, who’s standing at the bottom, already looks up in confusion. “What is he talking about?”
“Nothing.”
In a high-pitched fake girly voice, Murphy says, “I knew our fates were intertwined.“
“I swear to god!” You knew Murphy was looking for a reaction, and usually you wouldn’t take the bait too easily, but he had been teasing you since you left for this new task.
“Don’t get wound up; he’s not worth the reaction,” 10k says calmly, but as soon as you reach the bottom where the others are waiting, he presses the long side of his rifle against Murphy’s collarbone, pushing him into the wall. “Lay the fuck off Murphy.”
“Jeez, lighten up, kid.”
10k steps back.
Warren clicks her fingers. “All of you, focus.”
Once you checked, nobody else was in sight. You round the corner, and Addy breaks the lock on the door, giving you all access to the building.
—
The inside of the building stinks of rotten meat, which is explained when you find human skulls and parts of rotten brains scattered across various baking trays.
The group had split up, but you could see both Addy and 10k going to check out the same area. It saddened you that they no longer had a close relationship, and you felt partially responsible for it, but then it was your sister who left. Since they last saw each other, Addy had lost an eye, and 10k had lost his hand, and they could have leaned on each other for support.
“Astra, I’m really sorry, but it looks like she left during the night.”
You shake your head, refusing to believe it. “No, no. Something is wrong; Addy wouldn’t just go without leaving me. She wouldn’t do that.”
When you awoke in the morning to find Addy gone, you assumed she had gone hunting, but when she never returned, a couple of hours later, you, 10k, and Red went looking for her, but you couldn’t find her. You returned to your home to see if she had returned.
Red links her fingers with yours and gives you a sympathetic look. “All her stuff is gone.”
You squeeze your eyes shut to hold back tears. Addy only found you in the first place while looking for someone else. “She’s gone to find Lucy,” you say, clearing your throat. “We should go and let Tommy know; I don’t want him out there looking for someone who doesn’t want to be found.”
You aim your gun in the direction of something being crushed and slowly make your way over to a large mixer, which appears to have turned on itself. You look inside it and almost gag at seeing more skulls.
“You guys seeing this? This place is gross.”
When you don’t get a reply, you spin around to see Warren staring at something with a concerned look on her face. She notices you looking and waves you over. When you do, you see what the problem is.
“Eh Murphy, are you good? You’re practically drooling over a skull?”
“Yeah,” he quickly shrugs your comment off. “This place just gives me the munchies.”
All of a sudden, a man appears and starts firing at the three of you. Quickly, you jump out of the way to avoid being shot and accidentally scrape your stomach on something sharp. You duck behind one of the metal tables and, taking a few deep breaths, look down to see blood appearing on your top.
No, no, no.
Murphy crawls over beside you and says, “What the hell are you doing? We gotta keep moving.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know I just—fuck.”
“Did you get shot?”
“No, I’ve just cut my stomach.” The cut wasn’t deep, and you were sure it hadn’t harmed the baby, but it gave you one hell of a fright. Between deep breaths, you start mumbling to yourself, “Tommy is going to freak.”
Seeing how afraid you are, something clicks in Murphy, and he gives you a look of understanding. He knows. Quietly, he says, “Stay behind me; we are going to make a run for it.”
You nod, and the two of you manage to run behind a different spot without being shot.
—
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you try anything stupid.” You say, aiming at the man who was previously trying to kill your head.
While he chases Murphy and Warren off from either side, the man seemed to not care that much about weapons being so close to his head. “It looks like we’ve got ourselves a zombie standoff. You have me; I got him, and my brothers got all three of you.”
You glance around the room; it was more than likely that 10k or Addy had gotten to his brother first.
“We are looking for bizkits,” Warren says. “We have starving talkers that are starting to turn.”
“We are just trying to survive ourselves, and it’s crooks like you who have shut down the bakery and turned us into a bunch of dirty dogs. So lower your weapons and kindly waltz out of here, or we’re all going to be crawling brains.”
“Look, I don’t know who you think we are, but we aren’t them.”
“That’s what the last bunch said before they started shooting.”
You didn’t doubt the man’s story for a second; the bakery was covered in a red mist of blood. A door creaks open, and Addy and 10k bring out another man, whom you assume is the brother with a gun at his back.
“Listen,” you lower your weapon slightly, “your brother is still human, and I know you want to keep it that way. Just tell us what we want to know, and nobody else will get hurt.”
The man gulps down, “So, you're in need of some help?”
—
While the older man, Gilly, looks at his younger brother, Skull's nose, which was cut by your sister 10K, pulls you aside and grips a hold of the bottom of your top, “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine; it’s just a cut.”
He holds your gaze. “Are you sure?”
“We’ll be fine.”
You return to your group just in time to hear Gilly explain that it was their mom who invited bizkits to save their brother, who had been bitten, but then the brother bit the mom when they ran out. And since the bombing, someone has been attacking the bakery so they won’t continue making them. Their mom had turned two weeks ago, and she was the only one who had the recipe.
You look up at the window of the office overlooking the rest of the bakery and see multiple talkers that have turned.
—
Murphy stands up a table, holds up a radio, and turns the music up to distract the talkers while Skull sneaks inside to get the recipe. The plan was going well until Skull tripped and fell and was bitten by their zombified brother right after their mom ate the recipe.
“I hate to say it, but the only way to keep them from turning might be to feed them actual brains.”
From the doorway at the far side of the room, multiple heavy footsteps can be heard, along with snarling and hissing. All the noise must have attracted the nearby Z’s from outside. Thankfully, only a small number of them came into the building.
You run up behind one of the Z’s and stab it in the head before shooting another two. You notice Addy and 10k working together to take out Z's, which makes you smile.
Warren cuts the head off one and tosses it to Gilly.
You stand behind 10k and bury your face into his back, not wanting to witness Gilly crushing the skull, then cutting up the brains, and then feeding them to the walkers.
When the talkers return to normal, the mom flirts with a creeped-out Murphy, kissing him on the cheek before continuing to help.
—
Sitting with your legs dangling over the edge of a table, you watch as the brothers bag up the last of the bizkits. Hearing a whistling noise, you look over to Murphy, who was trying and failing to be discreet by waving you and 10k over to him, then looking away.
You and 10k stand on either side of him. “What’s going on?”
“I just wanted to say...” he trails off while tracing patterns in the flour scattered across the table with his finger. Murphy's jaw clenches slightly. “I don’t like either of you, but I do think you will be great parents, even lefty over here.”
With that, he turns and quickly walks away. You share a confused look with 10k. “Did you tell him?”
“No, but I think he figured it out.”
Ultimately, you’d need to tell the others the truth sooner than later. 10k smiles and brushes strands of hair out of your face. “Go for it.”
“Uh, guys, we’ve got something we need to tell you.”
Warren and Addy step a little closer, and you try not to laugh, seeing the worried look on their faces.
“Tommy and I are having a baby.”
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Could you do a mutiny x 10ks older sister!reader?Where they’re sneaking around and 10k doesn’t know that Murphy and his sister are together and after the two sneak off for their..spicy activities and come back early morning and go right to bed, the reader wakes up to them arguing and Murphy brag slightly bout fucking her and she gets really flustered and embarrassed and has to separate her apocalyptic partner and her little brother
Hi! i didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so i did like a half smut but lmk if you like it
murphy x 10k older sister!reader
His hand was over you’re mouth, to quiet your moans. The tree was rough against your back, and the burn only increased as he thrusted pushing you up against it.
His teeth grazed your neck, threatening to bite, though not breaking skin.
He groaned, his head falling onto your shoulder. The more he pushed, the closer you got. The warmth in your stomach spreading lower.
His hips stuttered and white hot sprits filled your insides. But he didn’t stop, he continued to rock his hips, his right hand coming down to rub his fingers against your clit.
The tightness wound up and quickly released, leaving you moaning against his hand.
As your moans quieted, he removed his hand, sliding it to your cheek. He pulled out of you, tucking himself into his pants. He kissed you softly, then reached down to pick up your shirt. The sun was beginning to rise and you needed to be back at camp soon.
“I love you.” Murphy whispered, his hand stroking the side of your neck.
“I love you,” you replied, arms around his neck.
You grabbed your things, and went your separate ways. It was easier to seperate, so if you got caught coming back to camp you weren’t caught sneaking out together.
The sun was just shining over the horizon when you snuggled into your sleeping bag.
———
You woke up to the sound of yelling.
“God! Do you ever shut up!” Your brother yelled.
“No. I am incapable of not talking.” Murphy’s sarcasm boomed in the air.
“No one wants to hear you! so just shut up!” Something Murphy had said must have really ticked him off.
“I don’t know, it seemed last night like your sister enjoyed hearing me talk. Among other things.” He wiggled his brow suggestively.
You immediately shot up and were out of your tent in seconds. Murphy and 10k stood about 10 feet away, Murphy looked smug while 10k had his fists clenched.
Before you could move any closer, 10k had swung his fist; knocking Murphy in the jaw.
His head jerked to the side but he managed to stay upright.
You launched forward, pushing yourself between them.
“Stop! Jesus Christ just stop!” You yelled, your back pressing into Murphy’s body while your hands pressed against 10k’s chest
10k was breathing heavily and was seething in rage.
“I mean did you honestly not notice her sneaking out of your tent every night so i could fuck her?” Murphy taunted, and 10k jerked forward.
Your face grows hot and you turn to glare at Murphy.
“God she moans kid, i have to cover her mouth or else she just screams.”
“M-murphy! Stop that!” She stuttered, face going pink.
10k tried to swing over your head but you grabbed his arm and pushed him away.
You moved away from Murphy, grabbing 10k’s arm and pulling him off towards your tent.
He was absolutely unraged, and you weren’t sure how to reassure him without making him angrier.
You just hoped talking it out would do the trick.
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Carver sisters missing each other
@topazy Inside, outside
Shout out to the Carver sister angst! It hurts like hell 😭🤣
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if you’re into any of the following:
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Fear Street
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Family Ties Chapter 6
A/N: This is the second last chapter of Family Ties. Hope you guys have enjoyed reading it!
Chapter Six
“Good morning,” 10K greeted Krystal the following morning as she slowly emerged from a deep sleep. It took her a moment to remember why she was curled up against his chest.
“Morning.” She smiled up at him as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. They got up and got dressed, and she followed him out to the kitchen where the rest of the group were waiting. Addy smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
“Hey, 10K,” Murphy said. “Come here a minute.”
Krystal and 10K shared a glance before he followed Murphy into the living room. He came back a minute later, looking a little disturbed. Krystal glanced over at her uncle, who gave her the ‘I’m watching you’ signal.
“What was that about?” She asked 10K.
“He said he knows what’s going on between us, and that I’d better treat you like a lady or he’ll eat my brains with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”
“Of course, he did,” she sighed with a grin, rolling her eyes. “Don’t worry, he’s all talk. My mom told me he gave my dad the same lecture when they started dating.”
The group gathered in the kitchen as Doc toasted and served up the last loaf of bread for breakfast. The stereo was playing softly in the living room. It wasn’t any of the music from Krystal’s own collection, or her parents; she assumed Citizen Z must have put one of his records on again.
“We’ve got enough food to last until tomorrow,” Warren said. “But after that, we’ll need to do another supply run. We can stay one more day but then we need to get moving.”
“Are you sure you still want to come with us to California?” Murphy asked Krystal, seriously. She nodded.
“Positive.”
She could sense his unease, but he seemed to accept her decision. Suddenly, the portable radio clipped to Addy’s belt crackled to life.
“Delta X-Ray Delta, this is Citizen Z, do you copy?” Citizen Z’s voice came through the speaker.
Addy yanked it from her belt and clicked the button.
“Citizen Z, this is Addy. We copy.”
“Addy!” Citizen Z sounded excited and relieved. “Thank God. You guys are in Colorado right now, correct?”
“Yeah,” Addy replied. “In Colorado Springs. Why, what’s up?”
“Okay, can you give me a precise location; a street name or something?”
“We’re at 517 Yucca Drive,” Krystal told him over Addy’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“Uh, wait,” Citizen Z replied hesitantly. “Who am I speaking with?”
“My name’s Krystal, I’m kind of a newbie in the group,” Krystal explained briefly. “We’re at my house.”
“Oh, okay,” he said, more cheerfully. “Hi, Krystal. Um, I don’t want to alarm you guys, but – well actually this is a bit alarming–”
“Get on with it,” Murphy growled from the doorway.
“There’s a horde headed in your direction. Did you say Yucca Drive?”
“Yes,” Krystal said.
“Ooh, boy. Okay, judging by these co-ordinates, you’ve got a maximum of an hour before they’re right on top of you,” Citizen Z said.
“Shit,” Warren said, pressing a hand over her forehead in frustration and walking a couple of steps away.
“Whether you choose to leave now or stay and defend your property is your decision,” Citizen Z told them. “But the package is Priority One.”
“The package has a name!” Murphy snapped.
“Roger that,” Warren said, giving Murphy a warning glare, which silenced him. “Thanks for the heads up.”
“Good luck,” Citizen Z said, and the radio clicked. He was gone. They were on their own.
“What do we want to do?” Warren asked the rest of the group.
“My top priority right now is Krystal’s safety,” Murphy said. “Besides, this is technically her house, so let’s let her decide.”
This was unexpected. Krystal’s mind raced, trying to come up with a solution.
“I say we hold out as long as we can,” she said. “If we get overrun, we make a break for it. We were planning to leave tomorrow, anyway.”
“Okay,” Warren agreed. “Let’s get this place locked up tight.”
With that, they scattered. Everyone went to a different room, checking doors and windows for any possible entry points.
Krystal ran down the hall to her room and shut the window, locking it and drawing the curtains. As she left the room, she grabbed the Beretta from her nightstand and slipped it into the holster that 10K had given her. She retrieved her scythe from its spot next to the front door and returned to the living room, shutting the radio off so that the house was silent. 10K had retrieved his rifle and was sitting on the couch, loading it. Krystal sat beside him, leaning against his shoulder. Addy and Mack were the next to reappear. Addy had the Z-Whacker slung over her shoulder and Mack’s handgun was holstered on his belt. Warren appeared, leaning against the doorframe, with her own gun holstered as well. Doc and Murphy reappeared last; Doc was armed with his crowbar. Murphy sat on Krystal’s other side, staying close to her and keeping her between himself and 10K. She felt safer with them there, if only slightly.
After what seemed like an eternity, she began to hear noises outside in the yard.
Shit, Krystal thought, a chill running down her spine. She had hoped that the zombies would simply wander through the street and pass them by. Warren quietly moved toward the front door and hit the light switch, plunging the house into darkness. Now, their only light source was the glow of the full moon through the curtains.
There was a loud, wooden thump outside in the backyard. It sounded way too close for Krystal’s liking.
“What was that?” Doc whispered. His question was followed by another thud.
“Oh, God,” Krystal whispered, her heart skipping a beat. “They’re on the back porch.”
She felt her uncle stiffen beside her, but he remained silent. Warren trained her gun on the back door, ready to shoot if she had to.
It was then that Krystal sat bolt upright with a gasp.
“Fuck!” she yelped, momentarily forgetting to stay quiet.
“What?” Warren whispered sharply.
“Did anyone lock the back door?”
No one said a word for a moment as the group exchanged terrified glances.
“Aw, hell,” Murphy said. “No. No, we did not.”
“Shit!” Krystal stood up. “I’ll get it, everyone into the garage!”
“No, Krys, don’t!” Murphy warned her, but she was already halfway to the back door. She reached out to flick the lock, when suddenly the door burst open so forcefully that the frame splintered. She screamed as she was knocked backward and five zombies came lurching through the door, snarling and snapping their jaws.
“KRYSTAL!” Murphy screamed, leaping to his feet. She heard the group rush over to defend her, and felt 10K grab her by the arm and pull her to her feet. She could taste blood, and realised that her lip was bleeding. 10K pushed her behind him, aiming his rifle and taking a shot. The first zombie went down, but by this time, several more were pushing their way through the broken door. Gunshots were going off continuously as Mack, Warren and 10K picked off zombies left and right. Krystal staggered over to the garage door, trying to open it. She finally got the door open and stumbled down the steps, with Murphy behind her. Soon after, the rest of the group followed. Krystal could still hear the zombies’ faint wheezing and growling, so she knew that not all of them were dead.
Krystal made sure the interior garage door was locked, but for good measure she also barricaded it with an old microwave and a couple of boxes filled with junk.
“That’ll hold them for a little while,” Warren said. “Stay quiet. They’re drawn to sound; if they can’t hear us, they’ll lose interest.”
“Murphy, can’t you do your zombie mind-control thing?” Mack spoke up. “Make them leave!”
“Zombie mind-control?” Krystal blinked up at her uncle.
“I’ll explain later,” he told her. he went over to the door and stood in front of it, holding his hand out toward it. There was a moment of silence, before the zombies resumed slamming themselves against the door.
“They’re not listening,” Murphy said. He looked tired, and his breathing was heavy. “All they care about is getting to a food source. They’re starving.”
“Shit!” Krystal squealed as the door’s hinges gave way. The door opened an inch or two and a Z tried to reach its gnarled, decomposing hand through the small gap, only to have the door close on it.
“Okay, we need a plan B!” Warren said, leaning with her back against the door, bracing herself with her legs.
“I have a solution,” Murphy declared confidently.
“Thank God,” Warren sighed, relieved.
“It involves fire.”
“Absolutely not,” Warren told him, rolling her eyes.
“Actually, that might not be such a bad idea,” Krystal backed her uncle up. “There’s plenty of alcohol left, we could make some Molotov cocktails.”
“Krystal, we are not setting your house on fire.”
“Why not? We’re leaving tomorrow anyway. There’s nothing left here for me.”
The barricade shifted. The door burst open and the zombies practically fell over each other in their mad rush to get into the room.
10K climbed onto the roof of the car to get a clear shot as Krystal and the others ducked. They fell one by one as he fired off seven shots in quick succession. One, however, turned its attention to Krystal. As it charged her, she yanked the Beretta from her waistband, took aim, and pulled the trigger. As the gun clicked, she realized she had forgotten to reload it. She turned and ran around the back of the car, tripping and falling as she went. She heard an odd cracking sound and felt a searing pain in her lower abdomen, but she ignored it. She rolled onto her back as the zombie loomed over her, its jaws only inches away from her face. A shot rang out, and she shut her eyes as blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.
The room was finally silent. It was over.
It was only now that Krystal paid attention to the pain in her stomach. She placed her hand over her stomach, and when she lifted it again her palm was covered in blood. She looked down and almost vomited at the sight of a spreading bloodstain on her shirt and a shard of glass sticking out of it. She pulled the shard out, blood spirting from the wound. She got up shakily and walked back around the car to where the others stood.
“Um, okay,” she said. “Slight problem.”
“Oh, shit,” Murphy said, noticing the injury himself. “Krys!”
Krystal’s head was buzzing, and her vision was starting to tunnel. She felt herself slumping to the ground, and only faintly felt 10K’s hand on the back of her head, preventing it from hitting the floor as she fainted.
she opened her eyes again to find herself lying on the garage floor, with Murphy and 10K crouching beside her. 10K was still supporting her head.
“Oh, thank God,” Murphy said, stroking her forehead. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“Don’t try to sit up too fast, Krys,” Doc warned her. “You got lucky; the wound wasn’t too deep. There was an old lightbulb on the floor; I guess you landed on it when you tripped. I’ve put a couple of stitches in and bandaged you up, but you’re probably gonna be a little light-headed since you fainted, and all.”
“Thanks, Doc,” she said weakly. The wound still stung, but when she placed her hand over it, it was no longer bleeding.
“D’you need anything for the pain?” the older man asked. He held up the old backpack he always carried with him. “I should have something in here.”
“Yeah, thanks,” she replied. He rummaged around until he found a bottle of Oxycodone. He handed her a pill and she dry-swallowed it.
“I think this is our queue to get back on the road,” Warren said. “There’s bound to be more Z’s out there, it’s not safe here anymore.”
“Does the car still work?” Mack asked.
“Yeah, it does,” Krystal said, suddenly remembering. “I haven’t driven it for a while because I wanted to save the gas for when I really needed it. We’ll all fit, but someone might have to ride in the trunk.”
“Okay, let’s go,” Warren said. “I’m driving.”
Mack went around behind the car and hauled the garage roller door open.
Light-headed but able to stand, Krystal went up the garage steps and retrieved her scythe and her mother’s keys from the hook on the wall on the other side of the door, and gave them to Warren. Murphy took the front passenger seat while Doc, Addy and Mack climbed in the back. Krystal opened the tailgate, revealing a large, open compartment behind the back seat. She and 10K loaded the few belongings everyone had into the trunk and then climbed in. they shut the tailgate behind them and lay side-by-side, leaning against the back of the rear seats.
Thankfully, the car started. They backed out down the driveway and pulled out into the street. As they began to drive away, Krystal took one last look at what had been her home for the last four years.
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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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