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Apocalypse Chaos 🧟‍♀️💚 (Part 1)

10K × Fem!Reader (TW: Swearing)

The apocalypse was chaos, a relentless storm of violence and uncertainty that never seemed to end. Y/N wasn’t having any of it today. The group had pulled off the road to rest, and she found herself kicking rocks around the dusty clearing, trying to release some of the frustration that had been building up inside her.

10K sat in the tray of the truck they’d been driving for the past couple of days, carefully cleaning his gun. He watched her with quiet interest, his fingers methodically wiping down the weapon as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The others had gone ahead to scout the area, leaving the two of them behind to watch Murphy, who was dozing in the back seat.

"God, how I hate the apocalypse," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with annoyance. She let out a heavy sigh before continuing, "I was in the army, you know? I had a good life going for me. Then it all went to shit after the apocalypse started."

10K knew Y/N was older than him—she had to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, while he was only about 19. But in the world they lived in now, age didn’t seem to matter much. What did it mean to be an adult when everyone was just trying to survive?

"It can’t be that bad," he said, his voice soft and uncertain, almost as if he were testing the waters.

Y/N turned to him with a look of horror, her eyes blazing. "You don’t understand," she snapped, her anger bubbling to the surface. "You were a kid when all this started. I was an adult—I was a pretty damn good one too! I had my life together. Then everything just… fell apart."

Her voice grew louder, more intense, as she vented her frustrations. She had been strong for so long, but the weight of the apocalypse was bearing down on her, wearing away at her resilience. 10K listened, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to say something, to do something that might comfort her, but he was unsure of himself. Y/N was so strong, so capable, and he felt like a kid next to her, despite everything they’d been through.

As she continued to speak, her words became a blur in his mind. He was gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right moment to speak, to do something to make her feel better. His hand tightened around his gun, and he could feel the nervous energy building up inside him. He’d seen her at her best and her worst over the past year, and he admired her more than anyone else in the group. But admiration was different from the feelings that were gnawing at him now.

Without fully realizing what he was doing, 10K slid off the tray of the truck and approached her. His steps were tentative, almost shy, as if he might change his mind at any moment. When he reached her, he hesitated for a split second, his heart in his throat. Then, with a burst of courage that surprised even him, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss as gentle and uncertain as the boy who gave it.

Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t expected this—10K, sweet, quiet 10K, who she’d watched grow up in the harsh world they lived in. The kiss felt wrong on some level, but at the same time, it wasn’t wrong at all. It felt like a spark in the dark, something bright and hopeful in a world that had lost all light.

10K pulled back, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Are you going to stop now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N stared at him, her mind racing. She should be angry—she should tell him that this wasn’t right. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that made her pause. He wasn’t the kid she had known a year ago. He was still young, yes, but he had grown in ways that she hadn’t fully realized until now.

And maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what she needed to remind her that there was still something worth fighting for. Something worth surviving for.

She gave him a small, tentative smile. "Yeah," she said softly, "I’ll stop."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N let herself feel a sliver of hope.

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Ripped Apart 🧟‍♀️💚 (Part 2)

10K × Fem!Reader (TW: Death)

Y/N and 10K hadn’t spoken much since that moment in the clearing. The group continued their journey, but an awkward silence had settled between them, one that neither seemed to know how to break. It was as if that kiss had drawn a line in the sand, and now they were both too afraid to cross it.

Y/N tried to push it out of her mind. She had a job to do—keeping the group alive was all that mattered. But every time she caught 10K glancing her way, her resolve wavered just a little. She had seen so much, endured so much, and she couldn’t afford to let anything distract her. Not even him.

As night fell, the group found shelter in an abandoned farmhouse. It was a rare bit of luck in their otherwise grim journey—a roof over their heads and walls to keep out the dangers of the night. The others quickly settled in, setting up makeshift beds and securing the perimeter, but Y/N couldn’t shake the tension that had been building all day.

She found 10K alone in the small living room, sitting on an old, tattered couch, his gun resting across his lap. He looked up as she entered, his eyes full of the same uncertainty she felt. They hadn’t talked about what had happened, and it was clear that the silence was weighing on both of them.

Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “We need to talk,” she said, her voice steady, though her heart was pounding.

10K nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. He had never been good with words, especially around her. But he knew this conversation was coming—it was inevitable.

Y/N sat down beside him, but she didn’t look at him. Instead, she stared straight ahead, focusing on the cracked wallpaper peeling from the walls. “About what happened,” she began, “it can’t happen again.”

He flinched slightly, his hands tightening around his gun. “Why?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because it’s too dangerous,” Y/N replied, forcing herself to remain calm. “Not just for us, but for everyone. We can’t afford to be distracted. We can’t let anything get in the way of surviving.”

“But…” 10K’s voice faltered, and he finally looked up at her, his eyes full of emotions he didn’t know how to express. “It wasn’t just… It wasn’t just a kiss for me.”

Y/N felt a pang in her chest, but she pushed it down. “I know,” she said softly. “But it’s not fair to you. I’m older, I’ve seen too much, and I’ve already lost so many people. I can’t let myself care like that again.”

Before 10K could respond, there was a loud crash from the back of the house. Both of them jumped to their feet, instincts kicking in. The sounds of shuffling footsteps and low, guttural moans filled the air—it was zombies.

“Get the others!” Y/N ordered, grabbing her weapon and moving toward the noise.

10K hesitated for just a second before he rushed off to alert the rest of the group. They quickly scrambled, grabbing their gear and heading for the front door. But the zombies were already pouring in from all sides, cutting off their escape routes.

“Out the back!” Y/N shouted, leading the charge. They fought their way through the house, but as they reached the kitchen, a zombie lunged at Y/N from behind a door she hadn’t checked.

She felt the sharp, tearing pain as it bit into her arm. With a cry of anger, she shoved the creature away and took it down with a well-placed shot, but the damage was done. She knew what a bite meant.

The group finally made it out of the house and into the night, but Y/N stayed behind, holding her bleeding arm. 10K turned back, panic in his eyes as he realized what had happened.

“No!” he shouted, rushing to her side. “We can save you! There’s got to be something we can do!”

Y/N shook her head, her face pale but determined. “It’s too late, 10K. You know it is.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and for a moment, the shy, quiet boy who had grown into a man over the past year was just that—a scared, heartbroken kid who didn’t want to lose the person he cared about the most.

“I—” he began, but his voice broke. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for a while now.”

She smiled weakly, her strength fading fast. “I know,” she whispered. “But you have to let me go. You have to survive.”

He shook his head, refusing to accept it. But even as he did, he could see the change starting in her eyes—the dullness, the emptiness that signaled the infection was taking over.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged, tears streaming down his face. “Don’t leave me.”

She reached up, her hand trembling, and touched his cheek. “Be strong, 10K. Like you always have been. Remember that you’re not alone. You have the group. And you have the strength to keep going.”

With those last words, Y/N slips a folded piece of paper with something inside of it in his hand and then her body went limp, her eyes glazing over as the infection claimed her.

10K clenched his jaw, tears blurring his vision. He had one last job to do, one final act to honor the woman who had meant everything to him. With shaking hands, he raised his pike and, with a sob, ended her suffering.

The night was eerily silent after that. The zombies had been dealt with, and the group had made it to safety, but 10K felt like he was standing in the middle of a void. He stared down at Y/N’s lifeless body, his heart shattered.

But he knew she was right. He had to survive. For her.

With a heavy heart, he opened the piece of paper that held the words 'Don't forget me' on it, and her Army tags now resting in his clenched hand, he then turned away and rejoined the group, leaving behind the only person who had ever made him feel whole in a world that was falling apart.

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Bath Time and A Gift 🧟‍♀️💚

(10K Z Nation × OC!Fem!Reader)

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10k lingered by the door for a moment, taking in the simple beauty of the scene. The apartment was small, the paint peeling off the walls and the old, warped floorboards creaking under his weight, but it was clean and it felt like home.But in that moment, the chaos of the world outside felt distant, as if they’d carved out this little piece of heaven amidst the nightmare.

"Hello Tommy" the sweet voice coming from the woman standing before him.

"She loves her baths, doesn’t she?" he said softly, as he bent down closer to their daughter.

Emma chuckled, her hands gently rinsing off their daughter’s tiny arms. "She’s a water baby, for sure. Just like her dad. You should’ve seen her earlier, Tommy. She was splashing like crazy."

Tommy smiled, reaching a finger out to tickle his daughter's little belly. The baby giggled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and recognition as she splashed the water. "You’re getting us all wet, little one," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Emma laughed, flicking a bit of water his way. "Oh, like you mind. I swear, you two are like peas in a pod."

He laughed too, wiping the droplets from his face before resting a hand on Emma’s shoulder. "I think she gets the splashing from you. You used to jump in puddles whenever you could."

Emma shrugged playfully. "What can I say? We’ve got to find joy where we can. Even now." She glanced at him, her eyes softening. "Speaking of joy, how was the run? Everyone make it back alright?"

Tommy nodded. "Yeah, Addy and Doc are just settling in their room, and Warren’s doing another sweep with Murphy. Everything’s clear, for now."

"For now," Emma echoed quietly, her gaze flicking toward the window, where the dark, decayed city loomed beyond. But then she smiled, shaking off the heaviness of the thought. "At least we have this. For as long as we can."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head again. "We’ll keep making it work. For her." His eyes drifted back to their daughter, who was babbling happily, her little fingers reaching up to grasp at the air.

Emma turned off the faucet, her hands gently cupping their daughter to lift her out of the water. "Here, can you grab the towel?" she asked, and Tommy was quick to pick up the small, frayed towel from the counter, wrapping it snugly around their little girl. The baby cooed, nuzzling into the warmth, her tiny fists grabbing onto the fabric.

Tommy held her close, his heart swelling with that protective, fierce love he felt every time he looked at her. "She’s getting so big, Em. I almost can’t believe it."

"I know," Emma whispered, drying off their daughter’s soft hair. "She’s our miracle, Tommy. In all of this…" Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly smiled again, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "She’s our reason to keep fighting."

He nodded, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "Yeah, she is. And you’re mine too, Emma."

For a moment, they stood there, heads resting together, with the sound of their baby’s quiet coos between them. It wasn’t much, but in this broken world, it was everything.

"Come on, let’s get her dressed and fed," Emma said after a moment, pulling back slightly. "Before she decides to go on another splashing spree."

Tommy chuckled, still holding their daughter gently as he handed Emma the tiny onesie they'd scavenged from an old store weeks ago. It was faded, but still soft and warm.

As they dressed her, Emma kept glancing up at him, smiling each time she caught his eye. "I missed you today," she said softly, her hand brushing against his.

"I missed you too," Tommy replied, his voice low and sincere. "I always do."

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As they finished dressing their daughter, Tommy suddenly remembered something he'd been hiding in his jacket pocket. He shifted slightly, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, I’ve got something for her. Picked it up on the run today."

Emma raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What did you find this time?"

With a bit of dramatic flair, Tommy pulled a small, faded yellow rubber duck from his pocket. The paint was chipped in places, but it still had its distinctive squeaky beak. "Ta-da!"

Emma gasped softly, her face lighting up. "Tommy! Where did you find that?"

"Old toy shop we passed through. Thought she might like it," he said, holding it out to their daughter, who immediately reached for it with wide, eager eyes. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and it let out a faint squeak.

Their daughter’s reaction was instant—she giggled loudly, clapping her tiny hands together in excitement. Her little fingers clutched at the duck, fascinated by its texture, and she brought it to her mouth, examining it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.

Emma laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can’t believe you found a rubber duck in all this mess."

Tommy shrugged, smiling as he watched their daughter’s joy. "Had to give her something to make bathtime even more fun, right? Plus, look at that smile. Totally worth it."

Emma leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as they both watched their daughter squeak and gnaw at the duck. "You’re a pretty great dad, you know that?"

Tommy glanced at her, his heart swelling at her words. "I’m just doing my best. For her. For us."

"You’re doing more than that," Emma whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You’re keeping us safe. And happy."

He smiled, his arm wrapping around her as they stood together, their daughter’s laughter filling the small apartment. For that brief moment, the world outside didn’t matter. The Z’s, the constant threat—they all faded away. It was just the three of them, and a rubber duck squeaking in the soft glow of their makeshift home.

"Yeah," Tommy whispered, his voice full of love. "We’re gonna be okay."

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