Zombie Apocalypse - Blog Posts

OMG YOU TOTALLY SHOULD ACTUALLY THAT SOUNDS SO COOL!!! I’ll post more about the story just for you lol

Anyone out there that’s interested in a zombie apocalypse original story—PLEASE help me. I’m out of ideas for the plot. Give me headcanons, stuff that you think would be interesting to put in a story, OCs, anything. I am desperate. I’m open to anything at all.

Here are the main characters, if you wanna give them hcs:

- Myles Anderson

- Lilith Anderson (yes, they’re twins)

- Cassandra Evans

- Jaime Rodriguez

Anyone out there that’s interested in a zombie apocalypse original story—PLEASE help me. I’m out of ideas for the plot. Give me headcanons, stuff that you think would be interesting to put in a story, OCs, anything. I am desperate. I’m open to anything at all.

Here are the main characters, if you wanna give them hcs:

- Myles Anderson

- Lilith Anderson (yes, they’re twins)

- Cassandra Evans

- Jaime Rodriguez

Okay would anyone be interested in a post-apocalyptic, zombie, kinda sci-fi story?? Imagine if School Bus Graveyard and any sort of zombie movie merged together. That’s what I’m writing.

So, tell me if you would be interested in reading something like that, and I will post it on AO3 (and maybe here as well) as soon as I finish the draft!

(Edit: I am DESPERATE for ideas please help me. Give me ideas. Anything. I’ll take anything at all)

Zombie apocalypse -Ghost-

TW: Zombies I guess It is a bit of a longer read compared to some of my other post.

This was hard, really hard in fact to wrap your mind around. Part of you was wondering if maybe you had lost your mind along the journey that you've had to take alone. Being left alone by isolating yourself on your own decision is one thing, but doing it because everyone you loved was taken from you by the dead, the biters, walkers, whatever the hell you want to call them, is something else interlay.

Your alone with a six foot zombie, covered in what seems to be army tactical gear and plenty of weapons on his body, just staring at you. Staring like your the only thing that is occupying the space in its brain.

Holding your knife tightly in one hand, crouched beside a couch hoping that it had missed your precense. You had killed the few zombies that were in the living room but you couldn't believe you somehow missed him. "Honestly it's over for" you thought to yourself. There is no way you can fight a zombie of his size. Maybe if you had better nutrition intake but up to this point all you have really eaten is bags of noodles and cans of beans.

He's not moving... He isn't attacking you... He is just staring...

As you slowly rise to your feet, your legs shaking and your knuckles turning white from holding your knife to tightly, you noticed that his jaw is broken. A bit of confidence makes you take a step backwards, trying to head to the door. If his jaw is broken then it will be harder for him to eat you.

As you slowly continue walking towards the door and looking at him, you see him slowly raise his arms. Eyes widening and a breath sucked in your ready to make the run the last bit of space that is left between you and the door. Counting the steps as you run. one. two. three. four. "waaagh" Stopping in your tracks and turning your head, you thought maybe you heard wrong. Did this thing just try to talk, just try to say wait. "waaagh" Soft and horse, it says it again. Eyebrows raising and fear striking through your body, you focus your attention to his arm, then his hand, then the bag of chips he seems to be holding in them.

"What do I do" You think to yourself. You are obviously imagining it, going crazy from the lack of anything social in your life up to this point. You've been surrounded by zombies for so long you think one is trying to be friendly. You watch as the zombie tosses the chips towards you. as far as it can throw with the few broken fingers it has. Another grunt passes the zombies lips, head jerking towards the chips, and walking towards the couch to sit down upon it. Lifting it's hand and patting the couch next to it to signal you to sit down.

If you would have known months ago when this outbreak started that you would come across a zombie that is capable of still holding on to some part of his past self then you wouldn't believe it, but being here with Ghost while he walks along side you, defending off any harmful things that you guys come across, your thankful for him.

So I have an absolute love for zombie ghost to begin with and I'm thinking of maybe adding a few more of these cause any zombie ghost fanfiction is French kiss not gonna lie. But I hope you enjoyed reading and let me know if you would like more of zombie ghost post!

Oc based off of a zombie apocalypse idea I had! Should I make a whole character design page of her? Tell me what you think in the comments!

Hey, I've been really into zombie stuff recently. So I ended up making a small little story for xiaolin showdown about Jack getting stuck in a zombie apocalypse. It will most likely stay a one shot unless anyone really wants the story to continue. I made some art of Jack and the original characters.

The voices are telling me to write a Zombie Apocolypse Marauders AU, but ive literally never written fanfic before soooooo.....

This is my first post Hii! :3

Okay I have a story idea but idk how to write, so this is a story idea for my writers out there.

Can yall do a story(or one shot) on Yellowjackets but it’s a zombie apocalypse au, I saw a vampire au and I LOVED it but now I want to see a zombie apocalypse one (if there’s already one out there can yall tag me in it or link it, I would love to see it!💕)

(p.s I apologize for any terrible grammar mistakes, I’m REALLY bad at grammar loll😭)

I hope yall have a wonderful day or night 💕🫰🏾

You don’t understand

Pair: Joel Miller x F!reader

Warnings: angst,fluff, joel being a dick, female reader, y/n usage, child loss,cussing. Not much else

You meet Joel a couple years into the apocalypse and life since has been rocky. It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with Joel but you always felt like a burden to him. He rarely talks to you. It didn’t bother you that much. You just continued to follow. Two years after knowing Joel he finally told you about his daughter. You wanted to tell him you understood but he walked off not giving you a chance to tell him why you understood.

“Joel, Joel! Slow down!” You yell trying to catch up to his quick pace. Joel suddenly stops causing you to run right into his back. “. Sarah was all I had left. She died in my arms, they fucking shot her. They killed her and I couldn’t do anything besides watch her die. So no you don’t understand,you’ll never understand.” He sighs continuing to walk away from you before you could say anything.

~Few hours later~

You guys end up finding an empty cave to rest for the night. Setting your bag down you mumble a soft “I’ll take first shift” before walking away to the front of the cave. Joel watches you for a moment before turning over to his side and falling asleep.

After a couple hours of sleep Joel wakes up to see you standing in the same spot but a small blanket around you. He gets up and walks over to you and clears his throat letting you know he’s there. Turning around you look at him. “Ready to switch already?” Nodding he takes the rifle from your hands before asking the question you dreaded. “Whose blanket is that?”

Looking down at your son’s baby blanket you start to tear up. “ it’s my son’s blanket..” you reply looking up at him. “Where is he?” Joel couldn’t help but ask. He knew he shouldn’t have it’s not his business but his mouth was faster than his brain. “ It’s not like it matters right? I’ll never understand losing a child? Right Joel.” You sneer at him feeling angry that he even bright it up. “ I’m sorry I didn’t realize…I didn’t mean to-” “didn’t mean to what Joel. Come on spit it out.” You step closer to him feeling a bunch of anger hitting you all at once. “Fine you don’t want to say anything. I will. He was 5, I was with a small group that traveled around a lot. At first everything was fine except one day they decided to go through this building that they “checked”. You say in quotation marks tearing up while telling him. “ They didn’t check shit. We ran, but clickers where everywhere. One of them grabbed him from my arms. I couldn’t do anything. My group pulled me away but I fought them off until I got to my son. I ran with him in my arms. I knew he was bit but I didn’t let him go I couldn’t.” You paused looking up at him.

“He was only 5 Joel..I had to…I wouldn’t let anyone else do it..I killed him..I killed my son.” You finally finish before collapsing. You feel Joel wrap his arms around you. Catching you before you hit the ground. “ I’m sorry, im so sorry. I didn’t know.” Holding you tight he whispers apology after apology. After a few minutes he doesn’t hear anything from you, he looks down at your figure, realizing you finally fell asleep. Picking you up he brings you over to his makeshift bed and pulls the covers over you before leaning down and kissing your head.

Guilt… that’s all he feels. Why did he push it? He didn’t know what went on in your life. Why did he think it was okay. Fuck. He feels like a complete dick. Rubbing his hands down his face, he sighs looking at you sleeping so peacefully.

In that moment he knew that he wanted to be wherever you would be.

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