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Why Jeff?

You walk back to your little campsite from the creek, canteens refilled and ready to go. Finding Tommy sitting on a boulder, his rifle beside him propped against the rock and staring off at the horizon.
“Tommy, what’re you doing?” You pat his shoulder pulling him out of his daydream
He shook his head and smiled at you “I was thinking, who says I have to be Tommy anymore?” He tilted his head as he watched you put the water in your bags and rustled around trying to find something.
You stand up and look at him confused “What do ya mean? Who else would you be?”
“Ten thousand” he grinned
“Ten thousand?” You repeated, still not understanding what he was getting at.
“Well, I was thinking” you poked his arm with a granola bar “Well that’s never good” you said making him give you an unamused look making you laugh
He took from bar from you and unwrapped it “that’s how many Z’s I’m gonna kill. You know that, so that’s who I’ll be, Ten thousand” he continued
“Hmm,” you said with a mouth full "Alrighty Tommy-I mean Ten thousand,“ you nodded at him making sure that’s what he meant "but,” you pointed to him and poked his chest with your index finger “who will you be after you reach your z goal?”
Tommy sat back against his rock, eating silently and in deep thought. When he finished and stood up, slinging his gun over his shoulder and taking one of your backpacks.
“Jeff, that’s who I’ll be” he smiled happily and offered you a hand to pull you up and started walking down the dirt path
You picked up your pack and machete, quickly matching his pace “Jeff? And why be Jeff then, instead of twenty thousand, or y’know, plain ol’ lovable Tommy”
He shrugged and entwined his fingers with yours “I like the name Jeff, don’t you?”
You shook your head laughing at him “Whatever you say, whatever your name is”
Tommy gave a mock offended look making you stifle your laughter “I’m Tomm-Ten thousand, I’m Ten thousand”
“See!” You pointed at him with your free hand “your confused who you are too!”
Tommy chuckled quietly “No, I know who I am, your just messing me up!”
You shoved your shoulder against his “oh sure blame me, eh Tommy?” you looked down the crossroad you’d walked onto but Tommy just chose a direction and kept walking “Where’re we going anyway?” You asked looking up at him (the boys a damn tree)
“Wherever we end up I guess” Tommy smiled at you, as long as you were together it didn’t really matter to him where you ended up.

What if 10k is actually a really cuddly sleeper? like he’s fine if he’s sitting by himself, but if his s/o is near him when he’s asleep, he’ll end up with his head on their chest and arms around their waist, smiling in his sleep and quietly snoring.

Bloody Valentine

“Mack! Mack!” you said running up to him, he looked up from the bushes when you got closer to him “Hey (Y/n), what do you need?”
You rubbed your hands together as you came up next to him, it was still pretty cold, morning frost covering everything in sight
“I need you to distract 10k for a few hours, please please?” you jumped up and down beside him, both because you’re excited and because you really need to get blood flowing before you turn into a Y/ncicle
“I’m kind of busy right now (Y/n), don’t have time” he said while pushing another shrub out of his way.

 Earlier Citizen Z had announced that it was Valentines day, luckily 10k was still asleep giving you the perfect idea for what you were going to do today instead of just sitting on the 3 floor’s windowsill and shooting random zombies in the distance with pebbles (It’s so funny when they get confused. (Murphy doesn’t think so))
Mack groaned not finding what he wanted in the bush and went towards another one.
You folded your hands “Please Mack? I really need your help” you begged.
Mack looked up at you, rather annoyed “And what would you propose I do to distract him?” he moved the leaves of another plant around the building’s base to reveal and severed Z head that started trying to bite him
You stabbed the head with your knife, making a small ‘ew’ at the black blood pouring out of it’s mouth “I just need you to keep him busy for a few hours, take him on one of your guys’ guy talks that always take forever and creep him out” you kicked the Z head making it roll into the parking lot
“As much as I enjoy making him squirm, no. I’m busy today”
You huffed, you were trying to ask nicely but if he insists.
“ADDY! MACK IS BEING MEAN MAKE HIM HELP ME” you shouted, seconds later hearing a loud ‘Mack’ in return making said person groan, adjusting his wool hat and leave his shrub searching to go bother 10k 

{Time skip, brought to you by the adorable fact that 10k looks at guns the way most people look at puppies}

Dragging the last body into place you step back to admire your work, you go back in the office building and soon see 10k, who looks extremely uncomfortable, next to Mack.
10k sighs in relief when he sees you, finally he’s able to escape Mack

“(Y/n) there you are,” 10k said quickly leaving Mack and jogging up to you “I didn’t see you when I woke up then Mack made me go on a walk for ‘male bonding time’ his topics get worse every time.” he shivered just thinking about it
You laughed and grabbed his hand pulling him towards the stairwell "No time to waste 10k, I got a surprise for you!“

When you got up the 3 flights of the building and onto the roof you dragged 10k towards the edge, making him tumble oh so gracefully behind you, you spun around to face him with your arms wide open "Ta-da!”
Written in about 18 dead Z’s below was ’I ❤ 10K’
“Happy Valentine’s day Tommy! I couldn’t find any Happy Valentine’s sales so I hope this is alright”
10k laughed quietly, looking over at the message “I love it" he wiped some blood that had splattered onto your cheek "my bloody valentine.”
“Oh and also” you dug around in your bag for a moment “I found this on the bottom leg of the K down there” you pull out a unopened package of gum and hand it to him

Mack and Addy were the next to join you on the roof, and walked to the edge to see your message"Aww that’s so sweet! Mack why don’t you do anything like that for me?“ Addy said and smacked his arm
"Ow! Maybe I was too busy making 10k uncomfortable to have time”

You stood next to 10k, leaning on the buildings ledge as he shoots down the zombies who wonder near the parking lot and he mutters his count with each shot.
Looking over, you smile when you see Mack pull the scraggly looking bouquet of smashed daffodils from his walk with 10k out of his coat when Addy isn’t looking

Doc walked up next to you and looked over the edge “Really kid? corpses?”
You shrugged “It’s hard to be romantic in the apocalypse”

@writingsofawaywardnerd @10k-au (I’m sorry for failing at this, I tried!)

The chain explained (or not)

{Takes place: the lunch room of that camp where freaky priest attacks, season 1}

“So kid, why exactly do you carry a chain in your pants?”
Doc asked, Addy giving a similar questioning look, before both getting distracted by food

10k freezes in his tracks, his mind going back a few days (or more like the night before) you and him had joined the group.

The dim lighting in the abandoned motel you’d secured, lit with only a small candle on the nightstand giving the room a low yellow glow.
The only sounds beside the wind outside being the creaking of the old wooden bed and 10k’s moans and ragged breaths
10k tightened his grip on the loosely wrapped chain secured on the headboard and letting out another moan as you peppered his neck with wet open mouthed kisses
remembering the feeling of you straddling him, the feeling when you sucked on that spot of his neck, (the certain spot that somehow always seemed to be bruised) when his eyes rolled back when you tightened your grip on his arm and bit down a little harder, giving a small whimper at your actions-

An apple was placed on his tray, pulling him out of his thoughts “You alright kid?” Doc asked, pulling him further “C’mon you’re holding up the line”

10k swallowed thickly, face flushed with bright red cheeks “I-I just thought it could be of use sometime, never know when a piece of chain might come in handy”
10k slid into a spot at the table, quickly took a bite of his apple, hoping this conversation to be over.

You slide onto the bench next to 10k, wrapping your arms around his neck “So, when do you think the next ‘sometime’ will be? Because I find it’s very handy” you whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning his neck, promptly making him choke on his apple, red faced and regaining everyone’s attention.