#zombie zed

[chimiriah]

here's a poster I made for a school project

(I had to draw a more movie-accurate zed 😔)

[nontypicalnonhumanhermits]

zombie zedaph 👍 got zombiefied as a consequence of time travel when he got sucked into a time portal two times in the last episode of ZSMA (his singleplayer series). zombieficaton process mostly happened during the first sucking, it was different to piglins' zombification in its causation but similar in execution, hence him experiencing nausea on top of also probably falling from really great heights lol. and then lying god knows how long in a cold biome with snow likely preserved him a little bit, hence his past self not seeing anything different about his future self. second time he got into portal he got messed up even more But it was also the portal that got him to hermitcraft 👍. and then he does the zombie bit in his first hc episode except its not really a bit now.

also zed has a hole on the back of his head (originally a weird bump he got after punching his past self and the past self hitting the ground too hard). he can easily pull out his eyes out of this hole but its questionable if anything else is inside besides eyes and maybe worms :P oh and also he retains scars and such from particular deaths (but i can only think of when his head was chopped off by grian during s7 head game erm)

every time he does something with villagers they keep turning into hotdogs in his eyes like a cartoon

Also, the worms.... so true. im worm and im man the wormman brothers. is it clear i did not sleep last night

[heliads]

Zombies imagine being friends with the Zombie group when u where little but u were taken away and Zed sees you hanging out with Mal because ur her adopted sister.

ok but a zombies and descendants crossover is kind of everything

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Your destination is approaching, sooner than you thought possible. It comes without pause, and refuses to take into consideration that fact that you might not be entirely ready for its arrival. Already, you can see the town popping up on the horizon, and although the threat of returning has been vague up until now, you’re suddenly confronted with the reality that you are about to go home.

Home. It doesn’t feel like home to you, not now. You haven’t been to Seabrook in ten years, although it feels like much longer. This is where you were born, where you spoke your first words and learned to walk, but not the place you’d go if you were dying, nor where you’ve spent some of the most formative years of your life. Is it a home, then, or just a place that used to be yours?

The purple-haired girl sitting next to you nudges you in the side. “Are you ready for this?”

You grimace. “I thought I was, but I’m having second thoughts now. I mean, what if it’s nothing like what I remember? I could change for the Isle of the Lost, even for Auradon, but this is an entirely different playing field.”

Mal sighs, leaning back against the seat of the car currently ferrying you towards Seabrook far faster than you’d like. “Either it’s going to be the same, which will be fun, or it’ll be totally different, which will be fun as well. Change isn’t the worst thing to happen, Y/N. I mean, look at all of us. When we first heard Ben was coming to take us away to Auradon, we thought it would be the worst thing in the world, but we ended up loving it.”

The golden-haired prince in question pretends to frown from his seat on Mal’s other side. “Yeah, I’d hope so. If I find out now that you’ve been despising me all along it would really put a damper on this whole trip.”

Evie, one row up, just laughs. “Oh, we would have let you know way before this. If we hated it, we would have stolen the car the second we started on this trip.”

Ben frowns. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Mal does her best to hide a smile. “We’re happy here, Ben. No matter how many jokes we make.”

The question, then, is whether or not you are truly happy. You only found out that you would be returning to Seabrook a couple of days ago. Ben, Jay, and Lonnie are all playing in the upcoming game against Seabrook High, and so the rest of you are driving down with them to cheer them on.

Hearing that you’d be going back to your supposed hometown was both a blessing and a burden. You grew up in Seabrook on the zombie side of town, and made as many friends as a green-haired kid could hope to have. You still remember some of them; Zed, Eliza, and Bonzo being your best friends. You haven’t heard from them in years, ever since you left.

Leaving wasn’t your intention, either. The night you fled Seabrook is etched into your mind in perfect clarity. Seabrook wasn’t great for zombies, although it wasn’t like you could go anywhere else, or so people thought. A big group of zombies were caught out in the streets after curfew, and they sent in a bunch of non-zombies to try and “keep the peace,” or so they called it.

In the resulting chaos, your parents tried to defend the zombies who’d been breaking curfew. Before they ran to help, though, they told you to hide, to get as far away from the city as you could. You can still hear the shouts echoing through the town, mirrored in intensity only by the pounding of your heels against the ground.

You hadn’t intended to go that far, but you were a kid, scared of what would happen if humans found a young zombie disobeying curfew and trying to run. You ended up going a great distance into the forest, and in the dark, you managed to lose your way. You tried to go back home, but you could never figure out how to make it back to Seabrook.

That wasn’t the end of your story, though. A couple of hours after dawn, you noticed something strange. The very air around you was starting to shimmer, turning a strange blue in the early morning light. A few moments later, a woman dressed all in pink and white appeared, offering to take you back to her home. She was just visiting the forest to gather up a few magical ingredients, but she didn’t like the thought of some kid wandering the woods alone.

The woman ended up bringing you back to Auradon, although she left you in the Isle of the Lost before heading to her own home. Apparently zombies are too weird for the picture-perfect world of fairytale characters, so you ended up amongst the villains. It wasn’t the worst twist of fate, as you ended up meeting a young Mal. Mal’s mother found a spell that could alleviate the less exciting parts of being a zombie, like wanting to kill people, and soon you could go without your Z-Band for good thanks to her magic.

You’ve grown up alongside Mal ever since, and went with her to Auradon Prep alongside Jay, Carlos, and Evie. You always knew that the Isle of the Lost wasn’t your real home, but you had no way to get back to Seabrook. As an associate of the Villain Kids, you’ve always been on thin ice. As much as people like to pretend otherwise, they still believe in some of the stereotypes, and you’ll always be one thread away from an enemy to them.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go back to Seabrook; you did, honestly, but there was never really a future in which you could leave Auradon. You’d have no idea how to find the town in the first place, and you’ve got a really good thing going with your adoptive family, so why leave?

Traveling with your friends to the upcoming game is the perfect way to make both worlds meet. Or, it should be the perfect way, but you can’t deny the surge of nerves currently threatening to choke you out. What if Seabrook is nothing like what you remember? What if your friends have all moved on and forgotten you, or worse, they just don’t care that you’re back?

Your abrupt exit was a long time ago, after all. There’s a fairly good chance that all of your zombie friends let you fade back into the barest recesses of their memory, scarcely more than a name and a cautionary whisper.

Still, it’s not like you can back out now. Seabrook awaits on the horizon, drawing ever closer. Within minutes, the car is pulling up inside the town limits, driving through the place in search of the hotels where you’ll be staying for the next couple of nights.

You stare out the window as the car progresses through the town, unable to stop yourself from searching for any trace of your former life. You remember buildings, the sharp divides of both sides of town, but something is different.

You realize it after a moment. When you were still living here, Seabrook thrived on separating zombies and non-zombies. All of the barrier fences, however, seem to have been torn down, and you don’t see a single anti-zombie sign anywhere. It’s enough to make your undead heart skip a beat.

Zombies and non-zombies walk together everywhere you look, chatting as casually as if they’d never been apart. It’s marvelous, and you can’t help but wonder what happened to bring about the change.

After leaving your suitcases in your hotel rooms, the lot of you decide to go out and explore the town. Apparently, there’s a citywide festival of sorts happening near the high school in preparation of the upcoming game. It seems like the perfect place to get to know the town, and also to give you an excuse to see if you can track down your old friends.

The car drops you off a few blocks away from the school, just enough time to get your nerves all aflutter again.

Jay laughs at your obvious tension. “Y/N, you’ve been here before. It’s not like anyone’s going to get mad at you for leaving, they know you had no choice. Take a breather.”

You shrug. “I’m trying, Jay. It’s still weird to be back, though.”

And it is weird. Being back in Seabrook is something out of a dream, as if any moment you’re going to wake up back in Auradon Prep and smile at how close you came to believing that you could have ever gone back to your hometown. You instinctively remember the layout of the streets, and every new building feels like a stranger, not just you.

When you arrive at the school, you’re blown away by the amount of people there, just milling around to support the team.

“This is crazy. I remember everyone in Seabrook mainly loving sports games because it gave the cheer team a chance to show off their skills, but this is way different. I wonder what made them like football as much as cheer.”

Carlos points to a row of posters plastered across the walls of the school and just about every available surface. “Maybe it wasn’t a what but a who.”

You follow his line of sight and stop moving in surprise. Dead center in every poster is the face of the football captain, someone who has everyone talking about how excited they are to see him play. This star athlete is also Zed Necrodopolis, one of your old friends back when you still lived here. He’d always wanted to play football, and it looks like his dream came true after all.

You smile at the sight of it. Good for Zed, he must be delighted with this twist of fate. You look around you, hoping against hope that you’ll be able to see him and congratulate him on his newfound status yourself. As you, Ben, and the VKs walk through the festival, you search every silhouette for some sign of him. There’s no way you would be able to tell him from anyone else; you’ve changed, and he has too, but some part of you still firmly believes that you should be able to find him if you look.

At last, you see him, and you swear your heart freezes in your chest. All you can see of the boy is his back, the set of his shoulders as he talks, but you swear it’s Zed. Your footsteps pick up a little bit, and you entertain the hope of catching up to him, of seeing the look of overjoyed surprise when he realizes that you’re back.

You come crashing back down to reality just as soon as the thought occurs to you. What would you say to him, anyway? This is the boy you talked to most of all when you were five, the one who knew a preschooler’s most pressing secrets, who pretended to get married to you when you first learned about what wedding rings meant and chased you through the streets in games of tag.

This is also the boy who has grown up into a teenager, and he doesn't have any more in common with you than Mal or Evie by your side. Isn’t it bizarre, that someone who used to be your whole world can be such a stranger at the very same time?

So, you slow your footsteps again, and watch Zed drift away into the crowd. He’s talking to someone who might just be Eliza, and he goes on living his blessedly different life with no idea that his childhood soulmate is a short distance behind him. Or, he doesn’t, until Zed starts to turn around a corner and happens to glance over his shoulder as he goes.

For a moment, time freezes, and it is just you and Zed staring at each other across the festival. The noise of laughing voices, the screech of car tires, it all disappears to a dull roar. You see each emotion cross his face like a flash of lightning- confusion, the faintest traces of recognition, and then a stunned surprise as he realizes that he knows exactly who you are.

Then he’s breaking into a run, heedless to Eliza’s bewilderment as he leaves her behind. You match his slow jog and meet him in the middle, all the while feeling such a rush of pure happiness that finally, finally, it’s all just what you’d hoped it would be.

Zed’s grinning through his surprise when he reaches you. “Y/N? Y/N L/N? I haven’t seen you in years. What are you doing here? How’d you come back?”

You laugh at his exuberant questions. “I’m here with your rival football team. Some friends of mine were playing and we decided to come down to cheer them on.”

Zed seems unable to tear his eyes off of you. “Why did you leave? We all searched for days, but we couldn’t find you.”

“I tried to come back,” you say, “dozens of times. My parents told me to run in that awful fight, so I did. Guess I ran a little too far. Someone found me and brought me to the Isle of the Lost, where I met my friends.”

Zed blows out a low breath. “I thought you were gone. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

You smile, although this time it’s more bittersweet. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again either. I’m glad we were both proven wrong.”

Zed’s face lights up again with a beaming grin. “I’m glad too. Say, Y/N, how about you come back with me? I’ve got a bunch of our old friends who would love to see you again.”

He pauses, and when he speaks again, his voice is quiet. “I’d love to see you some more, too.”

You open your mouth to say yes without a second thought, but you belatedly remember that you didn’t come here alone. You turn back to look at Ben and the VKs, raising your brows as if to ask the silent question if you can go with him.

You see Mal’s face first, which is happier than you’ve seen in a while. She just flashes you a proud thumbs up, and that’s all you need.

“Yeah, I’d love to go. Where are we headed first?”

Zed all-too-casually loops an arm around your shoulders, bringing you close as he leads you away. “Anywhere you want. We’ve got the whole place to see again.”

There’s a lot of ground to cross, a lot of memories to drag back into the light again. For once, you can’t wait to try.

disney tag list: @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @thatfangirl42

[rottenstyx]

I needed to hear when a-spen said

"love is powerful. it can handle disagreements"

[addictofsupernatural]

The Outsiders (pt. 1)

Zed Necrodopolous x reader

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Fanfiction

Summary: When you moved to Seabrook to get away from the drama of your past, you meet a sweet zombie who you can't get enough of.

Word Count: 1999

When you moved in with your aunt and uncle, they warned you that Seabrook was different. Your two cousins had also made this seem very important to know. It was a perfect place with perfect people, who scorned the ones that didn't fit it. Not that you cared. You were used to being different.

They also told you about the zombies. When your aunt spoke about them, it was with with pity, while your uncle talked about them with disgust. She was a clothing designer, and he was a zombie patrol policeman. It was partly her job to make the zombies' special clothing, and it was his job to patrol zombietown at night.

In all honesty they just peeked your interest. They just seemed like normal people that weren't recognized, and you thought about what it might be like for them to be outsiders as well.

Your mother had taught you that life is too short to care what people think, and that being mean to people was useless. So you put a smile on and tried to be happy with your new life. Maybe something good awaited.

You put on your white t-shirt and dark red skirt, and walked to school. As you headed to school, you saw your uncle on the zombie side of the fence for the school entrance. He got reassigned to watch over them. One of the zombies were looking at their class schedule, when it flew out of his hands and slid on the floor and through the fence. You picked it up, smiling at him as you went on your tippy toes to give it to him. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He smiled, and looked very handsome in your opinion. "I–"

Your uncle banged on the fence. "No trying to grab humans. Don't make me have to take you downtown."

"No, officer I was just trying to–"

"Zip it zombie. Leave the humans alone."

"No," you said. "He wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just handing him his paper."

"I don't care, get inside." Your uncle stared daggers into you.

"But–"

"I know you're new here, but I'll only say this once. When an adult tells you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. Maybe you weren't taught that where you're from, but things are different here." Your smiled quickly faded as you put your head down and walked inside. He didn't have to say that.

Zed watched you leave with a frown on your face. He didn't know who you were, but it still hurt him to see your smile leave like that. "Little piece of advice." The guard said. "Don't talk to the humans. Don't try to be chummy friends, because you can't. At the end of the day, she's normal and you're not." Zed didn't say anything as he went inside with Bonzo and Eliza.

As you walked with your head kept down, you accidentally bumped into a blonde girl. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

She kindly smiled at you. "It's okay. I'm Addison."

You nodded and smiled. "Y/n."

"So, are you gonna try out for the cheer squad?" She seemed very excited.

"Um, no." You tried to say kindly. "Don't get me wrong, I love dancing, but cheerleading isn't really my thing." She frowned and looked confused. "But I'd be more willing to help you out if you need a partner to practice with anytime."

Her smile perked up again. "Oh, that's so sweet. I would totally love that!" She excitedly took your hands. "Come on, you should meet Bree."

Into middle of first period, an alarm started to go off, and everyone began to panic. On the wall it said Z | ALERT and was flashing red, but you didn't really know what that meant. When you got out to a hallway, the zombie from before came running up in a panic. "Can you hide me somewhere?"

"Um." Was all that came out of you before you looked at a zombie safe room, grabbing his hand and you both going in. It was pretty much pitch black, and you led him to a wall for both of you to sit down on the floor. "So, I'm guessing the alarms are from you?"

You heard him let out a sigh. "I didn't mean to scare that girl, she just freaked out when she saw me. This wasn't really how I wanted my day to go."

"You mean you didn't want an angry mob of people after you?" You asked in a playful sarcastic tone.

"Well," he said. "Not like this."

"What?" You laughed out.

"I'm trying out for the football team today." He felt you get closer to him, and felt calmer. You didn't fear him. "I don't know if I'll make it, considering how my day's gone."

"No, I'm sure you'll make it! Everyone's really excited for the cheer tryouts, so pretty soon there'll be a whole swarm of people cheering for you when you make it."

"And what about you?" His voice became a little softer.

"Well, cheerleading isn't for me. I was hoping they'd have a dance class, but they don't. But hey, I wouldn't mind cheering for you at your games. Just in the crowds."

You turned your head to his dark figure. He chuckled, before saying, "I'm Zed."

"I'm y/n."

Just then the lights came back on and you saw his handsome smile, causing you to smile back. He was about to say something, when you both heard, "Y/n! There you are!"

You turned to see Addison with four other cheerleaders. "Gross!"

"Zombie germs!"

One of them tugged you away from Zed. "Look here Zombie, if one of my cousin's friends are caught around you again, it's going to get ugly. And as you can see, that's not in the cards for me." You looked at Addison, who said nothing. They then tugged you out of the room and away from Zed.

They dragged you to their trophy room. "Listen new girl," the main guy said. "We don't support freaks, and neither should you. You could maybe be cool if you tried out for the cheer squad. And lose that outfit. It's a little too dark for Seabrook. Speaking of outfits, you look like you could rock a cheer outfit."

You didn't want to be rude, so you responded with, "Um, that sounds pretty cool. I'll think about it."

The cheerleaders began to laugh. "Oh new girl, I like your humor. We'll see you there. C'mon cuz." They all then left.

At lunch you began to walk towards Addison, but she was bombarded by more cheerleaders, so you decided to not go over there. You looked around, and saw that someone had spilled their lunch all over the cafeteria floor. Principal Lee saw and groaned. "Can someone please go tell the janitor to clean this mess up?"

"I can!" You said eagerly. "I really don't mind."

"Well," she said, smiling as she looked you up and down. "It's nice to see such bravery for this school. He's in the basement." You smiled and nodded, heading over there. You walked down the stairs happily with your lunch tray.

Zed was excitedly telling his friends about you. "Yeah Bonzo. She even said she'd cheer me on at games. I'm really pumped right now, and I think she likes me."

"Yeah right." Eliza said. "It's just because she's new. Once she figures out that humans don't like zombies, she'll probably stay far away."

Zed gave Eliza a look before their teacher said, "Woah, there's no human students here."

Everybody turned to see you nervously standing there with your lunch tray. "Um, there was a spill in the cafeteria." You quickly set your tray down to hold the door open for the teacher. You then brought your tray over to Zed and his friends and smiled. "Hey."

"Hey." He looked surprised, but eventually smiled back.

"Is it okay with you guys if I stay here for lunch?"

Zed was about to speak, but Eliza cut him off. "You should probably stick with the cheerleaders if you really want to make the squad."

"Oh, I'm not a cheerleader, and I don't really wanna be one." You said as you sat down next to Zed. "They're a little too much for me. I probably wouldn't enjoy it. You should do something because it makes you happy, right?"

Eliza stared at you, but had a small smile on. "Um, yeah."

You turned to Zed. "So, I never apologized for the security guard."

"Oh, yeah. Did you know him or something, cause he was kinda being a jerk to the both of us."

You looked down, and felt heat spread onto your face. "Um, he's my uncle. I just started living with him and his family over the weekend. He's a bit stiff with me since we don't really see eye to eye on, um..."

"Zombikas?" Bonzo asked.

"Yeah. Sorry." You quietly said.

"So what if he finds out that we've been talking?" Zed asked.

"Then we'll just make sure he doesn't." Bonzo and Eliza gave each other a look as you and Zed smiled at each other. "So, I could go to your football tryouts after school. Maybe walk home together afterwards?"

"Really?!"

You shrugged. "Yeah. I don't have much going on after school anyways."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome. You could see me do thang in person."

You giggled, and the bell rang. "Okay, I gotta go. But I'll see you at the football field after school." You waved to all of them and hurried up the stairs.

As you were about to go to class, your cousin pulled your arm. "What were you doing in the basement?" She asked.

You shrugged and grinned. "Got lost. Oops." You then walked into class.

After school you walked to the football field and found him waiting for you at the bleachers. "You came." You nodded. "Okay, now I have to be extra awesome." You giggled and sat down as he grabbed your arms, gently squeezing. "Wish me luck!"

"I will." You then watched him play, and he was actually pretty good. He was good at dodging people, and was pretty fast as well. He excelled at the drills, though he dropped to the ground and rolled in a fit of dramatics. You laughed, yelling out, "You can do this Zed!"

He was still on the ground, but gave you a thumbs up. After a bit everybody lined up to see if they made it. The coach talked, and everybody looked pretty happy. You saw him and Zed talking before Zed walked over to you. You smiled and offered him his backpack, but your smile faded as you saw the disappointed look on his face. "I didn't make the team." He said. "Principal Lee thinks I shouldn't even leave the basement for school."

"Zed, I'm really sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. It's the story of my life." He said frustratedly.

You gently hooked your arm around his as you both walked together. "I'm sure at some point you'll be on the football team. Once people see how awesome you are."

He smirked at you. "Yeah, you're right. Well, I guess for now only you'll get to see my awesomeness."

You chuckled. "I guess so." You both fell into comfortable silence until you said, "I thought you were pretty good, by the way."

"Thanks, but I kinda wanna see you in action."

You laughed. "Um, I don't think I'd do all that good in football."

He laughed too. "No, I meant dancing. You said you liked it, but I haven't seen you dance yet."

"Yet?"

"Yeah. We'll go dancing together at some point. It's just a matter of time." You looked down with a flushed face, grinning. "So, why did you move in with your aunt and uncle?"

"Um, they're the only family I have left now." He stared at you. "I'll explain another day." He nodded.

You both then made it to the border of Seabrook and Zombieland. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we'll even have a day where people aren't trying to pull us apart."

You chuckled. "Wouldn't that be something."

He grabbed your hand and spun you softly. "Until next time."

You smiled and began walking the other way. As you buried your hands in your face and hopped around to calm yourself, Zed was silently jumping and fist bumping the sky. You thought about what he said, and decided that you would do something for this school, and it involved dancing.

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Author Note: Please let me know if I should keep going with this, or if you maybe wanna be tagged if I end up making a series.

[weweremadeforthis]

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[kokinu09]

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[chimiriah]

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