i have the weirdest experience when i want to read disney’s zombies fanfiction ‘cause my name is actually zed. its so funny really, especially if it’s a 'zed necrodoppolis x reader’. it pains me so deeply

“hi, my name is zed”

“oh hi, my name is zed”

like whatttt

Zed’s entire body whipped back from the force of the punch.  Addison was yelling at him and through the haze, he wasn’t entirely certain what she was talking about.

“…we had gotten past this, Zed.  I thought we were going to be there for each other, no matter what anybody else said.”

How could she be talking about being there for each other, when she was the one going off with the new kids?

“You can’t just not tell me something like that.  Zed, this is something important.  I love your Zombie, I do, he’s a part of you, but you’re more than that.  You’re a zombie, not a monster.  If your Z-band is malfunctioning, you need to get a new one.”  Addison said hotly, though most of her anger was the result of her concern and love.

It didn’t work like that.  Zombies couldn’t afford health insurance, and even if they could – the Zombie mutation was a pre-existing condition and wouldn’t be covered anyway.  

She continued: “I shouldn’t be finding this out from Wyatt of all peo-”

“You shouldn’t be finding out from Wyatt,” Zed growled, “in the first place, Addison.” Wyatt.  He’d had just about enough of Wyatt.

“No, I shouldn’t!  You should have been the one to tell me, Zed,” her voice trembled.

“The Z-band’s working fine, Addison,” he deflected.  “It’s like when I hacked the old one.  Well, Eliza actually did the hacking.  With her laptop -”

“You’re hacking your Z-band again?  Zed, I shouldn’t need to remind you how dangerous that is.”

She wasn’t listening to what he was saying.  “I didn’t do anything to my Z-band, Addison,” Zed said quietly.

“So you admit there’s something wrong,” she said shakily.

Zed groaned.  “That…moonstone thing the wolves have, it split the screen open.”  He pulled the sleeve of his varsity jacket up to reveal the cracked Z-band.  “That’s what happened at the pep rally.”

“So watching Wyatt, quote unquote, ‘save’ me at the pep rally has nothing to do with this? What about when you accused me of being ‘into him’, and then walking off without letting me say anything?”

“You want to talk about Wyatt?  Let’s talk about Wyatt, Addi.”  Zed said savagely.

Addison crossed her arms.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think it means?”  Zed nearly snapped, growling lowly.

“I don’t know, Zed!  I make friends with the new kids, and you start acting insanely jealous.  The cheer routine goes wrong and he caught me.  He was standing right there, Zed.  I think it means that you’re jealous.  That… you love me.”

Zed sighed incredulously.  “I love you. Yeah, I love you.  I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that.  I don’t even know how many times I’ve heard you say that.”

“Zed, I just… I know that you love me, I do.”  Addison took both Zed’s hands in her own.  “I think we should go on that date now.”

“Yeah, about that… see, I was planning on taking you back to that ice cream shop. But with the anti-monster laws back in effect, I don’t think we’re gonna make it back there.”

“So we’ll stay at your place.  Or mine. I’ve got ice cream.  Or better yet, we pick up the ice cream and go back to yours.  That way we don’t risk curfew.  Even if it’s not fair.”  She switched to hold one hand in hers (the one strapped with a cracked Z-band), cuddling against his side.  “We’re gonna do what we wanna,” she said softly.  “I love you, too.  Gar gar ga zaforever.”

“Gar gar ga za,” Zed said quietly.

“Zed,” Addison looked up into the zombie’s eyes, “I mean it.  Gar gar ga za forever. I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you any more.  The Aceys during the summer, or whatever’s going to happen with the wolves now, nothing can change the way I feel about you.”

“I, I guess I knew that.  Hey, what kind of ice cream is in the freezer?  Vanilla, vanilla, or vanilla?”  Zed joked, watching his girlfriend laugh at the bad joke.

“I bet there’s chocolate sauce in the back of the fridge.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Zed grinned, “and if there’s not, you get to carry the ice cream back to Zombietown.”

“And if there is,” was it cheating if Addison had seen it there this morning? “then you get to carry me back to Zombietown,” she laughed.

“Done,” Zed picked up the pace, Addison still giggling beside him.

I won’t go to Prawn with you

Watchedthe newest trailer and this… happened. Inspired by the line of “what’s wrong” in the first trailer, the look on Zed’s face in the “Not so Zombie crisis” trailer

Addison slowly became aware that Zed was looking at her, concern in his eyes, lightly tapping her shoulder.  “Hey, are you alright?”

“Fine,” she shrugged, “guess I zoned out for a second.” She could feel his gaze was still on her.  “What is it?” Zed hesitated.  Addison knew that whatever it was, it centered either around herself or his Zombieism.  She reached out and took his hand.  “You don’t ever have to hide anything about yourself.  You taught me that,” she said quietly, privately.

“Ag gar-gargiza ru.”  His sudden declaration of love was hard and guttural.  Addison’s soft smile was matched by a warmth that spread throughout her body.  “Ag greeska.”

“I know.  Ag gar-gargiza ru zet, Zedka Necrodopolous.”  She squeezed his hand.  “Now what’s bothering you?”

Nothing was wrong, per se.  But she hadn’t asked him what was wrong.  She’d asked what was bothering him.  “You’ll think I’m crazy,” he tried to joke, but Addison picked up on the word and sang reassuringly:

“But did you hear the story?  A girl and a zombie.  Zed, something’s up.  I know you.  Besides, if nothing was bothering you, you wouldn’t be holding my hand in a death grip.” Addison held their hands up and, sure enough, Zed’s already deathly-pale skin was stretched even whiter with tension. At the sight of Addison’s reddened fingers, Zed immediately relaxed his hand.  “So what is it?”  She asked him softly, rubbing his hand with her thumb.  Zed didn’t answer, pulling her closer before mumbling something into her hair.

“Don’t be ridiculous.  You’re not risking your life to go to some _stupid _dance! Besides which, I thought the date for the mash was moved up and we were going there.”  Addison was in disbelief.  There was no way that Zed was this worked up over Prawn.  Zed muttered something that involved being able to go out with each other in public.  “You think that I don’t want to be able to go out with you?  That I don’t wish we were going to Prawn, with the rest of our friends?  Because I do, Zed.  What girl doesn’t dream of prom?  Dress shopping with her BFF.  Dancing with her boyfriend.”  Addison held Zed’s hand up to her chest, fingers interlaced.  “But you are so much more important than a dream.  I meant what I said, Zed, I won’t go to Prawn with you.”  Addison’s eyes widened.  “You’re jealous.”

Zed scoffed.  “Of what?”

“I don’t know.  Wyatt?  Don’t think I didn’t notice the looks you two were giving each other earlier.  Alpha male, anyone?”

“Why would I be jealous of a wolf?”  Zed asked incredulously.

“Shouldn’t I be asking the questions here, buster? Anyway, I heard your snide comment when I welcomed them to the school.  It makes sense.”

“So I’m a little jealous that my beautiful girlfriend left my side to talk to the new guy during lunch.  Is that a crime?”  So he was jealous.  Whatever. Zombies had been in Seabrook for fifty years.  Werewolves were completely different.

“Mmm, no.  It’s sweet.  You noticed I left,” Addison conceded.  “But I think we have a bigger problem here.  If curfew’s been reinstated, how are you going to make the football games?”

“Easy.  I’m class president.  Principal Lee likes it when we win.  I’ll just win everyone over with my quick wit and dashing smile.”  Zed grinned cheekily.

“Honestly, bring it up with Principal Lee.  Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, bring Coach with you.  He was a pretty good help when you were trying to get on the team last year.  And most people come to games to watch cheer, which is way better when we’re winning.  Without you, we’re way less likely to win and the people don’t get to watch the cheerleading squad.”

Leave it to Addison to come up with a real solution for Zed’s joking one.  “That’s actually a good point.”

“And if they can make an exception for football, they can make an exception for Prawn,” Addison smiled, thinking about the dance. “But if that doesn’t work, we’ve got the mash.”

“Yeah,” Zed’s smile deflated slightly.  It was going to work out.  It had to.  One year left of high school.  And then, who knew what was next…

Ag gar-gargiza ru – I love you

Ag gar-gargiza ru zet, Zedka Necrodopolous – I love you too, Zedka Necrodopolous

Ag greeska – My cheerleader

As always, Zombietongue translations use Ly’s masterpost as reference. @unusual-ly

In one of the more recent trailers for Z2, it’s mentioned that curfew is reinstated. So if Zed wants to go to Prawn, he’d have to hack his Z-band again.

And I’m still trying to figure out why Zed (and theoretically, zombies) hate werewolves the moment they arrive at SHS.  Because the way the trailers are presented, this line - “They’re letting werewolves into Seabrook?  Have they lost their minds?” - comes before Addison appears to become closer to the wolves. They know about werewolves.  What preconceptions do the societies have against the wolves that makes Zed have the same reaction to them as Missy had to zombies in the first movie?  It’s a DCOM, though, so I doubt we’ll get much of an answer.

AO3

Snow was gently falling from the grey skies in Seabrook as school let out for the winter holiday.  Well, almost.  There was, after all, the football game that afternoon.  Zed Necrodopolous, the charming star fullback of the Mighty Shrimp’s football team, was currently attempting too understand why his girlfriend’s parents wanted him to attend their Christmas dinner.

“Our revolution was the cheer competition,” he tried joking, but Addison wasn’t having any of it.

“Zed, this is important.  Christmas has always been a time for my family to kind of… regroup. And this year, everyone’s going to be a little more honest.”

Everyone.

“Everyone?”

Addison grimaced.  “My parents, of course.  Bucky and my aunt and uncle.  Nana and Grandad.  And… us.”

“You’re not going to put your wig back on because your grandparents are coming, are you?”  Zed lazily twirled a stray lock of white hair around his finger.

“The next time I wear a wig, it’ll be because I want to have a specific colour hair and not to hide my own colour,” Addison said firmly.  “And now that I have a, quote-unquote, serious boyfriend, my family wants to meet him.”

“They don’t know I’m a zombie,” Zed said flatly. It wasn’t a question.

“Well, my parents do.  And, obviously, Bucky has always known.  I would assume his parents have found out by now.”

“And your grandparents?”

“Zed, you’re what’s important to me.  It’s not like you personally ate Grandad’s ear.”  Addison lightly punched her boyfriend’s shoulder.  “I mean, we can and will leave if they say anything.  Let them talk if they wanna, but we don’t have to stay and listen,” she said softly.

“Addy,” Zed said uselessly.

“Christmas is for family and, and just spending time with the people who you supposedly love.  They want to meet you, Zed.”

“Should I dig out the pink suit again?”  Zed joked.

Addison looked her boyfriend over suggestively. “That was a pretty good look on you.”

“Onlypretty good?”  Zed clutched at his chest dramatically.  “Ouch.”

“Oh come on, Zed,” Addison giggled, “you know exactly what I meant.  But Christmas happens to be the one day of the year when we trade pink for red.”

“Okay.  Met your parents.  That wasn’t so bad.  Now I’m just meeting the rest of your family,” Zed smirked, nearly hiding his nervousness.

“I’m going to do a bit of shopping.  Maybe you’ll get a new Christmas present out of all this.  And maybe, since I’m choosing all the presents this year, you’ll get a new…something out of it.”  Addison began making a mental list of everything Zed would need for the dinner. Dress pants and a jacket were a must. Shirt and tie.  Dress shoes.

With a start, Addison realized they were at her house. “Coming in?”

“Nah, I’ve got to get Zoey.  Eliza’s been watching her while I’ve walked you home the past few weeks.  Uh, it’s been really nice being able to do that, though.  We needed this.”

Addison smiled.  “I liked it, too.  Say hi to Zoey and Puppy for me.”

“You know I never pass up the opportunity to deliver a message from my favourite cheerleader,” he winked.

Addison rolled her eyes.  “Seriously?”  Zed smirked, easily pressing a kiss to the top of his girlfriend’s head.  “I gotta get Zoey.”

The next day, Addison met Bree at the Seabrook Mall.  “Let me get this straight.  You’re buying your zombie boyfriend a suit so he can go with you to Christmas dinner with your extended family, who don’t know you’re dating a zombie, who don’t know you stopped wearing your wig, who you only see once a year?”

“Yeah,” Addison said happily.

Bree exhaled.  “Addy… good luck.  How are you going to buy him a suit, anyway?”

“It’s not like I don’t know how tall he is, Bree.” At her friend’s unimpressed look, Addison continued: “Well, I’m 5’4.  And I’m up to his shoulder, so… he’s not more than a foot taller than me…”  Addison started to wonder if she actually knew how tall her boyfriend was.

“He’s 6’1,” a bored voice said from behind them.

“What are you doing here?”  Addison asked, a hint of concern nearly hidden in her voice.

Eliza shrugged.  “Was walking around Seabrook.  Figured with the barrier gone, Zombies have as much right to be in public space as humans.”

“E, that’s not at all what I meant.  I just thought with it being the first day of vacation that you guys would be… I don’t know what I thought.  I’m sorry.”

Eliza rolled her eyes.  “That has got to be the lamest coverup I’ve ever heard.  Let’s just say I was feeling adventurous.  Why do you want to get Zed a suit?  He already… acquired that pink one for you.”

“He didn’t tell you?”  Addison said with surprise.  “My family invited him to Christmas dinner this year.”

“That was… nice of them,” Eliza said cautiously.

“Yeah.  Anyway, my family’s pretty formal during the holiday and there’s a ‘dress code’ for dinner.”

Thirty minutes later, the girls walked out of the local department store, Addison carrying a bagged suit over her shoulder, Eliza holding dress boots, and Bree had the relevant accessories.  “Oh my gosh, how on earth am I going to wrap this?”

“Addison, you’re overthinking this.  Honestly, he’ll be more confused if you just give it him like this.  Also, I needto be there when you do.  His face is going to be priceless,” Eliza laughed.

Dale arrived after a few minutes to drive them home, first dropping off Eliza in Zombietown.  “Hey, Dad, I haven’t quite finished my Christmas shopping.  Could you take me back to the mall?  I’ll be like, twenty minutes.  I just have one more thing to get.”

Most of Addison’s Christmas shopping had been easy and straightforward.  A pair of earrings for her mother, a tie clip for her father.  Engraved friendship bracelets for herself and Bree.  Even making Bucky’s cheer scrapbook had been something that she knew what she wanted to do.  And for the Necrodopolous family – Zed’s suit; pompoms, hair ribbons, athletic tape, a yoga mat, and a sports bag for Zoey (to go with, what in Addison’s opinion was nothing short of a Christmas miracle, Bucky’s offer of training the young Zombie in the new year); and for Zevon, well, she had simply told Zed to pick out whatever he wanted for his father and she would cover it.  For Bonzo, she had gotten several higher grade types of paper and other art supplies.  All that was left was Eliza and Addison had hoped that by bringing the Zombie with her that she would be able to find something that interested her. Just thinking about everything that she’d purchased made her grateful that she’d kept her tradition of saving her previous year’s Christmas present from her grandfather.

As soon as they were back at the mall, Addison knew exactly what to get her friend.  There was just one problem.

WHAT SIZE SHOE DOES ELIZA WEAR? -A

? HOW SHOULD I KNOW -Z

…SHE’S YOUR BEST FRIEND!! -A

…SO? -Z

…BREE WEARS SIZE 7 ½ -A

…OK I GUESS I’LL JUST GO OVER. HEY ELIZA, WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOREVER, WHAT SIZE SHOES DO YOU WEAR? -Z

I’M GOING TO GO WITH AN 8 -A

The shoes that Eliza had been looking at were sleek, black leather boots.  The store didn’t have an 8 in stock, but Addison decided to buy a size larger so that the other girl would be able to slip in orthopedic insoles, for which she purchased a gift card.  She left the store with a not-so-subtle hint that the recipient of the boots was to be a zombie and that she didn’t want her friend to not be able to switch sizes if needed.  Her shopping finished, Addison was ready to enjoy the rest of the holiday.

insp. by this prompt list, specifically #18