Hi! I love the concept of this so much, it’s so incredibly cool!! I couldn’t find in any post and was curious, how do the assignments work? I’d like to join next year, but I’m not comfortable drawing/writing romantic stuff, so I’m wondering if that’d be a dealbreaker for being able to play (very understandable if so of course! Just wondering)
Hallo! Glad to hear you're keen!
I'm not sure we've ever mentioned, but the assignment process isn't random - the google form asks for where you are in the story and what your preferences are, then we can match people who are likely to vibe, or at least know each other's favourite characters! To my recollection this has only gone awry once.
And no worries re disliking romance content - there are options to express this and you wouldn't be the only ZR person doing so.
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I never know what to put here, so I guess I'll get straight into it, haha. @joggerfive, you were my secret santa this year! I drew your Five and Jody together <3 I hope you like it- I don't think I've ever drawn Jody, so I was very excited to finally give her a go!
Thank you to the wonderful people who make this happen every year, it's always such a blast and forces me out of my inevitable art rut xoxo
~As per usual I am stressing about the fact that my timezone is far ahead of everyone else, and so I have left it til the very last minute on Christmas Eve to post this xD~
Merry Christmas from your Secret Santa, @iamrunner5!
Absolutely had to draw your Five and Sam together, as I am a sucker for both friends-to-lovers and slowburn(◡‿◡✿)
Hope you have a good and chill holiday, and a wonderful New Year's!
And special thanks to @notforconsumption @delucadarling for organizing this Secret Santa event!
Hi @lucky-fallen-angel, I'm your ZR Secret Santa! You said that Sam is your favourite character (the objectively correct answer!) so here's a festive Sam - briefly untroubled by the harrowing events of the apocalypse and full of Christmas cheer. Stay safe out there!
Growing up we called secret santa the gnome and giant game (gnome being the gifter, the giant the giftee) so, oh frightful Giant, here is your @zrsecretsanta gift!
The canvas was so big and tumblr probably chewed it up so so badly, I'm sorry. When this posts I'll see if it's totally horrible and if it is I'll add a link to see it elsewhere.
I really hope you like it! Thank you for giving me a reason to draw Janine! I didn't wump her too hard but instead made her experience something arguably worse- many social obligations <3 This woman carries Able on her shoulders, and she should get a massage about it.
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Merry Christmas @five-on-a-bike !! I’m your Secret Santa and I wrote you this fic, hope you like it!
Collected A Christmas Gift
Janine and Sam send you, Five, on an extra special mission. Don’t forget your backpack and your bike!
Pairing: Sam/Five
Takes place around season 1-ish
CW zombies, swearing, usual Runner Five shenanigans…
“Five! We’ve got a mission for you. It’s in the nearby town so take the bike, you’ll be quicker that way,” Janine calls to you. “Sam will give you the brief as soon as you’re on your way. Take the backpack.”
You shake your head at her—you’re never without the backpack, especially when you might get the chance to have a scavenge through the store full of sports bras on the old high street—but grab the pack and jump on your bike anyway.
Sam crackles in over your radio. “It’s a fun one, you’ll love this right. Morale’s been down because of Christmas being around the corner. Our first Christmas after Z-Day and all. Anyway, they’ve approved getting some Christmas gifts and food, if you can find any. I’ve got a big old list right here. Janine, why are tinned Brussels sprouts on here? Those are disgusting! Are you telling me you’re making Five risk her life for a horrible vegetable nobody likes?”
“They’re not horrible. Some people like them,” Janine argues.
“Of course you’re the kind of person that would like brussels sprouts,” Sam retorts.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You know I’m thinking of putting you on Christmas dinner washing up duties,” she warns.
“Nothing, nothing! I only meant that you’ve got more… sophisticated tastes than the rest of us. Which is to be applauded! Five, watch out, zombies heading your way out of the alley just ahead. Oh you’re well outpacing them, good girl. Respectfully. So much respect going round. For everyone. R-E-S-P-E-C-T…”
“Why don’t you tell Runner Five which way she’s going today?” Janine interrupts.
“Oh, right! Yes. Mission. Five, you’re headed to the old Costco. It’s a bit out of town so I don’t think it’s been fully looted out yet, or so the reports say. Mountains of supplies still there. Get what you can as always, but today Christmas food and fun stuff is top of the list. Toys for the kids, books, games, things like that.”
“Morale is just as important for survival as food and shelter,” Janine cuts in. “Well, nearly. Once you have the basics.”
Privately you agree with her. No one is going to make it through the winter with their sanity intact at Abel without a bit of fun and games.
“I’m going to switch you over to Radio Abel, as long as you’re not sick of the five Christmas songs they’ve got on repeat this week.”
You huff a laugh. Jack and Eugene have only been able to find a couple of Christmas song files and they’ve been inflicting them non-stop on all their listeners, but this is a special Christmas mission and the music will hopefully get you into the spirit.
You might even find some new CDs for them. The thought spurs you onwards.
“Not too many zoms about today,” Sam chimes back in after a while. “The ice is hopefully freezing up all those cold dead limbs. Lends a new meaning to ‘cold as the grave’ doesn’t it?”
You roll your eyes. The nonsensical joke was barely funny the first ten times he said it this week, after the cold snap started and everyone had to start breaking ice from the top of the water butts in the morning. But Sam’s just talking to keep you company: these long missions alone deep in zombie territory can get to you, after a while. “I remember going home for Christmas… all the questions about how I was doing at uni, what my future plans were, all that. Funny. I used to dread them. I guess in the end it didn’t matter though did it? But Mum would always make up my room, and there’d always be a new pair of pyjamas and a box of gingerbread for me, that was her tradition. Zoms heading towards you from the east. Your left.”
Eventually you arrive at the old Costco, with only a couple of minor detours to dodge zombies. It’s once you’re there that you hit the snag: the huge building is crawling with zoms, staying inside to keep warm. And there are no cameras in there for Sam to watch your back.
You are not to be deterred however. It’s up to you to save Christmas for Abel Township, after all. You hide the bike outside, plot a route through the store, and run as quietly as you can for the food section, ignoring Sam in your ear having a minor panic attack because it’s “too dangerous”.
The store is pretty empty, but… there. The back isles are almost untouched. Flour, herbs, spices, jars of pickles and tins of fruit, and hidden under some knocked over shelves, a precious box of chocolates.
You have to kneel and half crawl under the tipped shelving to retrieve it and shove it inside your pack, and when you finally pop up, you find yourself nose to nose with a hoard of zombies.
With a horrible wet roar, they lunge for you. You scramble backwards to your feet, shoulder your now laden pack, take out your bat and start swinging.
The zombies don’t have the intelligence to back off. They’re not scared, even as you smash them down one by one. They just smell the warm red blood pumping through your veins. You’re making short work of them as they come at you, months of hard training kicking in, but the commotion is drawing more and more zombies into the fray and you’re slowly being backed against a stack of shelving. There’s no way out now, and hundreds of zombies surround you.
You wrench a couple of boxes off the shelf behind you—toasters (shame, it’s been such a long time since you’ve had a proper slice of toast and marmite)—and lob them at the nearest zoms. They stumble back, buying you precious seconds to turn and climb your way up the shelves out of reach.
There’s a roar from the zombies below as they see their dinner wriggling away up and along the isle. You breathe, pushing away the panic, trying to formulate a plan. There’s a sea of zombies below, and this shelving unit doesn’t extend very far. And to make things worse, the zombies, with quite surprising initiative, have started throwing themselves against the shelves, making them sway almost to tipping point. You hang on for all you’re worth—but you’re officially fucked.
A loud whistle pierces the air. The zombies turn as one towards the sound.
“Hey! You! Wet disgusting motherfuckers!” Jodie yells from the entrance of the store. The shelf stops swaying. You quiet the relief that washes over you, waiting to see if they take the bait.
They do. With a gurgling howl, they start shambling towards Jodie.
“Oh shit! That worked!” she cries in excitement. Then, significantly less excited, “Oh shit, that worked...” She takes off, leading the hoard on a dance through the store.
You slither down the shelves. Jodie deserves the biggest Christmas present ever.
And speaking of presents, right in front of your eyes, there’s a perfect present for Sam. You grab it and stuff it in your pack, and then take off, using the time Jodie’s brought you to see what else you can find.
You can hardly close your pack when, minutes later, you skid around a corner and almost bump into Jodie, who’s being closely followed by a zombie with a Costco name tag declaring him to be Nathan and that he’s ‘happy to help’.
“This charming guy won’t leave me alone,” she pants. “Run!”
You both make it out of the store with a sizeable lead, and hide quietly behind an outbuilding. A few zombies shamble out after you, but after looking around confusedly, they retreat back into the building. Maybe they really don’t like the cold.
“I was on a mission fixing up some of the cameras nearby and Sam told me you could probably use some backup,” Jodie explains as you divide up the goodies you retrieved to her mostly empty backpack for easier transport back to Abel. You hug her in thanks, and both of you start for home.
Sam, Janine and your other friends are at the gates to meet you. As per protocol, you hand over the contents of your pack to her to divvy out to the kitchen and the people who need them most. There’s a general cheer as she pulls out a board game and the enormous box of chocolates.
You keep one thing back though, under your coat. Runner’s privilege.
Later, on Christmas Eve, you push open the door of Sam’s shack. There aren’t any runners out today, but you know he’d be in there anyway, obsessively checking the cameras and updating the maps like always. The radio is on, softly playing the same Christmas music from Jack and Eugene next door.
You touch Sam on the shoulder, rubbing your thumb over his beloved orange hoodie. He looks up with the grin he keeps just for you. “Hey Five.”
You place your gift on his desk in front of him. You haven’t had the luxury of gift wrapping it, and he laughs with delight as he grabs it and holds it up.
It’s the ugliest pair of pyjamas either of you have ever seen. They’re a putrid shade of brown with a gigantic gingerbread man design on them.
“I love them,” he says honestly. He stands up and pulls you into a long hug, and kisses the top of your head.
A Michael Buble song, It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, starts playing softly on the radio.
Sam pulls back. “This is a new one! Don’t tell me you managed to get Jack and Eugene a new working CD of Christmas songs.”
Your answering grin tells him everything he needs to know.
“You have single handedly saved Christmas and everyone’s sanity, Five. You’re a real hero, you know that?”
Uuuhhh, hey! @vfdcatlady I'm your secret santa this year! I thought your five was really cool and I decided to draw her. This is my first time trying photo bashing so sorry if it looks a little wonky.
Round Up of the Zombies, Run! 2025 Secret Santa! ✨
We hope everyone is having a peaceful festive season!
Thank you everyone who took part - and kudos to the two runners who fell foul of the form but still took part. Their creative resilience is just the sort of panache we expect from Runner Five!
We'd recommend you take a scroll through the links below when you have time to enjoy the range we've got going on. Readying this post on the morning of the 24th, I was already buzzing seeing the early entries.
Here's wishing everyone a safe and happy end to 2025, and looking forward to what 2026 may bring us! ✨
Luckyrunner5's gift for are-you-sure-its-me-you-see [pending]
Kelzebub's gift for darkmatterrian [pending]
iamrunner5's gift for five-on-a-bike
are-you-sure-its-me-you-see's gift for grim-the-dog
sunnlion's gift for iamrunner5
grim-the-dog's gift for jelashford
runnerfiveready's gift for jogger-five
pixeldinostorytelling's gift for Kelzebub
jelashford's gift for lucky-fallen-angel
qkhilltop's gift for Luckyrunner5
lucky-fallen-angel's gift for pixeldinostorytelling [pending]
jogger-five's gift for qkhilltop
Vfdcatlady's gift for runnerfiveready
snakesartblog's gift for sunnlion
darkmatterrian's gift for snakesartblog
five-on-a-bike's gift for Vfdcatlady
and our not-so-secret santa Tazzy-five' gift for limitlesspilydreamus!
Hello @limitlesspolydreamus !!!! I am your not so secret ZR santa!!! I heard that your Five is having the worst study abroad ever so I wanted to depict that!!!
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Hey @jelashford ! I was your Secret Santa this year! I had a tough time picking between the Doctor Wives and Jamie x Archie (Jarchie?), but went with them in the end because they are so underrated and I love them a lot. I hope you enjoy it, happy holidays!
Happy holidays @qkhilltop - I'm your secret Santa! You said that you liked the doctor girlfriends and Sara, so I've written this fic for you, I really hope you enjoy, and that your festive season is full of laughs, food and some rest!
Contains S4 spoilers (regarding a character, not a mission plot)
~~~
“Close your eyes and hold out your arms, Maxie.”
For anyone else, Maxine would’ve felt a pang of dread surge through her body.
But as she sat in the rickety bed in their shared dorm, she was more than happy to drop the book she was reading (after folding down the top corner of the page to save her space) and do exactly as she was told.
She heard steps coming closer as worn leather boots stepped on the hard floor, and when they stopped, she heard the rustling of clothing.
The clothing made contact with her open palms, slightly scratchy but still warm. And then the clothing was squirming beneath her.
She opened her eyes and immediately laughed at the sight before her.
Their daughter – still being securely held under the arms by Paula – was dressed as a brown Christmas pudding, complete with a massive tulle skirt and a matching hat with a fabric holly leaf sticking out of the top like an antenna.
“Oh, baby,” Maxine took the baby out of Paula’s hold and pulled her to her chest, even as tiny legs kicked against her midsection with glee. “You look beautiful.”
“Doesn’t she?” Paula agreed, eyes brimming with equal measures of adoration and amusement, “Runners Four and Five found it on their supply run for some winter clothes and asked Janine if they could hand it straight to us, since not many citizens could fit in it. Or pull it off as well as our little pudding.”
As if she knew they were saying her praises, Sara let out a stream of babbles, her mouth pressed against Maxine’s red cardigan, leaving a wet mark right on the shoulder.
“My favourite Christmas pudding, by far.” Maxine lifted Sara so she was face to face with her, then mimed eating her stomach, causing more violent kicking feet and loud squeals.
“Remember the first time you tried it?” Paula mused, sitting down next to her partner and hearing a mattress spring twang beneath her.
Maxine grimaced at the memory, “It was so dense! And made of pure alcohol!”
Paula hummed, narrowing her eyes, “I seem to remember that you didn’t mind pure alcohol back in those days.”
“I did when I wasn’t expecting it! And I definitely wasn’t expecting it from a weird little fruit cake that your mother had made!” She argued lightheartedly as she bounced Sara on her lap on instinct as she started to fuss.
“Poor Mama. First, I bring home my new Yank girlfriend with only a couple of hours’ notice, and then, after being so hospitable and feeding her a full dinner, she insults the dessert she’d been slaving over for months leading up to the big day.”
Maxine’s mind flitted back to their first Christmas together as a couple, which was as great as it had been… accidental.
The two had met up after their last shifts, spending the night watching movies together in Maxine’s tiny apartment cuddled on the sofa, never bothering to move over to the bedroom and instead just falling asleep curled up entangled in each other until Maxine’s phone alarm blared at 3am, signalling it was time for her to get ready to head to the airport for her flight home to the States.
After saying a grand goodbye – as if they weren’t going to see each other again in just 14 days – Paula received a call from a slightly panicked and very annoyed Maxine a few hours later, who’s flight had gone from “on time” to “delayed” to “cancelled” due to severe weather.
Neither of them expected the words ‘why don’t you just come to my family’s house?’ to come out of Paula’s mouth, but it was somehow the most practical solution, compared to Maxine sitting alone in her cold London apartment or Paula telling her family that she couldn’t come.
It had been a baptism of fire as Maxine met everyone, answering the same questions repeatedly. ‘Yes, I am Paula’s girlfriend.’ ‘Yes, I’m from America.’ ‘No, I don’t know that person that is also from America, as it is rather big.’
The day was full of traditions that Maxine had never participated in before yet loved all the same. And as the two sat next to each other at the dinner table, hands clasped under the tablecloth, hidden from view, they both had a feeling that it would be the first of many holiday seasons together.
“I got something else,” Paula said, bringing Maxine’s attention back to the present, “Wait here.”
Maxine kissed her daughter’s chubby cheek as Paula hurried out of the room. “What’s your Mama doing, hey?” She whispered, bouncing the girl as they both waited.
When Paula reappeared, there was a wreath of artificial pine branches with four candles around it, all of different sizes due to how much they’d been burned.
Maxine considered the object, “Do you have some news to share?” She asked jovially.
Paula took her place next to Maxine once more, “Sara was Catholic.”
For a split second, she looked at their daughter in her lap, then realised. “I’m… not sure how practicing she was, but yeah. I think so.”
Paula nodded, looking down at the advent wreath, her thumb brushing against the foliage. “She once told me how she used to take her boys to midnight mass, bribing them by saying they could open one present each when they arrived home.”
Maxine chuckled, a pull tugging at her heart as she remembered their fallen friend, “Always the negotiator.”
“I thought,” Paula began quietly, still looking down, “maybe we could pass on a small part of her tradition?”
Maxine moved the baby over to one side to free up an arm, using her hand to cup her partner’s face and tilt her head towards her. “Absolutely. I love that.”
Paula beamed, seemingly relieved, “We’re… still in the first week of advent, aren’t we?”
Maxine thought about her calendar at the hospital where she marked off each day that had passed since she’d been at Abel Township, even though she knew there was a chance it wouldn’t be 100% accurate, “Yeah, I think so.”
Paula shuffled forward to produce a purple lighter from the back pocket of her trousers, the exterior scuffed and scratched. Maxine was tempted to make a joke about her having a secret bad habit but refrained as to not ruin the heartfelt moment.
The advent wreath was placed on top of their bedside table, and – after a few failed attempts to get the lighter to spark - Paula lit one of the candles in silence.
Sara immediately stared at the small flame, her brown eyes wide as saucers as she reached out a hand to try and touch it. Her mothers laughed, Paula instead grabbing her outstretched hand and rubbing her thumb against the soft skin.
“She loves danger,” Paula mused, shaking her head as she joined her girls, cuddling up beside them, “Just like her namesake.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Gee @grim-the-dog , how come your Mom lets you have two A Voice in the Darks?
Seriously, I hope you enjoy it! And once again, thank you to @notforconsumption @delucadarling and everyone else for participating. @zrsecretsanta is one of my favourite things about December!
Happy holidays @snakesartblog! You mentioned loving horror as a genre, which isn't something I usually dabble in, but I had loads of fun making this comic and I hope it's at least a little to your tastes :))
I recently finished S2 so I couldn't include your favorite characters, but Van Ark's experiments on Five seemed perfect for some mild body horror.
Also a huge thank you to the organizers of @zrsecretsanta! Can't wait to see everyone's creations tomorrow!
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Round Up of the Zombies, Run! 2025 Secret Santa! ✨
We hope everyone is having a peaceful festive season!
Thank you everyone who took part - and kudos to the two runners who fell foul of the form but still took part. Their creative resilience is just the sort of panache we expect from Runner Five!
We'd recommend you take a scroll through the links below when you have time to enjoy the range we've got going on. Readying this post on the morning of the 24th, I was already buzzing seeing the early entries.
Here's wishing everyone a safe and happy end to 2025, and looking forward to what 2026 may bring us! ✨
Luckyrunner5's gift for are-you-sure-its-me-you-see [pending]
Kelzebub's gift for darkmatterrian [pending]
iamrunner5's gift for five-on-a-bike
are-you-sure-its-me-you-see's gift for grim-the-dog
sunnlion's gift for iamrunner5
grim-the-dog's gift for jelashford
runnerfiveready's gift for jogger-five
pixeldinostorytelling's gift for Kelzebub
jelashford's gift for lucky-fallen-angel
qkhilltop's gift for Luckyrunner5
lucky-fallen-angel's gift for pixeldinostorytelling
jogger-five's gift for qkhilltop
Vfdcatlady's gift for runnerfiveready
snakesartblog's gift for sunnlion
darkmatterrian's gift for snakesartblog
five-on-a-bike's gift for Vfdcatlady
and from our not-so-secret santas limitlesspolydreamus' gift for tazzy-five and Tazzy-five's gift for limitlesspolydreamus!
Oh no, I can't believe I missed the call for Secret Santas this year! idk how that happened- I've been looking forward to it all year. But I can't wait to see what everyone else does!
So sorry to hear you missed the call!
Hopefully you still enjoy the round-up -- and I'd encourage you to make something festively-ZR regardless.