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Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary: You've always loved Frankie's hands. Even more now that you're married.
Word count: 750 words
Warnings: +18 MDNI, established relationship, fluff, some really not descriptive adult situations
A/N: This came to me this morning as I was walking the dog and contemplating that I have lots of ideas about Frankie and Miss as parents with their kids but not enough about them as a couple. So here we are. I'm not a native speaker, this is unbeta'd, please consider reblogging if you enjoy the story.
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You’ve always loved Frankie’s hands. Admired them even. Strong and competent. Skilled and determined. Capable of fixing any problem. The way they flex with each of his moves. Calloused and rough. Gentle when they need to be.
Only enhanced by the golden band you put on his finger on your wedding day.
It’s forever grabbing your attention, the ties that bind you. Little loops that your heart makes at the thought, little flips in your stomach.
When rays of sunshine catch on the gold, if he’s playing with Cassie in the backyard. Or assembling the swing set. Or figuring out where to dig to plant the new tree you’ve bought together.
When artificial light glints on the band inside. Soothing hand on Mateo has Frankie gently rubs his little back after you’ve fed him. Hand so large it encompasses almost all of the baby’s frame.
You like the feel of the band on his finger whenever you hold hands.
Thumbing the outline, almost absentmindedly, Frankie’s sure of it.
When you’re sitting on the couch watching TV. Just the two of you, kids in bed and he’s got your head on his shoulder, his arm around yours. Fingers dangling that you have to reach up to thread yours with.
When you’re walking down the street or by the water, those evenings you make a point to clear so you can go on dates. Or lunch, when Frankie’s parents drove down for a few days and said they’d watch the kids. Sugar rush but that’s a problem for later.
Nothing beats the strong, secure feel of the warming gold pressed tight into your palm.
Maybe the way it feels against your lips, deep into the night, when it’s all quiet in the house except for Frankie’s grunts in your ear and your muffled moans as he thrusts deep into you. Filling you impossibly well. The perfect fit that you are together.
One sweaty hand gripping your stomach to push you back tighter into him, his chest heavy against you and the golden band that was rubbing your breast now clinking against your teeth when you gasp. The tip of your tongue that still tastes like your husband darting out to taste the metal.
There are times Frankie doesn’t wear his wedding band, for fear of damaging it. If he has to work on engines. He leaves it on the nightstand then.
That’s where you find it, going about your own chores while he’s got his elbows deep under the hood of your car to figure out why it made that funny noise the day before.
It’s not a plain, smooth golden band. It’s got a bit of texture to it, like yours, nestled by your engagement ring.
As you play with it, listening to the sounds of children in their own imaginary world, you find more texture to it. The additions to the inside of the band you’re positive weren’t there when you slipped it on Frankie’s finger that December morning.
This exact date and your name.
The warm wave of appreciation you’ve been experiencing every time you you see Frankie, of simply think about him, surges more completely, floods your entire body.
When Frankie finally emerges from the garage, having fixed whatever the problem was, he’s drying his hands with a dirty rag. It wraps around your neck and draws you for a kiss, that left hand, after you’ve held out your palm out for him to claim the wedding band back.
“I didn’t know you had it engraved,” you whisper in his mouth, Mateo’s running commentary of Papá and Mama are kissing! in the background. Frankie smiles against your lips, brown pool of his eyes so close to yours, all his adoration is stored in them.
“That way I always have you close to me.”
You’re in his heart every second of his life but sometimes, when he’s alone, or his brain tries to play tricks on him, Frankie will take his band off, twirl it between his fingers, look at your name. Focus on it and that settles his mind. Comforts him and grounds him. All that you are and all that you do for him.
“I love you, muffin.”
Another kiss and then a third and a fourth one, fussing from upstairs that Suzy is awake from her nap, Cassie telling her brother to quit pestering her when she’s on her phone. One steady rub of Frankie’s thumb on the nape of your neck, some quiet only for the two of you before responsibilities.
“I love you, too, hermosa.”
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pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
description: joel is older than y/n, but that’s never been a concern of hers until very recently.
warnings: UNEDITED, age gap (legal), swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of ageing, mentions of health issues, mentions of insecurities, angsty, i literally stole the final line from tlou s1e3
words: 2.3K
date posted: 29/03/23
(idk how i feel about this yet, the idea just popped into my head and i wrote it in about an hour and a half so don’t be too mad if its not great!)
Fifty-eight was not old. Y/n had been reassuring Joel of that since they had started dating. Maybe he was older than her, but that had very little to do with the way that she felt about him. 
His age was among his biggest insecurities. He was a man who had lived through and was hardened by the apocalypse, while she was just a child when it happened, and was able to deal with the trauma of the world ending much better due to the fact that she simply couldn’t remember any part of her life from before. The apocalypse had taken a great toll on him, both emotionally and physically. 
Twenty-odd years ago, he was a relatively young man, and a rather fit one at that. As a contractor, his body had developed and hardened from the amounts of physical labour that he was constantly performing, and while he was still physically active after the outbreak, his age made it more difficult to prevent his belly from softening and his joints from weakening. He was less willing to admit that he was insecure about his physical appearance, though he did very little to hide it. In fact, he had batted her away during their first few times having sex when she had tried to unbutton his shirt, instead choosing to stay mostly clothed while she was nearly bare. She did her best to assure him that she was very attracted to him, though it still took quite a bit of coaxing before he was willing to shed his clothes in her presence. 
Her attraction was not phased by his age, in fact, it may have been accelerated by it, though she could not deny the fact that it definitely frightened her. When she first met Joel, she was a bright-eyed twenty-year old who was morbidly turned on by the sexy fifty-year old man next door, and was wildly ignorant to the looming danger when she had started a relationship with him a few years later; the world was not built for long lifespans anymore, and there would come a day when Joel would no longer be there with her. During their early relationship, Joel warned her of exactly that, but she waved him off and promised him that it didn’t scare her.
And it hadn’t, until fairly recently. She was grateful that she, Ellie, and Joel had come across Jackson; she was able to let her guard down, socialise, and thrive in the new community. She and Joel were able to settle into their new home while Ellie set up camp in the garage out back, and they could look forward to actually living rather than basic survival. The lessened worry in her life allowed her to see what was right before her for the first time.
She had comforted Joel before when he complained about the pain in his knees and hands, though she was truly seeing the effects that it was having on him since their arrival in Jackson. Just last week, the man had nearly thrown his back out from laughing a bit too hard at something that Ellie said, and his salt-and-pepper hair seemed to have lightened considerably more. 
She had even noted his lowered libido, having gone from wanting her at least once a day to once or twice a week–though she was certain it wasn’t for a lack of physical attraction on his end, as he had been eager when she began to kiss him, only his body seemed to be working against his wants. That was his greatest insecurity yet, especially since it had begun happening on a more regular basis. He was always quick to apologise, offering to help her out in other ways, though she always assured him that everything was fine, and it was.
Everything was fine, but her fear of that changing was growing exponentially with every physical sign of his ageing. She did her best to hide her concerns, knowing that they would only be proof of his insecurities, and instead made an effort to keep him healthy in a more subtle manner, such as suggesting that he eats less red meat, inviting him on long evening strolls through the town, and forcing him to join her for long bubble baths to soothe his aches and pains. If he had picked up on this, he hadn’t mentioned it, and she could always tell when he did, because he would wave it off or do something ridiculous that would only end up proving her point.
Then came the final straw.
She was working in the gardens with Maria that day, chatting back and forth happily and they worked to tidy up the growing crops. They had become good friends in Y/n’s time in Jackson, bonding over their shared love for the Miller boys. Maria had been rambling, going on about something that Tommy had done to piss her off earlier that week, finishing her story with a shake of her head before she changed the subject.
“Oh, I meant to ask you,” the woman turned her head, “How’s Joel feeling today? Tommy told me about what happened, that’s an awful scare. At his age, chest pain is not something to be taken lightly–not to say that he’s old or unhealthy, but you know how it is.”
Y/n froze, tilting her head at the woman, “Tommy told you…chest pain?”
“He never told you.” Maria’s expression tightened, realising that the younger woman had no idea what she was talking about. She sighed, dropping her tools and turning to face Y/n as she placed her hands on her hips, “Look, I don’t mean to be the one causing issues between you two, but this isn’t something to mess around with. The other day, while Joel and Tommy were out on patrol, Tommy said that Joel suddenly got dizzy, weak, and was complaining about some pain in his chest. Now, in saying that, I know that he’s been to the doctor, and he’s probably got his reasons for not telling you.”
Y/n pursed her lips, face hardening at the sudden burn of tears at her waterline, “Yeah, I’m sure he did. When did you say this was?”
“Earlier this week. Tuesday, I think.”
She shook her head. It was Saturday, meaning that it had been almost an entire week since this happened and Joel had neglected to tell her. Y/n chose not to respond, quickly finishing up her work before bidding Maria goodnight, heading back to her shared house with Joel.
When she arrived, there was no response to her call, but Joel’s coat thrown on the back of the couch betrayed that he was home, and the soft sounds of his guitar coming from the back porch revealed his location. The strumming came to a stop as the backdoor creaked open, his eyes turning to face her with a soft smile.
“Hey, darlin’-” His peaceful expression shifted to one of worry when he took her in own sombre face, “What’s the matter–did something happen?”
She shook her head, shrugging as she leaned against the railing, “I don’t know, did something happen? Because today, when I was with Maria, she seemed awfully concerned about how you were feeling.”
Realisation dawned on his features, his brows furrowing as he moved the guitar out his lap and ran a hand over his face, “Baby, it’s nothin–”
“Don’t do that,” she scowled at him, “don’t tell me it’s nothing when it’s so clearly not nothing. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you worrying about me.”
She scoffed, “Fuck, you did a great job of doing that, didn’t you? What am I supposed to do when I hear from someone else that you had to go to the infirmary almost a week ago because you had chest pain? I mean, really, that’s not something to fuck around with, especially–”
“Especially what?” He challenged, already knowing what she was thinking.
Y/n stopped, debating whether or not she wanted to say it, “Especially at your age.”
He stood up and marched to the other side of the patio and rested his hands on the railing, looking out across the small backyard. Y/n could practically feel the emotions that radiated from him; a mixture of anger, annoyance, embarrassment, and shame. 
She sighed, moving to rest a hand on his back, “Joel, you know I don’t care about your age. I love you, but I need you to start taking care of yourself. This needs to be a wakeup call, I mean, it definitely is for me.”
“Why,” he huffed, “you finally coming to your senses? Finally realising that sooner or later I’m gonna–”
“Please don’t say it,” she whispered, sniffling softly as she rested her forehead in the middle of his back, “Please, please, please.”
Joel scowled, sliding away from her grasp, “About time you start to face reality, darlin’. I’m old, I’ve accepted it. Maybe you should wisen up and go find someone who’s not gonna leave you sooner or later, huh?”
Joel escaped into the house and out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. Y/n let out a shaky breath, moving to sit on the bench where Joel had been when she had gotten home, curling into herself and letting silent tears streak down her cheeks. It was only moments later when she heard her own name being called, Ellie creeping out onto the patio nervously.
Y/n wiped her cheeks, smiling weakly at the girl as she sat next to her, “Hey Jellybean.”
Ellie smiled at the name, having not heard it for a while now. She felt somewhat bad about that, having been a result of her requesting to be treated more like an adult, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I was just over there, so…”
Y/n smiled at the teen, curling her arm around her shoulder affectionately, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…concerned, I guess.”
She nodded, leaning against the older female, “Are you guys gonna be okay?”
Y/n smiled at the child-like question, as if she were asking her parents if they were getting a divorce–which, to be fair, she sort of was, “Yeah, baby. We’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure?”
The uncertainty in Ellie’s voice caused her breath to catch in her throat, finally thinking over the fight. Were they okay? Maybe you should wisen up and go find someone who’s not gonna be leaving you sooner or later. Those words in themselves felt like a knife driving into her gut–was that him ending things? She had dealt with Joel’s insecurities before, but he had never blatantly told her to leave him behind, nor has he ever explicitly pointed out that he would probably die long before her. Before she could even finish her thought, her head fell forward and a loud sob escaped from her throat. 
Ellie was quick to pull her into a hug, awkwardly trying to soothe her as she wept into her shoulder. She listened to her ramble on, struggling to understand everything that she was saying, frowning to herself as she made a mental note to go after Joel the moment that she felt comfortable enough to leave Y/n to herself.
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Y/n’s eyes fluttered open as she felt the mattress shift beneath her. Her foggy vision took in her side of the room, dimly lit by the lamp on her bedside table before she glanced over her shoulder, finding Joel’s back as he leaned down to untie his boots. His back cracked as he straightened up, reminding her of their fight, though she was feeling more confident that he hadn’t broken up with her considering that he had come to bed with her. 
She reached out tiredly, fingers brushing over his back as she murmured his name. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge her, but he didn’t entirely face her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse from crying, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know,” he sighed, finally twisting his body to sit sideways on the mattress. His own face showed signs of stress, and his eyes were rimmed with red, “I know, baby. I’m sorry too.”
Joel apologising was no small feat, that much she knew. Normally when they fought, he would give a simple you were right and do something nice for her, but it was very rare for him to actually apologise.
“It’s just…” she pushed herself to sit up, “I know you don’t like to think about this, but it’s really scary for me. I’m not stupid, I know you’re older than me and I know that there’s no stopping the inevitable–” she choked, “but I won’t apologise for trying to prolong it as much as possible.”
He dropped his head, “I know, I’m scared too. Just the thought of leaving you here all on your own…”
She crawled across the bed, smoothly working her way onto his lap and engulfing him in a tight hug. The weight of his arms around her pulled yet another sob out of her throat. His large hands found purchase on her back, sliding up and down her spine as his chest shook with his own tears. 
She pulled her head out of his neck, staring up at him with large, teary eyes. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, forcing him to meet her eyes, “Please let me help you. I’m not ashamed of you or your age, but I don’t know how I’m gonna live without you, so please tell me next time.”
He nodded, “I’m sorry. For not tellin’ you, and for being so fuckin’ old.”
“I like you older,” she snorted, fingers stroking along his furry jawline, “it means you’re still here.”
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Hi can you do anything that’s pre-outbreak of Joel and reader anniversary. It can be smut but the beginning can be Joel and Sarah planning the anniversary! I love their relationship so much
Happy Anniversary?
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pairing – pre-outbreak!joel x reader
word count – 11.6k (this was supposed to be short and sweet... what happened...)
warnings – slight injuries, hospital scene but nothing major, cute smut (18+)
a/n – some more cute domestic joel stuff 🥺 with some smut hehe 😬 thank you for the request <3 I hope you like what I made with it ˙ᵕ˙ also just want to quickly take the time and thank you guys for all the love on my previous joel work, you actually made my app crash 😅🤭
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After Sarah had finished her homework at the Adler's place, she ran home and hopped onto the couch to enjoy some child-friendly TV - being stuck in a house with only people over sixty wasn't really her favourite way of spending her free time.
It didn't surprise her when her dad wasn't home at six. It also didn't surprise her when he wasn't there yet at seven. Around eight in the afternoon though, she started to wonder. The only way she could reach him was the landline, so she leaned over the armrest of the sofa to get a hold of the phone before dialling the number her father had made her know by heart back in kindergarten. It didn't even ring. The robot's voice immediately let her know that he was unavailable. With scrunched eyebrows and her lips pressed together in a tight line, she leaned back into the cushions.
There was one other person that would probably know where he was. You. Another number Joel had asked her to learn once he had noticed that things were getting serious between the two of you. The girl didn't need to wait for long before the familiar tone of your voice rang through her eyes.
"Hello?" Of course, you had the number of Joel's landline saved in your phone, but you didn't know who of the Miller household was calling.
"Hi, Y/N!"
"Oh, Sarah, hey! How are you?"
Sarah smiled, just like she always did whenever she got to talk to you. The relationship the two of you had built up over the past one and a half years she had known you, was something very special. Not only did she love the connection you, from one woman to another, but she truly felt like you had a close friendship she wouldn't want to give up. Ever.
"I'm good, thanks, how are you?"
You sighed, "Good… now that I'm home."
"Adult work isn't getting any more exciting?" She joked, making you chuckle.
"Exactly." A second of silence passed before you noticed nothing coming from her side. "Are you okay?"
Sarah made herself more comfortable on the couch, "Yeah yeah, sorry for calling you so suddenly-"
"Don't worry, sweetie, trust me, hearing you right now has been the best part of the entire day."
Your comment made her grin even wider, "Well I'm happy to make your day better," to which you both giggled. "I was just wondering if you've heard anything from dad. Did he say he has to work late today?"
You let her question register in your brain before you went through the conversation you had with Joel last night since you haven't heard from today yet. "Ehm… no, I don't think he said anything about that. Isn't he home yet?"
Sarah shook her head before realising, you can't see her, "No, so I kinda thought, maybe he's still at work, but… now I don't know."
"Maybe something came up-"
"He isn't picking up." That made you go quiet. "I tried calling him, and it just went straight to his voicemail."
You bit your lip. Oh, God. You knew the stress of a parent not being at home at the usual time just all too well, remembering all the times it had happened to you as a kid and you immediately thought of the worst-case scenario.
"What about Tommy?" You suggested.
The girl was just about to open her mouth and answer when the front door opened. Her head snapped to her left, eyes immediately on the familiar figure of her father entering the room.
"Wow…" she breathed out.
"What? What is it?" You hastily wondered.
"Speaking of the devil," you could hear the slight annoyance in her voice, "Guess who just walked through the door?" Joel sent her a questioning look as he walked further into the living room, throwing himself onto the couch, right next to his daughter.
You couldn't help but chuckle, "Hm… maybe your father, who once again decided to work longer and not tell us about it?"
"Bingo," she grinned before turning to the man and shaking her head with a frown on her face.
A breath of relief fell from your lips as you got up from your position on one of the armchairs in your living room, "Well then, mystery solved. You better interrogate the heck out of him."
"Without you?" She gasped.
"Oh, trust me, he'll get a good talking-to from me tomorrow." Your answer received a grin from the girl, followed by a subtle devilish giggle.
"Good. Thank you for actually picking up your phone, unlike some other people here." Her comment was clearly directed to her father, earning her a soft shove to her upper arm, making her grin.
You smiled, "Anytime, sweetie. I guess I have to go back to my boring life now. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yep!" The happiness and excitement radiated off that little girl, lightning up the sparkle in her eyes at the mention of the following day. "See ya! Good night, Y/N."
"Good night, Sarah."
The youngest Miller placed the phone back on the side table, before turning to the oldest one, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She cleared her throat, "What do you have to say in your defence, Sir?" Her eyes followed his movements as he leaned back into the sofa with a groan, running a hand over his face.
"I forgot to tell you-"
"Oh, you don't say!" She quickly exclaimed, interrupting Joel, receiving a warning glance from him, making her sulk back into the cushions.
"So as I was saying," he glanced at her, "I'm sorry that I forgot to tell you that I'd be in town after work. And I forgot to charge my phone."
Sarah scrunched her eyebrows, "What were you doing in town?"
Joel groaned, getting up to look for some food in the kitchen, "I wanted to get something for Y/N for tomorrow."
His answer made the girl laugh out loud as she got up to join him in the other room, sitting down at the dining table, "Are you serious?"
He looked up at her from his crouched position as he was trying to find something to eat in the fridge. "What?"
His daughter shook her head, "You're looking for an anniversary gift one day before your anniversary?"
Joel took out the container holding dinner from two days ago, grinning when it reminded him of you. Always making sure there was food in the house he lived in. You cared for him. And his daughter. "I've been thinking about what to get her for a few days, alright? But I haven't had the time to actually go and look for it," he defended himself, but it didn't get the look off the girl's face.
"And what did you find?"
He sighed, "Nothing. That's the problem."
"What are you gonna do now?"
"I have no idea…" Sarah could tell how exhausted he must be with the heavy breath leaving his lips. But the fact that he truly cared about getting you something special made her ecstatic. "You hungry?" Her father wondered, getting a shake of her head in response,
"I ate earlier." She shot up from her seat and skipped over into the kitchen, "So?! What are you gonna do?" Leaning on the counter, eyeing her dad suspiciously as he took a bite of the cold food with a fork. That also earned him a weird look from her, but he just wanted to get something into his stomach, not caring about the temperature - your cooking was gourmet to him in any way.
"I don't know," he answered, shrugging, "I can't believe I'm so fucking bad at giving gifts." Sarah ignored the swear word, blaming his fatigue, and didn't remind him of the swear jar you and her had brought into the house two months earlier.
"What did you gift her last year?" Tomorrow would be your second anniversary together. Two full years of being an official couple. While Joel was a romantic gentleman in every way possible, buying you flowers 'just 'cause', calling you sometimes multiple times a day 'just to hear your voice', keeping you in the house over the weekends and sometimes overnight during the week 'because he could never spend too much time with you', he still was a horrible gift giver - a fact no one could deny. But more of a problem was your inability of receiving gifts. Because you hated it. You loved giving, hated receiving - not in all parts of life though. Especially not with Joel.
Though, whenever he had asked you what you wanted for your anniversary, birthday, or even International Woman's Day, he got the same answer each time: "I don't want anything." The truth was, you truly didn't. You've never been a big fan of material things, rather finding the thought behind something and a small gesture much more meaningful and loving. All the 'little' things your partner would do for you were enough - opening doors, carrying you whenever your feet hurt and taking you out for dinner on random days, were just a few of them. Yes, it may be the bare minimum, but still a rare minimum.
A rare minimum you had never been blessed with, with any of your past boyfriends. All until you met Joel and found out what it was like to have a true man by your side.
"That necklace you told me she'd like," he reminded her, brushing a hand over the wild curls he adored so much.
Sarah nodded with an open mouth, "Aaah, right right, I remember. She really did like that." They both nodded in sync. "But do you know what she loved even more?" Making the oldest Miller's head perk up,
"What?"
His daughter grinned at him, "The poster I made for you guys."
"True," he couldn't help but copy her facial expression, "She did like that a lot."
"She LOVED it!" Sarah shouted out, hitting her palms on the top of the counter, "She almost cried when she saw it," followed by giving her father a side-eye look, "She only said thanks to your gift, but was brought to tears because of mine."
Joel glanced at her, one eyebrow raised, "What are you tryna tell me?"
"Y/N loves me more than you," she flipped an invisible strand of hair to underline her comment.
The older man smiled, "Sure."
"Buuut," she dragged out the word, leaning over to steal a piece of broccoli from the container Joel was eating out of, "I also think that she would just appreciate self-made stuff more than things you can buy."
He stopped for a second to think before nodding his head, "So you're suggesting that I what? Build something?" Sarah nodded. "And what exactly?"
"Man, what do I know… You're the contractor here, think of something." But all he could do was sigh. He was in fact the contractor, but what the hell had that something to do with anything. The man put the food to the side to make some space and place his elbows on the counter, shoving his face into his two palms, groaning out loud.
The daughter of the family stood by his side, staring at him in amusement, finding this situation much funnier than her dad. With a chuckle, she passed him placing a somewhat comforting hand on his back.
"You're a lousy gift giver." Her comment though was anything but comforting.
He straightened his back to glare down at the girl, "Thanks." But it just got a giggle out of her.
After a quick glance around the room, the idea she had been holding in, as it was supposed to stay a secret present from her to the couple, came back up into her brain. "We could bake something for her."
That caught his attention. Joel didn't hate the idea. He definitely didn't. Your sweet tooth was known to the family, added to your appreciation and love for self-made gifts turned it into the perfect present.
"We?"
Sarah scoffed, "You really think I'd trust you with baking a cake?"
"Hey," he took her statement as an offence, "I'm doing very well in the kitchen." He didn't even believe that himself.
"Pff," she patted his back once again, "Sure, dad. Sure."
"I'm a great cook, alright?" he took it one step further, but his daughter was having none of it, giggling at him while shaking her head,
"You're an okay cook and a terrible baker."
He took the last bite of what was left in the plastic box before moving to put it into the dishwasher. "You can't be serious right now…"
Moments like these were Sarah's favourite. Watching her dad get all rilled up just never failed to make her chuckle. Joel enjoyed it just as much. The happiness radiating off her, with a beautiful and bright smile decorating her face, was a sight he never wanted to lose. "Uncle Tommy's a better baker than you," she quickly added before sliding past him to find the fitting cookbook on the shelf in the living room.
Joel's head shot into her direction, a finger pointing at her before she disappeared, "You take that back!" Her high-pitched giggles filled his ears with love and joy.
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Sarah's feet were dangling off the counter while she was snacking on some of the sprinkles she wanted to put on the cake, along with taste-testing the pink sugar writing. Her father was preparing the frosting, every now and then checking on the cake in the oven, making sure it wouldn't burn because that was the last thing he needed.
They were sharing a few moments of comfortable silence in the room, whereas the girl's mind was filled with questions, daring to slip out any second as she didn't want to hold them back for much longer.
"So, Y/N's coming over tomorrow?"
Joel nodded with a whisk in the bowl, covered in blue-greenish frosting Sarah had coloured, "Yeah, I'm picking her up from work, and I'd bring her here," he looked up, "If that's okay with you."
"Of course," his daughter chuckled, putting the sprinkles down, freeing her hands so she could place them on the counter. She puckered her lips, thinking carefully about her next question. As much as she thought of a way to introduce the subject, she couldn't think of one, so she just jumped into the cold water.
"Do you wanna marry Y/N?" The words made Joel stop in his tracks, his eyes shot up to meet hers.
He sent her a questioning glance, "W-Where's that coming from?"
She shrugged, "I was just thinking. You know… you've been together for two years… and you seem quite happy-"
"We are," he assured her.
"And isn't that when adults start thinking about getting married?"
He stood up straighter to lean onto the counter, crossing his arms, leaving the work on the frosting on the side for a bit. "Aren't you a little too young to be thinking about marriage?"
"For me? Yeah," she scoffed, "Because boys? Disgusting," getting a proud smirk for father as a response, "But I mean for you two… I don't know… I was just wondering."
Joel sighed, getting back to work, "Well… I mean, you ain't wrong, sweetheart. But there's a lot of things you need to do before you get married or even think about proposing."
"Like moving in?"
"Sure," he nodded, "Some couples move in before they get married. It's not the traditional way, but we as know, traditional is boring." She copied his head movements with a grin plastered on her face.
"Then why not ask her?" Sarah tilted her head and raised her eyebrows as soon as she locked eyes with the oldest Miller again.
"What do you mean?"
"Ask her to move in."
Joel chuckled in surprise, the spit in his throat almost making him joke, "You sure have some interesting suggestions today, kiddo. You alright? Do I have to be worried?" His facial expression made her laugh out loud as she nudged him with her foot, making him squirm away jokingly.
"Nooo, dad! I'm just saying," she motioned around with her hands,
"You've been together for a while… and… she's already spending every weekend here and sometimes comes over during the week. She makes sure we eat," Joel nodded along with all of the things his daughter was listing, "She takes care of me and you, she already has some of her stuff in your drawer-"
"How do you know about that?" She grinned sheepishly at him, "I saw it when I went through your stuff…"
The father took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, "Alright… how about we don't do that anymore?" Eyeing the little girl sitting on the counter to his left, but she just shrugged,
"You said we shouldn't keep any secrets from each other."
He sighed. Fuck. She wasn't wrong. "You're right… I did say that." Goddamn, always smarter than any other adult in the room. That was his little Sarah.
"So, are you gonna ask her?"
After tasting the frosting and checking its consistency, he gave the girl the whisk, just like he saw you doing it multiple times before. She accepted it with a bright smile.
Joel enjoyed having conversations like these. Obviously, he understood that she was still a kid, and he would never deny her of her innocent mind and easy-going-with-the-wind mindset, but he also appreciated the slightly more adult talks they could share. That's why he was more than happy to explain it to her.
"It's not as easy as you think it is, kiddo. Y/N still has an apartment, we'd have to put that on the market. Then there's a lot of document stuff we'd have to get-"
"I asked her," she caught his attention when he came back up to stand up straight from looking at the cake through the oven window.
"What?"
"I asked her if she would like to move in with us. Not like actually, but just, you know, the idea of it."
Now Joel became interested. Of course, the two of you had had the conversation about a shared home before, but every couple had that at some point in their relationship. Hearing what you'd think about the idea now would have maybe changed. Now it was more relevant than ever, apparently.
"And," he looked down at his fingers, "What did she say?"
Sarah smirked, "She said the same thing as you just did. So really a match made in heaven," and rolled her eyes jokingly, "But she also said that she'd really like the idea… if I was okay with it."
"And? Are you- I-I mean, would you?"
"Of course! Are you kidding me?! I love that woman so much, probably even more than you-"
"I doubt that."
"I don't," she stated straightforwardly, "And you're happy when you're with her, and you make her happy. What more you could want? AND thanks to her, the weekends aren't so boring anymore."
"What was wrong with the weekends before?" He was slightly taken aback by her comment, unsure if it was meant ironically or not. But then again, he was probably overthinking a lot at that moment.
Sarah smiled, "Don't get me wrong, dad. I loved the weekends with you and uncle Tommy, but having another woman in the house is just…" She shrugged, unsure of how to explain just how comfortable you made her feel. Joel and her were open about a lot of things, but Joel was… well, he was your typical single Texanian-dad, that didn't know what to do in certain female-focused situations - let's just put it like that.
Having conversations from woman to woman was something the father appreciated very much when it came to what you brought along when getting to know his kid. And the girl was happier than ever, being finally able to talk to an older person about certain struggles she might encounter that were still slightly too embarrassing to discuss with her dad.
"It's different, I know. I understand," he smiled at her.
"It's good different though," she nodded, "I really like her."
"And you'd be okay with her living here?" He finally asked. Sarah was the reason for his still-intact heartbeat. The only thing having kept him alive so far. Now you had also joined to share that position, but he was still his blood, and you'd never even try to get in between that.
"More than okay," she exclaimed, "I'd be SO happy to have her here constantly. I'd finally have my joined force against you."
Joel squinted his eyes at her, "Because Tommy isn't enough already?" Receiving a smug smile in return.
He shook his head with a chuckle when the timer went off, indicating that the cake was finally done. Sarah hopped off the counter to stand back on her two feet when her father leaned down to get the cake out of the oven and placed it on the stove.
"You know," he threw the dishtowel he used to not burn his hand to the side before turning to face the girl, "You might be a bit too smart for a kid your age."
The youngest Miller crossed her arms proudly, holding her chin up high, "Thanks, I got it from my uncle." That just made Joel look at her in surprise, almost making her laugh out loud.
He put on his low dad voice, "You got that from your father, thank you very much."
She dropped her hands, "Whatever," and moved a bit closer to stand right next to him, "So can I trust you to ask her tomorrow?"
"Yes," he promised her, "I will ask her tomorrow." To which she started bouncing up and down, her body full of excitement, making Joel chuckle and pull her in for a side hug and gift her a kiss on the top of her head.
She clapped her hands, "Now, let's start decorating."
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You were running -scratch that - Sprinting through the hospital corridors, desperately trying to find the info point a nurse had told you to go to.
You had never crossed town at the speed you just did. Once the message from the other side of the call registered in your brain, you dropped everything at work, ignored the calls from your boss, just shouted a quick, "Family emergency," and raced to catch the next possible bus.
With a big breath shooting out of your lungs, you came to a halt once you came to sight with the hotspot you were looking for. You braced yourself up with your palm, trying to catch your breath before you spoke up, "Hi, sorry, I'm looking for Joel Miller. He's supposed to be in a check-up room."
The nurse looked up at you, surprised by the sound of urgency in your voice. She was quick to type the name into her system, but it felt like hours for you. Your legs were nervously shaking, barely able to hold you up anymore.
She opened her mouth, making you stare at her, eyes widened, "Room 293, down the hall on the right." You were just about to thank her and continue your race but she continued, "He's just got done with the medical exam, but I'd ask you to please wait outside until a doctor comes and approves of him accepting visitors."
Fuck that. You muttered a quick thanks before your legs took you where she explained the room would be.
If they really thought you'd wait for a fucking doctor to allow you to see your boyfriend you expected to be in the worst possible condition, they were wrong. Very wrong.
Hectically, your eyes scanned each number plate on the side of the doors as you tried to find the right one.
290… 291… 292… 293! A sigh of relief washed over you. You got closer to the door, glancing to the left and right, just to make sure there was no one that could see you walk in before you knocked three times. A quiet, "Yeah?" rang through your ears and you didn't wait for another second to open the door.
Your eyes immediately fell to the man sitting on the examining bed. He was alive. At least he looked like it.
"Y/N?"
Out of breath, you tried to speak, "Joel… w-what the fuck?!" He couldn't even open his mouth. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?What the- what the hell happened to you?!" You got closer to him, your fingers coming up to gently touch his chin, turning his head to look at the small scraps next to his eyes. You noticed the bandage on his forehead, guessing he must've gotten stitches there, only making you sigh again.
Joel got a hold of your hands, holding them close to his chest as he tried to calm you down, "Sweetheart… I'm okay," he brushed some wild hairs that were covering your face, to the side, "I'm alright."
"No," you shook your head, already feeling your throat close up, "Look at you."
"This is nothing, I promise."
While his right hand held onto yours tightly, the palm of his left one ran up and down your lower arm. You shrugged out of his grasp to hide your face behind your hands as soon as you could feel the first tears rolling down your cheeks. Your fingers pressed into your eyes.
"You scared the shit of out me," your voice was not much more than a whisper, but the room was quiet, so Joel was able to hear you clearly. He pushed himself off the bed, standing up in front of you to engulf you in a warm hug when he noticed your brittle voice and your whole body shaking.
His low voice tried to calm down your soft cries as he pressed your head into his chest, ignoring the slight pain in his ribs, remembering the big bruise that was forming there. "I'm sorry, darlin'," he whispered, "I'm sorry. But I'm okay. I promise." He moved his hands from brushing over your back to cupping your cheeks, his thumbs caressing your skin, wiping away the wet stains your tears left. "I'm alive," he grinned at you, but you just shook your head.
"You're a fucking idiot, Miller," pushing a finger into his chest, getting a subtle groan out of him, making you flinch back immediately, "What?" Your eyes hastily ran over his body, "You're hurt there too."
You tried to push his shirt up, but he stopped you, placing his hands on top of yours, "No no, don't worry. Just hurts a little."
You couldn't help but to sigh again. That man was going to be the death of you. With a few steps back, you distanced yourself from him, sitting down in one of the chairs by the desk across from the bed. Carefully, Joel sat back on top of the bed. Your eyes scanned his form as you noticed the hiss he was trying to hold back, his lips pressed together tightly.
You shook your head and closed your eyes, lowering your head.
"Did Tommy call you?"
You scoffed, "Obviously."
"Did you call Sarah?" To which you motioned a 'no' to him.
"You don't need two women in your life to have a heart attack," you explained, "And I didn't know what to tell her. Tommy just said there was an accident on the construction site, and you're in the hospital. I didn't even let him finish, I sprinted out of the office." Your story made him chuckle, but he noticed your still anxious and tense body.
"He brought me here just to make sure everything was alright. I wasn't hurt badly. No one was."
You looked up to meet his eye, "Joel, you got stitches!"
He shrugged, "Not the first time, not the last time."
"Why would you say that?!" You stared at him unamused, your mouth open. Taking a deep breath in, your hand brushed through your hair while you let your eyes travel around the room. You hated hospitals. You had yet to have a positive experience in one of these buildings. The silence that overcame the room was choking. But you weren't in the mood to say anything else, nor did you know what to even say, and Joel could read you like the back of his hand. He knew he scared you. He hated it, so he was the first to break the stillness.
"Happy Anniversary."
You raised your head, finding him grinning at you shyly, making you shake your head, "Don't. This isn't funny." He nodded, understanding what was going on in your head. Another moment of silence filled the room.
"I'm sorry. I know this isn't the way you expected to spend our anniver-"
"I couldn't care less about the anniversary, Joel!" You exclaimed in frustration, "I- I thought you were-," you stopped before you could get choked up again, not even wanting to dare to say out loud what was going on in your head when you answered Tommy's phone call. "God knows what could've happened to you!"
"Come 'ere," he nodded you over, but you shook your head,
"Joel-" you were stopped by the motion of his hand for you to come closer. The man was already hurt, you didn't have to add to that. With a sigh, you stood up, leaving your bag on the chair next to you, before walking up to him again. The oldest Miller leaned forward to grasp your hand and pulled you closer, even getting a soft smile out of you.
His hand rested on your hips as you stood between his legs while you intertwined your fingers behind his neck.
"I'm sorry for scaring you, darlin'. I promise I'll be more careful."
"You better," your finger slid through his hair as you noticed the look in his eyes while he was staring at you. His right hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you down to finally do what he had been wanting to do all day. His lips moved against yours as you could feel him smirking before he pulled back slightly.
"I'll make it up to you tonight." You looked into his eyes in confusion, but only for a second before you moved your head back with a gasp.
"Joel!" You smacked his shoulders gently, "You're sitting on fucking a hospital bed, how could you think about sex right now?" He just continued grinning, his hands moving all over your body, keeping his eyes on yours, "How could I not with you in front of me."
A chuckle escaped from your lips followed by a shake of your head, "You're unbelievable." You got pulled closer again, his lips smashing against yours.
"Unbelievably in love with you." Earning himself a giggle and a quick peck from you.
Your fingers softly grazed the skin of his cheek, careful not to touch any of his injuries as you smiled, "Happy Anniversary, Joel." He couldn't help but to copy your facial expression, keeping you as close to him as he possibly could.
-
You drove the two of you home after the oldest Miller had gotten released from the hospital, and Tommy had already made his way back to his place. Joel was definitely moving slightly more carefully, but he assured you he was a-okay - you didn't fully believe it, but it wasn't worth a discussion.
After parking the car in the garage, you made your way into the house through the backdoor. Joel opened it for you to walk in first, just like he always did. You gave him a quick, "thank you," and stepped in before you stopped in your tracks, a high-pitched voice surprising you with a loud,
"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Your hand flew up to your chest, your breathing quickening as you took in the scene in front of you. Sarah was beaming at you with her bright smile, a pink poster with big letters staring directly at you.
You started laughing, "God, you scared me, kid."
Joel stopped behind you, laughing at the sight. She ignored your exclaim, running up to wrap her arms around your torso, making you do the same around her shoulders. You pulled her in, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "You really are just the cutest," pulling back to look at her, petting her cheek, "Thank you, sweetie."
She gave you another quick grin before moving on to her father, doing the same to congratulate him, when she noticed the cuts on his face.
"What the heck happened to you?"
Joel shrugged, a hand brushing over her hair, "Just a little accident at work. Nothing to worry about."
You moved further into the house, placing your bag on one of the dining chairs. Your eyes took in the room, holding their gaze once again on the poster Sarah had clearly self-made. She had placed it on top of the table before she had rushed over to the two of you, so you were able to run your fingers over the little stones and glitter patches she had glued on. You remembered the sign you had gotten from her last year.
"You outdid yourself this year, Sarah," you turned to her when you noticed she had come to stand next to you, "It's so cute."
"Thanks," she radiated her happiness on you. "And look!" She skipped into the kitchen, making your gaze follow her when she pointed to the counter when you saw what got her so excited.
You started giggling. On the countertop sat a turquoise-coloured cake, with white frosting details on the side on pink hearts decorating the top of it.
"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, "Awww, did you do that yourself?"
She shrugged with a smile, "Dad helped me." To which Joel got closer to you two, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion,
"I thought you helped me." His arm snaked around your waist.
"Well," she answered him, "You thought wrong," sending him a sheepish grin that made you chuckle.
You opened your arms to get her into another hug, tightening your arms around her just a little tighter than before, "Well, I appreciate it a lot. Thank you, sweetie. I love it." Your eyes may have gotten a little glassy, but you were able to hold it back, not wanting to surprise them with a gush of happiness.
Joel next to you cleared his throat, gaining all the attention of the room. You released Sarah from your grasped and wrapped your arms around your partner's waist. "And thank you to you too, of course," smiling up at him as he looked down. You puckered your lips, making him smirk and lower his head to meet your mouth, giving you a quick peck.
Sarah interrupted your small moment of love when she called out, "Okay, let's eat!"
All three of you followed her orders and sat down around the dining table after grabbing plates, forks, and a knife to cut the cake. While your eyes were on Joel, who was giving each one of you a good slice, you also noticed the little girl next in the middle of the two of you, happily clapping drumming her hands on the surface, that smile of hers never leaving her face.
It was in moments like these when you truly thought to yourself what you could have possibly done in your past life to deserve people like them in your life. A boyfriend that would carry you to the ends of the world, in whose arms you felt safer than anywhere else, along with a wonderful daughter that looked at you as if you were the reason for the stars lighting up the sky.
You enjoyed the sweet dinner, easily falling into a comfortable conversation like you usually would. Sarah told you about her good day of school, bragging about the grade she had gotten on her chemistry exam, earning her a round of applause from you and a kiss on her cheek from her father. Joel and you talked about your workdays, leaving out the time you had spent in the hospital. He was fine, that's all you cared about.
After the meal, you brought all the dirty dishes into the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher, Joel placed the cake back into the fridge, and Sarah was put in charge of choosing a movie to let the evening come to an end.
Her choice fell on Jurassic Park, knowing how much the oldest in the house loved the movie, and after getting a nod of approval from you, she put it into the DVD player, telling you to hurry up and join her on the couch.
Joel and you sat down on either side of her before the girl made herself comfortable and laid her head on your lap while resting her legs on her father's. Automatically, your hands found their way to her head, brushing through her unruly hair you always complimented.
This position allowed Joel to come just a little bit closer, lifting his daughter's legs to slide over to you, pulling your head to lean on his shoulder and copying your actions to start patting your head as well. Not even forty minutes later, the soft snores and even breaths from the little girl accompanied the sounds coming from the TV. You looked down with a chuckle.
"What?" Joel wondered, "Did she fall asleep?"
"Yeah," you smiled, eyeing him suspiciously once he stood up with a groan,
"Finally." He crouched down slightly, moving one arm underneath Sarah's knees, while his other one steadied her neck. He straightened his back and pointed a finger at you, "You stay here. I still have something to make up to you."
Getting a giggle out of you, "Joel!"
"I mean it!" He shout-whispered at you before disappearing upstairs.
You brought your knees up, hugging them to your body when you remembered the little gift that was still hidden in your bag. With a soft huff, you pushed yourself off the sofa and walked over to the dining room the snatch your bag off the chair.
"Darlin', where- oh, there you are," Joel found you with your back turned towards him, rummaging through your back when he crept up on you and placed his hands on your hips once he got close enough. His lips immediately latched onto your neck, peppering it with kisses, making you giggle.
"Stooop," you laughed, leaning back into his chest.
"What are you doing?" He wondered as you turned around, your hands hidden behind your back.
You grinned up at him, "I've got something for you."
"You do?" His eyebrows shot up, "Why? Having you here is already enough," he didn't even wait for a response from you, just saw you rolling your eyes, making him chuckle as he pulled you in for a quick kiss.
You were first to retrieve back, receiving a low whine from him in return, to which you shook your head with a smile. "May I give you your gift now?"
Joel stood up straighter and put his hands out, palm up, in front of you, closing his eyes along the process. Without wasting another second, you placed the little box into his grasp. He opened his eyes again, looking suspiciously at the packaging, shaking it slightly,
"What is it?"
"You really expect me to tell you instead of just opening it?"
He smiled, "Alright, alright."
You could hardly contain your excitement as he ripped the paper off the box, throwing it onto the table behind you. As soon as Joel opened it, his eyes shot up to find you grinning right at him.
"Darlin'…"
"Sarah told me you've been looking for one," you explained, "But she also said that you never take the time to go downtown and look for one. So, I thought, I'd just save you the stress."
His fingers ran across the rounded edges of the watch in the box. It looked expensive, that's for sure.
"You didn't have to do that, sweetheart," he spoke quietly, still in awe of the present worth so much more than just money in his hands.
You shrugged, "I know, but I wanted to."
Joel took it out of its packaging, putting that to the side as well before wrapping it around his wrist. Your fingers came to help, closing the little buckle so it fit him perfectly.
He couldn't take his eyes off the watch, "Thank you, darlin'," but you were a much better sight to him, "I love it," so he pulled you in again, "I ain't never taking that off ever again."
Your hands found their usual place on the back of his neck again as you kissed him back, whispering against his lips, "I'm glad you like it. Happy anniversary."
"Happy anniversary," he mumbled back, giving you a peck before sliding out of your embrace, "Well, I guess it's time for me to give you your present now?"
"Joel," you whined, "I told you, I don't-"
His hand stopped you before he exited the kitchen and came back only seconds later, his hand in a tight fist. You waited patiently for him to open his mouth again, even though you were anything but that.
He stopped in front of you, raised his arm and let what he was holding drop down while holding onto what looked like a key ring.
"What is it?" You reached out to grab it, laying it flat against your palm to analyse it. A key. Attached to a pendant representing three figures, a figure that was supposed to be a man, next to a woman, who then again stood next to the same figure just in small.
"They key to my heart?" He jokingly answered, making it sound more like a question, making you look up.
"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes. Always the romantic…
Joel took a deep breath before clearing his throat, "I mean… I guess it kinda is, but ehm… it's a housekey." You had to tear your eyes away from the object in your hands once again once your brain registered what he had just said.
"What?"
"So," he started explaining, his hands immediately on your hips again, "I was racking my brain over what I could give you today. But I just couldn't think of anything. Because honestly… I didn't think there was anything in this world that I could buy you, that would show you just how much you mean to me."
"Don't make me cry," you quickly intervened, making him chuckle as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek,
"I'll try," and put a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yesterday Sarah, the way too smart for her own good kid, that she is," the description made you smile, "got the idea of baking something for you because she said you value that a lot more than bought stuff." He had to take another deep breath before continuing, "And then while we were preparing the cake… you know her, she started asking all those questions until we landed on the whole moving-in thing." Throughout the whole speech, you listened attentively to your partner, keeping your eyes on him the entire time even while his drifted around the room. "Since you already spent the weekends with us and are here every now and then during the week, she asked me why you're not living with us yet."
"And your answer was?" A smug smile made its way onto your lips.
"Do you want the truth or what I told her?"
"The truth, please."
Joel's eyes followed his hands as they ran up and down your sides, "That her dad hasn't had the balls yet to ask his girlfriend." You shyly looked down back to your hands. At the little charm.
He noticed where your attention was and pointed at it, "Sarah picked that up today after school." Of course, she did… You could feel the tears coming back up. God, that girl was just too pure for the world…
"So?" His voice made you meet his eyes again, "What do you say? Can you handle three Millers under one roof?"
You pretended to think, playing with the lips he so desperately wanted to feel on his again, "It won't be easy."
He grinned, "That's not a no." You dropped the key onto the table behind you before your hands went back around his neck, pulling him in close enough for your lips to almost touch. You could feel his grip on your hips tighten.
The corners of your lips curled up, "That's because it's a yes," pecking his lips, "I'll take good care of you."
His left hand travelled to your lower back, "And we'll take good care of you too," he repeated giving you multiple little kisses, making you laugh. Oh, God how much he loved that sound. And now he would be able to hear that every single day. "Now, how about I stick true to that promise I made earlier?"
You nodded, breathing against each other's mouths, "Yeah, please do." And he didn't need to be told twice.
With one swift move, you were put onto the table, before he situated himself between your legs. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you as close as possible. You moved yourself slightly forward, letting a moan escape from your lips when you felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip.
Opening your mouth wider, gave him the opportunity to slip in, earning a deep groan from the man in front of you. Your fingers started playing with the hem of his shirt, signalling for him to pull back and pull it up as you helped him along with it, dragging him onto you the moment it came off - eyes immediately on the dark bruise forming on his ribs.
"Joel…," you gasped, reaching out to touch the dark spot, but he got a hold of your hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips,
"It's nothin', darlin', don't worry about it." You could worry about the truth in his statement tomorrow, for now, you wanted to get him back on you, so you smashed your lips back onto his.
He chuckled, "Someone's eager," he started trailing kisses down your neck.
"Well, someone made me think about this for hours," you grabbed his face to bring him back up to you. You could never get enough of the touch of his lips. You would drown in it if you could. You wouldn't even care if you couldn't breathe anymore, it would be a happy death.
"And that someone is gonna make sure you won't be able to think at all for the next few hours," he whispered as his right hand slipped underneath your shirt, his thumb tracing over your bra.
You couldn't help the shake in your voice, "Hours? I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself, Miller." Knowing damn well that he wasn't. You had the privilege of getting the house to yourself every now and then or having had some alone time in your apartment. If he wanted to, he could go on for hours and hours. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy rilling him up just a little bit.
He scoffed, pulling your shirt over your head easily, "Sure, keep saying that. Keep talking while can." He knew what he was doing to you with those words.
His hands roamed your almost naked torso, cupping your still-covered breasts into his big hands, making you moan into his mouth.
You could feel that gentle touch of his on your body before it stopped on your ass, pulling you closer to him as he mumbled, "Come 'ere. Let's go upstairs."
You were held up tightly against him as he carried you up into the first floor, taking a sharp left to get you both into his, well now your, bedroom. Your bedroom. From now on, this was the room you'd be sharing with your partner. God, what a good time to be alive…
Once you had reached the bed, Joel slouched over, making sure to place you onto the mattress gently.
There were two sides to Joel Miller when it came to sex. You were very familiar with both. There was the soft side you adored so much. When he took his time with you, kissing every inch of your body, working you up just right, adoring your body and covering it with pure passion. His thrust would be slow and deep, gentle, yet just filled with the same amount of lust as his other side. The alter ego, as you'd like to think of it was fast-paced, hard, yet never too short, sex. Still very passionate, but loud and messy. Bruises weren't a rarety after a night like that. And while that was what you understood when thinking of sex, you adored love-making just a little bit more when the time was right. Just like at that moment.
His kisses moved from your neck, down between your breasts, along the middle of your torso, holding onto it tightly, until he reached the rim of your jeans. His fingers got to work on your button, opening it along with the zipper, before getting up slightly to free your legs from them, sliding them down as he started kneeling on the floor. Down at your ankles, he pulled them off completely, getting rid of your socks as well before starting his journey of kisses back up again.
You squirmed more and more the higher he came up, making him have to move his hands to your hips to hold you down and pull you closer to the end of the bed to reach your inner thighs.
"Ah, fuck baby…," he moaned in between kisses, "So. Fucking. Beautiful."
You were brushing some hair out of your face, heavy breaths leaving your lips. You didn't even dare to look down, knowing you'd probably only get closer to coming right then and there with the sight. "Joel, please…" you whined.
"I know, I know, darlin'," he continued admiring your thighs with his lips before hooking his fingers into the side pieces of your underwear. He noticed which ones you were wearing.
"You know," he gave them a kiss too, right onto your pelvic bone,
"These are my favourite."
You chuckled, "Of course, I know. Why do you think I put them on?"
"Well, but then it wouldn't be right of me to just take them off right away, now would it?" He smirked letting go of the fabric and prepping your legs up on the mattress. His lips moved down to the centre of your pussy, placing a gentle kiss right where you wanted him, sending a shiver through your entire body along with a shaky breath tumbling from your lips.
Once again, his finger hooked underneath the fabric of your underwear, only this time, pulling the centre piece to the side, giving him a clear view of your sex, clearly glistening even in the dim light coming from the moon outside.
He didn't let another moment pass before he covered your slit in little kisses, his hands having a tighter grip on you once you started moving again. You were still enjoying the soft feather touches of his lips on yours when you suddenly felt the tip of his tongue running over your clit, getting a low moan out of you. You had to remember there was still a little girl in the room across from you - too much noise would eventually wake her up and you were not ready to have that kind of confrontation with her yet.
"Ah… Joel…" you breathed out, your fingers tangling around his hair, pulling slightly once you felt his tongue movements quicken and deepen.
He slipped around your clit, running it down to your hole before drawing circles around there as well. As soon as he was up again, gently sucking on your clit, you could already feel the arousal dripping out of you, making you shudder and hold onto his hair just a little tighter. He switched between focusing on your bundle of nerves and gathering every drip coming out of you with his tongue.
"Fuck," you couldn't help the whine erupting from you. You had to be quiet, not silent. Especially not when you knew what your sounds could do to Joel. You were confirmed of your thoughts when you heard the buckle of the belt on his jeans opening, followed by his zipper. Joel had to free his hands from holding onto you to get his jeans off his legs, dragging his boxers along with them to free his erect dick. But his tongue never left your heat - he was a God of multitasking and had proved that many times before.
Once you felt his right hand being placed on top of your abdomen and heard a deep groan coming from him, you knew he had started grasping his cock in his free hand. The thought of your partner jerking off to eating you out and the little breaths coming from you only added to the sensation that had been building up between your legs.
"Joel," you whimpered, "Don't-fuck, don't stop," begging him to keep going. His answer was another strong suck on your clit, and a lick of his tongue as he slid into you. The hand that had been holding you down was moving lower, still keeping you from moving too much, while his thumb had found its way to your clit, making sure to stimulate it, while his tongue was working inside of you.
"Oh, God, yeah…" you breathed out, uncontrollably starting to move your hips as well to get closer to the edge. Your moans came out higher-pitched as you pressed your lips together tighter, trying to keep as quiet as possible, while your partner was doing the Lord's work on you.
"Fuck- Joel, I'm gonna cum," you whined out, "I-"
"You can do it, baby," he encouraged you, letting go of his erection, to replace his tongue with two of his fingers, and going back to kissing your clit passionately while his right hand interlaced with yours.
"Come for me," he breathed against you.
You nodded, moaning slightly louder as the grip on his hand tightened, your hips moving around more. The tension kept building up, encouraging you to keep going as he moved his fingers in and out of you, the wet sounds echoing through the room.
"Come on, darlin'." His whisper made your body shake.
And after the last small whiny, "yeah…" slipped from your lips, you fell apart beneath him, tightening around his fingers, humming uncontrollably, and trying to hold in the moans and groans you could've let out.
Joel didn't stop though. He never does. He only removed his fingers to start cleaning you up with his tongue, not letting you recover from the orgasm that had washed over you.
You tried catching your breath, releasing his hand from your tight grasp, as you moved both your hands back to his hair, begging him to come up and hover over you, "Joel," you whispered, chest still heaving heavily.
With a smile, he came back up to face you after finally taking your underwear off completely, his arms resting on either side of you, peppering your face with kisses before stopping at your mouth. You could taste the remains of yourself on his tongue as he pushed it past your lips to slide over yours.
"I love you," he spoke quietly against your mouth, moving down to your jaw, making you smile as you pulled him to look you straight in the eyes, "I love you too," kissing him with just as much passion as before.
His right arm moved underneath your arched back, towing you into him as he sat you up on your knees. His fingers quickly opened the back of your bra, sliding it down your arms, following its trail to mark it with kisses. Once were boobs were free in front of you, he leaned down, getting to work on them as he decorated them with his lips. You threw your head back in relief, giving him easier access, sighing his name out loud.
When he wanted to feel your mouth on his again, he positioned his hand on your tits, engulfing them in the warmth of his palms.
"You're always so good to me." Now it was your time to move your lips down his throat, getting a soft moan out of him, while his fingers came to play with your nipples.
"How could I not," he got a hold of your chin, moving it gently so you'd be facing him again, "You deserve it," going back to stealing your breath and devouring your lips.
Joel sat down properly on the bed, giving you the opportunity, to take a seat on his lap. You let your hand travel down your body, between your legs to smear some of your wetness onto your palm before you moved onto him, covering his fully erect cock. He held himself up with his hands on the mattress, tilting his head back, letting the pleasure wash over him as a groan fell from his lips.
You pumped your hand up and down four times before you were ready to lower your head, but a soft grip on the back of your hair stopped you, gently pulling you back up, "No no, darlin', come on," Joel patted his lap, "Sit down." He had always been more of a giver than a receiver. Not that the hated blowjobs, how could he with your mouth, but he enjoyed giving a lot more than receiving.
You listened to his demand and scootched up onto his lap, not letting go of his erection in your hand as you lined it up with your sex before slowly sinking down on it, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as soon as he grabbed you by your hips.
A soft but long whine vibrated in your throat as he started to fill you up, stretching you with his size. Your fingers started digging into his shoulders, making him hiss with a chuckle. His strong arms kept you as close as possible to him, waiting for you to set the pace and start moving.
You let your forehead fall against his once he was fully inside, and you started rotating your hip right away. Moving them back and forth to create some friction as both of you shared a round of low moans, kissing to prevent them from getting too loud. He moved his hips along with yours after getting to know the speed you were working with, making you sigh out loud. "Oh… fuck…"
Joel's hand came up to brush some of the hairs that stuck to your forehead, away, giving your cheeks a few pecks.
"You know, you get more beautiful each day," directing them down to your throat and the side of your neck.
You chuckled, "You're one to talk, dilf hot-shot." Your comment made the two of you giggle in chorus as you remembered him of the nickname he had earned himself at the last parent-teacher conference, which you found out, thanks to his daughter, who wondered what it meant.
He rolled his eyes,
"Oh please," he jerked his hips up to tease you, almost making you screech if it wasn't for you hiding your face in his neck. "I'll always find you beautiful, sweetheart, no matter the age."
His hand on your hair pulled you back gently to look at him again,
"Likewise, handsome," you smiled at him, gifting him with a kiss before your hands on his chest pushed him down, while you kept yourself up on your knees. As Joel lowered his body, following your directions, you felt his erection tipping with him, nudging the rough spot inside of you, getting a shaky moan from you in return.
Once he was comfortable, you braced yourself with your arms on the sides of his head to hover above him, continuing your make-out session. You felt his hands going down your body, finding their new place on your ass as he held on to it, keeping you still, while started to move his upwards. Having to pull back from the kiss, you released a soft sigh before starting to move against him, meeting his thrusts in the middle.
His grip tightened with his lips on you again, "Fuck, baby," he hissed, slightly picking up the pace. "Ya' gonna' be fuckin' death of me." You loved whenever his deep Texanian accent made an appearance during sex. It just told you, you were doing everything right.
With one last kiss, you pushed yourself up to fully sit on his cock again. He pushed his knees up slightly to give you a makeshift backrest once you started moving your hips faster. His fingers quickly interlaced with yours, giving you something to hold onto as you yanked them closer to you.
"Joel…" you dragged out his name in a hush, getting a groan from him in response.
"You're doing so good sweetheart, keep doing," he encouraged you.
You sat up straight, "Put your legs down," giving him the directions you needed for your next position, sounding almost out of breath. He did as you asked, giving you the room to lean back and hold onto his thighs, opening up your body as a sight to him.
"So good, baby," he moaned out loud as he put his hand to your pussy, after wetting his fingers with his spit, circling them around your clit, making you shake.
"Fuck," you cursed out, sighing along with it as you started moving your hips faster, now with the encouragement of Joel's touch on your sex.
His groans felt your ear, letting you know he wasn't far from his release, just as much as you. You kept moving, bouncing up and down on his erection that kept brushing your walls, letting you feel every vein on his cock.
"Joel, I'm so close," you moaned, which was all he needed to know before he freed his hands from yours, only to bring them back to your ass, lifting you up to change his position. You kept yourself up, taking a few deep breaths, trying to steady your breathing with the small rest you got.
He sat up on his knees, wrapping his arms around you again to lower you back onto the mattress, this time with your head against the comfort of your pillows.
Joel stayed in this position, making sure to keep you as still as possible in the tight hug, as he started snapping his hips against yours. His cock slid easily in and out of you, the wet sounds ringing through your ears as you felt his balls slapping against your ass.
You lifted your arms, your fingers desperately trying to find the headboard to hold onto as you tried to contain yourself from the noise you wanted to make. All you could let out were high-pitched whimpers and gentle moans when you could've easily screamed into his ears with the pleasure that was rushing through your body.
You could feel Joel's fingers digging into your skin, his groans only getting deeper as he attacked your neck, hoping to keep it as quietly as possible. The second orgasm was approaching you rapidly and you wanted to open your mouth to let him know, but all you could make out was,
"I- Jo-" as he kept on hitting just the sight spots inside of you.
He nodded, "I know, baby," breathing heavily against you, "Ya gonna come with me?" Making you nod hastily, "Yeah?" To which you nodded again, a whimper tumbling from your lips.
Your feet started digging into the mattress as the pressure leading you to your release was getting intensely more.
"I-I'm gonna c- fuck, I'm gonna cum," you managed to get out. Joel kept his lips on your neck, gifting you more encouraging words.
"Yeah baby, come with me," was the last thing you needed to hear before he smashed his lips onto yours just at the right time before you could scream your orgasm out into the world. Your fingers tightened around the wood of the headboard as you felt him shoot his cum into you. His groan against your mouth sent vibrations through your body, which was already shaking from the aftermath of your release.
As soon as he pulled back, the two of you shared your heavy breaths, sweaty foreheads pressed against each other, a smile of pleasure decorating both of your faces.
Joel started peppering your face with kisses again, making you chuckle as you still tried to catch your breath, just as well as he still was doing.
"I love you, darlin'," he whispered against your skin as you brought your fingers back to his hair, brushing them to make him look at you.
After placing a loving kiss against his lips, you breathed out, "I love you, babe. I love you a lot."
"A lot?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows.
You nodded with a smile, "A lot."
With a deep kiss that let you know just what you needed to know, he was back gazing into your eyes, freeing your face from all the small hairs that had made their way to your sweaty forehead, "Well then, I love you a lot too." But you couldn't let him go yet, yanking him towards you for one last, passion-filled kiss, moaning into his mouth as he smirked.
Joel pushed himself back up, slowly sliding his erection out of you, making you shiver, and him chuckle before he walked over to the basket of clean clothes he had yet to put away.
He searched for the clean cloth he remembered throwing in, and once he had found it, he brought it back to bed with him. He was back to hovering above you, continuing your innocent make-out session while he started cleaning up the mix of his and your cum that was dripping out of you. With every swipe, you buckled your hips up uncontrollably, just enjoying the pleasure washing over your body.
After he got done with that, he threw the cloth into the basket for dirty clothing before starting to look for his boxers, standing up on his two feet to pull them up his legs. You crawled over to the edge of the bed, bending down to gather your underwear before looking up at Joel who was standing closer to the clean clothing than you were.
"Can you give me a shirt, please?" Already knowing that you were asking for one of his, he snatched a dark green one and passed it over to you, who had gotten up from the bed, legs still shaky, but you could make it work.
Once you had thrown that over your body, you felt the familiar strong arms wrap around you again, and Joel lowered his head to get another few kisses from you.
"Happy anniversary," he whispered once again.
You smiled against his lips, "Oh, it is a very happy anniversary, babe." When there didn't seem to be a stop to the make-out session he had initiated, you tried to push him away, but he wasn't budging.
"J-Joel," you giggled, "I need to go."
"Where?" He immediately pulled his head back, gazing at you in surprise, but you quickly calmed him with a soft hand on his chest,
"Downstairs to get our clothes. I don't need to traumatise your daughter on the first day of moving in," you freed yourself from his hug, "And then I have to take a shower."
As you passed him, he couldn't let go of the opportunity to get a hold of your ass, squeezing it, getting a screech from you in response. You were quick to turn around and hit him on the upper arm, making him flinch away with a smirk.
"Joel!" You hissed at him, motioning for him to be quiet.
He raised his arms, "You're the one being so loud," earning himself a death glare from you, but it only made his grin wider.
His eyes followed your form as you left the room before he let himself drop down onto the bed. He ran a hand over his face, not even caring to hide the smile that just didn't seem to go away.
You were officially moved in. From today on, he'd wake up next to you every single day. Sarah and he would have you by their side every afternoon after work. He'd be able to pick you up and bring you both home. Together. He knew now the pressure of the next step in your relationship would be approaching quicker, but he decided to put that thought aside and focus on the present - and on your footsteps that were coming back up.
Joel laughed to himself as he got back up, on his way to join you in the bathroom for round two - after all, he had promised you hours.
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She’s A Gun
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Author’s note: *John Mulaney voice* My wife is a bitch and I love her SO much (gif by @salome-c) I also didn’t know how to end this so sorry
Summary: Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family [1.6k]
Warnings: idiots in love, a quick mention of a queer slur, I can’t think of anything else!!
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You catch him looking at you across the room as you sip some new whiskey Tommy traded for. He looks young and fresh-faced without many scars or littering the surface of his skin. His eyes are bright when they meet yours, and you give him a polite smile before returning to your drink. Unsurprisingly, he bellies up to the bar a few minutes later. You glance at the door, and the man follows your gaze. 
“You meeting someone?” He asks. The bartender, a kind man named Nick, flashes you a look, but you wave him off, turning to the younger man, who is dead set on making his presence known. 
“You must be new.” You say, and he laughs as he holds out his hand. 
“You got me. I’m Luke,” He says. You meet him halfway and shake his hand, giving him your name. “Where are you from?”
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Just Flowers
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (Ft. Best Friend Tess)
Word Count: 1.75k
Genre: Angst, with a bit of fluff
Warnings: Arguments, Joel being Joel, slight reference to an age gap, but it’s got fluff, not proofread
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Here’s my first Joel Fic, I’m not all that content with it, the idea I had in my head didn’t really its way onto the page but I felt I should post it anyways.
Summary: It’s Valentines Day and you just wanted to do something nice for Joel.
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Just Flowers
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (Ft. Best Friend Tess)
Word Count: 1.75k
Genre: Angst, with a bit of fluff
Warnings: Arguments, Joel being Joel, slight reference to an age gap, but it’s got fluff, not proofread
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Here’s my first Joel Fic, I’m not all that content with it, the idea I had in my head didn’t really its way onto the page but I felt I should post it anyways.
Summary: It’s Valentines Day and you just wanted to do something nice for Joel.
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No Time To Die
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TAGS AND WARNINGS - +18, Minors DNI, no explicit smut but sexual themes, whump, a lot of angst, blood, graphic wounds and procedures (?) probably not medically accurate, could be almost gore if you squint, hurt/comfort, two dorks in love, canon-typical violence, near-death experiences. Not based on the game, I don’t know anything about the game and I don’t want spoilers please.
PAIRINGS - Joel Miller x fem!reader
WORD COUNT -  9.6k.
SUMMARY - The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.
A/N - I honestly don’t know what this is. I tried to look for angsty and whumpy fics and couldn’t find any that hit the spot just right; so I wrote my own. This story is set in some time between 2010 and 2020, or so. Bill and Frank are still very much alive. The only warning apart the amount of blood in this, it’s my own knowledge of the English language.
’Breathe’
  With a shiver, you try to comply with your own command. The action itself confuses you, and you don’t know where exactly in your mind that thought came from; or why. All you know is that a moment ago you were nothing, absolutely nothing, not even human. You forgot your own existence in a still ocean made of black thick ink. The ink is now backtracking, though, but the remnants of it stay in your foggy mind, clouding it as your consciousness comes back in waves.
Waking up from a dream is easy, you just come back into yourself from a nice trip to your own imagination. Regaining consciousness, however, is a little more difficult. Instead of going somewhere, you go inwards into yourself. Your overworked mind, already tired and busy with keeping you alive, doesn’t care much about bringing you to any other place so you can die peacefully. No. And the awakening is not as it should be either.
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reunited || joel miller
a/n: kegerg nonnie, i loved this. i'll be over here crying 😭
warnings: angst, pre-outbreak, post-outbreak, fluffy ending, ellie making joel open up about his past in relation to you, mentions of taking pills and drinking
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
w/c: 2.3k Joel Miller masterlist || My Library
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“Come here, mama,” Joel’s voice, deep and raspy in your ear, entraps your mind with flurries of heat as he wraps his arms around you. 
“You better be careful throwing that word around, Joel,” You tease, intertwining your legs with his. Sarah was staying with a friend this weekend, which left the house open to you and Joel for the weekend. 
“Really? What is that supposed to mean?” Joel chuckles, kissing a line down the soft column of your neck, rugged hands encircling your hips as he repositions you on top of him. 
You and Joel Miller weren’t together. Tommy insisted that you two were in some sort of love-sick mind game where you pinned for the other with softened looks and patronizing gazes, but you two thought of yourselves more as friends with… benefits. 
“You know what I mean,” You sigh, mind lagging when his teeth find the notch in your collarbone that would be painted with marks by the time he was finished. 
Joel tightens his grip on you. “I think it’s a cute little nickname for a pretty lady such as yourself,” His accent seemed to grow thicker when he was tired, and after the time you two spent rolling around in the sheets – that was the inevitable outcome. 
“So I can call you daddy?” You jokingly say with a quirk of your eyebrows.
“Now hold on a minute–” You’re already turning over so you can straddle his waist. Taking his wrists and pinning them above his head, the man beamed at you with a smile. “I’ll think about it.” He sighs and leans up, collecting you in a heap. His lips find yours and together, you two are making a wreck of the sheets once more, once again avoiding the burning question of who was into who, or who was in love with who. 
However, you wouldn’t realize that night was the last time you were wrapped up in Joel Miller’s arms until the outbreak day. A harsh and bitter day of September 26th, 2003 would ultimately turn your world inside out in every dimension imaginable. The cordyceps infection had spread and it was wreaking havoc on a town you grew up in, turning the most vulnerable into sickening monsters with no control. 
You ran, and ran, and ran… until running was all that you knew. Years passed by, but you would never forget the face of Joel Miller, a man who held you in the darkness and made you realize that you could actually love in a world so violently cold. 
And when you had no way to contact him, no way to see if he was safe, no way to… To see if he had been dealt the card of death – you fell into a depression. Between running to try and save yourself from the horrifying nightmare that the world was currently facing, you drowned your sorrows with amber-colored despair and white pills that you popped like candy. 
But all that would change when you would find him. In Wyoming of all places. Not a day went by that Joel didn’t come across your mind. He was a distant memory, but a vivid mark on your skin. If you stayed eerily still at night as you lay in your sleeping bag or in one of the safehouses you’d come across, you could feel his hands on your body, his rough fingertips kneading their way into your flesh. You could feel his heart thumping against yours, and you could feel the scruff of his face scratch and burn your thighs. You realized that you loved him after the fact. When it was too late. When he was no longer a permanent mark in your life. 
Joel thought of you too. Ellie had already tried to pry into his past life with wonder if any woman had the nerve to love someone as grumpy as him. Joel thought he made it clear that their backstories were off the table of discussion, but Ellie being a persistent teenager with a need to know everything, pestered him over, and over, and over until Joel finally caved. 
“There’s a woman,” Ellie squints.
“A woman? Geez.” Joel huffs as he sits at the top of the safe house with his back pressed to the brick wall. Ellie grinned at the stark realization she was slowly combing through the hallowed pieces of Joel Miller, filling in the cracks of a man who suffered far more than she had yet to realize. 
“What was her name?” Ellie asks. 
Joel could see your face, his own memory serving up a crystalline visual of you that was the definition of perfect. If he thought long and hard, he could feel the warmth of your body underneath his. He always wondered if you made it out alive. He regretted not telling you he loved you. 
He smiled as he registered Ellie’s question a little more. 
“I had this stupid nickname for her… She uh– she always told me I’d regret calling her that one day,” He bites down on his lip. 
Ellie raises a questioning eyebrow. “Annnnd? Come on, Joel. Tell the class.” She points to the empty space around her. “Jimmy Cricket is dying to know.” She teases. 
Joel chuckles. “I called her ‘mama’.”
“Mama?” Ellie repeats. “Oh no… Does that mean she called you da–”
“No.” Joel cuts her off. “No.” He lies through his teeth, but he wasn’t about to scar Ellie’s mind. Even though it probably had its fair share already. 
Ellie smirks. “What’d she look like?” She could see the brightness come over Joel’s face. She could read expressions, and that was one of a man who cared about someone other than himself. 
“She was beautiful… She had the softest hair. She always said she had her little imperfections, but I told her she was perfect to me. She had a soft tone about her, but if you pissed her off – even she worried me. She could blow a gasket on short notice… You never touched those that she loved. I told her she was a butterfly, but a rattlesnake when pushed.” Joel found himself gushing, the memory of you now causing his heart to sear with a deep ache. 
Ellie crosses her legs and looks at him. Joel pinpoints his focus on his roughened hands, cuts and bruises covering his skin. “You loved her,” Ellie sighs.
“No,” Joel shakes his head. “I-I didn’t love her,” He chuckles. “Those words never came out.” 
Ellie scoffs. “Because you were too much of a grumpy man to tell her, duh.” 
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Joel argues. 
Ellie shrugs. “Puppy dog love. You sound like a puppy.” She then draws in a deep breath, somewhat afraid to ask. “Let me guess… You never saw her again after outbreak day?”
Joel slowly shakes his head, wishing he didn’t have to admit the truth. Oftentimes he wondered what would have happened had you stayed. He was so close to telling you how he felt. Sarah told him he was stupid if he went another day without you staying there. 
“Do you think she… Survived?” Ellie throws darkness into the pool of memories, and it causes Joel’s heart to ache. 
“I hope so,” Joel mumbles. He wondered if you had moved on. Did you find your person? Did you finally get married? Did you have a baby? You had so many things you wanted to do, all of which you gushed to Joel about with the secret pinning that it would be him to give you those things. 
Soon, Ellie and Joel find themselves falling asleep. 
But when they would get up the next morning, Joel would be met with the surprise of a lifetime. When the light cracked through the window and Ellie stirred, she gasped when she saw a figure coming around the corner with a gun trained on anything that could potentially hurt her.
That person was you. 
“JOEL!” Ellie screams, catching the older man by surprise. Joel immediately finds himself springing to his feet as quickly as he could, and you yelp when you see the little girl standing there with her arms raised. 
Your eyes weren’t deceiving you. You knew that face. His face. 
“Oh my God, – Joel?” You whisper. 
Fate sure did have a way of sneaking up on you… 
Joel blinked rapidly, never once lifting his gun to aim at you. You immediatley dropped yours to your side. “W-who are you?”
“Ellie,” Ellie responds. She looks over at Joel, and her eyes widen between the two of you. “Whoa… Are you–”
Joel hisses, earning Ellie to shut up. 
“What are you doing here?” Joel asks. 
You cock an eyebrow. “Apparently I’m here for the same thing as you two. Shelter. Plus, I need to find some ammo.” You respond. “I…I thought you were dead.” 
Joel nods his head. “I thought you were too.” 
Ellie bites into her lip. “You know what? I’m going to give you two some space.” 
“Ellie!” Joel calls her name, but she turns around to face him and pulls out her gun. 
“I’ll shoot anything that runs at me. I won’t leave the building. I swear.” She holds up a hand. “Scout’s Honor.” She winks before walking out of the room. 
Your eyes ghost over Joel. He looked the same, but much older. His hair which was dark brown when you last saw him was now the color of salt and pepper. His bear had grey flecks all throughout it, and wrinkles were present on his forehead. Joel was always older than you by 12 years. 
“This is… I wans’t expecting to see you.” You bite your lip. Joel looks down and notices your worn hands, knuckles split open, and old and new blood covering your white bandages. “Is she your–”
“No,” Joel cuts you off. “I’m taking her to–” At first he doesn’t want to tell you. He had gone his whole life not trusting many people, but then he saw the look come across your face, the same look that would make him tell you his entire life story. “A hospital in Utah. She’s immune to this whole thing,” Joel still can’t believe it’s you. 
“Immune?” You whisper. “T-they think they can muster a cure with her?” 
Joel nods his head. “Supposedly. But I think you know how far-fetched that sounds.” 
You tighten your grip on your backpack. 
“I like the salt and pepper look…” You chuckle nervously. 
Joel falters with the faintest of smiles. “Useless to try and dye it. Might as well embrace it.” He shrugs his shoulders.
Silence brews between the two of you. Joel clears his throat.
“You… What about you? Family? Husband?” He ponders.
Scoffing, you shake your head. “No, and hell no.” You laugh. 
Joel lifts an eyebrow. “I thought that was the dream.” 
“That was my dream with you.” You blurt out, not expecting to feel those fuzzy feelings upon seeing him. It was still shocking to know that Joel Miller came out of the outbreak unscathed and not one of those horrific monsters, but then again, he was Joel Miller. His survival instincts were much greater than those around him.
Joel stares you down, eyes softening. 
“I–” You inhale sharply, but find yourself coming up short of words to say. There was nothing you could say that could explain this moment, and what exactly you were feeling on the inside. Joel notices you, he always did. He noticed every little thing you did when you two were “together” but tiptoeing around the idea. That nervous habit when you twiddled your thumbs when you came up short on an explanation. It was the missing piece. You were the missing piece. 
“Ellie?” Joel calls her name.
“I’m fine!” Ellie screams in return.
Joel nods his head with his hands on his hips. The overwhelming sensation takes over, and it pushes him forward. Your eyes widen as Joel slowly closes the distance. 
“Come here, mama,” It slips out just before he reaches you, and suddenly, it’s as if you’re transported to that evening in bed with him. 
It knocks the wind out of you when he wraps his rough hands around your cheeks. He drags you forward like it no time had passed between you two. His lips find yours, crashing down instantly for a kiss that sealed the hole you had felt for the longest time.
The gasp floods from your mouth as you instantly intertwine your fingers around his neck and pull him even closer. Your tongues find the others, and you can’t help the tears that well in your eyes. The kiss was longing, it had desperation laced through it, and based on the trembling both you and Joel shook from, you were in need of each other. 
Slowly, Joel pulls his lips away from yours, but he allows his forehead to rest on yours. Your hands drop casually on his hips, your teeth sinking into your lip.
“You know… You never even asked if I was infected,” You giggle quietly, causing Joel to roll his eyes at you. 
“You wouldn’t have kissed me if you were. You’re a survivalist, mama. Not an idiot.” He kisses your forehead, allowing his lips to lay there. The scruff of his facial reminds you of years past, and you entrap Joel in a tight embrace that has tears staining his shirt. 
“Joel, I missed you so much. I didn’t tell you then, but I loved you. I loved you so much.” You lace your fingers through his hair, the blubbering line showing weakness, but your heart was fragile when it came to him. It always would be. 
Joel tightens his grip on you. 
“I loved you too, baby. I loved you so much, and I still do.” Joel whispers. “You’re not leaving this time, do you hear me? You’re coming with Ellie and me. I won’t let you go again.” 
Smothering your face into the crook of his neck, that’s where your journey picked up.
“Please don’t,” You blubber. “...Daddy.” You add with a soft giggle.
“Don’t start that,” Joel hisses, squeezing you, but he’s smiling widely.
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Say You Love Me (Joel Miller x f! reader)
1K Celebration | Masterlist
Pairing: Joel Miller x f! Reader (pre and post outbreak)
Rating: M (18+, explicit smut)
Word Count: 6.2K
Summary: Red wine. Rage. Regret. Reunions. When pride separates you from the man that got away in 2003, you thought you’d never see him again. But when going to tie loose ends for Bill and Frank, you see him and a young companion.
Content: TLOU spoilers, slight changes to the story, age gap (~10-15 years), multiple sex scenes, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, cowgirl, creampie, oral (f), rough sex, alcohol consumption, grief, violence, mentions of death, the musical stylings of Fleetwood Mac
A/N: Happy TLOU day! This initially started out as a creation for my 1K celebration to "Maroon" by Taylor Swift, but as you can see it completely manifested into its own short story. Thanks to everyone for being patient for my writing. I hope y'all enjoy!
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Every time you have a dream about everything before, you try to document it down in your ratty journal with your pen running on empty. Everything seems to run on empty.
You dream of your former life less and less as the years go by. It’s a hazy memory and you can’t remember how we were able to live on such luxuries and be comfortable and be happy. 
You dream of the man with his large hands and warm smile on your living room floor, warm with wine. 
Red lips. Red cheeks. Red wine. 
The bitter taste of cheap red blends on his tongue. 
Sticky Austin nights where you’d start outside in the thick humidity but end it in ice cold a/c. It never mattered anyway, Joel always ran hot like a furnace so you’d have to settle yourself in between thin sheets. 
You met through Megan who was dating his younger brother Tommy, a Gulf War vet that was more serious about holding his liquor than he ever was fighting in the war. One night when he’d had too much to drink, Joel, the responsible one, picked him up. A sleeping baby girl in the backseat. 
He barged through your front door. “Tommy, what the hell are you doin’ bothering these–” 
He stopped as soon as he looked at you. From that moment it was like the two of you had this instant communication. He didn’t have to say anything, all you needed to do was look into his eyes. 
“HI there.” He smile at you, that warm smile with that dimple on the side of his cheek. “I–uh–hope you’re not the girl my little brother’s been botherin’ “
“That would be my roommate.” You smile back at him. His smile grows even wider and you can’t remember the last time you had such electric eye contact with someone. 
Tommy bursts through the door, coming out of the bathroom with Megan hoisting his large frame.
“Please get him in bed and away from vodka.” She hoists Tommy onto Joel. 
“Tell me a bedtime story.” He slurs. Joel looks at you apologetically as he turns to bring him to the car. You and Megan exchanged a silent look as she could pick up on what was going on and she nudged you to go after him. 
“Hey wait!” You call out, you try not to focus on his broad back muscles. “I think it’s clear Tommy needs some chaperoning whenever he comes over here.”
He furrows his brow in confusion at first. “Y’know, his big brother to come over and make sure he’s doing right?” ‘You smile. 
“Just say when and I’ll tag along.” Joel winks at you. 
He was always a man of his word. 
The next weekend, Megan invited Tommy over and suggested he bring Joel along as well. Tommy came barreling in like a freight train and Joel laid back to greet you at the door. He held up a six pack of beer. 
“I didn’t wanna come over empty handed. It’s all we had in the fridge.” Joel said. 
“Yeah, Joel wanted to come right over after workin’ tonight. Even let Sarah stay at a friends house, ain’t that sweet?”
“Alright, Tommy. I still clearly gotta babysit you.” Joel rolls his eyes. 
“We’ll, thank you for the beer, Joel but we’re more wine drinkers here. Do you like red blend?”
“I’ll drink whatever you give me.”
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A few hours later, Megan and Tommy have gone off on their own adventure. You and Joel split the bottle of wine between the two of you and despite him stating he could handle his liquor, his large body was sprawled out across your living room floor with his empty glass tipped over. 
“Miller, I thought you said you could handle your liquor.” You grin at him from the couch. 
“I usually can. I don’t know what was in your roommate’s cheapass screwtop–” 
“Hey–don’t blame the alcohol for why you’re currently on our living room floor right now. And while she can’t defend herself.” 
“You saying I’m a sloppy drunk?” He leans closer towards you and you observe the patches in his beard. 
“I’m saying I don’t wanna hold your hair back above the toilet.” You grin at him. He looks at you, hard. You feel your heart rate rising and the moment is almost too much to handle. You need to ground yourself with something, anything. You turn to your vinyls. 
“You like records?” You ask him, moving towards the shelf. 
“Didn’t know people your age still listened to them.” He called out. You scoffed. 
“I’m not that much younger than you. Besides, this is timeless. CDs might come and go like 8 track players, but these? These are gonna last through everything.” You hold up a record and he nods in approval, Fleetwood Mac’s self titled album. You flip to side two and the sounds of “Say You Love Me” flood the living room. 
You join him on the living room rug and close your eyes, listening to Christine McVie’s voice. 
Have mercy, baby, on a poor girl like me
You know I'm falling, falling, falling at your feet
I'm tingling right from my head to my toes
So help me, help me, help me make the feeling go
“God, her voice is just so ageless. I know everyone always looks at Rumours as their best but this one is just cla–” Your breath hitches when you feel his hand brush your cheek. You feel the warmth of his face coming closer and closer as you finally open your eyes to see Joel ready to kiss you. 
But he forgot his wine glass in his hand as it spilled onto you with the remainder of his alcohol. 
“Shit, shit.” Joel stumbles up and looks around. “I am so sorry, I can clean that up.” 
You get up to him walking around your kitchen, looking for paper towels. When he turns around, you put your hand at his chest and look up at his beautiful brown eyes. 
“Why don’t you help me find a new shirt?” You ask him in a low voice. His jaw is slacked as he slowly nods. 
“Yes ma’am.” He follows behind you, taking your hand as you lead him into your bedroom. 
One thing about Joel Miller? He takes his time. He takes his time giving you soft, syrupy kisses and drawing the anticipation by pulling at your lip. 
He builds you up by meticulously touching every part of your body while peeling off your clothes, grabbing at the swell of your ass, the dips of your hips and pulling at the back of your neck. He wants to make you feel amazing.
Once you’re naked, he lays you on top of your bed and peers up at you as he pulls your knees apart. 
He drags the tip of his tongue over your clit, savoring your taste as he moans in relief. You tremble against him, dragging your hand through his dark curls as he begins to put his full mouth into you, his tongue entering you as his nose brushes your clit. You can’t help but squirm on top of him, rocking onto him as he moans below you. 
“You taste so fucking good.” Joel gets up for air briefly and dives back in. Kissing at your inner thighs, he takes one of his thick fingers and pushes one into you, your body instantly tightening around it. 
“So wet for me too.” Joel moans. He moves in earnest, putting his mouth back onto your clit and the pleasure is all you can concentrate on. He adds another finger, getting up to watch you squirm at his fingers as your wetness fills the room from his methodical thrusts. 
You feel yourself tense, your muscles tightening around him as your pleasure intensifies and your breaths go shallow. When he curves his fingers and moves his mouth back to your clit, you short circuit completely. 
You writhe on top of him as you cum, moaning louder than you’d expected and hoping Tommy and Megan don’t hear anything. Your shallow breaths fill the room and your eyes are shut. Pleasure still pulsates through your body as Joel is now on top of you, kissing at your throat as you feel his heavy, still clothed cock on top of you. 
When you release it, it springs from his boxers, thick and dripping at the top with precum. You rub the tip of his head as he lets out a hiss of air at your throat. You bring the liquid to your mouth and savor the taste. 
“I hope this ain’t too forward,” His hands cup and knead at your breasts. “But I’m desperate to feel you.” 
“Please” You beg. “I have condoms but I’m also on the pill. Whatever you need, just please don’t stop.” 
Joel lines himself up against you, rubbing his thick cock against your soaked walls. His eyes don’t leave yours as he gently enters you. It’s soft at first, him trying to fit in every single inch while also not cumming immediately while he was inside of you. You gripped him, wet and tight. 
During the pause when he’s finally deep inside of you, you both are riddled with heavy breathing. Your kisses are slow but hungry. You start to move below him and that’s what drives him wild. 
He begins to pump faster inside of you, rubbing himself against your swollen clit. You don’t think you’ve ever had something so intimate before. You’d had sex, but this just felt like something out of another dimension. Joel was entirely focused on your pleasure, hungrily pawing at your body as he rocked on top of you. 
When circled his fingers on your clit, you knew you were going to cum a second time. You grabbed at the bedsheets, another climax of pleasure making you arch. 
After you came twice, Joel was needier. He raised your leg so he could get into a deeper position and you had felt so incredibly full. He fucks you at a rapid speed and feeling you convulse around him for another orgasm wasn’t helping and the room filled with the noise of his balls slapping onto your skin. 
You loved that his broad body surrounded you, that all you could feel was him and all you could hear were his grunts into your ear. His hips began to stutter as he filled himself into you, emptying himself as much as he could into your tight walls. 
You don’t realize how badly you were gripping him until you rub his back, his head on your chest and you feel the claw marks. His breathing is labored, still feeling the impact of your sex as you bury your fingers into his curls. 
“This should go without being said,” Joel looked up at you. “But I would really like to take you out sometime.” 
You weren’t going to say no to that. 
—---------------------------------
You wake up, the motion of the car rattling you. 
“Morning, sunshine.” Megan smiles behind the steering wheel. Before everything, Megan was terrified of driving and now you’d catch her dead before she’d stop and pick someone up, choosing to run them over instead because they were likely a hunter. 
And wouldn’t you rather kill than be killed? 
It all happened so fast but so painfully, hauntingly slow at the same time. In one night, civilization as you knew it had ceased to exist. Megan came home, shaking, covered in blood telling you you had to leave tonight. 
You drove until you ran out of gas. You walked until you were able to rob some idiots that tried to give you a ride and take advantage of you. And that’s how you ended up at the Philadelphia quarantine zone. Somewhere far away from Texas and the sticky heat and long carefree nights.
There were a lot of men like that in this world, who thought they could take things from vulnerable women. Little did they realize, the vulnerable women didn’t make it. Not all of them were like that, though. Bill and Frank weren’t. 
You’d met Frank over the radio, talking over some music his partner BIll was playing as some sort of signal. Frank was incredibly kind, warm and worldly in a world with almost nothing left. He’d offered to trade things between you and Megan’s QZ and the Lincoln town he lived in with Bill. 
And Bill? He was…Bill. He wasn’t exactly kind and open to strangers, but he knew the both of you and trusted you after all of these years. Whoever Frank loved, he loved. So when you’d heard the 80’s distress signal coming from the radio, you’d decided to risk the trip and make sure everything was okay. 
When you had gotten to the gate, usually coded, it was wide open and the two of you exchanged looks in surprise. Without having to say a word, you grabbed your handgun out of the glove compartment. Megan pulled up to Bill and Frank’s, seeing their door open. 
The two of you had tried to get out of the car as quietly as possible. Crouching behind the car as you heard the crunch of footsteps. 
“It could be Bill and Frank.” Megan whispered. 
“When is it like Bill to ever keep the gate open?” You asked her. You heard the crunches coming closer. 
The two of you signal to step out at the same time, adrenaline pumping through your veins. After all of this time, it never gets easier doing this. 
Before you could pull the trigger, you hear a HYAH and see a small figure jump out towards you. 
Jesus, it’s a child. Before she could try to stab either of you, Megan pins her down to the ground, knocking the knife out of the way and the kid squirms under her. 
You see another figure jump into frame to defend the kid. A man with grey hair, a broad frame and a handgun. The two of you are in a standoff but something feels off. You know you’ve been to Lincoln so many times before but something about this feels entirely too familiar. 
“Do not hurt the kid.” The man drawls, looking down at her and then back at you. “She didn’t—“
And then his eyes meet yours. Still as piercing as you remember. And you realize that you’re standing in front of Joel Miller for the first time in twenty years. 
“…Joel?” Megan says something first. 
“Hi Megan.” He looks at her briefly to acknowledge her, but he looks back at you. The gun still in his hand, gripped tightly. 
“We’re not looking for any trouble.” Joel says. “We’re here to check on our friends.”
“Bill and Frank.” You finally say to him. “Our friends.” The look of confusion on his face is apparent. 
“You two knew Bill and Frank?” He asks. 
“How about ‘it’s good to see you two alive after all this time’, Joel?” You ask him, exasperated. You were tired of holding this gun, your hands were getting clammy and you had no intentions of shooting him. Even after all this time, you knew he wouldn’t shoot both of you either. 
Megan lets the girl up and she runs to Joel. She puts her gun down and you motion for him to follow suit. He looks at you for a long hard moment, his eyes scanning your body as you feel yourself redden with embarrassment, feeling fully exposed in front of him and looking like apocalyptic shit. He sets his gun down as you follow suit. 
“I think y’all should come inside, then.” Joel said. “Some things you need to see.” 
You follow Joel and the young girl-you find out her name is Ellie- into Bill and Frank’s house. You go to the same place that Bill and Frank would keep supplies, notes or any clothing that Frank had to spare - the second cabinet to the right. That’s where you see their note. 
Frank’s condition had worsened over the past few years. A degenerative disease you weren’t sure exactly what it was, but when he asked for a wheelchair from the Philadelphia QZ you were both more than happy to bring it to them. You knew it was only a matter of time before he went. When Bill decided to go with him, you weren’t surprised. Despite his exterior, everything Bill did was for Frank, the man he loved. 
You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt that kind of devotion to someone until today. 
The four of you sit at the table. An awkward silence between the four of you, the only sound being Ellie rocking her chair. One of the legs must’ve been broken and Bill hadn’t gotten to it ye–
Oh. Right. 
“I didn’t know Bill and Frank knew anyone else besides us.” Megan said. 
“Likewise. I guess that makes sense.” Joel said, his eyes still on you.
You agreed. “Frank, I’m sure, would’ve loved the extra company. More people to host garden parties and socialize for but if Bill had anything to do with it–” 
“He would’ve threatened to kill us.” You say in unison. 
“Trust me, he made sure to make us aware if we tried anything he had his gun right on the table the first time we met.” You said. 
“His reputation precedes himself.” Joel said. 
The two of you are silent for a moment. Megan and Ellie looking between the both of you. 
“Am I missing something?” Ellie asked, pointing at the two of you back and forth. 
“And I think that’s my queue to look around for some food. Maybe we can have some dinner, figure out what the fuck we’re doing and then call it a night before we go our separate ways, huh?” Megan quickly said. 
You sit at the table with Joel and Ellie, completely silent as Joel is now looking away from you and Ellie keeps looking at the both of you. 
“You can cut the tension with a knife, huh?” Ellie whistles. 
“Ellie, go take a shower. They’ve got hot water.” Joel says. She quickly gets up and runs down the hall. 
“You don’t have to tell me twice. But after I take one, you’re going in because man. And if we’re gonna be around company…” 
“Ellie.” He raises his voice into a stern inflection you haven’t heard since…
Where the hell is Sarah? 
—-------------------------------------------------
Later that night, you’ve hunkered down with Megan, Joel and Ellie. The four of you have rabbit along with some vegetables and rice from Frank’s garden. The tension has subsided as you’ve gotten into the wine cabinet. That’s when the memories flow back. The three of you share stories from Texas, your old lives that seem so long ago. Reminiscing on how things used to be as Ellie interjects with a question about the old world every now and then while reading a comic she snagged from Bill’s basement. 
Megan eventually stretches her arms up. “Well, I’ve been drivin’ all day and I’m exhausted. I’m about to hit the hay.” 
“Well I am gonna finish reading this in peace and quiet so I can read about this alien’s guts spilling out without interruptions. Goodnight! You kids have fun!” Ellie grins. 
Megan gives you a look etched in worry before she heads to the stairs. You roll your eyes at her because you can take care of your goddamn self. You have been for ages. 
You hear the footsteps go upstairs as you and Joel sit across from each other at the table. It’s like a lockbox with feelings you hadn’t had in years starts rattling in your chest, a monster of them waiting to come out and erupt.  
You look over at him, his hair slicked back from his shower, grays prominent in his hair and his beard. The swell of his lips was still prominent and had the ability to drive you crazy. 
“Bill and Frank.” You say to him, hoping to silence the voices in your own head.  
“Bill and Frank.” He repeats, his hands fidgeting on the table. 
“So, uh, I guess while we’re here–I’m gonna raid the liquor cabinet.” You head to the liquor cabinet to see if there’s anything strong enough to hold the awkward air between the two of you. You see a dusty bottle in the back of the cabinet, a red blend that looked entirely too familiar to pass up. 
You bring it to the table, setting it down in front of Joel. He looks up at you and shakes his head in disbelief, a small smile etched across his face. 
“After all this time, you still drink the same shitty red blend.” Joel says. 
“Can you handle your liquor any better, Miller?” You slide it towards him, he catches the bottle with one large hand. 
“I guess we’ll have to see.” He grumbles, slicing the wine bottle open with his knife. 
It didn’t take long for you to feel the heaviness of the wine, sloshing in your stomach as you and Joel took turns taking long drinks from the bottle. 
He tells you of Tess, his smuggling partner that had recently gotten infected while smuggling Ellie out of the city. While you admired her bravery and her sacrifice, you can’t help but feel a sting of jealousy. You’d had your partners every now and then, but none of them ever stuck around long enough. None of them ever mattered like he did. 
“She was like family.”  He stated. 
You knew you couldn’t just say sorry. “I’m sorry for your loss” almost seems insulting these days with teh weight of how much it happens. 
“Did–uh–you have any smuggling partners?” Joel asks, sipping on the bottle and looking away as if to play nonchalant. Twenty years and you can still tell when it’s all bullshit. 
“I did. None of them were exactly like family but they were enough to help Megan and I get by. I never trusted them enough to introduce them to Bill and Frank.” You said. 
“Oh.” Was all he could say. 
“I–I couldn’t. I just couldn’t let myself get too far with anyone after–” You can’t even bare to say it. But he looks at you as if you have, like you’ve just cut part of his soul open. 
“What the fuck happened?” You muttered, swigging from the bottle.
“You want the version they’re teaching kids in FEDRA school or the version we remember?” Joel asked. 
“Joel…” You give him a long look. He looks at you, briefly, breaking eye contact to look anywhere else and scowl. He chooses to grab the bottle from you, taking a large gulp. 
“It doesn’t matter now, does it?” He says. 
“Maybe it doesn’t.” You say. “But I still wanna know. I just…we could’ve had this life.” 
His brow arches. 
“You and me. Tommy and Megan. Bill and Frank. We could’ve been a team. It would’ve been something.” 
“Tommy decided to fuck off and join the Fireflies. Pretend like he was makin’ a difference. And then when that fell through last I heard he was in Wyoming. Megan was better off.” He stated. 
“You were…” He silently mutters. 
“We don’t have to talk about any of it. I’ve done some shit I regret but I did it to survive. Because that’s what we have to do in this new world. I get it. But those first few years…I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 
He takes a large drink of wine. “Or Tommy.” 
“Or Sarah.” 
“Well, there’s no damn use in thinkin’, is there?” Joel snaps back. You know you’ve clearly hit a nerve talking about Sarah. With whatever happened to her. Was she with the Fireflies? Was she with her Uncle Tommy? You’d hate to think it could be any worse. That brilliant, beautiful girl in any sort of trouble or not existing in this world. 
By the pain in Joel’s eyes, the exterior he’d tried to mask by furrowed brows and a hardened expression, you knew. Suddenly the air felt thick. 
“I’m sorry…I’m gonna step outside.” You rush to the porch as you feel the tears flood through your eyes. Sarah’s gone. You didn’t know that after all of the pain, after all of the violence, after everything this world has taken from you, that you could still feel this searing pain of loss. 
You suddenly hated yourself for not being there. For not calling. For running away from things when they had gotten too serious, as if some bullshit relationship problems would matter in a week’s time in that moment. You had no idea what was about to happen. 
If you’d known you would’ve lost everything and everyone in your life you had loved, you would’ve tried to hold on to the man you loved and his family for as long as you could. 
But then again…maybe it was better this way that you weren’t there. You didn’t hold him back, you didn’t hold him back either. This world isn’t for the weak. Love makes you fucking weak. Joel makes you so fucking weak, 20 years later. It’s infuriating, intoxicating and confusing. 
You hear the door open and footsteps come through. You wipe your tears away as you see Joel sit next to you on the bench. 
“I’m sorry.” He says, solemnly. “You didn’t know. It was that night of the…” 
“I know it’s so god damn insignificant now…but I’m so sorry I didn’t call.” You choke. Joel remains silent, his lips wavering. 
“You didn’t know.” He repeats himself. 
“So what happens now?” You ask him. 
“We do what we came here to do. Get our supplies, celebrate Bill and Frank and we drink.”  
“We drink.” You nod. 
And drink you did. 
You drank and remembered the good times, the times when he’d come over every Friday night that Sarah had a sleepover and you’d talk and touch each other until the sun came up. You drank and remember how even though Megan and Tommy had fizzled out, he had still come over to be with you. You drank and remembered the bad times, when you couldn’t handle the intimacy, you both couldn’t decide what this was. 
You can’t bear the way he looks at you. You need an escape. You head to Frank’s record collection. 
You dust off the record collection and see the familiar cover of Fleetwood Mac’s self titled album. You look up at Joel and his cheeks look like they sting with glee. He lets out a small giggle. 
“What was it I used to tell you?” You try to remember. 
“Records are timeless.” Joel says as you flip the vinyl to side B. “You were always right.” 
The room floods with the faint sounds of “Say You Love Me”. It had been years since you’d heard this song but you still remembered every word. Joel extended his hand out to you and you took it, fingers stroking his palm. 
You pressed yourself lightly against him, turning and looping over the hardwood floor as the music continued. Somehow, someway, you could still smell his subtle sandalwood scent. 
'Cause when the lovin' starts and the lights go down
And there's not another living soul around
You woo me until the sun comes up
And you say that you love me
The two of you giggled like children as you looped around Bill and Frank’s living room. The light of the moon shone on Joel’s face and the hardened exterior of the older man was gone for a moment, and you were taken back to 2003 where that gorgeous carpenter was leaning against your doorway for the first time. 
Your hand crept up his neck, feeling his peppered curls as he shivered. In response, he pressed his body closer to yours until you were cheek to cheek. 
He turns to face you. His eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion of the feelings that were rising. He never thought he would see you again, and these damn emotions kept flooding through his body. 
“I showed up to your house that morning.” He whispered. “Right after we dropped Sarah off at school. My birthday.” 
“So do you still think it doesn’t matter?” You asked him. 
“It wouldn’t have changed anything.”
“But it would’ve given us one more good day. Before it all went to shit. And if that’s all we had, then I’m okay with that. Better than the alternative.” 
You pressed your lips onto his, slow and calculated at first. You gave him one small peck to test his willingness to kiss you. You looked back at Joel and his eyes were shut tightly. 
“I’m sorry–I shouldn’t have–” You try to break away but he tightens his grip around you. 
“I’m just trying to savor this moment.” Joel whispers. You meet his lips again, hungrier, needier. Both of your hands exploring each other as if to make sure this was real and you weren’t dreaming it. 
“Joel.” You break away as he strokes your cheek. “Let’s go to bed.” 
“Yes ma’am.” He says. 
It’s no shock that after all this time, you and Joel still fit together like a glove. Your body melts into his with a comfort that you haven’t felt in years. You didn’t know your body could ever feel that good again. 
You didn’t think your hair, greasy and damaged when you looked at it in the mirror, could be stroked like that again. As if Joel had gotten a spool of gold and he didn’t want to ruin it, Joel petted you with delicacy as he undressed you. 
Your stomach, somehow softened throughout the years with age even though you hadn’t had proper nourishment in years, being planted with soft kisses as Joel moved south, desperate to taste your pussy again. 
You climb onto his lap and grip him with one hand, still as thick and as long as ever. You take a moment to look at him through the moonlight, after all these years he’s still incredibly handsome but this world took the sparkle in his eye away. 
“Please, sweetheart.” Joel begs. “Let me feel you again. I’m desperate.” 
That word is what makes you sink down onto him, inch by inch until he’s all the way inside. It was probably a bad idea to attempt to do this without any prep work but you didn’t care, you needed him and it filled a part of you that hadn’t been taken care of in years. 
“Fuck. Fuck.” Joel rasps. “You’re still so goddamn tight.” You can feel your inner muscles clenching at his thickness and the desperate groan that he releases makes you weak. 
You start to move, slowly, as his fingers dig into your hips. The pressure between the two of you is unbearable, you feel him and his full length but you’re desperate for more release. Joel’s ragged breaths concern you, though. 
“Are you gonna be okay if I go faster?” You ask him. 
“I ain’t that old, sweetheart.” Joel rasps under you, that damn smile back in action. 
And with that, you lifted yourself up and slammed yourself into him, grinding your clit against his cock at a fast and desperate pace. 
He moves forward, putting a mouthful of your breast into his mouth as his other hand rests on your lower back. You can feel the intense pleasure so blindly that you don’t know how long it’ll be until it boils over. When you contract around him and cum, Joel lets out an animalistic groan. 
“Fuck, that’s it.” He moans. “Milk my cock, baby.” 
You ride out your orgasm and just when you think you have time to recover, Joel begins to thrust upward deep and hard. His hips snapping up and bouncing you on top of him. He tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling you down to thrust his tongue into your mouth. 
You suck his tongue and desperately cling to him, unsure how much longer you’ll be able to go without cumming again. 
“I can feel it, sweetheart.” Joel groans. “Cum around my cock one more time, just give me one more. Please.” 
He breaks free from your tight embrace to rub your swollen clit as you grind on top of him again, trying to remain as silent as possible so you don’t wake anyone else in the house. 
You convulse and cum around him again, dizzy with pleasure as he takes one leg for leverage and begins to fuck into you harder than before. At this point, you can’t control the sounds coming out of you as he hits a spot inside of you that feels so good. His hips begin to stutter and Joel fills himself into you. He cums so hard that you feel it leaking out of you while he’s still inside. 
The two of you stayed just like that for a few moments, clung to each other as you heard his heartbeat hammering inside of his chest. You peppered soft kisses onto his body as you got from on top of him. The contrast of being full and then leaving him made you wince. 
Joel got up from the bed and you hesitated for a moment. Did he regret this decision? Was he going to sleep in his own bed? When he came back, he had a warm washcloth and he used it to wipe between your legs. Hot water will never be taken for granted in this world. 
The two of you then snuggled up together, the situation being better left unsaid. You knew that you both had to start preparing for the morning, so instead of talking, you just shut your eyes and tried to enjoy his strong arms around you. 
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You heard a faint knock at the door and almost forgot where you were for a moment. When you felt Joel’s arms around you, his lips pressing against your cheek, you woke up with the biggest smile you’d had in a very long time. 
“Good morning, you two.” Ellie shouts throughout the door. “Knock knock. Megan’s making breakfast, wake your asses up, lovebirds!” 
“Don’t–don’t come in here Ellie.” Joel tries to exclaim, sleep in his voice. 
“I’m fucking good, man. I’m gonna help Megan with breakfast.” You hear her footsteps as she leaves the hallway and you turn to him. 
He was still there. And suddenly you were reminded of each and every time he’d stayed over, Megan making everyone breakfast as you’d talk and laugh through the previous night. 
This morning was no different. It felt oddly comfortable, the four of you enjoying each other’s company even though you knew it had to end. You’d spent the rest of the morning gathering supplies but then it was time to grab your backpack out of the bedroom. 
Joel was sitting on the edge of the bed. It reminded you of how things were the previous day, where he couldn’t look you in the eye. He was riddled with discomfort. In this world, you’re so used to not even having to say goodbye. That’s honestly not as painful as having to do it. 
You walk up to him, giving him a long hug. 
“Joel, if it’s true what you told me – if she’s immune – this is huge. It might give the world another chance. It might give us another chance.” You say to him. 
“You still have so much hope for the world. That's why I will always love you.” Joel whispers. You feel your heart crack. You feel the toolbox in your chest start to rattle. 
You know you shouldn’t say it. You know you’d be an idiot to say something so vulnerable and stupid in this world. But if you don’t say it, what else do you have? 
“I love you too, Joel. Take care of yourself, okay? Take care of Ellie. If you ever find yourself at the Philadelphia QZ you know where to find me.” You say to him. 
He presses his lips against you softly. As if to savor every moment, every feeling. Every curve and swell of your lip. He grabs at the back of your neck and you mimic him, grabbing the back of his. As if pushing further into the kiss could bring you back to those hot Austin nights. 
Because you knew this was the last time you’d get a good taste of home. 
You walk him out towards the car, Ellie already next to the passenger seat bouncing up and down because she had never ridden in a car before. You and Megan send them both off, his reflection in the rearview mirror never leaving your sight until the truck becomes a small blur. 
“You gonna be okay?” Megan asks you, with that same look of worry she had given you the night before. 
You’re not sure if you will be, but you have to forge ahead as you always do. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.” You state. And the two of you get ready to go, heading into the car back to the QZ. 
“Talk about a blast from the fuckin’ past.” Megan says, starting the car. “It’s funny…I had actually heard about Nick – y'know the one that was in the Fireflies– talking about somewhere in Jackson. Small fuckin’ world.” 
You lean your head up against the car window. Your thoughts immediately go back to last night. 
Small fuckin’ world indeed. 
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Sleeping Bag (Joel Miller x Reader)
Word count: 1.7K
Summary: you can’t get comfortable in your sleeping bag, so joel invites you into his
Tags: age gap (mostly implied), anxiety, fluff, protective/caring!joel, comfort, cuddling, sharing a sleeping bag (instead of the one bed trope lol), kissing (forehead and lips), it’s just cute short and fun
A/N: simple and quick, inspired by ep 4 when joel and ellie were in sleeping bags in the woods, but no explicit spoilers. I’ve been wanting to write for joel since episode one and finally got an idea. pretty sure more will be coming soon…
Cross-posted to ao3
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After sleeping in a bed in the QZ’s for years, suddenly trying to get comfortable in a sleeping bag on the ground was proving difficult for you.
What a spoiled thought to have, right? Well, it wasn’t just that. You were out in the open woods. There could be infected anywhere. They could come for you any second. How could you close your eyes and rest peacefully knowing you were no longer behind the barrier walls?
Ellie was already asleep, you could hear her light snores. Your back was facing him, but assumed Joel was asleep as well given his stillness. You rolled from your side to your back and sighed.
You had to sleep. You should’ve been tired. You and Joel had taken turns driving, although since you didn’t have much driving experience Joel became concerned when you began to struggle with the gear shift and mixed up the pedals (it only happened once but he couldn’t let it go). Joel had grown exhausted and didn’t want to stress you out by making you drive without him as backup/support, so you all stopped for the night. He was thoughtful like that; even if he was a bit grouchy sometimes.
You turned from your back to your other side, eyes landing on Joel. He was facing you, eyes closed, breathing steadily. The older man actually seemed to be at peace. He only looked like that when he was asleep. The moment he woke up, you knew he’d have that slight pout and furrow of his brows that you’d become accustomed to.
If Joel caught you staring, you wondered what he’d say. You could never pinpoint the way he viewed you. Friend? Daughter? Burden? You’d be way more okay with the previous two as long as it wasn’t the third. Although if you were being honest with yourself, you hoped it was none of the above.
Despite his age and his tough nature, you had a thing for Joel. Like, a thing. Feelings, attraction, affection—whatever you wanted to call it. Definitely a crush. Love? Maybe. It was a little bit confusing, but nothing in this life was simple.
Joel had taken you under his wing a while back and looked after you. He was incredibly protective and even if he wasn’t the best with expressing himself, Joel cared for you. He made you feel safe. He was there for you when you had no one else.
You rolled to your other side. Then back. Simply put, tossing and turning. The thought that you were being loud don’t even cross your mind until—
“What are you doing?” Joel’s voice caught your attention.
You let out a sigh, feeling bad that you’d woken the man up. You turned back to face him. “I can’t sleep,” you confessed.
“I can tell,” he murmured. “Do you plan on rolling around all night?”
You frowned to yourself. “I'm sorry.”
Joel exhaled softly and even in the dark, you could see the sympathy in those deep brown eyes of his. You hadn’t realized that subconsciously, you’d moved closer to him.
“It’s okay.” He had a soft spot for you, even though he’d probably deny it.
“I’ll try and be… still, I guess.” You knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. “Just go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.” That was a lie.
“No,” he decided after a moment. You furrowed your brows. “You need sleep too.”
“I can’t get comfortable,” you replied. You let a few seconds pass before adding, “…and I’m too anxious.”
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Joel promised like if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that.
It meant a lot, it really did. But you huffed out a humorless laugh and went to a worse case scenario. “You’re all the way over there. If an infected wanted to get me, it could. Before you could stop it.”
Joel was quiet for a few beats. You hadn’t meant to insult him, but it was true. It didn’t matter how safe you felt with him there. They were faster than him. Faster than anyone.
“So then come over here,” Joel offered, voice still thick with sleep. It sounded incredibly enticing.
The image of you crawling into his sleeping bag crossed your mind faster than you could stop it. You had to do a double take. “Like… scoot over there?” you tried to clarify inconspicuously.
“If you’re against sharing with me.”
So, he had meant what you’d hoped for. Your heart skipped a little beat and you swallowed.
“I’m not.”
All Joel did was hum. You unzipped your sleeping bag and left the warmth. Joel was ready and waiting when you moved over to him, enveloping you into the safety of his sleeping bag and heavy arms. You wiggled around a little bit until you got comfortable. For the first time since you’d left the QZ, it didn’t take long.
“Thank you,” you mumbled softly, trying to keep your breathing calm. Being so close to Joel was causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounded so close to your ear.
“Mmhhmm,” he hummed from deep in his throat with closed lips. You thought it was going to be left at that, but then you heard his gruff voice. “I know it’s been hard on you.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but he continued. “Even if you’re too stubborn to admit it beyond makin’ snarky comments.”
You took in a breath. He got you on that one, and you both knew it. “Since when do you know me this well?”
“Since always,” Joel pointed out. “You’re easy to read.”
“For you maybe.”
“Yeah, for me,” he agreed, sounding pleased with himself. Joel was silent for a long moment, listening to the soft rustle of your body as you gazed around your surroundings. The grass, the trees, the darkness… “I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
The sudden apology confused you. “What?”
“You’ve never been outside of the QZ before, and for good reason,” Joel started. “It’s a scary world out here and I shouldn’t have subjected you to it. I shouldn’t have brought you along.”
His voice was full of guilt that seemed to come out of nowhere, but given all he had to say you suspected he’d been carrying it since you left.
“I wanted to come with you,” you assured him. You never second guessed that decision despite everything that had happened so far. “Where is this coming from?”
“You’re scared and it’s my fault.” You could hear the deep frown in his voice.
“You’re the reason I feel safe right now,” you said without a second thought. It was true. You wanted him to know that. There was something you wanted to know too, now, and you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you not want me here?”
“I do,” Joel confessed. “That’s why I’m selfish.” There was a pause but you didn’t dare speak. “I didn’t want to be away from you.”
A wave of realization crashed over you.
You wiggled around, turning until you were facing him. You offered him a soft, delicate smile that you hoped he could see despite the dark.
“It almost sounds like you care about me. A lot,” you couldn’t help but tease.
“You know I care about you,” Joel stated, like it was the most obvious thing. Maybe he’d tried to cover it up in the past, but someone would have to be blind to not see that you meant something to Joel.
“I care about you too,” you admitted with much more ease. He knew, though.
Joel, in an uncharacteristically soft gesture, pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could hardly believe it. But it felt nice. You liked the affection. And coming from someone like Joel who never let their guard down, it was significant enough to leave you speechless.
“It’s gonna be daylight soon,” he muttered. You should try and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, okay,” you agreed with a slight nod. “Just… one more thing.” It took everything you had to be brave enough to say that, and to do what you were going to do next.
There was basically no space between the two of you, but you managed to bring your hand up to Joel’s face and cup his jaw. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Joel didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. He took charge, but it wasn’t surprising. He had a dominating presence and was rough around the edges, you didn’t think he’d be delicate with you.
Not that you minded.
His lips moved against yours, almost in a frenzy. Like he was scared you’d slip away from him. It was so needy, so passionate. You wished you would’ve done this much, much sooner
Joel found the willpower to break away from the kiss before you. You would’ve happily lost consciousness in order to kiss him for just a few more moments. But then you’d worry him, and you hated to see Joel worry.
But you didn’t see worry when you looked into his eyes. You saw a hint of wonder. You were both staring into a new beginning as you gazed upon one another. He was panting a little, both of your soft breaths intertwining.
“You need sleep,” he reminded you.
Of course he still couldn’t drop the protector role. He wasn’t wrong about that, either. You smiled to yourself, the feel of his lips still ghosting yours despite the distance. You twisted in the sleeping bag without a word, knowing that you’d never be able to sleep facing Joel. You’d probably be too busy staring at him…
So yeah, you laid with your back to his chest and closed your eyes. His arms held you tight against his firm body. Not only providing warmth, but security as well.
“Goodnight,” Joel mumbled to you, already dozing back off. You could hear the soft smile in his voice despite the tiredness. It seemed easier for him to sleep wherever, although you liked to think you were bringing him some kind of comfort as well. With the way he held you against him it wouldn’t be an unrealistic thought.
“Goodnight, Joel,” you replied softly, finally able to relax your breathing. The feel of Joel’s body pressed against you, his strong arms around you—it felt like a dream. Safe and sound, away from the dangers that lie not far off. And soon enough, you were finally able to close your eyes and fall into a peaceful sleep.
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𝙍𝙚𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙩, 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 - 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (1/?)
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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮• 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙞𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, (𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮). 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨• 𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙂𝘼𝙋 (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮-𝙢𝙞𝙙 20'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙡, 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬...), 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 18+, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩, 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙤𝙝 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝... 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙮𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙘 & 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨), 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩. 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣... 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏. (𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝!𝙩, 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩). 𝘼𝙄𝙉• 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙋𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 2021 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 17, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 1 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 1/2 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 19. 1 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧, 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 18, 𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙬... 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙢𝙚. (𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙨3 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙢𝙜) 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙗𝙚 𝙡'𝙢 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙. 𝙉𝙊 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙔
PART 2
✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚)
♪ ♫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀
As the sun starts peeking through the dusty curtain in the room, you open your eyes. It’s too early, the sunlight looking more reddish rather than yellow. He’s behind you, arms protectively holding your stomach. You can feel him inside you, because he’s still there. It was extremely risky being in that position on a day like that, staying in an abandoned hotel to rest the day before. With a teenager on the couch of the living room and the probability of needing to get away running from there, however, Joel and you decide to not worry about that and have a passionate night.
“Hey…” his raspy voice startles you. You woke him up when you started squirming, trying to stretch yourself and make your bones crack a little. “Morning, handsome”
“Not old man anymore, huh?” your giggles make him smile. It was almost impossible to make Joel smile when you met him a year and a half ago. Not that you tried to do so, but he never smiled. And now, you were able to make his muscles form a smile almost every day. “Nah, you demonstrated and proved me wrong very well last night.”
“I had a good night somehow. But I have to say you were very reckless, you had to wake me up to keep a watch” there’s your old man again. Sometimes, moments like that reminded you of the big age gap between you two. “I know…, sorry. I fell asleep before I could even think about it. Sorry again…”
“It’s not okay, but okay, darlin’…” he doesn’t like when you do things like that; forgetting about something important, and changing plans at the last minute, among other things. But he hates scolding you. He knows you’re a woman, who can take of herself. Yet, he was extremely protective of you. Especially after the state you were in when he met you.
“We need to keep searching the whole building before the evening. Let’s start moving on…” you were right. But all Joel can focus on is your small naked back facing him. You giggle again, looking at something with your face down. “What?…”
“It’s all leaking out…” he knows what you mean, but he can’t blush anymore, because it’s not something to be blushed about. “Can I tell you something?”
“Uh-huh…” you turn to see him blinking a couple of times, before seating in the bed to stretch too. Even though he is a grown man, work and the “missions” he always ended up in, made him a little muscular, and you always complimented that on him, no matter how often he would state he was old and tired. “I…, I-uh, I’ve come to accept that… I want to have a baby”
“What?” the tone of his voice sounds very confused, even hostile. Immediately you got nervous and anxious as usual. It was a dangerous subject, he had a lot of traumas related to that, and so you did. But you thought you could move on and start a new family, you believed in possibilities. “I know it’s sudden. I just, if everything goes right, we could have a life again.”
“To get to that, there’s a lot to come. It could take some years or decades. And you know it…” as you put on your underwear, you can’t help but sigh. “Ellie could be the solution. We could build a home, harvest, and settle down, Joel. We can’t live our lives in misery for our pasts”
“And how do you plan that? because you are suggesting making it real now. So what? you get pregnant, and we continue the journey to deliver the girl until you get insanely huge and we can’t keep going. What if you end up delivering on the road? What if you get sick? What if you get infected? I think we have enough for now” the way he spits the words, it makes it sound so wrong. Like all you ever wanted since you were left alone was stupid, even disgusting. “You make it sound like it’s repulsive”
“It is repulsive to be thinking about having a kid these days” after all you were a mature adult who understood. It was insane, but not repulsive, though. He had his right to avoid the subject, but he didn’t have to be so harsh about it. “Even in the future. What the fuck is going to be a life for a kid in a shit like it is and will be this world?”
“Why you can’t let yourself be happy? You don’t even try it and you already make me happy enough to think about a safe future. Is it because of your daughter?” he points at you, looking at your figure now fully clothed in cargo pants and long sleeve top. “Don’t…”
“Yes, I do. You suffered, I know, you had to be in the outbreak day and suffered. But I also suffered, I grew up in this disaster with a family. I had everything!” some tears swell in your eyes, but you force yourself to keep whispering, backing up the tears. Hoping you don’t wake the girl outside the room yet. “You lost your family twenty years ago. I lost mine sixteen months ago. I thought we could survive this together…” he shuts his eyes, blocking the memory of the day he lost his Sarah. He accepts he’s being mean, but you hit the wrong one of his nerves. “You could stop being a depressed old man and be happy again”
“And you could stop being a delusional child who dreams of things that can’t happen! Just accept this is your life, y/n.” you glance directly at him, rage invades your chest, and you just want to leave him alone. “There’s nothing you can do to change our pasts. We’re not even together, we have cargo to deliver. So no, I won’t have kids with you!”
The world stops, and your heartbeats decrease. Suddenly you find yourself scared to have an anemic breakdown and faint because of it. But when the pitch in your ears stops, a ringing replaces it, securing your health for the moment. “Y/n…”
“No, just forget about this. Forget everything” when you remark everything, you try to tell him that you won’t sleep with him again, you won’t try to cherish him, you’re just on the same path for Ellie and the reward. Not for some emotional connection, or because you were in love with him.
Joel looks hesitant at you, but just as your eyes collide with him, he turns away from you, sliding into his underwear and dressing. You hear Ellie moving around, and you worry, so you get out of the room. That’s when you see the girl looking through the window, so you can slam the door of the bedroom, confirming how angry you were.
“Are you ready?” the girl nods turning to you. You can’t tell if she heard you and Joel, but if she did, she was very good at pretending. “Where the fuck is my backpack?”
“Under the blanket. I put it there” you spot the gray blanket, there was your backpack. You were too tired to drag it inside the room the night before. “Thanks”
“I wish I could give you something to eat. We’ll find something on the way, m‘kay?” Ellie nods again. She feels more comfortable with you, not that she hated Joel, but the man was extremely closed-minded and a little bitter to her. “It’s okay. You feed us really well yesterday”
“Hope we can find the goddamit supplies and leave as soon as possible” Joel came out of the room, with his face serious and piercing as usual. He barely glanced at Ellie before landing his eyes on you, while you were putting your jacket and backpack on. You won’t give him a single look, not when you’re mad and hurt. For the moment, you didn’t even want to exist. You felt like you were taking time, a lot of time. If the three of you were in that abandoned hotel, was for you. Because you needed your inhalators and iron supplies.
“We have to get going…” was the only thing Joel said. Ellie waited at the door and you ignored him as you exited the room. With a gun and flashlight in both hands, you start leading the way.
“Where is the lounge aisle?” Ellie asked when you reached the end of the hallway. Before you could open the wide door that would lead to the stairs, Joel stopped you, putting his whole arm over your chest, obstructing your hands in the way. “It’s not safe…”
“The lounge must be at the top. Or close to it” you preferred to answer the girl instead of looking at Joel. Something was itching on your calf, but in the kind of days you lived in, you didn’t have time to check and scratch, you had to keep going.
“We’re on the fifth floor. The lounge is on the…twelve” announced Joel coming back from the stairs. “It’s dangerous, we would make a lot of noise. I’ll go, you two stay in the room”
“What? No, we can’t split, no, I refuse” Ellie protested, silently, you agreed with her. “This is not a decision for you to make”
“Listen, bitter old man, you agree-…” before the girl can’t go on, you shush her. “Enough. It’s all of us or nothing”
Joel didn’t want to keep arguing with you, even less with Ellie being present. He regretted most of the things he said to you. In the end, you were right, he made his own life miserable for the terrors of his past. He had the opportunity to change that now, and he was rejecting it.
The way upstairs is quiet, even uncomfortable. You can feel Joel’s eyes on you, always trying to protect you. Opening the doors to check for any danger before you can, turning back to see if you’re not having an asthma attack, or close to fainting. And you can’t hate him, but you were truly hurt.
“It’s here” you whisper, pointing at the elegant sign of Lounge in front of you. It must have been a luxurious hotel, and it made you sad to see it frozen in time. Carefully, you open the door with the gun in your other hand. Ready to fight whatever is waiting for you on the other side, but it’s empty. “And it’s clear…”
Rumors said that the oldest hotel in downtown was left in 2017 with medicines, vitamins, and more as a container for FEDRA. Because the quarantine zone was too eager and desperate, and it would have been chaos for everyone if the supplies were there. Joel was too kind to make some deals and bribes until he knew that it wasn’t in custody, five soldiers going there once in a month, but that was it.
“Why are we here?” Ellie asked looking expectantly. You sighed, knowing that Joel was looking at you, he knew the answer but he wouldn’t tell Ellie. “I need some medicines….”
“Why? You don’t look sick” again, you sighed. There were boxes with letters and colors, it was freezing inside the room, but at least they keep the correct temperature.
“I have asthma. And anemia…” you hated when people looked at you with pity. It wasn’t like you were dying, you weren’t infected. You would survive as long as you could because you couldn’t eat decently to regain iron naturally, and asthma would always fuck your lungs, forever.
“I went to school but…” the girl said looking at Joel before he could send a snarky comment to her. “Anemia isn’t like your blood is fucked up and you’re at the verge of dying?”
“Sorta, it means that I don’t have enough red cells in my blood, so I don’t have enough oxygen flowing through my organism” relief floods you when you find a big binder in a creaky table near a window. It’s a big index that indicates what color and numbers are for every box in the room. “I need iron and inhalators. You said it, I don’t look sick”
“But you are…” Joel said behind you. Ellie could feel the tension when you didn’t answer, you don’t even turn around, you keep looking at the binder. Scanning the list, you see the orange section. E-075 to F-004 vitamins, supplies, and minerals. “Gotcha”
“What?” thankfully Ellie asked, getting closer to you. You were too proud and stubborn to ask Joel to help you find the damn medicines.
“It’s in the orange boxes…” something in the back of your head was telling you to see what was itching in your calf. It felt like a needle dangling and gently scratching your skin with some movements. Everyone started to look in the orange boxes. And by the second box you opened, detached cooler air hit your face, and finally, iron sucrose injections were everywhere. No more ups and down on your heartbeats, fainting, or headache, at least for now.
“Injections… wouldn’t be better to get pills?” Ellie was fun to have around. A week and a half were enough to like her. “Pills would take me months to recover, I don’t have months”
“Yeah, and it’s not like that old man it’s the most gentle. He was a dick in the morning…”
“What?” you whispered like her but in panic. Grabbing tons of the injections and putting them in your backpack she holds the box open for you. “I heard you two. Thankfully I was asleep to hear you had fun last night. But I wasn’t very lucky in the morning….”
“I’m not discussing this with you, missy” she shrugged but helped you. “I just think that you’re not crazy for dreaming with a family”
“Not crazy, just traumatized” without thinking clearly, you grab some tablets of vitamins, just in case. You can hear Joel opening more boxes, he can’t hear your conversation for sure, but he can tell you two are whispering. “What happened to your family?”
“Uh…In the quarantine zone, we were the only remaining family. All of us survived, from my grandparents to my uncles. My grandma and I worked in the little clinic as nurses. But, Uhm… I guess life’s a bitch. They all got infected somehow and… I, I-…I had to end things by myself” Ellie gets quiet. Joel told her that he had to kill a lot of infected people before but… she never heard of someone having to kill their own family. “Sorry…”
“That’s why you ended up with him?” she means if that’s how you met Joel, so you nod. “I ended up being his neighbor, and… he took me because I was… super sick. That’s when the anemia got worse, I remember I couldn’t even talk” Ellie appreciated that you had the ovaries to tell her more of you. In the beginning, she found it weird that Joel was very close to you, and she was grossed out when she found you kissing him. But as the days kept going, she got used to it, finding very shocking how sweet the old man was to you. And now with this…
“I thought… he loved me,” you said to yourself, but Ellie heard. Some sadness came when a specific iron supplement box came in your hand. It was for pregnant women.
I thought he loved me. It was just a comment back in the morning. You weren’t begging Joel to get you pregnant, you just wanted him to cheer you up, and sprinkle some hope on your broken dream of a family. He didn’t want to have more kids, especially because of you. After all this time he only saw you like an immature teen who was still in shock. He didn’t love you, he just got used to your company. That’s why he got you in his bed, why he cared for you, it wasn’t love? No, it wasn’t. This life is shit, and maybe he’s right, you should stop living in a fantasy that will never become real. Just deliver Ellie and then live a life in an isolated house, alone, just like you will die. And that fucking itch!… oh. No, no, no, no. This isn’t happening, yesterday when some clickers attacked us, I pushed its head back up, but he didn’t bite me. Joel grabbed me and killed that thing before he could bite me. But that’s why I’ve been feeling this itch, I’m infected. This is how I die…
“Y/n… Are you okay?” you burst out of your inner soliloquy, if that even existed. “You’re scaring me, y/n”
“I’m infected. Ellie…” you ran outside of the room before she can say anything. The contrast between the cold air inside and the dry weather hits you, making you feel twice as sick. You start hearing that disgusting pitch in your ears, and tears form in your eyes because you know what’s coming.
“Hey, no!, ¡y/n, wait!” at Ellie’s scream, Joel came hurriedly, with his backpack in hand. “What happened?, Where’s y/n?” Ellie is frozen. She found it very scary how you acted, she didn’t know how to deal with a person having a panic attack. “Ellie! Where’s y/n?”
“She was frozen, like in shock. Then she-, she, she said she was infected and run outside” Joel cursed, also entering in panic. It was the first time he called her for her name, and none of them noticed it. “Shit!…” as he started running outside and didn’t find you there, a memory crashed him, instantly giving him a headache.
On a rainy night, Joel finished feeding you. Improvement on you was notorious, but you were still very damaged. Everything was quiet, just the rain drops tapping on his window, until you spoke.
“If I ever get infected, I’ll run into the closest building and get to the rooftop. So I will wait until I get fully infected, and then I’ll jump. Nobody has to kill me, it’ll be an accident. But only if I don’t jump by myself fully conscious…”
Ellie doesn’t understand anything. She’s only following Joel upstairs. She feels scared. It was different when you see someone you care about in trance, a scary trance. Because Ellie cares for you. You clapped her imprudent jokes, you talked with her, and you weren’t afraid of sharing topics that could be embarrassing for Joel. You were amazing. And it scared her to see you like that, she feared losing you.
Just as Joel did, but twice. He couldn’t care about his back or tired knees, he just needed to run faster to get you and stop you from doing something stupid. The guilt was eating him alive. Something had startled you because what Ellie described to him was a panic attack. He only saw you having one since he met you, and it wasn’t pleasant.
Heavily scared, Joel opened the door that would lead them to the rooftop. And just as he stepped outside, he saw you. Looking at the ground, lost. Extremely pale and trembling. A panic attack and your blood pressure decreasing at the same time is one of the worst things that could happen.
“Darlin’, stop walking towards the edge…” you could hear a distant voice, probably Ellie or Joel. You feared a lot in your life, but the anxiety and sickness were killing you. You would not happily die if you got infected Joel last night. And if he was watching you on the verge of it, it would end up destroying you. “Yer fine! It’s okay, y/n!”
That awful feeling. It was useless fighting against your body, you would faint at any moment, nausea and tears soaking your face, the heartache of what Joel said to you, the memory of your family crawling and killing each other. You weren’t ready to die.
“What are you doing?” Joel stopped Ellie when she tried to get you. “She’s gonna end up falling, let me go!”
“Stay back” he slowly walked towards you. His instincts activated when you closed your eyes, giving up. He sunk to his knees as he grabbed your unconscious body, moving your hair away from your face, and holding the tears forming in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” he whispered as he hugged your head, pulling you onto his chest. “Forgive me…”
Ellie walked cautiously towards you two. She could tell how bad you were feeling, even unconscious. When she saw Joel at the verge of crying, Ellie got surprised. Maybe Joel loved you too, he was a broken man after all. But she was focused on your leg. Because she remembered watching you crawling backward to stop a stalker to jump on you, and if you were really infected, she had to see.
“She’s like me…” Joel looked at the girl distressed. Ellie pulled a big splinter from your pants, but when Joel looked at your skin, he gasped in surprise. You were bitten, but the wound was clean, completely healed.
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idk, part 2? No, reader is not dead.
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“Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you, darlin’….” (part 5)
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Pairing: Joel Miller x wife!reader
SERIES MASTERLIST
Synopsis: no one mourns the wicked.
A/N:yippie I’m on a roll! This is gonna be the last update this week until the next episode comes out! Get hyped ig 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻 again, thank you so so much for all the support you’re showing for this series, I’m so so thankful! Please feel free to send in requests so we’re not just sitting here waiting for the next episode 😭 also watching Tess and that infected make out was so gross I can’t
Warnings: violence, percieved cheating , feminine rage, mentions of a lost child, gore, cursing. Smut in future chapters
The lot of you traveled inside the dingy building, it reminded you of some of those horror movies you and Joel would watch on rainy days, curled up together on the couch. But then again, what wasn’t like a horror movie anymore?
You denied yourself the luxury of gagging at the smell and scenery of the room. Rotted, fungus infested bodies were molded to the floors and walls.
You tread carefully, not daring to misstep.
“Yeah. Cooked.” Joel sighed, sounding relieved
“Finally some fuckin luck” Tess huffed lowly.
“I guess we shoulda gone this way in the first place…” you muttered lowly as your light scanned the rotted room.
“Oh shit…!” You heard Ellie exclaim, and turned to face her, seeing a fresh corpse, scratches set into the skin. He’d been brutalized. “What the fuck did that??” She asked, staring at the gashed up body.
“Maybe…” Tess trailed, breathless as she suddenly began whispering. She was trying to come up with the explanation that would scare the girl the least “maybe he was attacked outside, and he crawled through the doors. Door was open, could’ve been him…” she whispered
“I don’t hear anything” you tried to soothe Tess, you knew if she panicked she’d get sloppy. Get sloppy, get killed.
“Who would you hear?” Ellie asked, her tone louder than yours or Tess’ causing the three of you to quickly look at her
All three adults made a panicked gesture for her to be quiet, Joel holding a hand up for her to shut up, Tess mouthing a ‘shhh!’ And yourself pressing a finger to your lips
“…who would you hear…?” She tried again, whispering “are you saying an infected did that??” She asked, eyes wide
A pause as she looked between the adults “because I’ve been attacked by one and it didn’t look like that…”
“Okay, from this point we are silent…” Joel said slowly “not quiet, silent.” He stressed
“What—“
“No. No questions. Just. Do it.” Joel urged, whispering lowly.
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Silence.
The group stalked through the building, up the stairs, the only sound heard was the protesting squealing of the floor boards of the stairs. The room get like it was gonna collapse.
Joel — who was leading— stood at the fourth stair from the landing when a low rumble shook the decrepit museum, causing all to freeze.
You could feel your pulse behind your eyes as you looked to Joel, wide-eyed, and he gave you a silent, but comforting look in return.
Soon he continued up the stairs, examining the fungus that tree in plates over the walls and floor. All adults carefully avoided the fungus but a cringe responded as Ellie accidentally stepped on some.
Joel whipped around to rage her; silently pleading with her to be more careful before continuing up and into a room labeled ‘INDEPENDENCE HALL’
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Once in the room, Ellie and Tess crashed to the floor as the previous part of the building collapsed.
Silence after the loud, angry grumbling of the building. You all stared at eachother.
Then…. A clicking, coming from the next room over.
You looked to Joel, then to Tess, then to Ellie. You gestured to Ellie for her to get behind you at the group continued to stalk through the room, accompanied by the percussion of the clicker in the next room. None of your had just time to worry about it though as the sound of a second clicker rang out, causing all to turn to whet it came from. The clickers emerged from their rooms, and wandered, looking for the source of the noise.
You all pressed tight to a glass display and Joel turned to Ellie, mouthing to her ‘they can’t see, but they can hear’ a pause as the clicker convulsed behind the display case. Joel pressed a finger to his lips, and the message to Ellie was clear. Be quiet. She slowly nodded, showing she understood.
The clicker, wandering, stumbled around the case and when Ellie saw it, her breath picked up, causing the clicker to quickly turn to them and screech, running at them. Quickly, Joel shot at the creature and pushed it with the side of his rifle only for it to pull him with it. “Run!!” He yelled at Tess and Ellie as you covered him as the second clicker came running for the sound.
Soon the two of you took off running as well, Joel distracting the clicker by breaking a case and quickly hiding around the corner with you, tucking you under his arm, close to his chest as he quickly reloaded.
Silence.
And then, a creak as the man slowly took his flashlight in hand and turned to shine it around the corner. The clicker was right there. But suddenly, it turned, stumbling away.
You and Joel stalked off quickly and found Ellie soon after. She was frozen with fear. Joel caught her attention, gesturing for her to follow him as the clicker stalked slowly towards them.
Joel suddenly paused as something crackled under his feet, glass.
A pause of hesitation before the three of you tried to run but were swiftly tackled by the clicker
Ellie whimpered as it tried to get at her, you pulled it off of you, and then Joel pulled it from you and shot it four times in the stomach and rolled it off of him.
He stood, shooting it in the head a few times before he was out of ammo. The second clicker came running towards the noise only for Tess to get it in the ear with an axe.
You spotted Joel’s rifle and swiftly shot the clicker in the head.
Once ……
Twice……..
Dead.
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Panting filled the room.
“You okay?” Tess asked, quickly going over to Joel, holding his face in her hands, until she found you shoving between them, pushing her off of him
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Tess snapped
“I could ask you the same fuckin thing!” you hissed furious as you pulled your knife from your hip and pressed it to her throat
“where the fuck do you get off makin’ eyes at my husband?” You hissed
“Oh please I wasn’t ‘makin’ eyes’ at anyone, he was just making sure I was alright!” She argued, scoffing
“Yeah, that why you were in our bed yesterday? Why I was on the fuckin’ couch?” You scoffed
“I was in his bed cuz you weren’t home! You weren’t there for him!” She screeched indignantly.
“That bullshit! I was working! I don’t see you working extra hours to make sure he’s fed! I didn’t see you there for him for the past 20 years! What’s his favorite food? Huh?”
She was silent, staring at you
“What football team did he always cheer for?”
Silence
“How does he take his fuckin’ coffee?” You spat
She was silent
“We’re you the one who’s daughter fuckin died?”
Silence.
“No. Right. Because I’m his fuckin wife bitch. 25 years and counting. It’d do you good to fuckin remember it” you growled lowly to her, before pushing off of her.
You turned to Joel, who you couldn’t tell if he was angry or turned on “let’s go, and get this kid where she needs to be and go get Tommy. I can’t look at her anymore” you said lowly. You looked to Ellie and your features softened “you okay…?” You asked her lowly.
“I think so yeah…” she said, she looked at her arm and sighed, showing you the scratch “well I mean if it was gonna happen to anyone, it was better me” she tried to joke.
You chuckled quietly at this.
Joel came up next to you, offered Ellie a bandage “put this on yer arm…” he said simply.
Ellie nodded “thanks…” she said quietly.
Ellie wandered over to a plank that went from one roof to another “over there?” She asked softly
“Yeah I know it looks scary…” Joel trailed
“That was scary…” Ellie trailed as she began to walk across “this is wood.”
As she got across, under the watchful eye of Joel, he spoke up again “just wait over there! Give us a minute” he urged
Tess was left to bandage her own ankle as you and Joel went off to the side “there’s probably more ahead…” he grumbled lowly
“So we’ll deal with them then…” you finished for him, giving him a look that said ‘stop worrying so much about this’
“What about this kid?” He asked, glancing over to Ellie “the first bite didn’t take but maybe the second—“
“Joel just take the good news—“ you cut him off, getting frustrated
The man stepped towards you, taking your face in his big hand “I need to look out for us… for you…” he said quietly, gently caressing your cheek “angel, you are the most important thing… this kid, she can’t get in the way of this…” he said sternly
“Joel.” You said, tone low and warning “we’re nearly there, so let’s just take it in stride… roll with the punches” you said simply
A long pregnant pause
“I didn’t mean to let her be in bed with me- I was drunk- had taken some pills to fall asleep I couldn’t—“ Joel tried to explain
“Joel, I’m not mad at you, she shoulda known better…” you hissed lowly “but that’s not important right now. We have precious cargo. Lets get it delivered”
You walked ahead, across the planks, and the man followed soon after you. The both of you decided to ignore tess’ lingering gaze on you as you took your spot next to Ellie, Joel stood a bit off to the side, watching the both of you carefully.
“So, what do you think?” You asked Ellie, looking ahead at the state building “is it everything you ever wanted?” You asked teasingly
“Well, the court is still out but… you can’t deny that view” she sighed breathlessly, curing a chuckle from you.
Joel looked at the two of you oddly, smiling ever so slightly but it quickly fell as Tess came back
“Come on, let’s just get there before it gets dark” the woman shouldered past you, obviously in a hurry
She worked down the latter, groaning as she went along. Joel looked to Ellie and nodded for her to follow, then you, then he followed, but not after a pause, thinking over how you acted with Ellie.
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The lot of you soon found your way to the state building… and it was horribly quiet.
“Where the fuck are they?” Tess whispered from her spot behind a car with the rest of you
Joel shook his head, turning to look at her with a reluctant look on his face before looking back forward and stalking towards a truck, keeping silent as possible as he approached it, opening the door, armed, only to find it abandoned, the door spattered with blood. He gestured for you to stay put as he made his way around.
He found corpses, swarmed with flies, and when he opened the back of the truck, it was empty.
Tess and Ellie followed and you sighed at their inability to follow orders before you did the same
“Joe?? What the fuck is going on?” Tess demanded, sounding frantic
Ellie examined the droplets of blood leading up the stairs “they went inside…” she observed, eyebrows furrowed
The lot of you followed her gaze before Tess quickly grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs “come on-“ she hissed under her breath
“Tess-“ you tried to call
“Come on!” She snapped in desperation as she went up
“Tess!” Joel bellowed after her before quickly going after her with you.
She slammed into the state building, armed. You and Joel followed. Corpses everywhere. “Holy shit…” Ellie whispered
Joel grabbed Ellie’s arm, turning her to face him, whispering a ‘hey…’ as if telling her to look at him, not the death around her
Tess looked around, seeming frantic “I mean there’s gotta be a radio or… or somethin, right??” She asked, digging through
“Who killed them…? FEDRA…?” Ellie asked Joel quietly, causing Tess to turn and face them
“No… one of ‘em got bit. The healthy ones fought the sick ones. Everyone lost” he said, toeing at a corpse, turning it over, revealing it’s infected appearance
“Tess…” Joel called “what are you doin??” He scoffed, seeming more peeved that worried
“Where did Marlene say that she was taking you? Ellie.” She approached Ellie, seeming just as peeved, if not more so
“Uhh I don’t know.… just… just west.” Came the rushed response
“Just west. Fuck- okay.” She turned, looking at all the corpses “well, I mean one of thems gotta have a map or something” she scoffed, looking over one of the bodies “Joel can you help me?!” She snapped
“No!” Joel responded simply “Tess. It’s over. We are going home—“ he said simply, approaching
She turned, enraged “that’s not my fuckin home!” She snapped
A pregnant pause
She laughed under her breath, before standing, turning to face Joel and you, as you stood next to him.
“I’m stayin….” Tess whispered lowly. “I mean… our luck had to run out sooner or later…” she said lowly
“Fuck…” Ellie whispered, breathless, causing you and Joel to turn and look at her “she’s infected…” Ellie explained lowly.
Joel looked to Tess “show me.” Was all he said.
“Joel—” she made a step for him but he stepped back, pushing you back and behind him, protecting you from her.
The woman scoffed and pulled her jacket to the side, revealing the bite in it from the clicker, where red spots were festering as the infection spread
“Oops, right?” Tess scoffed “take your bandage off…” she ordered Ellie, who obeyed, showing them her arm
“Look- Joel. This is real” she showed him her arm, hope and emotion strung tight in her voice “she’s fuckin’ real!”
“I need you to take her to bill and Franks-“
“No-“
“They’ll handle it from here.” She tried to convince him , but Joel kept on muttering no.
“No no no, I can’t. They won’t take her, they’re not gonna take her.” His voice was husky and low, brown eyes intense as he looked at her
“They will, cuz you’ll convince them…” she muttered pleadingly as she stared at him “yes you will- because I never ask you to do anything not to feel the way I felt-“
“No…” he muttered, shaking his head, his grip tightening in you “because I had a wife!” He scoffed
“Will you shut the fuck up because I don’t have time!!” She uttered, tears falling down her face
He stared at her
“Please say yes Joel, please…” she begged
“OH FUCK-“ Ellie squeaked, quickly running to you as one of the infected roared to life.
Joel walked to it, and simply shot it. Silent.
But the damage was done, infected were coming, you could see the fungus spreading onto the fingers of the infected, you could hear them running towards you. Joel tan for the door, peeking out, only to see the hoard barreling towards the building
“How many?” You asked lowly
“All of them, maybe a minute” was his answer. He was all but ignoring Tess now.
Tess began knocking things over, including a barrel of gasoline
“What are you doing??” Ellie asked quickly
“Making sure they don’t follow you…” was Tess’ simple answer as she dumped over the fuel, sending grenades rolling.
She went to Joel, looking at him, in the eye “Joel…” she whispered “…save who you can save….” The two stared at eachother for a long time before Joel suddenly grabbed you close along with Ellie who protested
“No!! We’re not leaving her!!” She protested “get off me, you fucker!!” She screeched. The three of you slammed out of the building, leaving Tess alone. Alone with her fate.
The three of you ran and there was no sound, just the wind for a long time, before you got to the feild and there was a sudden explosion. Screams of Tess and the infected rang out.
The three of you stared. You were the first to turn away and walk. No one mourns the wicked.
Joel followed soon after
Ellie stayed there a bit, watching the fire, before she went to you, grabbing your hand, knowing it’d be the only thing to give her comfort.
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“Ain’t nothin’ gonna harm you, darlin’….” MASTERLIST
[Part one] -HAPPY BIRTHDAY- You, Joel and Sarah just want to have a birthday party for your husband, but unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side.
[Part two] - CONTAMINATED ZONE DO NOT ENTER- twenty years later, and you and Joel are working your ass off. Problem is his business partner is problematic
[Part 3] -FLIES ARE BETTER CAUGHT WITH HONEY- you and the group take off to get Ellie to the state building. You learn more about her and you and Ellie actually get really close
[Part 4] -“PASS.”- you find your way thru the hotel and into a museum. Ellie and Joel seem to be warming up to eachother. If not begrudgingly
[Part 5] - NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED - making your way through the museum, Ellie learns what a clicker is. Tess gets intimately acquainted as well.
[Part 6] - AIRPLANES - you and Joel finally make up, learning to move past what had happened and care for eachother again, but things aren’t back to normal just yet, your ghosts still haunt you
[Part 7] - TO WHOMEVER… BUT PROBABLY JOEL -you find your way to Bill and Franks, and You and Joel come up with a plan. You’re going home.
[Part 8] - THREE TAPS - you, Joel and Ellie make your way to Wyoming, and you find Joel and Ellie are seeming to slowly to warm up to eachother
TO BE CONTINUED….
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Relative Dating Masterlist
Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader
Rating: M but will likely have explicit bonus chapters
Notes: Welcome to the latest slow-burn garbage fire. Thank you for joining me. This fic will switch between Reader and Indiana’s points of view. I personally think it’s clear, but if it’s not, please tell me!!
Summary: Dr. Jones’ order of Stay after class is still ringing in your ears as you slowly begin to gather your things. You try to brush off the glares of the other women in the class, finding their attention at once inquisitive and accusatory.
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Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty One
Part Twenty Two
Part Twenty Three
Part Twenty Four
Part Twenty Five
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Mutual Friends
PAIRING: Frank Castle x Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
A/N: finally finished this fic that I started probably two months ago, ya proud of me? enjoy the handsome man that is frank castle, and let me know how you like it! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
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Frank doesn’t make friends.
Karen wants him to, which is the only reason why he agreed to it in the first place. She cares, he knows that. But making a friend won’t fix him the way she thinks it will.
But he also knows if he didn’t he wouldn’t have met her.
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The Record Player (Crush Drabble)
Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader
Summary: You ask Javier to dance with you.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
Content:  A little smutty (it's them/me), dancing
Word Count: 500
A/N: A little drabble in honor of The Crush Playlist. I ran this by @write-and-buried, who told me to "GET FUCKED" (affectionately), so I think it's okay. The song featured is "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone. Chronologically, this takes place during the events of The Hero.
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You had asked him to dance with you to see his expression, had just wanted to see him give you that arched brow and half smile. Therefore you hadn’t been the least bit surprised or wounded when he’d given you an automatic, “I don’t dance.”
Not harsh. Not a rejection. Just a simple statement of fact. The exact one you expected.
You roll your eyes at him, giving him a teasing pout over your shoulder as you start to slowly sway to the music playing from his newly unboxed record player.
“Come on, I think I actually know this one.”
He snorts, but his eyes are tracking your movements now, pausing his progress sorting through a box of books that had made the journey back from Bogotá.
The song picks up, a quick drum beat, and you realize you definitely do know this one.
“Baby find it, come on and find it.”
You start to move a little faster, more in time with the music, hips sweeping side to side as you sing along. You turn, spinning in a slow circle, more due to nerves than any sort of impromptu choreography when you see him watching you.
“‘Cause you’re fine and you’re mine and you look so divine.”
Your hands graze along your waist, lightly tapping on your swaying hips until the chorus hits, and you sweep them up into your hair.
“Come and get your love.”
You stumble slightly as you feel him come up behind you, his much larger hands going to where yours had just been on your hips. You smile, leaning into him, your back flush against his chest as his movements start to match your own.
“I thought you said you can’t dance.”
His head drops over your shoulder, his nose nudging the collar of your shirt to the side.
“…find it, find it, go on and love it if you like it.”
He nips you, and you let out a small whine, pushing more firmly back against him.
“I said I don’t dance…normally.”
Your hips drop slightly as his do, following his lead, letting him guide you into a simple but effective rhythm that involves a lot more touching than you think would be appropriate on a dance floor that wasn’t his bedroom carpet.
“Come and get your love, come and get your love, come and get your love now.”
Your head tips back against his shoulder, laughing as he nuzzles into your neck and his hands get a little more bold as they start to wander. 
“‘Cause you’re fine and you’re mine and you look so divine,” he murmurs in your ear as the next verse starts, his voice low and husky. 
You grin, lifting your arms up to circle his neck. “Javi, they already sang that part. Those aren’t the right words.”
His right hand which had been making its way down the front of your shirt, lifts back up to cup your jaw and tilt your head further back. His lips brush yours. 
“Yes, they are.”
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can’t help falling
a ‘more than words’ universe oneshot
frankie morales x f!reader
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A/N: God, I just love these two. And Meana-beana. I dunno where the strength to finish this came from - I was just minding my business eating a mandarin so… yeah. Apologies for any mistakes, it’s late lmao.
Taglist note: I’ve used my MTW taglist but if you are no longer interested, just let me know and I’ll remove you from any future fics 🥰  as this is an old list, some names have changed/don’t work, and new tag requests are not added so I’m sorry for that!
Summary: Mena and Frankie have an important question for you.
Word count: just over 1.8k
Warnings: swearing, MY FAVE BESTIES BENNY + ANGEL, fluff & domesticity galore, Frankie DILF™️ Morales. It’s just fluff. Fluff everywhere. I’m soft as fuck.
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Things were… weird.
You couldn’t put your finger on it.
Something in the back of your mind flagged certain interactions, focusing on some things said in passing or the way people just simply acted around you. It was bugging you like crazy. 
It started when Frankie started acting differently.
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