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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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The Revenant Wife

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief and death.

Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk <3

Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories @thesadvampire @joel-mlller @softanon @max--phillips @captainsamwlsn @hooplahoopla @moondirti

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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife.

Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all.

She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more.

“You’re married?”

She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters.

“I was.”

There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps-

“What was she like?”

But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings.

“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile.

Damn this girl.

“Not even from you?”

Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away.

“Did she cook?”

Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning.

Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise.

“From time to time.”

There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with.

Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved. Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both.

In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work.

But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to.

Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family.

Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father.

Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends.

When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights.

You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.

You’re mean.

No. Mean isn’t the right word.

Cold. Yes. you're very cold.

Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak.

She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do.

You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face.

You’re also very pretty.

“I won’t ask again.”

The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them.

She wonders if Sarah had brothers.

“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.”

Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air.

“That true?” “What?”

“Is he telling the truth?”

The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you.

But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene.

And she understands.

“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out.

You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie.

But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder.

“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit.

She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward.

“You know this psycho?”

Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react.

Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why.

“She’s my wife.”

You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them.

Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation.

But this one is real. It’s yours.

There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”

Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her.

“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-”

Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-”

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.”

You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him.

But at your order, he sits back in his chair.

You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder.

At least. She thinks he’s your son.

Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods.

“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.”

They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement.

“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”

#revenant wife tag #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #this is just a little blurb because I havent written in a hot minute #mostly from ellies third pov so i hope the sort of juvenile internal thoughts make sense #joels wife is a sort of scary badass gal with a lil farm #joel miller x female reader #@ the blogs who asked to be tagged but had zero header or age in their bio: do better #tumblr please dont rearrange the order of this again im BEGGING #not pictured in the fic: joel punching duke in the face and wrestling the gun from his hands before the other twin shows up followed by you #and now joel has to grapple with the fact that 1. his wife is alive 2. she had children 3. he just sucker punched his own kid

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kiwicidios · 9 months

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⠀⠀⠀ 🎀🐑 ⠀｡ 𓈒 ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𔕛︎ ︎ .

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strwmnie · 11 months

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♡ min yoongi / suga layouts

like / reblog if you save — do not repost

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chilumitos · 4 months

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𓈒 🌟 ۫ ᧔ ♡ ᧓ 𓈒 ˚ ୨ৎ

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poeticore · 1 month

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𖹭 J’ırαı chercher ton α̂me dαns les froıds 𖹭

𖹭 divider made by me 𖹭

@y2jiz 𖹭

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getosugurusbangs · 3 months

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a look of adoration.

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avassharpe · 11 months

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ava & beatrice | hands

#ava silva #warrior nun #ava x beatrice #avatrice #warriornunedit #*#HANDS #i was making my icon and was like god they touch a lot i wanna do something #and i wasn't feeling making gifs #so feel free to use these for a header image or something if you want to!#i just love them so much #help #1k

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talos-stims · 1 year

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#talos gifs #stim gifs #stim #tech stim #technology #hands free #wires #tvs #oscilloscope #? i think #static #grey #gray #black #white #these r kinda awkward stim gifs but a good size for a blog header #gif ids #id in alt

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paintpanic · 6 months

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Kirbtober Day 31: Final Boss!

(I made this earlier this month for my blog header! You can see it animated there or under the cut.)

What I've done here is draw her in a bunch of different layers and then "animate" them with the transform tool in my video editing program. To put it in my header, I converted the video to a WEBP.

I'm not 100% on how the final product looks. I don't think I did a super great job with the transformations; it turned out a little sluggish imo. Still! This was a very fun project for me to work on, and it's always good to get experience trying weird new things.

#kirby series #kirbtober #queen sectonia #ask 2 tag #was gonna just refer to my header and then realized that oh yeah. i change my header sometimes. and then you won't be able to see it.#you've probably seen this one already if you've checked out my blog page this month!#P.S. i free-handed those wings.

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ijustliketoedit · 6 months

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IZZY SITTING IN WEE JOHN'S LAP IN THE LAST PICTURE????????

#ofmd #our flag means death edit #ofmd header #our flag means death header #our flag means death hbo #taika waititi #rhys darby #david jenkins #crew of the revenge #ofmd crew #ofmd jim #ofmd wee john #izzy hands

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ghostbeam · 7 months

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𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, a vampire!todoroki anthology!!! these fics will be released throughout the month of october and they include dark content, which will be tagged accordingly as each fic is released. so please mind the tags!! all fics take place within the same universe as biting down, and serve as insight to the lives of the vampire family of the todorokis. [coming soon]

☽ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☽ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ☽

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ fuyumi is fascinated by you. she’s obsessed with your humanity, only you’re not human. you’re like her.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ the first time you meet shouto, you bite him. he teaches you how to deal with being a monster.

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 (𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ you and natsuo have an arrangement. a very bloody one.

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ touya’s curse and snapshots of forever.

Notes: hi everyone!!! I’m trying this out for the month of October + my way of celebrating Halloween with u all. I’ve had the idea to explore this universe and the todoroki’s for a while, and what better time than spooky season! Sorry the summaries are so vague im absolutely horrible at writing them but i tried!!!! I’m hoping to get them all out within the same month, but knowing me this might bleed into november. But anyways thank u all for being here and I hope u enjoy these<3333

#posting this at a stupid time it’s fine I’ll queue it for the morning #hi yes I have been scheming and plotting and plotting and scheming<3 #trying my hand on writing these guys I am very nervous to post these aksjskjdkdjddk #vampire empire #ghost.writes #oh the art in the header is from an Egon schiele piece

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kiwicidios · 6 months

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つ 🧤 ׁ ｡ 𔕛

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myththefangirl · 9 months

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I feel like we were a little too distraught about the ending to point out THEY HELD HANDS

#JUST LOOK AT THEM #and right before they were dancing too #AHAIWONWOAISBSHSG #ill probably make it my header for Tumblr 👀#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens s2 #good omens 2 #they like holding hands

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ghost-proofbaby · 11 months

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HOUR 18 OF "TWENTY FOUR HOURS" WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW, 06/14 AT 6 PM EST.

i'm back, y'all! and worse than ever . i know this has taken forever due to my traveling, and thank you all for your patience and kindness ♡

to hold you over until tomorrow night/afternoon/whatever time of day it will be for all you lovelies, have a snippet below the cut.

Eddie’s eyes narrow in concentration at your phone as his thumbs fly across the screen, navigating the Spotify app with ease to find the Deftones song he specifically wants. He doesn’t do as you had and go to their artist page – he searches with purpose, in no mood to scroll through albums to find the song he’s looking for.

“I still don’t understand how you can type so fast,” you mumble, watching with fascination that you try to tamper down with faux boredom, “Even I can’t type that fast, and I own the damn thing.”

He doesn’t even glance up as he scrolls along the screen, finding the song and clicking on it, “I’m just good with my fingers.”

There it goes. The air from your lungs, once again vacating the premises as he freezes beside you.

It isn’t fair. An internal whine that nearly works itself up your throat and out your mouth, making you want to stomp your feet like a child. You hadn’t even recovered from the casual drop of baby yet. And now he’s going to just say that?

“Oh, God, I-” he’s looking up finally, eyes wide and stuttering with embarrassment, “Fuck, I swear to God, I did not mean that as an innuendo.”

You open your mouth. You close it. You repeat the process. You’re fucking speechless and it’s a little bit embarrassing.

“I’m serious!” he persists when you don’t reply, and only stare at him in continued shock, “Seriously! I- Fuck, I was referring to with my job. At the autoshop. I’m- Fuck,” he cuts his explanation off, dragging a hand over his face and falling back into the couch, “Kill me. Kill me now, please – and be sure to make it quick and painless, pretty please.”

You finally laugh. It’s a bit choked, a bit strangled, but it instantly has Eddie lowering his hand.

“I think if we were going to kill each other, Munson, it would have happened hours ago,” you try to tease him, but something about the sentiment comes out far softer than you intended. Like it’s not a joke. Like, in your own odd way, you’re trying to whisper a truth to him – everything has changed for me now.

“Probably,” he sighs, relaxing a bit and leaning back beside you as he looks to the phone once more and clicks on a song, “Proba-fucking-ly.”

#twenty four hours #set your alarms! or don't. i can't control you #keep expectations low as always #also hands and legs in the inside the vehicle blah blah blah whatever #all jokes aside i am sorry it took so long aha #header definitely includes lil easter eggs to a specific scene

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