Let me (put my lips to somethin')
Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: 5 times you wanted to kiss Joel, and 1 time it actually happened (or: your relationship with Joel over the years)
Tags: 5+1 babeyyy, VERY self-indulged (i just want this man to call me his babygirl đŤ), FLUFF, tooth-rotting fluff even, a bit of angst, age gap, PINING, i could write several fics out of this but no we're doing 5+1! also reader has she/her pronouns (i tried not to but at some point it was getting difficult not to use any :( sorry guys)
Warnings: descriptions of violence and wounds, cursing, getting drunk, David (which is a warning in itself), allusions to SA (but nothing happens)
Word count: ~9.4K (jesus i really got carried away im not doing that again for at least some time)
A/N: i am baack!! i finally had time to finish this monster and i guess it's ready to post <3 i absolutely ADORE 5+1 fics and always wanted to write one on my own. so here it is!! hope you enjoy because i loved writing it
1. boston qz
You bit your forearm harder, trying to hold back the tears of pain. The man kneeling in front of you glanced up.
âBite the sleeve of your jacket. Otherwise theyâre gonna think youâre infected and shoot you on sight.â
You didnât answer but nodded, knowing that he was right. Holding your breath for a moment, you took a handful of the material and bit down on it, shutting your eyes tightly. The excruciating pain in your leg was hard enough to endure, but for the first place with it competed an absolutely unbearable look of poorly concealed pity (which you initially took for irritation) on the face of Tessâ friend.
It was through her that you met Joel. At the beginning he wasnât very keen about letting you work with them but slowly warmed up to your presence â at least as much as a man like Joel could. Most of the time he was grumbling and, in all fairness, looking slightly angry but youâve soon understood that heâs actually a pretty good guy. Caring. Funny, if he lets you see this side of him. Also really fucking handsome, but that was beside the point.
The job was supposed to be an easy one â just meet with a couple of Zekeâs people, pick up the smuggled items and exchange them for some meds and ammunition. However, none of you expected some random rogue group to ambush you on your way back and attempt to steal the cargo.
Tess has managed to get away just before soldiers showed up, alerted by the sound of gunfire way past the curfew. Before they could spot any of you, Joel quickly pulled you into one of the nearby buildings after one of the strangers slashed your thigh, leaving you unable to run.
So now here you were. Bleeding from your leg and making a pathetic crybaby out of yourself before the very eyes of the man you respected and lowkey had a small crush on.
Speaking of whom, Joel gave you a look of sympathy before squeezing the stapler handle again, ejecting another staple into your skin. You tensed and a broken cry escaped your lips, your breathing rapid.
âItâs alright,â he murmured, putting his other hand on your knee and rubbing slightly. âJust two more and youâll be good to go.â
You breathed out a humorless laugh and wiped your face, sniffling.
âJust get on with it. This is way more embarrassing than it should be.â In the corner of your eye you saw him look up. He didnât move the hand in which he held the staple gun yet, so you took this moment to steady your breath and slumped against the wall. âYou probably think itâs pretty pathetic, but in my defense I never had such a gash closed with staples like that.â
âMânot thinkinâ that,â he retorted and you blew a raspberry.
âSure. Tess told me about some of your forays, you know? You could probably get run over by a damn tank and walk it off like itâs nothing.â
Joel was silent for some time. You wiped your cheeks and motioned for him to eject the last staples at the edge of the deep cut in your thigh. He mumbled to you to get ready and you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the pain.
It hurt like hell and you couldnât help the tears flowing from your eyes, but soon enough it was over.
The sound of shouting from outside drew your attention from the pain in your leg for a couple of seconds. You tensed up, listening intently if the soldiers werenât busting in the building you were in, but the noises soon went past you.
âYâknow, if my brother was here, heâd have told you about the first time I had a wound stitched outside of the controlled conditions,â Joel spoke up unexpectedly, unpacking his backpack in search of clean bandages. âI nearly bit off my thumb when he was tryinâ to sew my foot back together.â
You couldnât help but snort at his confession and he glanced at you from the corner of his eye with a slight smirk.
âIs that true?â
Joel huffed with fake indignation and lifted his left hand to your eyes, twisting it so that the dim light from outside illuminated the side of it. Above and below the small bone at the base of his thumb appeared very light and irregular lines. You looked at his face with an unbelieving smile.
âWhen was that?â
âAh⌠Just before the outbreak, Iâd say.â
âAnd what happened to your foot?â
âConstruction work. I donât remember exactly what that was.â
âBut how hard did you have to chomp down on your thumb for it to be still visible?â you asked, laughing, to which he chuckled and shrugged.
âHey, donât judge. If it was Tommy who was fixinâ your leg, youâd probably end up without a couple of fingers too, just for good measure.â
He found the bandage and motioned for you to straighten your leg at the knee. You watched him carefully as he looked over your bare thigh and the (not very pretty to look at) sutured wound. The leg of your pants was cut and tossed away earlier so that Joel could stitch you up freely.
âSo you have a brother. Is he really that bad at treating wounds?â you asked to distract yourself from the awkwardness of the whole situation, though Joel seemed surprisingly calm.
âHe got better with time,â your colleague answered and then looked up at you. âBut I didnât tell you this to bitch about Tommyâs skills.â
âOh?â you nudged him with your other leg. âSo what moral should I draw from this story?â
You clearly saw him suppressing a smile when he shook his head lightly.
âDonât feel bad that it hurts,â he murmured and the snicker disappeared from your lips. âIâve seen looks like the one on your face plenty before. Itâs a fuckinâ big gash, Iâd be worried if you didnât show any signs of pain.â
You couldnât come up with any snarky remarks and just blinked when Joel sent you a quick, if not a bit self-conscious, smile, like he wasnât used to reassuring someone else.
âThe fact that you let your tears flow doesnât make you any weaker,â he said even quieter than before. You still werenât answering and he cleared his throat, apparently growing uncomfortable with your silence, then grabbed the bottle of alcohol. âIâm gonna pour some of that shit over your wound again. Itâll sting a bit.â
You observed without a word how he cleansed the gash and started to wind the bandage around your thigh.
Weirdly enough, you also noticed that you couldnât stop glancing at his lips.
*****
2. bill and frankâs
âNo. I said no, come back here!â
Giggles erupted from you as Joel tried (and failed) to grab you when you jumped over the couch. He sighed deeply as you made eye contact with him and, with a provocative smile, drank up the rest of the bottle before putting it down on the nearby table. The man looked so disappointed and done with you, it only made you laugh louder in your drunken state.
You two were staying for a couple of days at Bill and Frankâs heavenly place, which you looked forward to for weeks now. Originally Tess was supposed to go with you but there was a last-minute change of plans, and you made the journey alone with Joel. Not counting a few infected you stumbled upon on your way here, your venture was quite nice and after a delightful dinner with your hosts, you sneaked into Joelâs room with the bottle of wine Frank gave you and the stuff you smuggled yourself.
Joel didnât seem to be having as much fun as you, though.
âIâm never drinkinâ with you again,â he muttered, sitting heavily on the couch with a grunt. You faked a pout, leaning over his head upside down and almost losing your balance.
âYouâre grouchy because the stuff you brought tasted like shit.â
âAnd yet you drank most of it.â
âI didnât,â you slurred, waltzing round the couch and grinning. âIâm feelinâ great.â
âBe careful or youâll pick up my accent you so like pokinâ fun of.â
You snorted and flopped on the seat next to him. âMhm, mâfeelinâ fine and dandy,â you grumbled in the deepest voice you could make, ridiculously imitating his Texas drawl. âYee-haw.â
âYouâre the fuckinâ worst,â sighed Joel with exasperation but you could see a crooked smile tugging on his lips. You beamed and plopped down, laying your head on his lap. He peeked at you with his brows raised. âWhat are you doinâ now, you little devil?â
âJust resting,â you answered. The lamp behind Joel was blinding you with its light, so you covered your eyes with your hand to shield them. âIs that uncomfy for you? Do you want me to get up?â
âNah. You can stay for a minute.â
As if wanting to make sure you wonât try to stand up, he laid his hand on your hair, brushing some of it to the back. You hummed and shivered when he gently scratched one specific spot on your scalp, and instinctively tilted your head, chasing his touch.
Joel snorted.
âYou look like a goddamn cat.â
âShut up,â you murmured in response, a small smile adoring your face. âIt feels nice.â
You opened your eyes and once again shielded them from the lamp. Joel moved his head slightly to the side to block out the bothersome stimulus, causing you to giggle again.
âIt looks like you have a halo âround your head.â You lifted your arm and made a circle, brushing the side of his face when your hand plopped back down limply on your stomach. The older man huffed a smile, looking away to glance around the room.
âIâll be really surprised if you remember anythinâ of what youâre sayinâ tomorrow.â
âGimme a break,â you grumbled with a smile, not taking your eyes off him. Your hand raised itself to his face again, as if on its own accord, and brushed lightly the corner of his mouth and the stubble on his cheek. âIt looks pretty.â
His brown irises flickered to you before he averted his gaze. With a hum you withdrew your hand and closed your eyes, your mind getting woozy from alcohol and tiredness.
Joelâs fingers were still running through your hair gently and you really hoped youâd remember it in the morning.
*****
3. road, somewhere in missouri
You had no idea how long you had been driving.
Ellie was asleep in the back seat and Joel was getting some well-deserved shut-eye after you volunteered to sit behind the wheel several hours ago. The clock on the dashboard was showing 4:07 and you planned on driving until the sun started to rise, then switching places with Joel.
That is, if you manage to stay awake.
You tried to drink some of the coffee Joel prepared beforehand to wake yourself up but it tasted horrible, leaving a too bitter taste on your tongue. Once you catched yourself closing your eyes for a second longer than intended and the car started to veer off course before you corrected it.
Yes, you were aware driving in this kind of state was extremely stupid, but you knew Joel was anxious to find his brother and drop Ellie off with the Fireflies as soon as possible. And you knew that if you wake him up heâll insist on driving for the rest of the way himself, ignoring his own needs and exhaustion.
You risked a look to the side at his sleeping form. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his head propped against the headrest. Honestly, it looked like the man was just pretending to nap â his body seemed uptight, as if he was ready to spring into action at any second.
And he looked beautiful with his face bathed in the gray light of early morning. Like a painting youâd gladly admire for hours.
You sighed and cracked your neck, focusing on the road ahead of you. Several more hours to go. There was a gas tank in the back of the car, so you didnât have to worry about that, and if you remembered correctly the map you and Joel studied earlier, you should get close to some bigger city in the late afternoon. Joel wanted to take the side roads and you agreed, but your supplies⌠Did you have enough of them? And what was the name of that city againâŚ?
A hand grabbed the wheel and gently straightened the course when without you noticing the car started to veer too much to the left again.
You emerged from your reverie immediately and looked to the right at Joel who was now wide awake.
âYou alright?â he asked with concern, and his voice had this enticing, raspy drawl to it that told you he really dozed off for a while.
âIâm so sorry,â you said quickly but quietly, not wanting to wake Ellie up. âIâm fine, promise.â
He eyed the tiredness on your face and the tight grip you had on the wheel.
âIf you need to get some restââ
âNo, no, no. I can go on. Sorry you had to wake up.â
Joel grunted and stretched in the small space in the front seat and you tried really hard not to stare at how he craned his neck or at the way his muscles tensed, or at the strip of his skin revealed when his shirt rolled upâŚ
âPull over.â
You snapped out of your thoughts. âNo. I told you Iâm fine.â
âCâmon, darlinâ, donât make me wrestle with you in a movinâ vehicle.â
Either he had a clue about what this nickname was doing to you, or he was still half-asleep and it simply slipped out; but whether it was intentional or not, you couldnât dream of opposing him now and with a defeated sigh (and burning neck) you pulled over, slowly bringing the car to a halt. You glanced backwards, but miraculously Ellie hadnât woken up yet.
Joel looked you over with concern and you shut your eyes, laying your forehead on the steering wheel. âIâm sorry,â you repeated. âBut I really can keep going, at least until the sun goes up.â
âWeâre switchinâ,â he just said, unfastening his seatbelt.
âJoel, no!â you hissed, but he ignored you and went around the hood of the car, stopping at your side and opening the door for you. âIâm not moving. You need to get some fucking rest.â
âI already did. Now scoot over.â
âNo, I told youââ
âWhatâs going on? Are we there yet?â
Both of you looked back to see Ellie sitting up and rubbing her eyes. In a split second she went from half-awake to alert, and she eyed you and Joel suspiciously. âWhatâs going on?â she asked again.
âWeâre switchinâ places,â Joel spoke up before you had a chance to answer the girl. âOur current driver is pretty tired.â
âIâm not!â you protested, glaring at him.
âYou almost drove the car into a ditch.â
âWoah.â Ellie lifted her hands and puffed her cheeks in a nervous manner. âJust this time, I second Joel. I really donât want to end up in a ditch, thank you very much.â
âYou see?â Joel looked at you expectedly. âOutvoted.â
You squinted in the rearview mirror at the teen. âTraitor.â
Ellie just shrugged. With a heavy sigh you unfastened yourself and exited the car, but before you could go around it and take Joelâs previous place, he stuck his arm out, stopping you.
âActually, Ellie, do you want to ride shotgun now?â he asked and nodded in your direction. âItâd do her good to lie down for a bit.â
âNo,â you said firmly at the same time when Ellie agreed with an enthusiastic âhell yeah!â. You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at the pair. âYou guys are in cahoots.â
âBoo-hoo,â Ellie had a mean smile on her face. âGet in the backseat and cry about it.â
âSheâs so cheeky,â you murmured to Joel, trying to hide your smile, and by the look of it he had trouble doing that, too. You sighed and lifted your hands in surrender. âAlright, you two. You won.â
âGreat.â Ellie grinned, then started walking off the street. âBut give me a moment, dudes, I gotta pee,â she said before marching further into the field on the side of the road.
âDonât go too far!â shouted Joel after her.
âDonât drive off without me!â
With that Ellie disappeared behind a small hill and you turned back to your companion, scrunching your face at him. Joel shrugged and walked past you.
âCâmon. Iâll find you a blanket.â
You huffed but didnât argue further, knowing nothing will change his mind. He could be stubborn as a mule sometimes.
You climbed into the backseat and waited for Joel to take out the blanket you took from Bill and Frankâs house from the back of the car. He opened the door next to your head and handed it over, waiting for you to unfurl it. You expected him to go take the driverâs seat right away, but he stayed in place. Only then you noticed the folded jacket he was holding in his hands.
He didnât react at all to your raised eyebrows and questioning look, and just casually laid his jacket under your head to serve as a pillow. The gesture was so sweet it made you melt inside, and you just couldnât stay mad at him.
âPromise me youâll get some sleep.â
âOnly if you and Ellie arenât too loud,â you teased, trying to settle down the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. âIf you start arguing about some stupid shit again, Iâm taking the wheel from you by force.â
He smirked and squatted next to your seat, looking down at you with an amused expression.
âIâd like to see you try.â
You had to be really fucking tired, because for a split second you thought that Joel has just flirted with you. You hid your face in his jacket to partially conceal your smile, but it only made your face hotter because the material smelled of him so much.
âI could. Youâre lucky Iâm deciding to show mercy.â
âHow gracious of you. Iâm honored.
âBut weâre swapping places when I wake up,â you added, looking at him as sternly as you could. He raised his eyebrows with a half-smile when a yawn escaped you immediately after. âIâm serious, Joel.â
âSure, darlinâ.â He leaned in and kissed your forehead before standing up. âNow sleep.â
You could only stare into space as he carefully closed the door next to your head and walked around the vehicle with heavy steps. The spot on your head where his lips touched your skin was tingling and you inhaled deeply to calm yourself down before he entered the truck again and fastened the seatbelt.
Joel put some cassette into the tape deck and turned the volume down even before the song started to play.
You closed your eyes and wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself, hiding the lower part of the face â and a blush spreading on your cheeks â under the cover.
*****
4. jackson
You looked out the window at the children pulling their sleds behind them and smiled at how happy and carefree they looked. Down the road you could just barely see the big Christmas tree in the square and for a moment it felt like the apocalypse had never happened.
âTheyâre pretty lucky to be growing up here,â you said quietly. Joel was closing and opening cabinets behind you, clearly looking for something.
âNot sure about it. But I guess it beats growinâ up in any of the QZâs or Fedraâs barracks.â
After Joelâs sudden change of heart and Ellieâs confident decision that sheâd rather travel with you both instead of Tommy, the younger Miller convinced his brother to stay one more day in Jackson. It was honestly a good idea because you doubted any of you three got any rest the previous night. You certainly didnât, tossing and turning the entire time from worry.
Joel chuckled and the sound pulled you out of your thoughts.
âWhat did you find?â you asked. He was kneeling in front of one of the cabinets, holding a small box.
âOld cassettes. You want to listen to some music?â
âSure.â You stood up with a smile. âItâll be pretty atmospheric.â
Joel gave you a dirty look.
âIâm not putting on Christmas carols.â
âI donât want to listen to Christmas carols. Find something good.â
He sighed and took out a carton box from the cabinet, and then started to rummage through it. âAlright, so what do you want?â
âYou can choose. Pick something you think Iâd like.â A thought struck you and you glanced around the living room, furrowing your brows. âIs there even any tape player in here or something like that?â
âUpstairs,â Joel mumbled absent-mindedly. âIn Ellieâs room. We can go see if it works.â
Ellie was out exploring Jackson and you doubted sheâll be back very soon. You knelt down next to Joel, looking at him with a grin as he inspected the box, pulling out and reading some of the cassettes before putting them back down. You rested your chin on your hands.
âJust get anything,â you ushered after some time, to which he chuckled.
âYou said to pick somethinâ youâd like. Gimme some time.â
âDo you think Iâm that picky?â
âOf course you are.â
You rolled your eyes but didnât have to wait much longer before Joel stood up with a grunt and held out his hand to you. In the other one he held a white cassette.
âCâmon. Iâm pretty sure youâre gonna love this one.â
You took his hand with excitement and let yourself be pulled to your feet. Itâs been so long since youâve been able to listen to some music â well, maybe not as long, but you missed it regardless â that you felt a bubbly joy at the thought of hearing something new.
And more than that, something that Joel has picked specifically for you. Doesnât matter that you had to ask him.
You went upstairs to the room that was currently Ellieâs bedroom and Joel bent down, inserting the cassette into the tape player. He looked over his shoulder at you with a small smile and you beamed right back.
A loud, scratchy sound rang out.
You winced and Joel furrowed his brows. He took the cassette out, checked the empty slot and the cassette itself, and then made sure the power was on.
The first notes started to play, but they sounded distorted, like a scratched record. Joel cursed and tried again, but there mustâve been something wrong with the device, because no matter what he did, the music didnât play right.
He tried again and again, and finally you decided to put a stop to it. You placed your hand on his shoulder.
âLeave it, Joel. Itâs okay.â
âJust my fuckinâ luck,â he muttered, not turning around. âOf course Tommy gave us a place without a working cassette player.â
âItâs okay,â you repeated. You wanted to say something like âthe song probably isnât even worth fussing overâ, but the words got stuck in your throat. He picked it for you to listen to, of course it was worth it. âMaybe I just wasnât meant to hear it.â
The man worried his lip and you quickly averted your gaze. He straightened up and put his hands on his hips, sighing.
âNonsense,â he answered, looking intently at the device like he wanted to get it to work by sheer willpower. âYou wanted to hear it.â
âWell, I did.â You got embarrassed for whatever reason, not knowing what to say. âBut thereâs not really anything we can do about that. Itâs no big deal.â
Joelâs jaw twitched and he turned to look at you thoughtfully. You offered him a lopsided smile, but he didnât move a muscle and you could almost imagine small gears turning in his head when he had this expression on his face.
âYou okay?â you asked with a stifled laugh.
âI⌠have an idea,â he said slowly, almost hesitantly. Then he focused his eyes on you again. âJust⌠trust me for a moment.â
Your gaze softened and you took a step closer to him.
âJoel, of course I trust you. I trust you with my life.â
His Adamâs apple bobbed but his brown irises havenât left yours for even a second.
âClose your eyes.â
âWhat?â you asked with a crooked smile, but he just shook his head.
âCâmon, close your eyes. And promise you wonât laugh.â
Confusion washed over you but you closed your eyes as requested. You heard Joel sighing and then he took your hand in his calloused and rough one, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your neck got way too hot but you tried not to tense or flinch in fear of making him back out.
âPromise you wonât laugh,â he repeated and you just now realized you havenât answered him. He put his hand on your waist, very, very lightly, and your other hand was raised to shoulder height, cradled in his warm one.
âI swear I wonât,â you whispered, your heart beating so damn loud you were scared he was going to hear it with how close you two were.
Joel exhaled heavily and you felt his breath on your hair.
And then he started to hum quietly and sway you gently from side to side. You desperately tried to remain calm, but how were you supposed to do that when your body felt so hot and he was so closeâ
âI reached inside myself and found nothinâ there⌠to ease the pressure⌠of my ever-worrying mind, hmmâŚâ
Joelâs voice was deep and harsh right in front of you, and it sounded more like he was purring than singing. You suspected he slowed down the pace of the song significantly to match his movements and your heart swelled with warmth and adoration. The smile on your face widened and you took a step to the left, then to the right, gradually engaging in your dance more and more. You wanted to make it less uncomfortable and awkward for him and it seemed to have worked a bit because the next lines were much more confident, and his voice steadier.
âAll my power wasted âway, fear the crazed and lonely looks the mirrorâs sendinâ me these days, hmmâŚâ
His hold on you tightened slightly and you held his hand a little more securely, unable to hold back a goofy smile on your face.
âTouch me⌠how can it be? Believe me⌠the sun always shines on TV.â
You were falling for him all over again and it was not fair that he made you promise to keep your eyes closed. Though if he didnât, youâd probably end up doing something dumb.
Like kissing him.
Fuck, you wanted to kiss him so bad.
âHold me⌠close to your heart. Touch me⌠Give all your love to me. To meâŚâ
Did he just pull you closer or was it you that took a step forward? It was hard to tell without seeing where you step, but you suddenly were very aware of the material of his shirt under your chin and the smell of shampoo he used to wash his hair, the pressure of his hand on your lower back and his quiet, drawling voice right next to your ear.
You were positive youâre about to pass out.
And it felt blissful.
Joel kept humming the chorus of the song, his voice getting softer and lower with each word. You relished in the warmth of his embrace, begging any higher power that he wonât let go of you immediately once he stops singing.
He didnât.
Instead you two kind of naturally came to a stop but neither of you moved, still standing chest to chest and breathing a bit shakily. Your palm â or maybe it was his â was sweaty, but you ignored the unpleasant feeling, wanting to stay like this as long as possible.
âThe original is much more lively,â Joel spoke in a soft whisper after some time and you smiled lightly.
âWell, I really liked your version,â you answered just as quietly, not wanting to disturb the intimate atmosphere in the room. âJoel?â
âYes, darlinâ?â
âCan I open my eyes now?â
A moment of silence.
âYeah.â
You did so, but didnât move your head, still keeping it on his shoulder and breathing in his scent. âThank you for that,â you whispered and you felt him nodding.
âAnytime.â
His fingers crept a bit higher up your spine, but still his touch was so light and unsure.
You realized with a flicker of hope that he wasnât pushing you away. He was pulling you closer.
Careful not to move too abruptly, you lifted your head and turned it to look him in the eyes. They were already on you, so very close, warm and hesitant, but also not showing any signs of discomfort or regret.
âJoel?â you asked again and you were so close to each other, it came out less as a question and more like a quiet breath. He heard it, though.
âYeah?â
âCan Iââ
Suddenly the door downstairs slammed extremely loudly and you both jumped when the noise broke the heavy silence.
âHello! Is anybody here?!â
Ellie came back.
Both of you automatically took a step backwards, letting go of each other. Your face was scorching hot and you couldnât force yourself to look at Joel. With a deep (hopefully unnoticed by the man standing right in front of you) breath, you quickly tried to get a grip on yourself when you heard Ellie running up the stairs.
âI was calling you, guys!â she panted and looked from you to the older man. âWhatâs up?â
âWeâŚâ Joel cleared his throat. âTried to put some music on. The darn thing isnât workinâ, though.â
âUgh, thatâs a bummer.â Ellie turned to you and tilted her head. âWere you out, too? Your face is all red and shit.â
Even if it wasnât before, it certainly was now. All attention shifted to you in a second and it made you want to cry.
âYes,â you uttered quickly, âand⌠Iâm actually going out again. I wanted to ask Maria something.â
You didnât wait for any of them to stop or question you further â you all but ran down the stairs and bolted outside without even taking a jacket or a hat.
FuckâŚ
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
*****
5. basement, somewhere in colorado
He was dying.
Joel was dying and there was nothing you could do to help him.
You tried your hardest, though, to take care of both him and Ellie. You went out hunting so she wouldnât have to starve, you encouraged her to get as much rest as possible while you watched over the unconscious man during the night, and not once did you show any doubt that Joel will get better.
But you had a feeling she knew why you were so reluctant to stay behind while the girl took her turn looking for food. The truth was, you were starting to crack if you sat for too long at Joelâs side, letting the intrusive thoughts take root in your mind. You needed those moments outside, because they were the only ones when you let your tears flow.
So when it was only you and him in the basement, you spent this time brushing the hair out of his face and coaxing him to drink. You checked his wound every so often, trying to keep it as clean as possible. You held his hand, humming to him that one song he sang for you in Jackson, though you didnât know the words.
It was painful, to just sit in place and be unable to do anything to help, but you tried not to break down. Not when both of them counted on you.
So you stayed strong, hoping itâll all turn out alright.
But luck still wasnât on your side.
The men Ellie encountered the day before were here now, looking for you and Joel, and hungry for blood. She told you all about her interaction with them and since yesterday you were ready for a fight in case they showed up, but somehow it still surprised you and made your heart hammer in your chest in fear.
There wasnât anywhere you could run to, and Joel wasnât even able to keep his eyes open, let alone walk. You didnât really have any other options.
So there was only one thing you could do, and that was to protect those closest to you.
You quickly took your backpack and passed Ellie your gun, closing her fingers around the cold metal.
âIâll barricade the door, but if anyone comes in here, you blast their skull open, you hear me?â you whispered urgently and the girl nodded. You took Joelâs rifle from the floor and hung it over your shoulder. âIâll try to take them out and lead them away. Iâll be back.â
âYou better come back,â Ellie muttered and you looked at her softly, nodding. Then your gaze involuntarily shifted to Joel.
You didnât know how many people were outside â if there were three or four of them, you should be able to shoot most of them before they notice you. If you donât miss, that is.
But if there were moreâŚ
Choking back a nervous sob, you knelt next to the mattress and took Joelâs head in your hands. His eyes were only half-open and his forehead covered in sweat. Your heart clenched painfully at how weak he looked.
Acting on impulse, you leaned down and softly kissed the place above the corner of his mouth.
âWake up,â you said to him firmly, brushing his cheeks with your thumbs. âPlease, Joel. Ellie and I need you.â
You knew you had to go. You had to go now and make sure those fuckers outside donât find Ellie and him.
But you stayed just for a second longer to press your forehead to his.
âI love you,â you whispered, so quietly you barely heard yourself.
And then you pulled away and ran upstairs.
From then on it was all a blur. You managed to kill one of the men with a clean shot between his eyes, but the other one ducked out of the way when he noticed you. Turned out there were six of them â too many â and whatâs worse, one of them came up behind you, forcing you to flee sooner than youâd planned.
It would probably be wiser to take the horse but you didnât want to endanger the poor creature, so you ran on foot.
You didnât get far. One of the men managed to shoot you in the leg, making you keel over onto the frozen ground with a scream of pain. You turned around and saw him lifting his gun again before another voice yelled that he wanted you alive.
No. No, no, you werenât about to let them take you.
You crawled towards where your rifle lay in the snow but just before you could reach it, it was kicked away by a heavy boot which then dealt a severe blow to your stomach. You doubled over, wheezing and coughing for air. By the time you managed to somehow catch your breath, someone pressed their foot on the gunshot wound in your calf, forcing a scream of agony out of you.
âNow, stay calm. I donât want to shoot you.â
You clutched at your leg, glaring up at the ginger man who you suspected was the same David Ellie has encountered.
The man grinned nastily at the state you were in, and you didnât like his expression one bit. He mustâve noticed that you were ready to lunge at him at any moment because he swiftly lifted his gun to your head. You froze.
âWhere is your friend and the girl?â he asked quietly. You sneered at him, baring your teeth.
âFuck you. I ainât telling you shit.â
âDavid, she killed Paul,â spat another, younger one, looking down at you with hatred. âIf that bastard has already died, letâs at least kill his bitch.â
You tried to think of a way to get out of this situation, but both of the men had their guns pointed at you and you knew you wouldnât be able to move quickly enough with the gunshot wound.
You tried to move slightly but David pressed his foot harder on your leg, causing more blood to flow from your wound and you cried out, the pain clouding your vision.
âDonât try anything, sweetheart,â he murmured in a warning tone. âYou might bleed out.â
Your eyes were full of hate and rage but you didnât dare to move again just yet.
âWhere are they?â David asked again and you huffed a humorless chuckle while trying not to show how much pain you were in.
âYou know that it was me who killed that idiot?â you asked in the most mocking tone you could muster, in the meantime desperately thinking how the fuck you were going to get out of here, preferably alive. âAnd your friend over there.â You nodded in the direction of where the body of the man you shot was lying. âWhich one of you stood next to him? Was it you?â you asked the younger man who shot you in the leg. âI hope I hadnât splattered you too much with the remnants of his brain.â
âYou little bitch,â the other man sneered, lifting his gun again despite Davidâs stern order to back off. âIâd love to see the face of your friend when I blast yourââ
âLeave her alone, you fuckers!!â
All of you turned your heads and your stomach churned when you saw Ellie on the horse you borrowed from Tommy. More shots rang out in the air when she blindly fired at the two men standing above you, and then the rest of the strangers who emerged from between the trees.
âAlive!!â David yelled after his men when they started chasing Ellie who grabbed the reins and cantered in the opposite direction. Then the man turned back to you. âWe will catch her. Then we will find your friend, and heâll pay for his sins.â
You growled.
âI told you it wasnât him who killed that man.â He shook his head and you fumed with anger. âYou donât think Iâm capable of that?â
âOh, I think youâre capable of a lot.â His stare slid down your body, from head to toe, and terror gripped your heart at the sadistic excitement in his eyes. âAnd I think you must really care about him if youâre ready to trade your life for his. Such loyalty is admirable, but your love is misplaced.â
The snow around you was getting more and more red and you really started to worry that the bullet mightâve hit an artery. Davidâs eyes shifted to your leg as well, and he hummed.
âWeâll take care of that, donât worry. Youâll be well taken care of in our community.â
âI donât want to be any part of your fucked up sect.â
âYou will. You just need a father to lead you to the right path.â He leaned over you in such a manner that it made your blood run cold. âIâll teach you personally.â
Suddenly a shot echoed in the air and you heard a distant neighing of a horse. Your head automatically turned in the direction of the noise and David took advantage of your moment of distraction to strike your temple with his gun, thus knocking you unconscious.
*****
+1. silver lake
Joel woke up.
And he felt like he was made out of pure adrenaline and rage.
You werenât with Ellie when he found her staggering through the snow, the face of the teen terrified and covered in blood. He comforted her as best as he could, relief and fear fighting inside him as he held the girl in his arms.
But she didnât know where you were held. If you were even alive.
And that was a thought that Joel couldnât bear. He wouldnât even allow for the possibility that you were no longerâŚ
He vaguely remembered you stroking his cheek with slow and delicate touches, and your humming while he was laying on the mildewed mattress in the basement. Maybe it wasnât even a memory, but a dream â it was hard to tell in his delirious state.
But he was pretty sure he wasnât hallucinating when he felt soft, cold lips right next to his and heard your voice â he knew it was your voice, heâd recognize it anywhere â whispering the words he never let himself hope youâd say to him.
Words he would be damned if he didnât say back to you.
And thatâs why he was merciless with the men he encountered on his way to you and Ellie. His own tiredness and pain piercing his abdomen didnât matter â nothing mattered when you two werenât with him, when he didnât know if you were hurt or even still breathing. The desire to help and protect his girls numbed the pain in his stomach so much that he almost forgot he could barely stand just a few hours ago.
Once he found Ellie and took her to a safe location, he went back to look for you. He didnât want to leave the girl alone, but she seemed terrified at the prospect of going back and through the buildings, so he left her his gun, promising to be right back.
One of the bastards Joel ran across on his way back was helpful enough (after being shot in both knees and having his forearm broken) to direct him to the place where you were supposedly being held â a small building hidden behind the still burning dining room.
No one else stood in his way when he cautiously reached the structure. He went in and started checking every single room, getting more and more anxious every time he found them empty. At one point he was ready to tear the walls apart and go back to see if there was anyone left alive who could tell him where you were â but then spotted a hidden, smaller metal door, which apparently led to the basement.
It wasnât locked and Joel didnât hear anything on the other side so he opened it slowly, quickly walking down the stairs and scanning the room for any enemies, but there were none. Half of the room was enclosed by a chain-link fence and the entry to the cage was slightly open.
And inside sat you, with a cloth around your eyes and hands tied above your head.
His knees almost gave way under him from relief when you perked up at the sound of his footsteps. You were alive. You wereâ
âIf you fucking try to touch me again, Iâll break more than your stupid jaw!â you yelled out of the blue, starting to struggle and kick haphazardly, though the placement of your wrists was forcing you to stay in a sitting position. âYou motherfucker, donât come any closer!â
The fear and desperation in your voice broke Joelâs heart in an instant and made him stop dead in his tracks.
âItâs me,â he hurried to say, but his voice was weak and the next words got stuck in his throat when he saw your bloodied nose, bruises on your face and neck, as well as a dirty bandage tied around your calf with a seizable crimson stain on it.
He ushered inside, opening the door to the cell wide open with a loud scraping. You started panicking even more, cursing and kicking when he crouched next to you, intending to untie your hands.
âI said donât fucking touch me! Iâll kill you!â you screamed and Joel actually had to back away a little to avoid getting kicked in the ribs.
âItâs me!â he said louder, but it was clear you didnât hear him. In a quick movement he reached out, yanking the blindfold off your eyes, and put his hands on both sides of your face. âItâs me. Joel.â
In the first moment his touch made you recoil and the look of fury deepened on your face while you continued to scream bloody murder. Your eyes were so wild and terrified, Joel wanted nothing more than to pull you close to his chest and never let go.Â
âLook at me, baby. Itâs alright,â he whispered soothingly, brushing his thumbs over your cheekbones like he vaguely remembered you doing when he was unconscious. âItâs me. I wonât let anyone hurt you.â
Your eyes slowly started to focus on his face for the first time since he took the blindfold off, and Joel felt like something was tearing his chest apart at the sight of fear and disbelief on your face.
âItâs okay, darlinâ,â he muttered in a strangled voice, trying not to show he was close to crying, too. âItâs me. Youâre safe now.â
A broken sob issued from your throat when you took in the sight of him, your eyes lingering on his face and stomach where the wound was.
â...Joel?â
âIâm here,â he said softly, quickly cutting the ropes binding you to the indent in the wall and wincing when he saw the red and purple marks around your wrists. âItâs okay.â
It wasnât okay, not for you and not for him. Your body was trembling when he finally cut your hands free and without hesitation gathered you in his arms. It seemed like all the bottled up stress was pouring out of you now with the tears as you cried into his jacket and he held you tighter.
âJ-JoelâŚâ
âI know, babygirl,â he whispered into your hair, rocking you both back and forth slightly. You were clinging to him almost desperately and it pained him physically to see how scared youâve been this whole time, but you were safe now, you were back with him and you were alive⌠âI know. Iâm so sorry.â
You pulled away abruptly and looked over his shoulder, your face crumpling in despair when you saw no one there.
âThey took Ellie, I donât know whereââ
âSheâs safe,â he quickly assured you. âShe got out and I found her just before cominâ here.â
You nodded with a sigh of relief, and he shifted his gaze to your calf, gently laying his hand just above the bandage.
âHowâs your leg? Can you walk?â
âOne of those fuckers shot me,â you murmured, not moving or attempting to stand up, which concerned Joel. âI didnât really have a chance to see if Iâll be able to stand on my own but they sewed it up provisionally.â Your eyes flickered to his and you smiled softly, brushing your fingers over the back of his hand. âNot as well as you, though.â Then your smile disappeared and your hand grabbed his in a firm grip, like you wanted to make sure he was really here. âHow are you, though? I was⌠Shit, I was so afraid Iâd lose you.â
Joel could only stare at you, having no clue what to say.
He was not good at talking. He knew what he should do, though â he should examine your leg and make sure it was alright, he should go back to Ellie and get you two out of here, he should calm down his goddamn pounding heart so that he doesnât pass out and cause you any more trouble.
But he couldnât will his muscles to move. He couldnât do anything, he couldnât think about anything at all â not when you were sitting in front of him, looking at him with those tearful, gorgeous eyes of yours, holding his hand so tenderly but firmly, your touch so soothing, so familiar, and he remembered vaguely the same fingertips caressing his face.
And your voice, those wordsâŚ
You said his name haltingly, but he didnât register any of that, instead letting the overwhelming feelings of relief and fear, and â and adoration â take hold over his body, and he affectionately took your beautiful face in his hands.
Your eyes widened slightly but then these irises he dreamt about so often flickered to his lips and your own parted slightly, and that was all he needed before he leaned in and kissed you deeply.
There was a moment of hesitation on your part during which Joel began to worry that he didnât read the situation right after all, but then you cupped his cheeks, too, and pressed yourself closer to him, letting him envelop your form in his arms with a quiet sigh.
It was better than he could have ever imagined. He could taste a hint of blood on your lips and hot, blinding rage surged through his veins at the thought of those bastards hurting you. His kiss turned harder and more desperate â he needed to make sure you were really here with him, he wanted to feel your every breath in his own lungs. You didnât pull away, only tangling your fingers in his short hair, and the small noises you were making were driving Joel crazy with lust and relief. He felt dizzy, like he was going to faint again but he pushed through it, keeping his attention solely on you.
The second you two parted, even before you had a chance to catch your breath, the words started spilling out of his mouth fumblingly.
âListen, I⌠I heard you,â he whispered, panting like he just ran a mile â and his heart certainly acted like he did. âMâpretty sure I wasnât halucinatinâ, but even ifâ doesnât matter, I want⌠no, I need to tell you this, IâŚâ
He exhaled nervously and shook his head, avoiding eye contact with you because he was damn sure he'd burst into flames if you looked at him like that again.
Fuck, he was really not good at this.
He cursed under his breath, missing a concerned look you gave him, and felt your hand covering his where it was still situated on your cheek. He knew that with this gesture you wanted to make it easier for him somehow, but it only caused his chest to get even warmer and tighter. âJoel, slow downââ
âI⌠I love you,â he finally choked out, softly brushing your cheekbones with his thumbs. And damn his old, faulty heart, he wanted to gaze into your eyes again, even if it was going to kill him, so thatâs exactly what he did. âI loved you for so long, darlinâ, and I got so fuckinâ scared that I wonât be able to tell you and, and itâs okay if I only imagined you saying that and you donât feel that way, but I needed to tell you, IâŚâ
All strength left him when he paused to draw a breath. His vision was becoming blurry and for a second he was certain heâs losing consciousness again, but it turned out they were only tears filling his eyes, blurring your form before him.
Which was even worse, somehow.
âIâm sorry.â He intended to sound reassuring and strong but it came out more like a broken whisper and he hated himself for feeling so weak and helpless when you and Ellie needed comfort and strength. He couldnât help it though â all this time when he was looking for his girls the only things that kept him going were anger, terror and regret. Now there was relief, yes, but⌠he felt so very tired and old.
You turned your head slightly to plant a soft kiss on the inside of his palm, and Joelâs head snapped up. Tears were filling your eyes and he immediately scanned your body for other injuries, any signs of damage or pain, but then this gorgeous smile he so loved illuminated your face, and it put all of his anxieties at ease.
âYou werenât hallucinating,â you said quietly. âI did say that. And I love you, too, Joel.â
He couldnât help a short, breathless and broken laugh that escaped him when he really heard you speaking those words, this time as clearly as day.
You sniffled and mirrored his smile, and in the next second Joel was kissing you again.
He knew you two had to go, had to get back to Ellie and leave this god-forsaken place, so he tried to be quick, but you â your smile, your touch, all of you â were so distracting and not eager to help him pull away in the slightest.
âI love you too, babygirl, love you so much.â He peppered your face with kisses, ignoring tears running down his cheeks and disappearing into his beard and under your hands. âSo fuckinâ much⌠Donât ever scare me like that again.â
âBecause your old heart canât handle it?â you teased and he huffed a laugh. A damn tease in every situation, he wanted to say, but before he had a chance to chide you, you pulled him in for another deep kiss. Joel decided youâre off the hook this time.
âExactly, darlinâ. Now hold onto my arm, weâre gonna see if you can stand, and then weâre goinâ back to Ellie.â
A hiss and a grunt of pain escaped you when he attempted to pull you to your feet, but you gritted your teeth and shook your head quickly when he froze, worry evident on his face. Turned out you could stand on your own and even slowly limp forward, but clearly had to push through intense pain to do so. Joel offered you his shoulder (against which his tired body protested immediately) but it made walking easier for you, so he sucked it up.
âI got you,â he whispered when he helped you up the stairs, keeping an arm around your waist for support. You whimpered every time you had to climb up a step, and Joel took hold of your hand, brushing his thumb over your skin lovingly. âThatâs a good girl. Just a couple more.â
You didnât let go of his hand even after these âcouple moreâ steps.
He kept his hand on your shoulder when you finally got reunited with Ellie and tears of relief spilled out of your eyes.
You tangled your fingers with his when the three of you were leaving this cursed, cruel place.
You all held each other when Ellie broke down and you both hugged her tightly, trying to make her feel safe again.
He hooked his little finger over yours, not wanting to drag you down when he started to lean on you, getting significantly weaker from how far he traveled and how hard he fought in the state he was in.
You grasped his hand again that night when you laid down next to him in his sleeping bag while Ellie was curled close to the two of you on Joelâs other side.
He didnât let go when he leaned in to kiss you again, keeping his touch soft and gentle, and pulled you as close as he could, murmuring words of love and sweet promises into your hair.
Both of you knew you had a lot to talk about in the upcoming days â and probably even weeks. All three of you needed time to heal, physically as well as mentally.
But just for this moment, Joel couldnât be happier and more relieved as it was slowly dawning on him that after this horrible, hellish nightmare, he had both of you right next to him, breathing and alive, and not chased by anyone for now. Two persons he loved in very different ways, but who were his entire world, whether he was ready to admit it or not.
As if reading his thoughts, you shifted slightly and kissed the edge of his jaw sleepily. His eyes closed, hiding the wetness in them.
He really couldnât believe his luck.
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