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simplymurdock · 5 months

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I Find It In A Ironic And Poetic Way

summary: Joel finally makes good on his promise to take you outside the OZ’s walls. It is more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined.

pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, post-outbreak, mentions of broken bones, but it’s really just prue fluff

word count: 1,310 words

authors note: i was rewatching not only the show but also parts of the game and couldn’t get over how beautiful the city was. i am absolutely putting myself into this because i am in love with the cities in tlou. this is short and sweet but i really wanted to get something out for yall for the holidays <3

“From this point you just keep your head down and follow my lead. You got that?”

“Joel I literally help you sell this shit, I think I can wrap my head around how dangerous this–”

“Not until you’ve been out there.” He cut you off. His voice was stern but not mean and by his extreme look you would think he would mean that in a mean way. But you’ve known him for too long to know that this was far from his version of mean. Looking down at both of your dirty and very worn shoes before your eyes looked back up to him. “Okay,” You gave him a small nod, knowing that he was doing all this to make sure he was keeping good on his promise. “Okay.” He repeated before leading the way down the tunnel. Glancing over his shoulder ever so often to make sure you were still following but that you were also staying close. The sewer tunnel was what you would think one would smell like. Which was god awful. The fear of getting caught took up the front part of your brain. The punishment for getting caught leaving the walls was public hanging. The same punishment was also for disbursing contraband which is what you help them with so either way you’re fucked.

Helping sell the contraband wasn’t even his idea. It originally was Tess’s, she suggested you because of you approachability. Along with the fact of knowing your fair share of people. The guys insisted that they had to be nearby in case someone tried to pull one over the two of you. Which resulted in a few broken noses, ribs, and (or) shoulder.

“We’re reaching the exit, so this is gunna be the most dangerous part.” He warned as the two of you walked towards the blue light growing with each step. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, feeling your body grow with glee.

The track through the exit took longer than the actual journey to it. Having to wait out on different sounds of trucks driving past. And staying out of the bright spot light that swept the area. But you made it. Losing counts of the time Joel had his hand out across you after hearing voices. The sight of the skyscraper and the busted up roads made it all worth it. Even though it was pitch black outside with only the two of yall’s flashlights and the small shine of the half moon it was still breathtaking. The rooftops could only allow you to see so much over the QZ’s walls. It was ecstasy how you thought it would be, just adding more greenery and overgrowth than you realized but it was still amazing.

“We’ll spend the night in the hotel tonight and in the morning make the track to Bill and Franks.” Joel explained as the two of you jogged up the steps. He held the door open for you as you stepped inside. Shining your light all around the room. Landing on the floor being flooded seeing it almost reaching the bottom part of the countertop.

“How deep is this?” You asked looking over your shoulder. He walked to your side, his shoulder pushing up against yours. Your light was shining down on the muddy murky water. He scoffed lightly before taking a step down the small four steps and walking into the water. Turning back towards you with a smug smile, “Not that deep,” He remarked holding his hand out for you. A small smile crept onto your face reaching forward and taking his hand. Using it to keep your balance while your feet shaklee felt their way down the few steps. Reaching his side and your smile grew as you shined your light upwards. Seeing the different levels, the different decorations, the broken parts of the railing on the second floor. “I could never afford to stay in a place like this,”

“Me neither,” He replied, looking at you in a way he hasn’t looked at anyone in a long time. The look of complete ‘aw’ in your eyes and your smile that was infectious.

The two of you made it up to the higher levels finding one of the rooms that still had a mattress, and the door was still on its hinges. Using the decaying and watered damaged dresser to block the door. Taking the curtains that were on the floor (still on the rod) and laying it down on the musty mattress. Pulling out each of their blankets they had packed and going to sleep. Joel was the last one to fall asleep just sat upright watching as your chest raised and fall. The comforting feeling knowing that you were sleeping peacefully next to help helped him actually fall asleep. It being the first time he woke up and realized that he had slept through the night. The bright sun was already piercing its way in, the reason he woke up in the first place. Rubbing his hand over his eyes before letting it fall beside him. Panic feeling his body not being able to feel you anywhere around him. His eyes shot open as wide as they could, his body shot upwards looking around the room.

His tense body quickly left, letting out a small breath as his eyes landed on you. Sat on top of the desk you had moved towards the smashed out window. Using one of the old pillows as a cushion to sit on the window seal.

“How long have you been awake?”

You turned over towards him, giving him a soft smile. “I saw the sunrise!” You beamed looking back out the window. Joel let out a small scoff, you weren’t a morning person and yet seeing the sunrise was like the highlight of your life. “It’s different than seeing it at QZ. The moment when the sun is slowly making its way up and covering the whole sky with pale blue. That is my sunrise.”

While Joel was listening to you, he was getting out of bed and walking over towards you. Leaning his right shoulder into the wall so he was facing you. “Why is it different from the QZ?” He already knew the answer because he had been outside on countless trips. But he wanted to see you explain it. Knowing it would cause your eyes to have a small sparkle in them. The small sparkle appeared every time you expressed something that meant a lot to you.

You turned towards him. Pressing your lips together, crossing your legs over one another to face him properly. “The building have smashed out windows, and broken parts of ceilings, flooring, and walls. I mean the ground is broken apart because of the fauna. I mean it’s actually quite stunning how the earth is reclaiming itself. The different ways the vines and grass grow as if to cover the buildings and everything around it! I find it in a ironic and poetic way.... What?”

He shook his head lightly, “Nothing..” He trailed off staring down at the one person who gave him something to smile about.

#back on my zombie shit #joel miller #joel miller <3 #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller tlou #joel the last of us #joel tlou fluff #zombie

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halflifebutawesome · 12 days

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MAY 16, 200-

#Cool fun facts about this one I drew it back in fucking March.#then I realized i got the date wrong and sat on it for 2 months and then decided to go back and touch it up for another. 2 HOURS .#This is the LONGEST I’ve ever spent on art. 13 and a half hours. Christ alive I’m never drawing again #Anyway . check this shit out.#ID in alt text #scenario that never happened but I like to think about. What if they all ganged up #it was supposed to be a head crab zombie in the hallway but I don’t want to touch this anymore so it’s Gman. ☝️ IDC #half life #half life 1 #gordon freeman #barney calhoun #adrian shephard #half life blue shift #half life opposing force #hlop4 #my art #guns #blood #bright colors #injury #ask to tag #hl #blue shift #opposing force #spore launcher #HAPPY RESCAS DAY . WOOOOOO #my fave detail on this that idk if anyone will notice. that’s not Barney’s helmet. it’s got a bullet hole in the side :)

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chirpsythismorning · 7 months

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#byler #stranger things #st5 predictions #hellfire club is on a hit list plastered around town with the word hunt surrounding it...#and jason who just gave a huge speech about how hellfire is a cult is now dead...#cool #oh and will byers aka zombie boy who everyone in town knows is gay apparently and whose disappearance jumpstarted these cursed events...#is back in town?#oh they're so fucked #what does intrigue me is that if this is explored at all whether it be blatantly or sub-textually #they're gonna need to establish byler's feelings fairly early on to warrant the town having suspicions about them and then acting on it #but seriously #their entire town is dust #almost everyone has left besides the party and the extremely religious folks who are using jason's words as their driving force...#shit is about to go down #i have a whole post in my drafts about mike being fuuuuuckedd #like there's just too much evidence supporting it #the fact that he is on the hellfire poster #the fact that they make a point to have jason looking for mike and also nancy say that she saw him die in the vision #the fact that the scene at the town hall has both a will and mike lookalike #but the scene with will looking at his lookalike directly as they drive into hawkins but without mike's lookalike present this tie #with the following dialogue literally acknowledging people missing and dying and the shot focusing on mike #the fact that mike has been consistently late at the start of every season #the fact that mike's accompanied by a funeral home fan in his s4 promo pics #the fact that his funkopop looks like it's getting vecna'd #the fact that finn himself joked about mike dying in the opening scene...#oh and my personal favorite #mike: 'how am i gonna survive a whole week without you guys?'#that week ain't over yet folks...#anyways

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bonefall · 7 months

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longtime dc fan and i think a lot of people are angry because alex is obviously one of the most culturally relevant instances of misogyny in media. that being said being more culturally relevant doesn’t mean it’s the worst instance of misogyny and i think bumble definitely experiences more profound misogyny in the way the actual content is presented, if that makes sense

I get you, and that's a charitable way of looking at it.

I think what's rustling my jimmies is that like, there was a couple of WC fans being mildly dismissive of Alex in that note minefield, after dozens of comments of "fuck you how could you let the fridge woman lose" and "Bumble didn't deserve to win ANY rounds" and "how could A CAT experience misogyny." But then WE get blamed for the toxicity because THEY were butthurt that the Funny Cat People have the 'audacity' to win something they feel entitled to.

Like, we've gotta be endlessly charitable as we get openly insulted because they're upset about Alex losing, a very well-known and culturally relevant character with a legacy so massive we have a whole term named after her. But condemnations of "She's just a cat, letting WC into this poll was a mistake, Bumble can't even be a victim of misogyny" only started coming around once I started talking about it.

as if it's OUR fault people got passive-aggressive or even OPENLY aggressive towards us, and that we're "just as bad" for retaliating

But like you said, it's not a "Most Culturally Relevant Misogyny" tournament, it's a "Canon Misogyny Victims" tournament. And you're not even supposed to give a shit that Bumble died. The fat, woman abuse victim is beaten to death by a dictator, and your takeaway is meant to be, "It's so sad that Clear Sky is being blamed for murdering her, now they're all preparing for self-defense against a homicidal maniac, oh nooo :("

And I think that DOES make her deserve the win here! Alex is a MARTYR. Everyone with a brain agrees what happens to her is bad. It happened in her canon because it was bad. We talk about her and keep her memory alive. Bumble gets dismissed entirely out of hand because she's "just a cat in a kid's book" as if that doesn't make it worse, and as if the kid's book didn't treat a domestic abuse survivor like a moron for even asking for help.

Anyway, just to reiterate, I love DC fans. It's not all of you guys. Alex was done dirty and deserves justice-- and it's even kind of a shame that all she became is "The Fridge Woman." I haven't even heard people talk about how she was a wary, responsible person who was still ready to rock with Kyle's new weird glowstick powers, or that she was a journalist, or that she just got brought back in another edition as a Green Lantern only to be revealed as an illusion and re-absorbed back into Kyle's mind. Nope. Even her fans just remember her as The Fridge Woman.

#She wasn't even ONLY brought back as a green lantern btw she also came back as....#full disclosure I'm not a DC fan this is from My Best Friend + Wiki Education #...as a cool ass evil zombie black lantern #Only for Kyle to have to put her down like Old Yeller #Because he can't handle her Zomgirl Swag #How cunty of me would it be actually if. IF. Bumble sweeps the whole tournament and I go back and write whole essays for--#how each one of her opponents were worthy adversaries and explain exactly how deep the misogyny of canon went against them #Bones ''King of Women Appreciation'' Fall #Especially Chichi actually. If it had been Alex vs Chichi I would have gone to bat for Chichi.#Chichi was done dirtier than Alex. And also I would go PRETTY hard for my girl Android 18 #And ACTUALLY? One of the WORST victims of DB's misogyny? Don't @ me? Gine. Goku's mom #Behold my race of evil monkey space soldiers and how their violent nature has been exploited by a galactic capitalist dictator #Look at how in-depth I go to suggest them overcoming their battle-centric nature and show how in a different context this can be--#--applied for heroic ends #Watch the death of my main character's father and show how his last thought was comforted only by visions of how his son would one day--#overcome the dictator and avenge his death #Only for that to have been subverted because Goku didn't actually give a shit about revenge. Frieza simply threatened his friends.#NEVERMIND!! HIS MOM COULDN'T HAVE BEEN BLOODTHIRSTY BECAUSE SHE'S WOMAN #HOW CAN YOU FEEL BAD FOR THE DEATH OF A WOMAN. A WHOLE PLANET. IF HER HUSBAND DOESN'T LOVE HER AND SHE ISN'T A PERFECT LOVING MOTHER #SHUT UP SHUT UP. GINE KILL THIS MAN #10000 GUNS IN GINE'S HANDS #ouuugh and her husband saved her sooo many times on their expeditions because she sucks and thats why they fell in love :) PERISH. DIE #BAD TORIYAMA. BAD.#JAIL FOR TORIYAMA 10000 YEARS #And Saiyans apparently didn't even really develop romantic bonds between mates but nuuuuh #Gotta have these two be a perfect husbandwife pair with their little nuclear family #Anyway. Aromantic Vegeta with Bulma as QPR partner and coparent be upon ye #stop teasing me by retconning romantic feelings into ur aromantic alien species to ship them im a shaking chihuahua.#also ur all lucky we're not going to be facing Sakura in the next round guys #Sakura is my fucking white whale

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moppopus · 8 months

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Damn is been a minute since I posted anything ermmmm….. I’ve got three new ocs since I’ve been away Zzoe, Showboat, and Eureka. They are a colorful bunch huh?

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dootznbootz · 3 months

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Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".

They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)

I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅

Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂

#I wrote this last night. I'll do the asks I got later. don't worry! :D #I am the cheese god remember?😅#I think these two would try to “out-cheese” each other and whoever is left speechless first loses #“I would forget my own name before I would ever forget you” bullshit. CHEESY #And yes. “I sleep in our nest with you or outside on the dirt” stupidity >:D #I plan for Odysseus as a beggar to ask why she waits so long. As he's been gone a longer amount of time than the time they had together #(Simply asking as reassurance. He knows his answer. Calypso asked him. but what about Penelope?) but she gets mad at the #“Beggar” and pities him as he must be telling the truth about having a miserable life if he never got the chance to know such devotion #How what they have could never be sullied by #something as trivial as distance and years. How the years with him were the best in her life. Only made better by their son.#'My dear Joy made songs and poems about love a reality as that was simply the life we shared. Even separated our 'song' will always echo #no matter how long it's been. I'LL make sure it always does. And I know he's doing the same... That strange man used to say that #even if he died his corpse would drag itself back to us before he'd ever give up.'#...I'm not one for 'odyssey zombie au' but when I first heard it yeah. :'D Came up with this back then #“His eyes as hard as flint or horn-” Bullshit! The sad lil fuck is hiding sobs with coughs and telling her to keep away for fear of her #catching whatever “illness” he has. The nice thing about being disguised as old means sickly old man works.#...#I'm noticing that Odysseus has a lot of silly oneliners while I write Penelope with a shit ton of set up :'D #They are so silly and I love them so much #...I wrote a lot :'D #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #odypen #yahoo!!!#sometimes I wonder if I should tag this with more things but I don't want to taint the regular tags with my bullshit :'D I KNOW I'm insane

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spinjitsuburst · 8 months

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I’ve been reading a very very very dark Skybound Fic all night and I feel slightly ill but I’m so so obsessed with literally every “how Jay’s lightning works” headcanon

#IM FINE LMAO I OVERESTIMATED HOW DARK THIS WOULD GET BUT IM ALL GOOD #I’m waiting until tomorrow to finish it cuz like Dear first master #it’s #6 in the morning #but I stay silly :3 #my mom’s gonna be like are you okay when I’m a zombie tomorrow and imma be like #NO #CUZ JAY IS STILL ON THAT FUUUCKING SHIP #LIKE GOD HOW MUCH MORE CAN HE TAKE #WE’RE SIX CHAPTERS IN AND THERES STILL SIX TO GO WHAT ELSE CAN THEY DO TO THIS MAN #in case you’re wondering it’s bending but never breaking #DO NOT #READ IT #IF YOU ARE A MINOR #AND HEED THE TAGS BECAUSE THEYRE ALL ACCURATE #but holy fuck it’s FASCINATING #ALSO KUDOS TO THE AUTHOR FOR JAY CONTINUING TO BE SNARKY THROUGH ALL THAT HOLY SHIT????#ESEPCAILYL CHAPTER 6 LIKE LITERALLY ITS SO LONG AND SO FUCKED UP #BUT LIKE THE IDEA THAT JAY CAN KNIT HIS WOUNDS BACK TOGETHER WITH LIGHTNING AND SHIT THATS SO COOL ALSO THE BODY HORROR FROM NADAKHAN IS SO #SICK NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE ACTUALLY MAKE HIM MONSTROUS (physically he’s obviously a monster) BUT LIKE #MAN #I JUST CANT GET OVER JAYS LIGHTNING THO #I’m gonna find the post where #cuz I found the fic from a post #cuz the post talked about it #the lightning stuff so imma reblog that probably #that was a long winded ramble uhhhhh #anyways I literally reached my tag limit so rip i rambled here huh #spinjitsu screams #I’m not tagging ninjago over my unhinged rambling in the tags at the crack ass of dawn I’ll be normal tomorrow maybe

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 9 months

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I love the idea that morphing will feature more in movies in the animorphs universe post war and whenever one of the Anumorph's sees a morphing scene, they immediately mock the implausibility. Like, they see a shot of someone running while morphing with ease and mock how implausible that would be in real life

Oh yeah, and the biggest thing is that (I assume) Hollywood would have to make it look way less disturbing than it does in real life, if they wanted to show it on TV. Probably faster, too. So it'll become like childbirth is right now, where showing what it's really like would offend a lot of people and so instead it gets minimized to heckall.

At the extreme, it'd be as weirdly fast and weirdly pretty as the transformations in that godawful movie they made of Blood and Chocolate:

and Marco would probably bust a gut laughing every time he saw it played back.

#animorphs #hollywood #morphing #anyone else remember the scene in The Last of Us where the lady fights off zombies *while giving birth*?#my mom got a good laugh out of that one #there's making childbirth unrealistically easy on TV and then there's... whatever the hell that was #also The Woman King having their protag step into the woods and shit out a baby in 10 mins flat before immediately going back to work???

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bylertruther · 2 years

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byler + santa clarita diet au where will is sheila and mike is joel. you nod and clap and agree because you know that it fucks severely and fits them perfectly, yes

summary for the uninitiated:

#blood tw #mine #will is literally zombie boy n mike is Like That . liek. please ... . . it suits them so well they're already canonically halfway there #will Goes Thru Some Shit n comes back wrong aka he's actually zombie boy #mike is just like his canon s2 self. knows fuck-all abt what's going on with his monster bf but he tries his best bc one thing abt him is #he WILL support n defend not only will's gay rights ... but also his gay wrongs 🫶#they don the s2 tunnel outfits not to go into the tunnels obvi but bc they're making n packing will's 'lunches' for the week #hashtag meal planning bc mike breaks down 2 will one time n says if they're going to do this they're going to do it RIGHT gdi #sits down at his laptop later and scrolls through housewife pinterest for hours to get all the cleaning + meal planning tips #will says he's on a caveman diet or some other bullshit bc he can't eat people food anymore only raw meats #the party thinks its fucking Gröse n dustin doesn't buy it n el says eW wiLL [insert a grimace she 100% learned from mike here]#in the early days when they're still getting the hang of things or shit just goes fucky during um . well. them getting will some Lunch #they hit an artery or smth idk n get blood on mike's sweater and he whines abt it SO much and NEVER lets will forget tht it #was his FAVORITE sweater actually!!!! the things he does for love smh..... 🙄#clasps my hands 2gether. ok so which one of u is writing it then . teacher voice It's Okay I'll Wait .#DFBJHBDJHBFJDHJ #ideas

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shinmiyovvi · 4 months

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XVII

THE STAR

Tarot Card 1/8

#call of duty zombies #cod zombies #codz #cod zombies oc #codz oc #original character #fanart #shin's bimbinis #primis main ocs #valena villanueva #primis val #ik the number of the tarot card is smol but I tried #I like the new design of the card ngl #I was planning to post my old tarot cards before but didn't like how it turned out so I decided to make a redraw of it instead #And I am happy with it the lighting is making me wanna turn this into my pfp and lockscreen wallpaper on my phone #I wanted to add flowers but meh I'm just gonna bring back the usual gemstone shit #The gemstone here is a blue lace agate #Idk if it looks like one but here you go then

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lonelyangelonlyangel · 10 months

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whoever invented seroquel is not seeing heaven i know that much

#i’m supposed to be taking this trash AGAIN until the mess w my insurance is fixed BUT I WILL NOT TAKE IT #it literally makes me a sluggish disassociative zombie AND I SLEEPWALK?? AND SLEEPEAT??#idc if i go have an episode and go insane i’m not going back on this shit put me in the psych ward #the first time i took it i gained 45 lbs in two months #so no thank you #vent #personal #seroquel #quetiapine

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simplymurdock · 7 months

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Late Night Visitor

summary: you get a late night visitor which leads to emotions finally being able to be expressed.

pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

warnings: just some teeth rotting fluff, mentions of a stab wound and first aid, and cursing.

word count: 2k words

authors note: i wrote some fluff of Joel because i absolutely am in desperate need of fluff with joel. i hope y’all enjoy this little fic, i didn’t want to force myself to write a lot because i’m still trying to get back into the swing of things. but i still hope y’all enjoy a little bit of fluff for your day <3

The Boston QZ was oddly beautiful at night. In a weird way the night always brought you a type of comfort. The OZ had brought back a familiar city feeling, a comforting peace. A type of peace before the apocalypse happened and everything went to shit. The sense of familiarity you would so desperately held onto any time you could. Having not been originally from Boston, you had to throw out any and all sense of your home before leaving. Taking only the few physical memories and keep-saks you could, you did. Of course, you had tried making you and your fathers small two bedroom apartment feel more like the home you had left, but nothing would ever match it.

Here you were again, alone at night as your father worked whatever high paying job he could. Finding out that the most dangerous was the highest paying, which almost always happened during the night. Your job was to keep up with the house and buy anything they needed. That was until people took note of your sewing skills. They were better and lasted much longer than the OZ’s shit quick job that would charge you three times the amount. This night was your night off, trying to give your fingers a break once a week from stabbing a needle itself or the eye of the needle into them.

Normally on your days off would be with one of the Miller brothers down the hall, and either play cards, tell them the craziest shit you had seen that week, or just annoy them. Joel was your favorit to annoy, but he wouldn’t ever send you away.

Currently neither brother was home, both of them and Tess had gone out the day before towards Bill and Frank’s for more things they could smuggle in and sell. They would always bring you back any medical supplies or sewing supplies you needed or they thought you'd like. Having had to sew up one of them once or twice in the past. It was a silent agreement amongst them. They would part with whatever you needed for sewing, and they would bring some first aid along with trusting their life in your hands. Certain people would only come to you for help, only trusting you and not wanting anything to do with QZ’s first-aid. Rathering it being a workplace accident or kids rough housing going too far most knew you wouldn’t say anything to anyone. So late night visits weren’t something you weren’t all the strange too. Rather, it was yet another workplace accident that needed either a good clean or a few stitches. Nothing extreme or life threatening.

Nothing as extreme as when Joel had taken you to Bill and Frank’s after Bill had gotten shot. It was mostly because Frank was a nervous wreck about if Bill was okay or not. So, Joel offered to take you down there to take a look at him, and reassure both of them that everything would be fine. And they were. You cleaned his wound thoroughly before you left and gave Frank some really reassuring details on how to take care of the wound. Which had put you in each of their good graces, which for saying a lot for how stand off-ish Bill was. You made sure that the brother’s or Tess always checked up on them for you. And always made sure that they knew you would always come out whenever they needed you too.

You wanted to go on runs with them. Always have offered to go with them, rather they needed the help or not. Just wanting to see something different then the same walls, the same house, the same building, and the same people. But they would always tell you no. Even when you tried asking a different person trying to get at least one ‘yes’ each and everyone had told you ‘no’. Saying that they didn’t want to have to look out for you. Which was bullshit in your eyes, after all you were only six years younger then Tommy.

So, here you sat on your window seal with a folded up blanket to act as some type of cushioning while your left leg hung out the frame and your body leaned against the wall. Times like these were one of the only times you felt at peace in this hellscape. A lot of people wouldn’t believe how quiet it actually got at night. Most thought that the sounds of trucks or booming voices over the PA system would keep you up. In reality this was the time you had to be silent, with everyone knowing the fact of the infecteds love of noise. Of course with the rise of the fireflies there was now a patrol truck that would pass with a spotlight every so often, mostly just shining them at any dark alleyway before moving on. And it’s not so quiet you could hear a pin drop, no. The already paper thin walls were now decacing making everything even more louder. Hearing people having agreements, rather it being a drunken agreement or one that would end in tears, you heard every word. Sex, not as embarrassing as it once was and now a more ‘get it over with so you two can shut the hell up’ mood. But there was one noise that caught your attention. A soft subtle knock at your knock.

Shrugging it off with being a knock from down the hall. It hadn’t sounded like it was directly at your door, so you paid no mind.

That was until it came again, and again, and the fourth knock was the one that had you already up and onto your feet. Glancing at the clock, you figured it was a few hours off but it was still late in the night. And definitely not time for your father to be getting off his shift.

You pulled the door open, confused and shocked seeing Joel leaning on your door frame. He was covered in sweat and caked in dirt, panting holding his shoulder with his right hand while his left stayed limp and leaned against the frame. “Joel, what the hell are you-”

“I got stabbed.”

You blinked once before your eyes widened realizing that was the reason his left arm was limp. Taking only a second to step aside to let him in, looking down both ends of the hall for any stray people wandering around at night before shutting and dead bolting the door. “Where?” You asked already going to your closet. Reaching into the far back for an old black backpack that held all your first aid supplies that was hidden under piles of your winter clothes.

“Left shoulder. Asshole got me as I was walking away from him.” He groaned out taking off his jacket, slowly peeling it off his wound seeing the bright blood on it.

You started laying the items out onto your kitchen table, “How big was the knife and why the fuck did you pull it out?”

“I stabbed him in the chest with it.”

“That’s stupid Joel, you never pull the knife out!”

“Well I wasn’t going to let him get away with stabbing me!”

You sighed shaking your head, “You’re gunna be the death of me Joel Miller. Look, shirt off, sit in the chair with you back facing the table.” You told him as you moved down to the fridge, or what used to be a fridge and was now a pantry for either nuts, cans, or alcohol. Reaching in the far back for the more potent stuff. “I think these are the only times I have to bring out the gooodd…” You trailed off after turning back towards him seeing he was shirtless. Of course this wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless. He once had a gash on his upper thigh that you had to look at once, which broke the awkward air around you two. Taking two steps closer to him, holding the bottle out for him to take. Which he did, pulling the cork out before taking a large swig before placing it back onto the table. Nodding his head lightly, sitting down in the chair backwards, resting his arms on the back of it. “Let’s get this over with.” He said preparing himself for the incoming pain.

You slid onto the top up the table, having had to brush your body up against his to get here. Sitting with your legs crossed for ease across the lean back and forth. You started with cleaning the wound. Pouring a bit of the alcohol onto a rag and cleaning around the wound, Joel flinched at the sudden coldness before relaxing again. Once all the blood, dirt, and sweat was off you went to change the rage. Not wanting any chance to get any infection getting the rag ready, “Here comes the hard part,” Seeing the muscles in his back tighten, through gritted teeth he let out a muffled ‘ready’. Placing the rag at the bottom of the cut, using your other hand to grab the bottle and pour some of it into the wound. His back tensed completely trying to fold in on itself. But he fought against the reflex, “Son of a bitch.” He cursed, tossing his head back, nearlying hitting yours.

“I know, I know,” You muttered watching the white fizzling stop. Placing the clear bottle of rubbing alcohol back onto the table. Handing the dark bottle of drinking alcohol over to his right side. Which he took, taking a large sip, setting the bottle onto the ground and letting his hand hang around it. “All I need to do is sew it up.”

“Great,” He muttered, letting his chain rest on the rim of the chair.

“See I don’t think this would’ve happened if I was with you,” You remarked. Taking the rag and using it to soak up the extra blood and alcohol from the wound.

“For the last time, you aren’t coming with.”

Taking the black thread, dipping it alongside the needle into the rubbing alcohol. Before threading the black color through the eye of the needle. “I just think I would be able to help make sure these type of things–”

“I can’t worry about you also.” His voice was stern, glancing over his right shoulder as a way not to mess up your stitching.

Your eyes kept watching the needle pierce through the skin, feeling Joel’s eyes staring at you. Finally looking over at him, meeting his eyes. Expecting him to be mad or completely fed up with you bugging him about the same topic. But they weren’t. Instead they were soft and gentle. Paired with what he had just said, it surprised you. He wasn’t making you stay because he thought of you as a bother or any person to have to drag along, but instead he would worry about you. Joel Miller, the man who didn’t dare show any emotion, was currently telling you that he cared about you.

“Joel–”

“No, after the first time we went out I was always on fucking edge. And on our way back I was still on edge. I couldn’t understand why, I mean I’ve done that track multiple times and didn’t understand why I was so worried. And it was because I was worried about something happening to you. Which I know sounds crazy since you’re currently stitching me up.” He explained scoffing lightly, watching you listening to his whole spill while continuing to stitch. “It’s just I realized how much I care about you. How much I actually wanted to spend time with you. Even if it means I get hurt,”

You were silent for a moment, trying to finish up the current stitch you were on. Feeling Joel’s eyes on you once again. Finishing the final stitch before looking over at him, pressing your lips together before breaking into a smile. “Fine, as long as I’m the only one that’s stabbing you.”

He laughed before winching at the stinging pain in his now closed wound. “You’re going to bust a stitch,” You warned, now drying the skin around the wound once more before getting the items ready to cover it. “As long as we end up like this I don’t mind, doll.”

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