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thetriumphantpanda · 11 months

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The Way You Miss Me | Joel Miller (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Summary | Joel has been MIA for a week since he kissed you on the porch. You're paired up for patrol, alone for the first time and Joel has twenty years of time to make up to you.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings | SMUT. MY BABIES ARE FUCKING AGAIN. Unprotect PiV sex, oral sex (F receiving) and some dirty talk for good measure.

Authors Note | It took me so long to get this right in my brain, but these two idiots are finally together again and I'm so happy that they get aa happy ending. This is the last full chapter of The Way You Miss Me - I have a small epilogue planned coming out soon to round their story off. I'd love to know what you think - you can pop into my ask to let me know and as always, reblogs, comments and likes are my life blood.

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It’s just past 9am when a knock at your front door pulls you from the bottom of your coffee mug. You set it down on the coffee table and answer the door. It’s Tommy.

“Good mornin’, sunshine,” He greets as usual, “Nice day, right?”

You lean against the door frame, “Morning Tommy,” You smile, you know he wants something, “Absolutely, looks like it’s going to be a scorcher.”

“Perfect day to get out and about, right?”

You smirk, “What do you want, Tommy?”

“Ben is sick, he was due to head out on patrol up to the lodge, I was wondering if maybe you’d consider taking his duty today?”

It had been a week since the last time you’d gone out. Since the close call with Ellie and Joel. Since Joel stood on your front porch and kissed the life out of you. Or back into you. You still couldn’t decide. A week since you’d seen him. You didn’t know where he was hiding.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not, what time was he due to head off?”

“He was down for midday patrol, should mean you’re back in time for dinner later,” His hand moves to the back of his neck, like it always does when there’s something else, he’s not telling you, “You should know Joel is down as his patrol partner, I know things haven’t been easy between you two, so if you’re not comfortable, I can take it instead.”

You shake your head, so Joel hasn’t told Tommy about kissing you. Interesting. Were you about to go back to being a secret again?

“It’s alright Tommy, I’m a big girl,” You shrug your shoulders, “Plus, Maria will have my ass, you’ve got a baby to think about now, can’t have you out there risking life and limb just yet.”

“I owe you one, thank you,” Tommy reaches out to squeeze your arm, “I’ll make sure he’s on his best behaviour.”

“I’m capable of putting that man in his place Tommy,” You say, pushing yourself off the doorframe, “We’ll be fine.”

There’s a slight breeze through the trees as you walk which makes the heat pleasant. You’ve got a rifle strapped to your back, much like you had when you’d taken Joel and Ellie to the lake, and a handgun resting in the back of your jeans. Joel is walking a few steps behind you; he’s been like that since you left Jackson an hour ago.

“Enjoying the view, Miller?” You shoot over your shoulder.

“Always have.” Is his response. He can’t see your face but you’re smiling.

You have to admit, this is weird. When you’d met with him at the gun store, he’d been polite, saying hello, but keeping his distance. You thought maybe once you’d left the confines of town he’d lighten up, walk closer to you, maybe even hold your hand, but he’d kept a few steps behind you all the way. Maybe it had something to do with the tight jeans you’d decided to wear, but something in you suspects he’d a few steps behind to keep an eye out, to protect you if something goes wrong.

It doesn’t take long for you both to reach the bottom of the hill that leads to the lodge. You stop and prepare yourself. You’d first done this run with Tommy in the winter and it had almost killed you. The snow had made walking up the steep incline even harder, and when Tommy had announced you were halfway you thought you might cry. Your lungs were screaming, the calf muscles in your legs threatening to cramp.

“You alright?” Joel asks, finally standing side-by-side with you.

“I hate this fuckin’ hill.” You reply simply.

Joel laughs, “Come on, you’ve still got youth on your side, I’m old and this is fine.”

“I’m forty-five years old Joel and my knees have gone to shit,” You hit his arm, “And my lungs are not what they once were.”

He’s stepping forward to start walking, “That’s what you get for starting on cigarettes,” He scoffs, turning around to you, “You should really give up.”

“Don’t try and take the high ground Miller, it won’t work.”

He holds out his hand to you now, “Will you take my hand, for God’s sake,” He chuckles, “It’s not going to burn you.”

You slip your hand into his and he’s pulling you up the start of the hill. His hand is still large against your own, his skin still rough and calloused, like it always had been. You’d expected him to let go of your hand once you got moving, but instead, he moves to lace his fingers through your own. You look down at your entwined hands and up at his face, which shows a smile you hadn’t seen in forever.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much,” He speaks softly as you tackle the hill together, “Tommy’s been bustin’ my ass with patrols all week.”

“It’s alright Joel, you’re here now.” You give his hand a squeeze and a comfortable silence falls between you.

“Listen, I wanted to say sorry for what I said before,” You can tell he’s a little out of breath, but you don’t know whether that’s from the hill or the nerves you can feel radiating through him, “It was wrong of me to tell you I hadn’t thought about you, truth is darlin’ I never stopped, always wondered what happened to you, where you were, what you were doin’, it drove me crazy the whole time,” He stops to take a deep breath, “I’m fuckin’ awful at this,” He grumbles to himself, “I guess what I was tryin’ to say to you was that thinking you were dead helped me stop thinking that maybe you weren’t safe, that someone had you or somethin’ like that.”

“Joel, stop, please,” You give him another squeeze to his hand, “It’s fine, I get it. There were times when I tried to do the same, although I suppose if anyone was going to make it through this whole ordeal then it was always going to be you,” The hill is becoming steeper and you’ve both slowed down, “I guess I just always knew if it wasn’t going to be you, you know, that I ended up with, I didn’t want anyone else, that’s why I kept telling myself one day, one day I’d find you, and all that matters now is that I did, we can forget everything else, let’s just focus on moving forward.”

It takes another thirty minutes or so of walking before you’re cresting the brow of the hill and the lodge comes into view. Joel let’s go of your hand for the first time since he took it, letting you press your palms to your knees, bent over to catch your breath. He’s right, you need to give up the smoking.

Once you’re both sure the lodge is still secure with no signs of infected or raiders, you move to the guestbook which Tommy had set up and write both yours and Joel’s name down, with the date and any observation notes. When you turn around, he’s leant against the railings, arms crossed over his chest with his backpack and rifle placed against the wall. The sun in framing him like he’s straight from the pages of the bible, creating a halo around his head, and you think he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but then again, he always was.

“C’mere darlin’.” He reaches a hand out to you and you walk the short distance, taking hold of it.

He tugs you to his chest, arms wrapping around your shoulders as yours circle his waist. You can feel him take a deep breath at the top of your head and instinctively you do the same, soaking in his smell. You feel content here, he always was your safe haven.

“I’ve missed you so much Joel.” You speak softly, feeling one of his hands drop to your lower back, pressing you further into his body.

“I missed you too darlin’ girl,” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, “But I’m here now, and I’m not goin’ anywhere, I promise.”

You tilt your head towards his face, pressing yourself up on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You try to pull away but instead, his firm hand presses into the small of your back to keep you still and then his mouth his on yours. It’s slow, his lips pressing against your own softly, so soft that you could almost convince yourself you were dreaming. He pulls away slightly, tilting his face so his nose bumps against your own, then his mouth is back on yours, this time with more force behind it.

One of his hands is tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your face towards him and as your mouth opens for him and your tongues are working against each other, you feel the hand that was at the small of your back work its way down. His hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans and he squeezes, earning a moan to fall from your lips, only to get drowned out on his tongue.

He pulls away and presses his forehead to your own, eyes closed, and you can tell he’s just as content as you are right now.

“I’ve thought about this for the last twenty years Joel,” You whisper, “Please, I need you.”

He smiles with his eyes still closed. He moves, turning your position so he has you pressed up against the railings this time. His lips are back on yours as his hands move to undo the button of your jeans, undoing it with the same prowess as he always had. He tugs the zipper down and then he’s dropping to his knees in front of you and you think you might combust with excitement. He’s pulling your jeans down your legs, trailing wet, open mouth kisses to your skin as he does. He’s unlacing your shoes and pulling them off before his husky voice is speaking to you again.

“Step out of this darlin’ girl.”

You do as he says, lifting one foot and then the other so he can pull your jeans right off. They’re discarded somewhere behind him, then he’s hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. Your head tilts back as you feel his mouth pressing kisses around the outline of your underwear. His hands are gripping the back of your legs, where the curve of your ass meets the back of your thighs and you think that if you have to wait any longer for what you want, your heart might stop.

“Joel…” You breathe out, fisting a hand in his hair to pull his attention to you, “I’ve waited too long for this for you tease me.” “What do you want, darlin’ girl?”

“Take these off and put your mouth on me, Miller.”

You can feel his smirk against your inner thigh as he pulls your leg from his shoulder. Your underwear is swiftly discarded, and your leg is back over his shoulder, his hands cupping the round cheeks of your ass in order to keep you upright.

He licks the pad of his tongue from your aching entrance all the way up the seam of your pussy until the tip of his tongue flicks at your clit and you crumple. His hands on your ass are doing a fine job of keeping you up as he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hand is fisting his hair and you’re pulling so hard you think you might hurt him, but judging from the depraved sounds that are coursing through your pussy, you don’t think it matters to him. He keeps you like this for what feels like forever, teasing your clit with his tongue until you’re practically grinding onto his face.

“Joel… fuck, oh my god, I’m so close, please…” You beg.

“Please what?”

“Make me cum.”

He wastes no time. He does exactly what he used to do all those years ago. He pushes two of his fingers into your weeping pussy, curling them in just the right way that you’re keening at him, shallow breaths heaving through your chest as his lips suction around your clit. It’s too much. It’s always been too much. Before you know it, your legs are shaking and cries of “JoelJoelJoel…” are falling from your lips as he works you through the first orgasm you’ve had since you last saw him.

He presses kisses to your inner thigh, rubbing his stubble on your skin to wipe off most of your slick before he’s standing. There’s concern in his eyes because you’re crying. Genuine tears of happiness that the man you had wanted all along really was here and was still able to pull earth-shattering orgasms from you like it was nothing.

“I’m okay,” You reassure him, “Just happy.”

He kisses you and the taste of yourself on his lips is sinful. You drink the taste of yourself from him, letting your palm run over the growing bulge at the front of his jeans, “You going to fuck me, Miller?” You ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He’s turned you around now, the front of your body pressed against the railings. You can see the whole world in front of you. The sun just beginning to set, the wind rustling the trees, and Jackson out in the distance. You hear Joel undoing his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Then you feel his skin against your own, the hardness of his cock pressing into your ass. He takes a moment to push his fingers back inside you, gathering your slick which he then uses to coat his own length, before he’s lining up to you and gently pushing himself inside.

If you thought the feeling of his mouth had been a relief, it was nothing compared to this. He had always been a snug fit inside you, the friction of his size sending tingles up your spine as he slowly edged himself inside you. He’d never fucked you bare before, too risky, but now you didn’t care. You could feel all of him inside you and it was like you’d never been apart. Fit right back together like two pieces of a puzzle.

He starts thrusting into you in earnest, clearly as overcome with the feeling of being back inside you as he always had been, “Fuckin’ hell darlin’, you’ve not changed a bit,” He pulls you flush against his chest, one hand resting at your throat, the other wrapped across your lower belly, mouth right against your ear, “Still fit me like a glove.”

“Oh Joel,” You moan, hands gripping the railing in front of you, “Harder, please.” You beg.

He obliges, just like he always has done, “Darlin’, I’m not gonna last much longer,” He breathes out, hand snaking down to your clit where he starts to rub tight circles around you, “Fuckin’ old man, I want to spend eternity buried inside you.”

“Ohhh Joel, don’t stop,” Your head falls back against his shoulder, “I’m… ah! Oh god, I’m going…”

“Go on, give me one more, always such a good girl for me.”

You do just that, the tight circles he’s rubbing on your clit and the filth he’s whispering in your ear, topped off with how his cock is slipping in and out of you, has you screaming his name out into the world below you as your feel your pussy clench around his cock. He’s not far behind you, he pulls out of you just in time to paint your backside with thick ropes of his cum as he fists himself through his own orgasm.

You fall forward, pressing your forehead into the railing whilst you catch your breath. Joel follows suit, his chest falling against your back whilst you both gather your thoughts.

“I have to admit, this is not how I thought I’d fuck you after all these years.” He’s chuckling into your ear as you both stand up, aware that you need to start heading back soon.

“We were never conventional Joel,” You smile as he hands you your clothes, “I’d have thought something was wrong if there was a comfy bed or I had to be extra quiet, so we didn’t wake anyone up.”

The walk back to Jackson is much easier downhill than it was going up it earlier. The sun is almost set when the gates open for you both. Joel had been holding your hand the entire time and you’d expected that once you got back to the safety of the commune, he’d let it go, but he does the opposite. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, and you find your hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans, just like his had up at the lodge.

You can see Tommy in front of The Tipsy Bison, he looks like he’s seen a ghost at the two of you, claiming each other in front of everyone else. And then he’s cheering, confusion written on the faces of the people around him who don’t know your history. It’s reminiscent of high school and you bury your head in Joel’s shoulder to hide your embarrassment. Joel shrugs his shoulder, so you lift your head.

“Not embarrassed to be seen with me, are you?” He’s joking, and you know it.

“Never.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips for everyone to see.

You’re done hiding from everyone else. Joel Miller was yours and you were his. No more secrets.

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toointojoelmiller · 2 months

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Have you ever consumed so many devastating TLOU fics that you your heart was at risk of being permanently broken? Does the thought of Part 2 being filmed right now and our collective timeline inching closer to *that scene* airing on HBO with Pedro and Bella make your palms sweat? Same!

My prescription for you is to read today's spotlight stories and remember that, actually, we can stop torturing these two at any time we'd like. (Personally, I won't, but reading Joel and Ellie father-daughter fluff once in a while is good for general mental health.) I'm always reading and writing angst and @becomethesun's fics always feel like a breath of fresh air - and, of course, makes me even more heartbroken at all of the what-could-and-should-have-beens that TLOU I promised and TLOU II used to torment us. She is currently writing a Sam and Henry live AU (Collaborators) that is an answer to my prayers. The two stories linked here are favourites of mine:

true blue by @becomethesun 18,505 words || 5 chapters featuring: family fluff, Ellie adapting to life in jackson, good dad Joel Miller, Ellie gets to be a kid

me and my dog (and an impossible view) by @becomethesun 6055 words || one shot featuring: family fluff, good dad Joel Miller, Ellie gets a dog

from @march-flowerr: "If I had to pick one fic only to re read for the

rest of my life, becomethesun’s “true blue is (it feels good to be known so well)” would probably be it. I’m hard pressed to think of a story that I hold dearer than this - five chapters, short but flush with all the small details and nuances of life in Jackson that we don’t get to see in the game. “True Blue” offers such a sweet catharsis while still holding to canon. Becomethesun gives us these compact, bright glimpses into Ellie’s daily life in Jackson: we get to see her goofing off with Dina and Cat, learning to relax into her relationship with Joel, finding her footing in her new family and community. It paints such a tender and clear picture of Ellie as a girl - not Ellie, the ex Fedra cadet, or Ellie the cure - but Ellie as a kid, with friends and questions and ambition and insecurities and a love for her little world so big that it is breathtaking.

In “me and my dog (and an impossible view)”, we’re introduced to Strelka, Ellie’s dog. She finds her as a puppy in an abandoned book store and brings her home to Jackson. Strelka sees her through her through her first rough days of school, sick days and snow days. I don’t really think much more needs to be said about this fic to illustrate just why it’s so good - Ellie gets a cute little dog that makes her happy. What more do you want, people??"

Re-reading these fics feel like coming home. There’s a lyrical cadence to becomethesun's words that I am drawn continuously to. I love the feel of her fics: the syrupy sweet way the story wends itself through from beginning to end, the way that all these intense emotions and elements are whittled down into simple, intimate moments, like making paper crowns with a friend or curling up with your dog after a long day. The real beauty of these fics is the way that becomethesun has chosen to take the small things - the mundane, the day by day - and has chosen to let them shine. To remind us that amidst real horrors - and let’s be real, TLOU has a lot of those - there is still good to be had, that the little things that make up a life well lived - the things we take for granted - are the most important things. That even when it feels like your world is ending, you can still sit on a porch with your family and feel safe. That at the end of the hardest days, you can always come home."

If you read and love this, please please show the author some love and leave a kudos / comment!! Happy fandoming y'all.

Joel Miller isn't dead if we keep him alive y'all.

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nehi-soda · 3 months

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Joel Miller Fic Master List

(All works are explicit; Minors DNI 18+ only.)

Requests are open :)

ONESHOTS

Bedroom Ceremonials - Joel Miller x Female Reader No Outbreak AU

Summary: His warm eyes were now stormy with frustration and concern, raindrops clinging to his dark hair, and his chaahart jacket soaked through from the rain. He doesn't waste a moment before unleashing his pent-up emotions, his breathing ragged as he towers in the doorway. "Where the hell were you?"

SERIES

Mean - Dark!Joel Miller x Female Reader Post-outbreak AU (DDDNE)

Summary: After Joel saves you from a group of raiders, you think he's your saviour, although he seems to have other ideas as to what that actually means.

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Part 1

Part 2 (in progress).

Part 3

Part 4

divider credit to @saradika-graphics

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tlouxobsessed · 1 year

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Abby Anderson oneshot —>

“High spirited”

You and your girlfriend Abby Anderson, have some fun after not seeing each other for a long weekend ;)

contains - daddy kink, switch behavior, smut, sex in general, BDSM, squirting and or creaming, tit play, ass play, vagina play (obvi) , shower sex, strapping, details of sexual behaviors.

I scrammed to take off my apron tossing it to the side, I was exhausted, I had been at the bakery all day, since five am. It was now '4:43' There was cake batter under my finger nails, frosting in my hair and crushed cake bites stuck in the creases of my converse.

"yuck"

I walked out to the front area shutting the glass door flipping the "WE'RE OPEN!" sign to the "closed :(" I swept, wiped windows, cleaned counters. I was done with this place for the weekend. It was Saturday night, holy fuck. Abby comes home today, once the realization hit me; I starting putting a little pep into my step with cleaning.

I've owned the bakery for well over two years now, the first time I met Abby was early Summer of 18' she was young, I was too. We played around a little, makeouts and sleepovers. Never sex. That was until my girlfriend of six years, Ellie Williams, left me to move to California. She was an amazing artist so I tried not to blame her until two weeks later, a post with her new GIRLFRIEND. I was devastated.

Abby hopped into my dms soon after that day, she asked to go get coffee. I explained I had a bakery so we agreed to meet here. She came here which one thing led to another and we fucked in the back room. It was one of the best days of my life...after that we smoked then ate an unhealthy amount of cupcakes, she ended up spending almost everyday with me at that bakery since. Or at least that was until last month....

“Baby…I’m so sorry but I got called down for some meetings next week back in Seattle ): I love you so much and once I get back I’ll take you on an amazing date.”

I wanted to die, genuinely. What if she leaves me like Ellie did? I wanted to vomit. I felt like I was going to when I had heard the news. But she texted me all day long; checking on me, sexting; I needed her so badly when she’d do that, and she knew I did. I had a plan for when she was coming back. I bought some lingerie, I was going to surprise her in the shower once she got home.

I arrived home, cleaning up, opening up a bottle of wine and plopping down on our sofa. I pulled out my phone checking messages….

Abby<3 - at the airport waiting…so bored and i’m missin’ you princess )):

y/n - ugh my baby, maybe i could help with that?

Abby<3 - oh god y/n…. don’t do this to me right now baby

y/n - I cannot wait to taste that pretty pussy of yours

Abby<3 - baby…..

y/n - making you feel good, rubbing my fingers down your slit. Rubbing your clit until you cum all over me.

I pulled down my pants and began rubbing my clit, videotaping it.

“fuck yeah- oh my god i’m gonna cum” I rubbed faster and faster until I felt my stomach churn, I released all over my hands licking them clean while recording. I pressed send and took a long sip of the wine. Tonight was going to be great.

Abby<3 - oh my god princess, I’m going to fuck the life out of you after. i’m getting in my taxi now, im fucking soaked. you have such a hold over me.

I smirked at the phone, I had to get everything ready now. She was forty minutes away, I had made some cookies and brownies; a charcoochie board and some pasta. I was beyond excited to fuck then eat.

I settled back down on the couch, it eating me up. I heard the door twisting to be unlocked, I quickly sipped my wine running to the door to welcome my girlfriend home.

“Y/N!!!” She screamed, I jumped up wrapping my arms tightly around her neck nuzzling. I began sucking on her neck, she pushed me away…

“y/n…” I leaned in kissing her not letting her finish that sentence, I could feel her face heating up. She needed me in her.

“baby- let me go shower first okay?” I nodded. All part of my plan. I pretended to go back and sit on the couch. Once I heard the water turn on, I made my way back into the bedroom. I took off all my clothes, the cold air made my nipples harden. I slipped on our pink strap-on, all eight inches, thick and girthy. God I couldn't wait.

~ Third person ~

Y/N slowly creppted into the bathroom, the glass door too fogged up to be seen through. You smirk as you slide the door open inviting yourself in. You wrap your arms around Abby kissing her neck, you taste her pine soap on her neck, the sweetness from it makes you even wetter.

"Fuck y/n" Abby let's out a choked moan while you rub the strap in between her folds. Pushing her over so she's holding onto the bench in the shower. You spit into your hand, she's already wet enough but you needed more.

You begin stroking the strap, slowly starting to push the tip into her.

"Holy fuck- oh my god..."

You smirk at her moans, she's so sexy when she's submissive. You begin grinding, reaching a hand up to cup one of her breasts. Your finger goes over her nipple immediately hardening it. You speed up, your stroking becomes faster as do her moans. The hot water hitting your back like shards of glass, the sweat pouring down your face. It was all so hot.

"babe...I'm gonna cum"

Abby let out her thick juices which proceeds to drip down the faux cock. You smile at her pleasure knowing you made her feel this way. "Princess...why don't you let mommy shower then I'll take care of you, okay?" You hurried out making your way into the bedroom, the strap falls from your waist. Drying yourself then slipping on your, sexy black and red lingerie.

Your feet smack against the ground, plopping onto the couch waiting for your lover to return. Abby walks out from the bathroom, steam spreading throughout the house, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her waist. Her black sports bra held her figure nicely. You were soaked just at her standing there.

Abby walks over to you flinging you over her shoulder like a rag-doll, you weigh nothing to her based on her muscular physique. She tosses you onto the bed, the comfortable material warming you.

"fuck you're so sexy y/n" Abby says staring you down like a hungry wolf. She begins to pull you up, motioning for you to lift your arms. Once the shirt is off, Abby stares at you, analyzing your body.

Each and every inch of you is perfect, she never fails to make you feel beautiful. "Let me have my way with you pretty girl" Abby says flipping you over and palming your ass cheeks.

You moan out when you felt the friction between the two. She slips her two thick fingers in between your slits from behind, your ass still facing up. Laying on your stomach, she rubs your clit in circular motions.

"Fuck Ab-"

"call me daddy" Abby demands cutting you off.

"Fuck daddy- oh my god" You moan out as Abby begins slipping her fingers inside touching the spongy part of your pussy. You feel yourself building up slowly, as she fastens her pace.

"you like that you little fucking slut" the muscular girl says going faster and faster. You can't even reply, suddenly she stops flipping you over once again.

"I'm going to tie you up like the little animal you are" Abby begins to take out the faux rope you guys had purchased from a sex shop. She ties your legs and hands up. Hands behind the backboard and feet down at the bottom of the bed.

You looked up at Abby with doe eyes, her towel drops. You lick your slips staring at her soaking wet slit. She pounces on you like a wild animal, smacking her tongue onto your pussy. Unable to contain yourself, your moans get louder and louder. Her slow circles around your clit releasing a smacking sound.

"holy fuck-"

"Take it" Abby says shoving her two fingers inside, your tight walls wrap around them. You feel yourself stretching, the pain is bearable but the feeling isn't. Your stomach begins to bubble, her pace quickens inside you.

"Oh my god daddy- I'm gonna cum"

"Hold it princess" Abby says.

You try and try, as hard as you can until you release, Abby's hand quickly pushes on your lower stomach. You release all over the bed, a solid stream of liquid. Before you could relax Abby straps up, slipping on the leather harness. Once again pouncing on you, kissing on your neck and sucking on your ears.

"jesus-" Was all you could make out until she shoves her fingers in your mouth gagging you, scooping some spit to use as lube. She strokes the cock, then slowly rubbing it up and down against your hot cunt.

The tip, then the mid section went in. She went in and out ensuring not to hurt you. Once the cock was in, she began sucking on your tits, leaving small purple and red marks on them. You moan in pleasure as she gets closer to your right ear once again.

"You're so hot when you're vulnerable for mommy" The girl says looking into your eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Meanwhile her stroking was getting faster, and faster. "Abby- babe please I'm gonna-" You don't get to finish, she covers your mouth.

"Shut up slut and let me do as I please" she speeds up once again.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, she lazily rubs your clit until finally pulling out. She plops next to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"we're gonna have to shower again babe" Chuckling you look back at her, then down. Her pussy is dripping and red. You knew what you wanted to do.

You just had to figure out when.

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Fractured masterlist

Joel Miller x gn!/f!reader

summary: You’ve left a community formed by ex-FEDRA soldiers with a group of people in the hopes to find Jackson, Wyoming. Being the only surviving member of that group, you come across Ellie and Joel, following them through the wilderness. When you’re accidentally seen by Ellie, you have no place to hide. Or ability to do so, when your body shuts down.

rating: mature, last chapter explicit

series warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, violence with detailed descriptions, panic attacks, anxiety, depression, thoughts about death, PTSD, grief, trauma, no use of y/n, they/them pronouns, reader is mentioned to have hair, they've had a family that they think about, age gap (Joel is in his early 50’s, reader early 30’s), slowburn, fluff, soft!Joel, Jackson era!Joel, Ellie is a bit of a rebel, I promise this has a happy ending. (check individual chapters for warnings). Not beta read.

notes: Inspiration hit me back in March, when I was writing creative work for my thesis and I was listening to wounds from the TLOU soundtrack. I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head and it was supposed to be just a oneshot, but this whole series poured out of me. Please be gentle with me, it’s been a while since I last wrote fic and I’m nervous. Totally self-indulgent angst.

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word count: 175.2k

Part 1

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Part 2

Prologue

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 - END

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Ellie

Relationship: Joel and Ellie (Henry and Sam)

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Blood mention, emotional breakdown, spoilers for Episode 5 of The Last of Us.

A/N: Please mind the warnings! Inspired by a post by @not-so-mundane-after-all and originally posted here, but I wanted it on its own post. 🥰

Ellie.

Joel’s mind is racing, the gunshot ringing in his good ear. Ellie is staring at Sam, or, rather, Sam’s little body, blood rapidly pooling and spreading over the yellowed carpet, her shoulders heaving from the breaths she’s desperately pulling into her lungs. Henry’s eyes haven’t left his younger brother, hand going limp and dropping the gun to the floor with a thud.

“Are you okay?” Joel asks as Ellie’s eyes meet his. Her hair is wild, standing at odd angles and sticking haphazardly from her ponytail. The sight reminds him just how young she is, looking more like a scared child waking from a nightmare than the world-weary person she was forced to grow into too quickly.

Joel wishes he could wake her from this nightmare.

Two long strides carry him across the small hotel room and he drops to his knees next to Ellie, ignoring the protesting of the joints, and pulls her into his arms. She’s still for a heartbeat before her small hands grab Joel’s arms surrounding her in a vice grip, pulling him closer. Sobs immediately wrack her body and Joel’s stone heart cracks for the first time in years.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re safe,” Joel whispers, adjusting his embrace to envelop her completely. He holds Ellie as she shakes and murmurs whatever he can to try and comfort the panic coursing through her system.

“I- I tried to save him,” she manages to say between gasps, “I thought maybe my blood… But it didn’t…”

“You did everything you could, baby girl, it’s okay, it’s okay…” Joel’s gaze wanders to Henry, the younger man laying on the floor across the room, his eyes still focused on the body of his brother. He’d convince Henry that he did the right thing. That, in a world like this, sometimes the right choice has to be made from a list of wrong ones. But he’d do it later.

“Ellie, look at me,” Joel keeps his voice calm but firm, coaxing Ellie’s face from it’s spot buried in his chest. “Now I’m guessin’ you knew Sam had gotten bit and didn’t tell us. I’m not mad, I know you wanted to help him, and I’m proud of you for thinkin’ of him. I just need you to be honest with me, okay?”

Ellie’s puffy eyes never leave Joel’s as she nods, sniffing and wiping her nose across the sleeve of her jacket. “Okay,” she whispers.

“Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head and sniffles again, turning to look back at her friend. In a matter of a day, Sam really had become her friend. Someone closer to her age that understood things like Savage Starlight and could roll their eyes at the adults with her. And they had been so close to getting out…

A fresh wave of tears hits Ellie and she turns back to Joel. Without hesitation he pulls her back into his arms, allowing the walls he’d built so thoroughly over the last twenty years to fall.

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A note to The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal fandom. To all of you who read my stories thank you. To all those who requested one shots etc. thank you.

But I have been super unmotivated to finish any of my fics. I have no muse and I have been in a major depression for awhile now. So I am sorry to anyone I may have disappointed but I have to take care of my mental health first.

Love to all.

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fallingforboyswithmicrophones · 11 months

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I feel very melancholy. I’ve been posting fan fiction for the last of us on my other blog with little interaction. It truly makes me want to quit sharing my stories. I just feel discouraged that I’ve poured my heart into creating these stories to have no one to share them with. If anyone had tips or wants to read them let me know.

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thetriumphantpanda · 11 months

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Ghost Of You | J. Miller (Chapter 3)

Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Pairing / Joel Miller x Widow F!Reader

Word Count / 3.7K

Warnings / Descriptions of grief and depression, alcohol consumption but nothing else I can think of.

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

The next morning, Joel is hammering on Tommy’s front door as early as is acceptable. It takes him a few minutes to answer the door, frustration written on his face that Joel had interrupted his morning coffee with his wife.

“You wanna come in?” He asked, “We’ve got enough for an extra mug.”

Joel accepts, sitting down at the table with Maria whilst Tommy fixes his coffee, “So, to what do we owe the pleasure, brother?” Tommy finally asks when he’s sat back down at the table.

“What are y’all doin’ tonight?”

Tommy glances at Maria like any husband does when he’s not sure whether she’s made plans for them or not, she shakes her head, “Nothin’,” Tommy then answers, “Why?”

Joel takes a deep breath, “I asked sweet pea for a drink tonight and now I’m thinkin’ it would probably be better if there were people there she actually knew, y’know, so it doesn’t feel like a date?”

Tommy has a look of confusion on his face, “Who the hell is sweet pea?” He asks.

Maria obviously kicks his leg under the table. Joel watches as she gives him a look and then a flash of recognition is appearing on his face, “She got a nickname already, that’s fast, even for you.”

“Tommy please,” Joel begs, “I’m asking you a favour.”

“And is it?” He asked, “Y’know, a date?” Maria swats a hand on his bicep, “What?!” He exclaims, “I’m just makin’ sure I got all the facts.”

“Of course it’s not a date,” Joel grumbles, “I told you, I just don’t think it’s right she doesn’t feel like she can’t go anywhere, has to spend all her time cooped up in that house.”

“Well, I for one think it’s a great idea,” Maria adds, “Although how you’ve managed to get her to agree to it in less than a week when we’ve been trying for months I won’t ever understand.” She’s smiling though, which Joel takes as a good thing.

“I’m pickin’ her up at six so just meet us at the bar, alright?” He’s standing to leave now.

“Will do,” Maria stands and gives him a quick hug, “And thank you Joel, really, for whatever you’re doing for her.”

It’s late afternoon, Joel is sitting at the table in the kitchen, warm cup of coffee in his hands, pouring over some maps Tommy had given him of the patrol routes so he could prepare himself to go out instead of doing wall patrol. Ellie comes bounding in through the front door, dropping her backpack on the floor.

“Have fun?” He asks, she’s been with Dina since early this morning and he’s happy that she’s finally starting to make friends.

She nods, walking through to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water from the tap, “Listen, I’m heading out tonight, with your Uncle Tommy and Maria, you gonna be alright by yourself?”

“Where are you going?”

“Just for a drink or two at the bar.” He replies, meeting her eyes, “What’s that look for?”

“Can I come?”

He was about to protest, tell her that no, she couldn’t come. He never would have taken Sarah to the bar with Tommy before all this, but then that’s usually because he would spend his nights nursing a single drink whilst Tommy tried to pick someone up, before driving him and his lady back to Tommy’s place. This was different, just a family having a good time. And if he brought Ellie, surely that was more proof to you that he didn’t think of this as a date. You wouldn’t take your kid on a first date, would you?

He shrugs his shoulder, “Sure, but no alcohol, you hear me?”

She makes a cross over her heart, “Cross my heart.”

He chuckles, “Well, go and have a shower and get ready, we’re heading out at six.”

A few streets over, you’re sat on your bed with your head in your hands trying not to cry. You have no idea why, but for the first time since the outbreak happened, you’re worried about what to wear. You remembered these dilemma’s from before. Sitting with your roommates before a night out discussing which of you was wearing a dress, who was going for a skirt and which of you was wearing jeans. It never really seemed to matter beyond the fact that none of you wanted to look like carbon copies of each other, but for some reason, this matters.

You can’t place your finger on why though. You hadn’t ever cared what you wore around Mark. You weren’t trying to impress Joel – it was, after all, just a drink between friends. You’d circled the same three outfits from your wardrobe since Mark’s death – an old pair of jeans, or shorts when it got warm, and one of three plain t-shirts, two black, one white. The odd tank top for days in the garden or your thick jacket for the winter.

It was warm outside, so you’d initially pulled one of two dresses you owned out of the wardrobe. Maria had traded it with you when you first arrived – it fell just above your knee and was a pale yellow colour. Short sleeves and a low neckline. It would have been perfect. If it wasn’t for the fact that you knew people would talk. Not only were you walking into the bar for the first time since your husband died, but you’d be doing it with Joel Miller in a silly little sundress. No, you wanted to make yourself as invisible as possible, to make this as easy as possible.

Finally settling on a pair of shorts and the cleaner of the black t-shirts, you bend into your wardrobe for your boots, you’re fumbling around in the dim light but finally feel what you’re looking for but pulling them out you realise these are not the boots you wanted.

They’re a pair of simple, brown cowboy boots. Mark had found them in a house just a few months before you stumbled into Jackson. He’d remembered a conversation you’d had when you were back in the QZ, one of the very first nights you’d slept together. You were splayed over his chest, hands running circles with your fingertips, talking about what you’d buy if you could go back to outbreak day and waste your money, knowing what was coming.

He'd been practical, something about a bow and arrow to be able to get rid of infected without drawing the attention of others with the sounds of gunshots. You’d said a pair of cowboy boots. You’d always wanted some, and if this was going to be the last thing you could ever buy, it would be those.

He’d got his signature grin on his face as he pulled them from behind his back and you swear if you were remembering right that you cried. He’d managed to fit them in your backpack with the promise that one day you’d be able to wear them to a barn dance or something, when you were safe and found a community. He hadn’t been wrong. The first fall in Jackson there had been a barn dance and you’d put them on and danced until you got blisters.

They were dusty now, having been pushed to the back of the wardrobe and forgotten about in grief, but looking at them now there was a spattering of joy through your blood. You loved them. You would wear them. You sat on the edge of your bed, slipping your feet into them. They fit like a glove, almost like you’d gone straight to Nashville and had them made for you. You looked up to the ceiling, trying to imagine the sky above it and whispered a thank-you to Mark. You weren’t particularly religious, but it was a comfort to think he was out there somewhere.

As you sat and waited for the clock to tick down to six, you realized that if he was out there somewhere, watching you, that he would be horrified at what you’d become. He’d hate that you were miserable, unable to do even the most basic tasks at the beginning of your grief. He’d want you to go out and make new friends, to enjoy the life you had left, no matter how hard it might be.

“Joel, the bar is this way, where are you going?”

“We have to go get someone first.” He replies to Ellie, walking in the opposite direction.

She starts following, “Tommy and Maria?” She asks, when she’s finally caught up to him.

“No, they’re meeting us there.”

“Ohhhh,” She drags out, “Pie lady.”

“Ellie, she has a name!” Joel exclaims.

“I know, but that pie was fucking great,” She beams, “So, you’re bringing your entire family on your date?”

“It’s not a date,” Joel grumbles, “Listen, she’s been goin’ through some stuff, so I’m just try’na be nice to her, make things a bit easier.”

“Sure you are,” Ellie smirks, “You fix anyone else’s steps so far, old man?”

“Ellie…” He almost moans at her, he’d not missed this side of things, Sarah was always poking fun at him when he’d been on a few failed dates back in the day, “Just be nice to her okay?”

“I’m always nice,” She counters, “I heard Maria and Tommy talking about her a few days ago, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Joel took a moment at the bottom of your steps before he walks up and knocks a few times on your door. You’d been on the other side for a few minutes, pacing lightly trying to keep yourself calm. You waited long enough to make it seem like you hadn’t been right behind it waiting for him to knock before you opened the door.

Joel had to take a moment when you opened the door. Your hair looked freshly washed, flowing down your back and around your cheeks. You had a pink tinge to your cheeks as if you’d been rushing around to get ready and he couldn’t help letting his eyes wander to your shorts and down your legs, before shooting his eyes back to your face.

“Ready?” He asks, clearing his throat.

“As I’ll ever be,” You reply, stepping out and closing your door behind you, when you turn back around you notice that there’s a girl stood just behind him, “You must be Ellie, right?”

“The one and only,” She grins, giving you a little wave, “Nice boots.”

“Thanks,” You give her a genuine smile, “It’s lovely to meet you finally.”

Joel is shifting to walk down the steps of the porch, so you follow him, trying to choke down the nerves in your belly. Ellie is making light conversation, telling you about the riding lesson she’d had yesterday whilst Joel was building your chairs. She seems genuinely excited about it, mentioning she’d ridden horses before with Joel before they arrived but wanted to learn properly. There was something about her excitement that put you at ease. Joel was quiet but kept looking over and smiling as she spoke.

Before you knew it, you were outside The Tipsy Bison. You could hear the chatter behind the closed doors and panic was rising. You came to a stop, Ellie walking in front of you. Joel motioned for her to go inside but kept his place by your side. You could feel his hand come to your lower back, but all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears.

“Hey, you alright?” His voice was so low and deep, breaking through the rising panic.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and tipping your head back, “I didn’t think it would be this hard.” You whimpered.

“It’s alright, sweet pea, I’m right here,” His hand presses further into your back, “It’s a big step, but think how good it’ll feel once you do it.”

You take a few more deep breaths, wringing your hands like you always do when you panic, before you turn your head to look at him, he’s taller than you and he’s looking down at you with those calm, brown eyes. He’s not pushing you, just waiting for you to be ready.

“Okay,” You nod, “I guess we just need to rip the plaster off.”

You take a step forward and Joel follows you, keeping his hand on your lower back. He pushes open the door and you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but no-one really stops their conversation. No-one even looks up at you. It calms you. Joel waves at a table and you can see Ellie sat at it with Tommy and Maria. Even more calm flows over you, all your friends are here. Everyone who would fight your corner for you are here.

“Why don’t you go and sit down, let me get you a drink?” Joel asks, you nod, “What do you want?”

“I haven’t been here in ages, but Shane used to make blackberry wine,” You speak, “If that’s not there then whatever you have is fine.”

You drop your head to look at the floor, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, as you head to the table. Maria greets you with a hug, and Tommy is stood squeezing your arm as you wrap it around her neck, “So proud of you, doll.” She whispers into your hair, and you can feel tears prick at your eyes. You’re damn proud of yourself too.

You take the seat that’s empty between Ellie and Maria, which puts your back to the rest of the room. It makes you feel safer, not being able to make eye contact with people. There’s quiet around the table until Joel places a glass of dark red liquid in front of you, you look up at him and smile, saying a quiet thank you before he takes the other empty seat across the table from you.

“Looks like it’s time for a toast,” Tommy beams, lifting his glass of whiskey, the rest of the table follow him, “To friends.”

You smile and you all clink your glasses together. You take a sip of your wine, trying to push away the memory of the last time you’d drunk it, just after Mark’s funeral. Maria had brought you a bottle to your house, trying to give you something to ease the pain. You’d drunk the entire bottle that evening, wiping away so many tears you didn’t know where they were coming from anymore. The hangover the next morning had been horrific, so you’d sworn then that it wasn’t the answer. This was your first drink since then.

It was warming through your stomach, sweet and sticky, almost like medicine, but you have to pace yourself. You really want to drink the whole thing in one go and go back for another, but you put the glass down and instead try and zone into the conversation around the table.

Ellie leans closer to you, “That pie was fucking awesome,” She grins, “I’ve never had anything quite like it, will you teach me how to make it?”

You look to her and smile, you really like this girl, “Of course, you’ll have to wait for me to get my next round of rations, but it’s super easy.”

“Do you always make it with strawberries?”

You shake your head, “You can make pie with pretty much any fruit, my favourite before all this used to be apple pie, my mum used to make it with loads of cinnamon, and we’d have it warm with ice cream.”

“Looks like she’s made a miraculous recovery, all of a sudden.”

Dread sinks into your stomach when you catch the voice walking behind you, this is what you’d dreaded. The opportunity to laugh and forget for a few hours and people were judging you. You were waiting for the usual comment that you’d heard before, “If she can sit here and laugh, why can’t she start contributing again.” There wasn’t time for anyone to add anything else though, because Ellie was whipping around in her seat.

“What did you just say?” She snaps, and you close your eyes, you don’t want her to get into an argument for you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise we were being listened to.” You knew that voice, Vanessa. Her husband had been killed on patrol probably a year before Mark died. You envied her when you went through losing Mark, how she’d managed to bounce back after a few weeks, and you were sure that she envied the way you’d been given a pass to just float through until you were ready to become a real member of the community again.

“Yes, you did,” Ellie retorts, standing from her chair, “It was loud enough for everyone to hear.”

“Ellie, sit down.” You hear Joel ask, you look at him briefly, hoping your eyes could express how sorry you were for this.

“No, this is bullshit,” Ellie continues, “It’s not fair for them to say that about you,” She looks to you this time, “You have as much right to be here as anyone.”

“Ellie, that’s enough, mind your language.” Joel is standing now, as are Tommy and Maria, but you remain seating with your back to the room, trying not to let the hot tears of frustration fall from your eyes.

“How about you just head back to your table, Vanessa?” You can hear Tommy say to try and diffuse the situation, it’s muffled in your ears, the blood rushing around them again. You’re trying to listen to your heartbeat to stop the rising panic in your chest.

You assume that Tommy’s involvement means Vanessa does as she’s told because Ellie is sat next to you again, and you can feel Maria’s hand on your shoulder, “Are you alright, honey?” She asks, kneeling to grab your attention.

You shake your head, and as always, someone’s kindness towards you is what tips you over the edge, you let a single tear drop down your cheek, furiously wiping it away, “I think maybe I’ll just go home.”

Maria knows better than to push you in these situations, she squeezes your knee slightly and nods in understanding.

“Let me walk you.”

You look up to Joel for the first time, his jaw is clenched and his eyes, which are looking straight into your own, are full of guilt. This was his idea and it put you in this situation, “Okay.” You nod, standing up, leaving your half-finished glass of wine on the table. You don’t wait for him; you make a beeline for the exit and down the steps.

He catches up to you a little way down the street, no doubt making sure that Ellie would be alright with Tommy and Maria whilst he drops you off. He doesn’t speak and doesn’t try to place that comforting hand on your back either, just walks next to you in silence.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he says when you arrive at your front door.

“It’s okay Joel, it wasn’t your fault.” You reassure, leaning on the front door.

“It was my idea though, I’m sorry she said that to you.”

You shrug, “I didn’t have to agree to go with you, neither you nor I can control what other people say.”

“It’s still not fair that people think it’s okay to talk about you like though.”

You shrug, “It’s my own fault really,” You always did this, brough it back yourself and your strength, or the lack of it, “They’re not wrong, I haven’t contributed to the community in over a year, I spend all of my time trying to avoid having to go back to normal because it’s easy, it’s easy to sit and do what I’ve always done, day in and day out.”

He steps forward and takes your hands in his and for a moment you’re slightly overwhelmed by how they dwarf your own. Calloused and hard against the soft of your own skin, “Please don’t do that,” He implores, looking into your eyes, “Don’t minimize your pain, don’t say it’s easy, because it’s not,” He sighs, “People should understand that we all heal differently when we lose someone, I don’t know what her problem was, but please don’t stand in front of me and pretend she was right,” You’re almost overwhelmed by his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the tops of your hands, so much so that another tear falls from your eye, “You never have to pretend with me.”

His next move is unexpected. He lets go of one of your hands and uses his palm to cup your cheek. He brushes away the trail of tears that had fallen a moment ago, and you feel his thumb catch the one that falls when you close your eye and briefly let yourself be taken away by his touch. No-one had touched you like this since Mark and for a moment you enjoyed it. Almost like he could sense the quickening of your breathing as panic rose through you again, he drops his hand, letting your other hand go before he pulls you into a hug.

Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his waist and breathe in the scent of his jacket. There’s a hint of the washing powder from the laundry room, there’s a hint of tobacco which you think might be from the standard issue body soap that is issued to the men in Jackson, homemade in Brenda’s kitchen, and then something that is distinctly Joel. Before you can get too wrapped up in it, he’s whispering a “Sorry.” Into your hair and pulling back. You wonder what he’s actually sorry for – what happened before? Or the way he’d touched you. You don’t ask because you’re not ready for the answer.

He pulls away and finally steps away from you, “You’re hell of a man Joel Miller,” You whisper softly, “Thank you.” Thank you for being you. You want to say. Thank you for pushing me, even though I don’t think you realise you are right now. You want to add. But you leave it where you left it.

“You’re hell of a woman too, sweet pea.”

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toointojoelmiller · 3 months

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Update: I continue to work on all things! Nothing is abandoned! New chapters will come!

The actual, fun and exciting update: I'm going to start recommending a few AMAZING TLOU fics that you might have missed on my blog every Saturday for the next while.

I hope you find some new great reads to keep you going while we wait for season 2 - our fandom is seriously so freaking talented, and there are SO many incredibly written fics out there that I want to yell about a bunch of them! Please reblog!

These fics will vary re: how closely they stick to canon and what themes they explore, but you can expect them all to be wonderfully written and, obviously, heavily feature Joel Miller.

Some of these, including this weeks, may include mature content - make sure to read and heed the trigger warnings listed on ao3!

I have never really been interested in fan fiction with OCs, so I missed out on this week's recommendation for a long time and I bet a lot of you did too. It's both a wonderfully told Joel love story and a fic that, in my opinion, really honours the world and characters of TLOU.

Go Your Own Way by @chronicallyonlinewriter 232,575 words || 31 chapters rating: mature [see ao3 tags for full content warnings] featuring: post season/game 1 life in Jackson, angst, fluff, action, romance, smut, plenty of protective Joel and parent Joel

You can check out a review from @march-flowerr below, describing some of what makes this story so special: (vague general spoilers re: themes and mature content)

“Go Your Own Way stands, in my mind, as one of the most well written piece of fiction on Archive of Our Own. Nandorluna has such an intimate and authentic take on the existing characters that we know and love (on Joel and Ellie and all the Jackson gang) but it’s her ability to create stunning, well fleshed out original characters that drew me to her story initially. Her main character, Benny, moves across the story in such a visceral and realistic way; her arc spans not just the present canon timeline, but transports us through an entire lifetime: from childhood to outbreak, to first love, to first loss, to heartbreak and grief and then finally, to her heart’s final resting place: Joel Miller.

Zee manages to write about and embrace such difficult topics as assault, pregnancy loss, and grief without ever once making a show of it. She handles each moment with quiet dignity and intense self reflection; she draws beauty from the hollow depth of heart ache and despair without ever once losing the thread of hope that The Last of Us is known for.

At the heart of Go Your Own Way is the love story of Joel and Benny. Zee manages to create a compelling story about brokenness and connection and the raw, rare glory that is finding someone with whom you can begin to fit yourself together with again. It’s a story of family - of people who when left to wander, find their hearts drawn to each other. It’s a story about love - each relationship, from Benny and Alexei’s long friendship, to Ellie and Joel’s turbulent first years, to Benny and Joel’s steadfast devotion for each other, caters to the soul. It’s a story that I’ve found myself returning to, again and again, in all moods and places in life. If I could change anything about it, it would only be that it did have to end after all."

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whiskeybeforesunset · 1 year

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The Last of Us Masterlist

Joel Miller

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tlouxobsessed · 11 months

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Let me down

Synopsis - Ellie and y/n were best friends until they began to drift, y/n hates Ellie now. At least up until your mother invites Ellie over for dinner.......

Characters - Switch/mean!Ellie x Y/N!reader

I do not own The last of us, Y/N is afab therefore female body parts will be mentioned. Below there is a warning of what will contain this story.

Warnings - Lesbian sex, , cunnilingus, fingering (r!receiving) spanking, abandonment, afab (female parts) , Mentions of murder.

~ Four years earlier ~

"Okay so Truth or Dare" the green eyed girl said to y/n.

"Hmm-"

"Hurry Y/N!!!"

"Ellie!! calm down I need to think" Y/n said laughing at the girls lack of patiences.

"Okay...truth"

"Lameeee" Ellie said, rolling her forest green eyes towards y/n.

"Fine....dare"

Ellie smirked knowing now she could make y/n do the stupidest thing ever. Ellie sat there pondering on what she should make y/n do, she wanted her to do something risky. Y/n stared at Ellie waiting for her to decide, she admired Ellie's features. The way her jawline was perfectly chiseled. Her green eyes sparkling in the low light from the lamp. The auburn hair landing right above her breasts.

"y/n?" Ellie asked.

"Oh shit- sorry uh?" Y/N said her pinks turning a bright shade of pink.

~ Present day ~

"holy shit-" you said bursting up after the dream. You didn't think about Ellie much...but when you did it was like swallowing nails. It pained you so much but there wasn't anything you could do. Your friendship with her was over. Anywho you weren’t really the type that sat and dwelled over stuff out of your control, you enjoyed the present not the past. Sure you’d see Ellie around Jackson but you never paid much mind to so, the two of you never had to speak so why’d bother dwelling?

You glanced over at your clock, the red numbers exclaiming ‘5:47’ realizing you sat there for two extra minutes overthinking your dream. 'fucking shit I need to get up' you stood up staring into the mirror by your bed, wondering why you'd get up so early anyways? you had been training your body for years to get up at this time, but no patrol today, no plans....so why be up so early.

"Baby are you up?" you glanced behind you seeing your mother come into your room. Her hand wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. Your mother had always been your best friend, after your father passed away she was all you had. You adored her and she adored you, it was always that way.

"Oh Hi mom, are we doing anything today?" You asked slipping some jeans on along with a crewneck. "Well Hun I was thinking...and before you say no- hear me out, I invited Ellie over-" You quickly looked up, your heart dropping hearing that familiar name once again. You hadn't spoken to her in years, after Joel died she became even more distant.

You knew she lived on a farm a few miles out from Jackson, with Dina and their child. But that was short lived....

~ Two years prior ~

"It's Dina!!! she's back!" Your mother said running towards Maria's house pulling you with her. You two wandered into the house seeing a distraught Dina and a sleeping JJ. "Ellie left...Tommy came and started rambling about finding Abby, she went to go find her three months ago. I've decided to come back and live with Jesse's parents. I am done with Ellie...if she even makes it back."

' If she even makes it back '

You felt your heart skip a beat with that sentence. Even though Ellie and you had a falling out...you still wouldn't be able to live without knowing she was safe.

"Excuse me" You said heading back towards your house, you spent the next few weeks crying to yourself and wearing Ellie's old shirt she had left there.

~ Back to present day ~

"Mom!! seriously?? Why?" your mother glanced down swirling the drink with her finger then taking another swig. "Because Y/n she doesn't have anybody anymore...she's been alone. You still never told me what happened between you two.." You didn't know how to tell your mom, she didn't know you liked girls. She had no idea that night by the fire, the dare was to kiss Ellie, she didn't know that Ellie and you ended up half naked, bodies intertwined that night...hair a mess...sweat pouring. She had no idea...Ellie's long term girlfriend, Cat walked in on the two of you intertwined, lips parted with one another's...bodies drenched...room filled with tension.

Yet you still never got what you wanted...you never got Ellie completely. Even when the two of you were best friends, there was always someone stopping you from having one another completely. And when the two of you were about to make love, somebody once again stopped that. This made you despise Ellie, Cat made you despise Ellie...then Dina...They all prevented you from having what was yours. Ellie.

"She is coming over for dinner, you do not have to tell me what happened between you two...but y/n please be nice." You nodded sitting down on your bed and pulling out your journel.

You began writing in this when Ellie had given you it. For your fifteenth birthday...she gave you a notebook with doodles in it. Pictures of you, her and some pages dated with days Ellie had written about you. You cherished the notebook like a child, writing in it everyday for hours.

Entry #1,990

Today mom told me Ellie is coming to dinner...which means she is staying with us. I had a feeling something was coming, my mom had been acting too nice recently. Cleaning my room, trading her favorite stuff for new dresses, shoes and books for me. I should've known.

I haven't spoken to Ellie in forever...I'm pretty nervous but we will see how it goes. I dunno how I feel about Ellie anymore...I know she loved Dina so much so I am a lil' nervous but we'll see ya'know?

"Y/N!! please come down here please!!" You heard your mother say. Your stomach felt full, your throat felt dry and your head felt heavy. God what were you going to do. You made you way down the creaky stairs revealing a tired looking Ellie. She was wearing a dark green button up, the sleeves rolled up revaling that same tattoo she's had since seventeen. Some black skinny jeans hugging her figure. And her usual converse still on ever since you were teens. You didn't know what to say. She didn't look up at you, her eyes kept locked to the ground.

"hi" you choked out, the smell of dinner hitting your nose as you made your way further down into the living room. "Hey" Ellie said looking up at you, her greens meeting your e/c.

"Listen dinner is ready! I hate to do this but I have to head out....Maria and Tommy invited me for a drink at their house to discuss some town issues. I love you" Your mom said to you guys, walking over and placing a kiss on your forehead. She hugged Ellie, "great to see you Ellie" then made her way out.

The two of you just stared at one another..."You hungry" you asked the awkward girl.

"Uh a litle" Ellie replied. You nodded placing some of the chicken and potatoes on her plate.

The two of you sat in silence until you knew you had to break the thick tension.

"Ellie...We left off on a really bad term when we had last spoken."

"Yeah we did" Ellie said mouth full with bread.

"I'm sorry" You were surprised to hear Ellie say that. You never expected her to actually take ownership for her actions. "I really am y/n, It wasn't right of me for what I did....I really....really wanted you...I always have" Ellie put down her fork making her way over to you. Placing her warm, rough hands onto your shoulders rubbing them. You didn't even know how to respond. You melted into her touch feeling her thumbs go right into the soft spots of your weak shoulders.

"Let me clean this up for us" Ellie picked up the dishes, washing them while you sat there stunned. This all felt too familiar....too comfortable, almost too good to be true. Ellie walked back over to you, reaching out waiting for you to interlock hands. "C'mon y/n let me show you how sorry I am." You agreed lining up your fingers with hers, she followed behind you, walking into your once pink room. The walls now grey, your black sheets and black curtains surprised Ellie.

You and her sat down onto the bed, the once full sized mattress now a queen. It was all so different, you weren't the same girl Ellie had let down one too many times. Ellie looked over at you, flashbacks from that hot July night coming in way too fast. The feeling of her warm, plump, chapped lips against yours all too similar. Her hand made its way up to your right breast, cupping it and massaging through the thin purple tank you had on. She reached behind unclipping the bra, cool air turning your nipple rock hard. She caressed your erect nipples, your moans into her mouth turning her eager to feel you.

"Take these off" Ellie said gesturing towards your grey sweats, her fingers playing with the band of the pants. You complied, pulling them down revealing your lace, black panties. "fuck Ellie" You gasped as she rubbed her calloused palm over the small wet patch. Ellie slipped your panties to the side, rubbing her index finger between your dripping folds. You couldn't help but twitch with each light tap on your clit. "You like that y/n? Show me how bad you want me" Ellie's words felt like drugs in your bloodstream, her mouth parting once again between yours. Her tongue fumbling against the inside of your mouth, licking your bottom lips just as she sticks her pointer inside you.

She strums pushing it up on your spongey part, you tighten around her as she pulls out then adds another. Her two fingers pumping in and out, your moans getting louder, gripping the back of her neck. She pulls out unbuttoning her sweat drenched shirt revealing a black sports bra, she takes off her black jeans adjusting her soaked boxers. Ellie pushes you down back onto the bed, making her way up sucking and kissing on your inner thighs, she leaves her signature purple and red marks.

"Oh my-" You manage to spat out as she plunges her tongue against your soaking wet cunt. "Take it" she says shoving two fingers in immediately...feeling you clench around her. She sighs out feeling you tense up every time you speed up against her swollen clit. The throbbing part of you begins to feel heavy, your stomach feels tight, that all too familiar knot forming. Ellie watches as you unclench releasing your hot, juices all down her hand.

She pulls her hand out, licking your juices off consuming it like she's been starved. "You did so good" Ellie says watching your red face become a shade darker from the praise.

Ellie lays next to you, rubbing your temples and handed you the glass of water near your bed...all you can manage to say while laying against her chest.....

"Please don't let me down again..."

I hope you guys enjoyed :0 I love writing one shot smuts, but I always need sooooo much detail that it could become an actual story LOL.

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katsheadinclouds · 8 months

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chapter 1

Joel Miller x gn!/f!reader

series masterlist - prologue

rating: mature

chapter warnings: angst, explicit violence, anxiety, PTSD, trauma, minor character death, grief, no use of y/n, flashback

word count: 4.2k

notes: Here we begin! I know it’s a heavy chapter with a lot of dark subjects as it sheds light on the main character and their story. I hope you still enjoy this, comments and sharing is always appreciated!

divider by cafekitsune

You are hiding behind a rock. You know that the girl saw you, you saw her stare at you straight in the eyes. You’re not that far away from them and you know that you should’ve been more careful not to get too close. But you were tired and didn’t have the patience to stay as far back you had earlier. And now you can’t move.

You’ve been following them for almost a couple of days, keeping your distance and making sure they haven’t noticed you. You’ve tracked their steps in the snow, hidden behind trees, and kept behind them. They’re not infected but you don’t know what they’d do to you if they saw you. Maybe they’re not friendly. No matter if the other is a child. This world makes even the smallest person dangerous, regardless of if they’re infected or not.

When you heard the girl laugh at something, your whole body froze up. You haven’t heard laughter in so long. Somehow that also eased your anxious mind. If they’re capable of laughter, maybe they won’t be that hostile towards strangers. Then again, the man is carrying a rifle. He probably won’t hesitate to use it.

The rock was your only option, otherwise you would’ve had to stay way too behind. They could leave without you knowing. You don’t know how much longer you can carry on alone. And now she has seen you. You clutch your revolver firmly in your hands. You ditched your rifle long ago, when you didn’t have any ammo for it and didn’t come across any. It seemed futile to be carrying something heavy when you were at the end of your strength already.

You try to stand up, start your body, turn around, leave. Anything. But your body isn’t working. Like your mind and your limbs are disconnected. This is not the best time for this to happen, you think to yourself. This isn’t the first time either. You try again. And again. And again. Nothing. Your legs aren’t working.

Your breathing becomes harsher, your lungs burning with the effort to catch your heart’s erratic rhythm. You try so hard to do something, anything, but nothing is happening. Tears well in your eyes from frustration.

They can’t find you. You don’t know what will happen if they do.

The thought almost amuses you - if these will be your last moments on this helpless earth. That these could be your last breaths you ever draw. That this moment behind a rock, in the cold snow, under a darkening sky, could be your last. Not in the hands of an infected or bad people. But this.

You had a long run, but you have been expecting this for a while. You have done well. You’ve been able to fend for yourself, keep yourself alive. At the same time, you know you wouldn’t survive in the long run. Not with this broken mind, not after seeing the things you’ve seen. The things you’ve had to do to survive.

11 of you meet outside the school in an old and now rundown sports equipment shed right after nightfall. There’s no turning back now. You’ve thought about this for a long time, ever since Peter made himself the leader of the group.

There aren’t that many of you to begin with, but when there’s less of you, the more some people start to crave power over the others. It wouldn’t work the same way if there were more of you. Peter had made it clear that anyone, who wasn’t authorised, wasn’t allowed to leave. If someone leaves, they’re not allowed back. And since the group is already this small, even one person leaving is going to be a big loss in organising the community.

When Peter had brought up kids and how even this small group could grow naturally, without any outside additions, worry flooded into your mind. You had known him for a while already. You first met him five years ago in the only functioning QZ in Colorado, when he was still part of the FEDRA troops.

For a long time he talked about not wanting to be part of FEDRA and how he’d leave if he could. People knew about it, how people tried to get into the QZ, but FEDRA made up excuses of the QZ being full before shooting them. There was plenty of room, but they didn’t want to let outsiders in.

FEDRA took everything they could: clothes, shoes, food, medicine, water, you name it. And then gave the people the scraps, claiming they had nothing else to give. No one was happy. People were hungry, suffocated, desperate for a better life. But it seemed like a better option to be in a QZ than to be infected. For a while.

Peter had had enough and a small group of other soldiers made a plan to leave. They wanted to go to North Dakota in hopes of a more desolate area and it made sense. If there were no people, there also weren’t infected. He told you about it because he knew he could trust you. Peter was adamant that anywhere but in the QZ was better. It would only get worse and he didn’t want you to stay and find out what that would be like. He was convincing and the idea of leaving started to sound more and more appealing. Finally you convinced your siblings as well.

In the end it was a rather large group, about 70 people. They had to be careful to not get caught and that’s why the FEDRA soldiers were conveniently decided to lead the group. They knew what parts of the city to avoid, who were easy to ask to turn a blind eye and who were the good guys. That’s how the group ended up making it out without a hitch and your way north. Along the way you found more people to join you, growing the numbers similar to a tiny village.

But having a community of about a hundred wasn’t easy. Finding a place, making it functional, making sure everyone carried their weight was a lot to handle.

And then there were the infected, some in groups, some stragglers, who always seemed to surprise you. Not to even mention the raiders, who saw your community as an easy target. You lost people, a lot of them. Everyone killed people. Everyone turned into machines when your community was under attack. You had seen your fair share of blood and guts and you weren’t afraid to cause harm to others if it meant that you kept your own people safe.

You knew Peter saw that. He had always shown interest in someone caring and capable when it came to protecting loved ones. In the QZ you made sure your sister stayed out of trouble when she bought stuff from the FEDRA soldiers. Sometimes it meant you had to strike deals with the same soldiers, your sister staying clueless about how you dropped to your knees in dark alleyways or gave a hand job in an area reserved only for the soldiers. It was all for her, and your younger brother, who you tried to protect from the cruelty of the QZ. You shielded him with your sister from the public executions and people being self-destructive, even though you knew he was aware what was happening around him.

When Peter finally suggested you two could have a casual relationship, you didn’t think to say no. Afterall, he was the one who taught you to handle a gun and a knife. He was impressed how quick you were to learn and how ruthless you seemed to be. He took you outside the wall, making infected your practice dolls. You had a sharp aim and you were smart about your targets, making you a swift, almost merciful killer. To you it was like you were paying him back for all the knowledge he gave you in combat skills. It was fun at first, harmless messing around, something to take your mind off the world around you even though it rarely brought you that much pleasure. It had been like that for a couple of years.

After leaving the QZ it wasn’t fun anymore. You craved his touch only to scratch an itch, to get some relief for your pent-up feelings. And after, when you were putting your clothes back on and it was quiet between the two of you, you always realised how you didn’t really like him. There was something about him that made your skin crawl and your mind tell you to leave as fast as you could. He never made you feel good, and he never took care of you. You were just a body to drown his lust in.

He, on the other hand, made it clear that he had some sort of feelings for you. And you thought it would be good to have someone like that in the group that had got you out of the QZ. You cared about your sister and brother. You wanted to make sure that they were safe, just like they wanted to keep you safe. It was just the three of you and you weren’t afraid to stay on good terms even with the person who you didn’t like, just to keep your siblings protected. And if it came to it, you were ready to do anything for them.

As time went on the community realised that you had to cage yourself in even more. The fences you had built weren’t enough. You locked yourselves inside an old school, that had a decayed courtyard and green house in the middle. It was perfect, already fenced in place for you to grow produce and be somewhat self-sufficient. It didn’t have a lot of space, but it was still something. No one was allowed to leave unless it was their turn. You were part of the hunting group, making it out of the school every two weeks for an overnight trip into the wilderness. Each time you had to quarantine in the cellar for two days after returning with your small group, just to make sure no infected got into the school. Even though it wasn’t ideal, it still felt like living. Everything seemed fine at first. Everyone seemed to be making decisions together, agreeing on how things were run and to work rotations.

But then Peter raised his voice over everyone else’s. The restrictions started to pile up suddenly. There were only a few people who were allowed to use the radio that someone had stolen out of the QZ. No outside contact with anyone, no one needed to have that in the community. And the worst one for you, only a selected few were allowed to leave the school to go hunting or trading. Even though you asked Peter to let you go hunting, he was strict in saying no. You ended up begging him, reminding him of your skills.

When you met him later that night, you instantly knew he was angry. His whole body was stiff when he told you to get on your hands and knees. He was rough, taking you fast and mercilessly from behind. You didn’t stop him. You didn’t want him to. Because you were angry as well, you just knew how to hide it. You wanted him to drain that energy from you, you wanted him to make you forget about your frustrations. When you were lying in his bed afterwards, your back towards him, he explained how you were more valuable inside the walls. He wanted to make sure you were safe and he wasn’t able to guarantee that while you weren’t in his sight. You felt like the air was thick and you weren’t able to breathe anymore.

That’s when the weirder rules came into play. Everyone was meant to keep an eye on each other. First it was for safety. But then it was for control. Voices turned into whispers, your own thoughts about leaving became forbidden, and you were only meant to think about the community’s best. When Peter introduced the no touching -rule, the community turned even more sour.

No one was allowed to have any physical contact with others, not even a hug. Not unless you had been given permission. It was to get people to understand that touching was a privilege and only certain people were privileged enough. Families were guaranteed that freedom, but if you didn’t have one, you weren’t allowed touching. It was the last straw for you and you stopped whatever it was you had with Peter and it didn’t please him. He wanted kids, ruthless and capable, just like you. It didn’t matter if he had them with you or with someone else, you just knew that you never wanted kids of your own and you never will.

The forbidden thoughts became louder, and a small group started to plan an escape. Then it happened. Unceremoniously you snuck out without looking back. You had your siblings with you, a young couple who had had enough, a middle-aged gay couple and their adopted child in his teens, a brother and sister and one of the ex-FEDRA soldiers, who was allowed outside the school for trading with a travelling group.

She had heard about a community in Jackson, Wyoming, but no one had actually been there or even seen it. It was just a rumor that some other group had been in contact with them. Word travelled slowly, but there were whispers that other travelling trading groups had heard about it as well. A game of broken telephone and your small group had decided to trust the message.

One by one she got everyone weapons until all of you had at least something to protect yourselves with. You had a revolver and a knife you have been hiding under your clothes since your days at the QZ. Peter gave it to you and you wondered if you should leave it behind, but you also knew you would’ve been stupid if you’d done that. So you thought of it as a reward for enduring his senseless rules.

Staying in North Dakota with Peter and his group would’ve only been out of desperation for something better. And it wasn’t better there, it was worse. You were tired of the stress of being watched and controlled. Trusting a rumour instead of staying in the community was the last option.

If worst came to happen, you were armed. You were able to defend and protect yourself and others and you were able to end it your way. You just had to get out of Peter’s community. Only you and your older sister had been born before outbreak day. You remember only some fragmented moments from the life before. When the outbreak happened, it wiped out almost all of your memories. Like that life had never existed. Sometimes you picked up a smell that brought up nostalgia or you played games with your siblings that you knew you had played with your sister when you were a child. Your sister remembers more though and every time she brought up a specific moment, your tenth birthday or a trip to a museum, you felt like she was talking about someone else. You couldn’t recall a single thing she wants you to remember. Your brother on the other hand had only experienced life in this broken world.

He didn’t know what it was like to live a life without death looming over your shoulders. Your parents died when he was still very young and your sister took the role of a mother for the both of you. You were a family, nothing could change that and you were one of the lucky ones. Not a lot of people had the privilege of saying you still had close blood relatives left.

You were prepared for the trip to be hard. You expected it to be challenging. But you had still somehow underestimated it all.

It was the young couple who died first. The other was bitten by a stalker in a house that your group was clearing for the night. The infected was easy to deal with, only two shots and it slumped to the ground. But the bite had happened so fast. He didn’t even realise he had been bitten before he started to feel odd.

That’s when his girlfriend noticed the bite on his calf through his jeans. You had to get out of there, but his girlfriend didn’t want to leave him alone. So, she stayed behind. You can still hear the two shots that you heard when you were outside. Your group was quiet after that. It didn’t feel right to talk, or even plan what was ahead.

Then it was the brother and sister. You were running from a group of infected, who you came across unexpectedly. “They sacrificed themselves,” your brother whispered to you, when you were hiding in a ground cellar later that night. It was tight in there with the seven of you crammed into a small space, but it was warm, and you were able to lock the door. It felt safe for the first time since leaving the community almost three weeks earlier.

You had seen the woman, the ex-FEDRA soldier, look a bit pale for a few days, but you had no clue how bad the situation actually was until you were walking again. She got a fever so high that she started to hallucinate, and she kept talking with someone. You had to stop and try to help her, but it was difficult.

The limited medicine you had with you wasn’t strong enough. She wasn’t able to breathe, and her cough hurt even your lungs when you heard it. She was so weak and by the end you had no other option but to sit around her, while she took her last breaths in an abandoned van the middle-aged couple had found when they went looking for a place to stay in after you had decided to stop walking for the day.

Your sister took all her stuff and tried to make sense of the map she was carrying. It was old and faded and some places looked nothing like what the map was telling you.

After losing almost half of your group, you managed to get across multiple state lines to Wyoming and you got too confident. You thought they were a bunch of travellers, people who you could trust. You had nothing to be fearful of when you first met them. You were always so careful. You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known that people, who take you in without questions don’t usually have good intentions. When they offer you a place to lay your head, safety for the night in a small town that they had taken over, food to eat and warm clothes. You should’ve known to run the other way.

You didn’t wake up until late that next day after meeting the group of travellers. You felt odd, your head was throbbing and heavy. You heard slicing, over and over, and it turned your stomach. The smell in the air was off, metallic, sweet in a weird way. You saw your sister lying next to you and your brother was on your other side last night.

The room you were now in wasn’t familiar though. When you turned your head to look at him, no one was there. It was only you and your sister. You tried to lift yourself up off the ground, but you felt powerless. You had no energy. And you knew that you lied down into a bed last night.

There was blood on the floor. When you saw what was being sliced… Of course there weren’t others left. All the boys and men were seen as threats. And they had more meat on their bones. After a hard winter like this it shouldn’t have surprised you.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. And you couldn’t turn your eyes away either. Your brother’s face was relaxed. He was looking at you with his glassy eyes that didn’t see anything anymore. How could he when his head wasn’t attached to anything.

You took your sister’s hand in yours and squeezed. You squeezed so hard that you felt something crack in her hand. You heard a noise from her throat and when you were finally able to tear your eyes away from the horrors on the other side of the room, you saw her looking at something behind you. You followed her gaze and squinted in the darkness.

Bodies hung up from the ceiling, like animal carcases. The middle-aged couple and their son. You felt so sick, but at the same time adrenaline kicked in. Despite your sister waking up after you, you were slower than her. She was already on her feet and running towards the man slicing your brother when you were just scrambling to your feet.

Your head spun from whatever they had given you. The sickly smell in the air swirled around you and your steps were heavy, but you got the man pinned to the floor with your sister’s help. You reached for your knife that you had tucked into the back of your jeans, but your hand found nothing. They had taken it. The man was writing on the floor, trying to free himself. You wanted to scream at him to stop moving, and then at your sister who stood up and left you to hold the man down. He was stronger. He rolled you over, his hands landing on your throat. You only saw his mouth, his uncovered teeth, and heard the snarling sound as he was forcing all his weight on you. You pushed your hands against his face, trying to reach his eyes.

You heard it first, the cleaver that had slid across the floor when you had attacked the man. It made a deep whooshing sound when you sister plunged it into the man’s throat. A heavy spray of hot, sticky blood hit your face before your sister was able to push him off you.

She got you to your feet and led you to a room next door while you were coughing and trying to catch your breath. All your stuff had been picked apart. Your weapons were luckily still there, with more hanging on the wall. She slung a coat over your shoulders and then a rifle before pushing your revolver and knife into your hands. She only took a pistol, telling you to hold onto everything she had given you. She stuffed your coat pockets with whatever ammo she could find and took your hand to lead you out of the building.

You followed her, you trusted her. But you didn’t reach far before someone noticed you and hell rained down on you both. You couldn’t hear anything over the gunfire. Your sister turned towards you and you could see her mouth moving, screaming something at you.

She made you move and pushed you over a fence towards a dark forest. You could hear her following, you heard the fence clinking, she was climbing it. You turned around to help her.

And then nothing. There’s a black gap in your memory. The next thing you knew was you weren’t able to stop. You knew you had to run. So you did.

You just hope that she and your brother died fast.

It was an odd moment to see some other people. You had been walking almost nonstop for days, eating snow and pine and spruce needles.

When you heard them the first time, you were sitting on the frozen solid ground, trying to get yourself to move. She talked enthusiastically and her voice went on like a rollercoaster. She was clearly excited about something. You weren’t sure what you were listening to. If you were supposed to be afraid or relieved.

Then you saw them. A man and a girl. She was following him, his shoulders slumped forward as they trudged in the snow and root covered forest.

You hid behind thick trees and listened, but they were too far away. You couldn’t make out what she were saying, but you heard the girl talk almost nonstop. Was she holding a book in her hands? The girl had a clear voice, while the man kept his quiet. They had the same idea as you – walking behind the treeline, so you were able to keep an eye on the clearing while staying hidden yourself.

Her voice faded the further away they got from you. That’s when you started to feel your feet again and you were able to get up. You stayed crouched, as you followed them through the forest. You held yourself far behind, keeping the girl’s voice as a good meter for distance. You wanted to hear her, but just barely, so they wouldn’t be alarmed by the occasional twig snapping under your boot or scrape of your coat against the bark of a tree trunk.

You hid your mouth and nose behind a scarf you’ve had around your neck since you left your community, now dirtied by dried blood. It didn’t matter though. You still had enough fight in you to try to make it out from the wilderness alive and find that town. Maybe the girl and the man brought a spark of hope with them. And what mattered was seeing other people. At least you weren’t alone anymore.

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Chapter 3

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I hated this shit.

Making nice with assholes, no matter their gender, with a chip on their shoulder no longer came naturally to me, so I was impressed that I had thus far managed to keep my mouth shut.

Evelyn was going to be a pain in my ass, and the edges of my patience had frayed long ago, but I bit my tongue because I had longed for somewhere like Jackson to lay low for a while and just take a breath.

Too much had happened in the last few weeks. Granted the terrain of this whole world was in a constant state of flux. There was no longer a new normal. Constant change and danger was the new normal, but ever since leaving Boston, I felt like I’d been walking a tightrope blindfolded for miles.

Getting into Jackson, and seeing Tommy, truly felt like reaching the end of that tightrope. At least for a little while.

Son of a bitch even went and got himself married. Okay. I guess.

After Tess, I swore off the idea of companionship in any and all forms. Just didn’t seem worth it to me anymore.

Luckily my route partner this morning wasn’t likely to change my mind on that.

Evelyn was about as pleasant as a rectal exam. But if I wanted to remain in Tommy’s good graces and stay in Jackson for a while, then I’d have to roll with her punches and mind my manners.

I could handle myself out there just fine and she didn’t strike me as being any less capable, but that horse of hers worried me.

As I guided Marigold out of the stables, I caught sight of Evelyn in the corral, putting that horse through his paces.

He seemed to respond to her well, but beyond the town gates were no less than a hundred ways for things to go wrong and heading out there on a skittish horse seemed downright irresponsible to me.

Still, Evelyn had made it clear that I should keep my thoughts to myself and that was just fine by me. I was more than happy to keep it “professional” between us and the idea of not having to engage in small talk appealed to me even more.

I saw her glance in my direction as she navigated her horse to exit the pen and I noticed her horse seemed more settled now, though it did little to assure me of his stability out there once a threat presented itself.

We made our way out of the gates in silence and Evelyn was careful to keep at least ten yards ahead of me at all times.

The resort was a good three to four hours ride, heading north through the woods that lined the highway.

Being close to a road always made me nervous, but I had to give it to Tommy and the folks of Jackson who looked like they had done a good job of keeping the surrounding areas clear of manageable threats like runners, clickers, and such.

Still, there was something easier to accept about a threat whose survival instincts made their actions predictable. Runners run at you, and you can, for the most part, see them coming.

Humans on the other hand. Well, they weren’t so easy to read, and I could only hope we didn’t cross any on our way through to the hotel, since I barely trusted the one I was currently with.

Out of nowhere a bird taking off from a spindly branch which subsequently snapped brought me out of my thoughts and back to the trail we were currently navigating.

All of a sudden, Evelyn’s horse came to a stop. Even from behind, her body language, the subtle tilt of her head told me she heard something.

I focused my hearing and brought my horse to a halt.

We both sat in silence, listening and I could see her head turning to the right and peering through the thicket of trees.

When she reached for her gun, was then I saw what caught her attention.

A lone runner up ahead, standing still except for the spasmic twitching of his neck and shoulders.

He hadn’t been alerted to our presence yet, and so it was better to try to sneak up on him to avoid a gunshot ringing out and drawing in any others that might be nearby.

She quietly dismounted from her horse and hung her rifle on the saddle loop before reaching around to unsheathe a hunting knife she kept strapped to her back.

Working with the natural sounds of the wilderness, she crept slowly and soundlessly up behind the runner as I held my gun cocked and trained on it just in case things went awry.

When she was close enough, she leapt to grapple him by the neck and make quick work of pushing the full length of the knife into the side of his skull.

She held him until his twitching and gurgling ceased and then lowered him gently to the ground.

Looking around, she checked for any further threats and then when she was satisfied there were none, she wiped the muck off the blade of the knife and stuck it back into the leather sheath and got back up on her horse.

“Might be more ahead,” I suggested taking care to project my voice just enough so she’d hear it, but hopefully not anybody else.

“Not around here. We’ve cleaned out these woods pretty good. The occasional strangler makes it through, but once we get to the resort there’ll be more for sure. They seem to congregate around there.”

She was right. We rode on in silence for another few hours uninterrupted until we made it to the resort.

The patrolling contingent of Jackson had been working incrementally to secure the resort, but it was a huge structure with many points of entry, only half of which had been blocked off so far.

“We’ll approach from the west,” she informed me from where I had sidled up to her, “they tend not to mill around the entrances they can’t get through. They’ll all be huddled at the north and east entrances.”

“How many are we talking? Ballpark.”

“This time of year? We’re looking at upwards of twenty or so.”

“Each entrance?”

“Each entrance,” she confirmed with a nod on her head, “let’s find a good vantage point and do our best to make quick work of killing ‘em. After that we’ll have to dispose of them, so they don’t attract others. You can handle this right? I’m not coming after you if you get into trouble,” she warned, and I believed her every word on that.

“That suits me just fine, let’s get up there and get to work,” I replied coolly, kicking at Marigold’s flanks to pull up ahead of her.

It took us another four hours to pick off fifty-two infected.

The resort layout made it easy to stay hidden and elevated. Killing infected wasn’t nearly half as draining as dragging their dead bodies the quarter mile to the ravine at the edge of where the resort sat nestled on top of the mountain.

Once all fifty-two were stacked, we worked together to pick each one up by their hands and feet and toss them off the side of the mountain.

It was hard work, but neither of us wanted to be the first to complain because then we’d have to talk to each other. Until now, our only communication had been issuing instructions or need-to-know info.

I could tell she was getting tired by the straining noises she made when we lifted our last body and began swinging it to work up the momentum to toss it over the edge of the cliff.

I refrained from asking her if she was okay knowing she would find it condescending.

The next seconds whirred by in a blur. Maybe we were both exhausted and had our guard down. I didn’t know what happened in the moment, but later came to find out that the cuff of Evelyn’s flannel shirt somehow caught on a metal shoelace hook on the shoe of the body. And when we swung the body off the side of the cliff, it damn near took Evelyn with it.

Her scream, and the jerking motion of her body towards the edge of the cliff sent my instincts alight and I didn’t know what was happening, but I reached for her all the same. Seemingly in slow motion I grasped for her shirt, but missed, and grasped again as I fell, catching her by the ankle just in time.

Her shirt tore at the sleeve as the body plummeted down below, freeing her from being connected to the dead weight of the body, but half of her was hanging over the side of the ledge with only my hands secured tightly around her ankle.

“Pull me up!” She shrieked panicked and I righted my body and used all my strength to pull her back up over the edge.

When she was able to, she skittered backwards on her hands and feet away from the side of the cliff. Her breathing was rapid and shallow as I came to her side and grapsed her shoulder.

“You alright?”

She didn’t seem to hear me, staring past me at the ledge, her eyes wild with panic and no doubt thoughts of how it could have ended differently.

“Hey, come on now. You’re alright,” I said casting my eyes over her and noticing that the t-shirt under her open flannel button down had ridden up and her torso was scraped to hell.

She seemed to come to then, and noticed my gaze, peering down at her body and seeing the skin above her left hip and left side of her stomach grazed away, bleeding and studded with debris.

“Oh shit,” she breathed, her left hand hovering over the open, bloody wounds.

“Don’t touch it. Can you walk?” I asked, and she nodded, seeming to find it within herself to calm her breathing despite the shock of what had happened.

“Give me your hand,” I instructed, and she obeyed, placing her dusty palm in mine as I helped her up off the ground.

“Let’s get you patched up and start heading back to the town,” I said guiding her as she gingerly let me lead her back towards the hotel.

I could tell when we reached the horses who were tied up inside one of the secured entrances of the hotel that the adrenaline that was keeping her pain at bay was starting to wear off and she seemed to be deteriorating fast.

“There’s a first aid kit in Sid’s saddle bag,” she informed me when I started heading over to find my canteen so I could clean her wound.

I grabbed both items and made my way back to where she had settled into one of the sofas in the lobby, leaning back so as not to stretch or shift the wound.

Positioning myself at the edge of the sofa, I tucked her t-shirt up into the band of her bra.

Her breathing quickened again in anticipation of the cleaning process which we both knew was going to hurt like a motherfucker.

“I’m real sorry ‘bout this, but we gotta clean it so it doesn’t get infected,” I said knowing damn well once her exposed flesh touched the rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit that she would be in a world of hurt with nothing to numb it. And that was before I would have to use the tweezers to fish out any remaining rocks or pebbles that remained embedded in the wound.

“You want something to bite down on?” I asked before getting started and she responded by reaching down to unbuckle her belt and lifted her hips to slide the leather strap out from her jeans. She wound it around her wrist and placed the thick layers of leather between her teeth.

She took a couple deep breaths and then fixed her eyes to mine to let me know she was ready.

Rinsing the wound with water was bad enough. She groaned in agony, her torso rising and falling with her shallow breathing as the water rinsed away blood and dirt.

I tried to work quickly, but not so quickly that it made me careless. Perhaps we weren’t the best of friends but seeing anybody in that amount of pain was hard to block out and keep focused on the task.

She was cursing to high heaven, but the words were muffled through leather and clenched teeth.

The worst was still to come.

Getting up close to the wound, I user a pair of tweezers to pull out pieces of rocks, sticks, and other debris that had lodged themselves into the exposed flesh. I tried to be gentle, but some required a little digging and I had to stop several times to let the pain abate before proceeding.

Light was beginning to fade in the space letting me know that the sun has worked its way over the east side of the resort was heading to set in the west. We didn’t have much time before we needed to ride back into the town and part of me wondered how she’d make it.

Refocusing my attention, I rinsed her wounds with water once more and then reached for the rubbing alcohol.

She made a lilting, sound of fear when she saw it and my extremities numbed in sympathy as we both braced for what would be the most painful part of dressing her wound.

I soaked the gauze in alcohol and paused briefly before pressing each soaked square over the top of her wounds.

Her head tilted back in a silent scream, her forearms coming over her face to hide from the excruciating pain I was inflicting on her.

“I’m sorry. I know, I’m sorry,” was all I could say.

When the wounds were covered and packed with gauze, I unwound the bandages.

“Arch your back so I can wrap around you,” I instructed, and when she moved her arms her entire face was soaked with tears.

The most merciful thing I could do for her was get this over with as quickly as possible.

I held the end of the bandage against an untouched patch of skin with one hand and used the other to wrap around her midsection over and over until all the gauze was covered. I used three lengths of bandages to make sure everything held firmly, and it wouldn’t shift on the ride back to town, but I still wondered how she would make that trip.

She was white as a sheet from the ordeal and every exhalation came out sounding like a kicked dog.

“Rest here for a minute, I’m gonna radio in and let them know what happened,” I informed her, rising up from beside her on the sofa and making my way back to the horses.

She didn’t respond and I wasn’t even sure if she heard me, but it was best to just keep things moving forward.

As soon as I neared the horses, I could hear the walkie-talkie buzzing and the crackle of a voice coming through on the other end.

“Evelyn. It’s Maria. Come in. Do you copy? Over.”

I depressed the talk button and raised the device to my mouth.

“This is Joel, we copy. Over.”

After a brief pause, Maria’s voice crackled over the line once more.

“Yeah Joel, is there somewhere you guys hole up for the night? Storm is on its way over and it looks to be a doozy. Too dangerous to make the trek back. Stay at the resort and make your way back in the morning. Over.”

I looked over to Evelyn who looked strung out and pain weary on the couch.

“That’s a negative, Maria, we had some trouble here and we need to get back. Evelyn’s been hurt. I patched her up for now, but she needs to get back tonight. Over.”

Another long pause as I waited for a response.

“How bad is it? Over.” Maria’s voice sounded grave, and the truth was I didn’t know. Shock was insidious with ambiguous symptoms.

I hesitated, having to make the call between putting more people at risk by making them head over in the storm or, risking keeping her here and getting worse.

I looked over at her once more. She was still on the couch. Eyes closed, but her brows were knitted together in agony. She was breathing at a more regular rate, but she was still white as a ghost.

I depressed the call button and held the device to my mouth.

“We’ll ride it out for the night, just keep someone on standby in case things turn south. Over.”

“Roger that, we’ll keep the line clear and take shifts through the night in case you need us. And Joel. Take care of her. I know she spits some pretty good fire, but… she’s one of the good ones. Over.”

I closed my eyes against the instruction from Maria. Being responsible for another human being was a death sentence in this world and I’d been burned by that responsibility way too many times to not have learned my lesson. But I saw little if any choice.

“Copy that. Over,” I stowed the walkie-talkie back into the saddle bag before making my way back to the sofa.

“I got good news and bad news,” I informed her, watching as her glazed eyes sailed over to look up at me.

“The bad news is there’s a storm heading our way and we’re on orders to camp here for the night.”

“What’s the good news?” She asked through chattering teeth as I slipped out of my coat and placed it over her body.

“The good news is you didn’t die.”

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