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duvet chap. 2~ Joel Miller x fem!reader

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and the smut's a bit much, sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere!

And you know what they say might hurt you And you know that it means so much...

You could feel a sense of numbness overcoming your arm as you continue on, shaking it away you came to a stop in front of an empty truck, blood spattered on the ground in front of the open door. Frowning you slowly crept to the other side, seeing the empty seats, but more blood.

Your hand lingered on the door before looking over your shoulder to look at the others, "So," you trail off as you wipe the blood from your fingertips on your jeans.

Sighing Tess walks to the doors and throws them open, "I mean there's gotta be a fuckin' radio or something here, right?" she says as she tears into the cases laying on the tables.

"Who killed them, FEDRA?" Ellie asks as Joel kicks over a body.

"No, one of them got bit. The healthy ones fought the sick ones. Everyone lost."

You grasp your arm as the pain intensifies, Ellie giving you a concerned look as she sits down next to you, "You okay?"

She asks as she nods to your shoulder, you give her a tight smile, "Fine, I think I got cut by that glass though."

She reaches out to your sleeve, but you pull away, as Tess continues searching through the empty boxes.

"Tess, what are you doin'?"

"Where did Marlene say she was takin' you?" Tess asks as she stops in front of Ellie.

"Uh, I don't know. Just west," Ellie stutters as she stands.

"Just west, fuck okay," Tess says under her breath as she paces, "Well, I mean, one of them's gotta have a map on them, right?"

Standing, you grip the box with a shaking hand as you hobble over to the others. You can already feel the stitches of your wound pulling apart, and warm blood cascading down your abdomen.

"Joel, can ya help me?"

"No! Tess, it's over. We are going home," Joel says as he approaches her.

"That's not my fucking home!" she screams at him as she sighs and stands.

"I'm stayin'. I mean, our luck had to run out sooner or later," she says as Ellie exclaims, "Fuck."

You feel a sense of dread as the realization hits you, Tess was infected. Like you are.

Joel's head snaps to Ellie as she whispers, "She's infected."

He looks back to Tess as her eyes land on the floor, "Show me."

"Joel," she says, her voice low as she takes a step towards him, but he flinches and takes a step back.

Shaking her head she pulls her jacket and shirt back to reveal the bite mark on her neck, it's color red and you can already see the Cordyceps beginning to spread.

"Oops right?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as you put pressure on your arm.

"Take your bandage off," she says as she nods to Ellie.

Pulling up her sleeve she yanks it off, "Look, Joel," she says walking over and grasping her arm, "This is real. Joel, she's fucking real. I need you to get her to Bill and Frank's."

"No," he repeats, his voice shaky as he shakes his head.

"They'll take her off your hands," Tess pleads.

"No, no, no, I can't. They won't take her, they're not gonna take her!"

Her voice is stern as she speaks, "Yes they will. They will because you'll convince them."

Shaking her head she continues, "I never ask you for anything, not to feel the way I felt," he keeps murmuring no as she whisper shouts at him, "Shut the fuck up because I don't have time. This is your chance. You get her there. You keep her alive. And you set everything right. All the shit we did. Please say yes Joel, please," she pleads as he continues to shake his head no.

"Oh fuck!" Ellie shouts as you hear grumbling behind you.

Turning you see the infected laying on the floor, starting to crawl toward you. But before it can sink its teeth into your ankle Joel raises his pistol and shoots it.

And that's when you hear it, the sound of the others beginning to move. You feel your heart race at the sound of them running to the building as Joel runs to the door to look outside.

"How many?" Tess asks.

"All of them. Maybe a minute."

Tess grabs her gun and starts knocking over the gas containers in the room, and then looks to Joel, "Save who you can save," her voice is soft as he grabs both Ellie and your arms and starts to drag you away.

"No! We're not leaving her! Get off me you fucker!" Ellie protests as you can feel your vision start to blur.

"I'm not going with you!" she screams, and that's the last thing you hear as you fall forward.

Joel's hands shook as he lifted your small frame into his arms. He could feel the weight of your body and the heat emanating from your feverish skin.

It felt as if an eternity had passed when you were finally far away enough from Boston to stop for a moment. Gently laying your body down Joel grabbed your wrist, searching for a pulse, but his hands were shaking too much to find much of one before Ellie pushed him away.

Joel's heart was pounding in his chest as he watched Ellie kneel down beside you. He knew that he had to stay calm and collected for both of your sakes, but seeing you so weak and helpless made him feel utterly helpless.

But he quickly pushed the thoughts away and lifted your shirt, the wound open again, blood pooling on your waist and spilling to the ground staining it. Ellie grabbed the tattered first aid kit and started cleaning your wound, looking to Joel, "Hand me that bottle-"

He cut her off by standing and grabbing her arm, "We need to go, we can't stay here."

She looked up at Joel, her face betraying her worry and confusion.

"But what about her? We can't just leave her here like this," she protested.

Joel's jaw clenched as he looked down at you, his heart aching at the sight of your pale, fragile body. He knew that Ellie was right, they couldn't just abandon you, but they also couldn't afford to stay for too long. He needed to get her to Bill and Frank's, and then figure out what to do after that.

"We can't bring her-"

Wrenching her hand out of his she glared at him, "So you're just going to leave her like you left Tess?"

His breath caught at the mention of her name and he could feel his anger rising, "Don't you dare bring Tess into this," he growled, his grip on Ellie's arm tightening, "We can't risk staying here any longer. It's not safe."

Ellie shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "We can't just leave her, Joel. She needs help."

Joel could feel his resolve weakening as he looked between Ellie and you. He knew that she was right, but he couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment.

He shook his head, "No, we're not taking her."

Ellie's face contorted with anger and frustration. "Then what are we going to do? Just leave her to die?"

Ellie's face fell, and she pulled her arm away from Joel's grip. "Fine, I'll stay with her. I'm not going to let her die like you did Tess!" she screams.

"No, I'm not leaving you here," his voice was stern as he reached to grab her arm again but she whipped out her knife and held it tightly in front of her.

"Stay back, Joel. I'm serious," Ellie's voice was low and menacing, her eyes flashing with anger.

Joel held up his hands in surrender, taking a step back. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said, his voice calm and even.

"Let's just take a moment to think this through. We can't stay here, but we also can't leave her. There has to be another way."

Ellie lowered her knife slightly, but she still looked wary. "What are you thinking then?"

Joel's mind was racing, trying to come up with a plan. He knew they couldn't risk staying in one place for too long, but leaving you behind wasn't an option either. You'd be dead in a second.

"I'll carry her then," he says his voice strained, "We'll have to move quickly and find a safe place to rest. Once we get to Bill and Frank's, we'll figure out our next move from there."

Ellie nodded, still looking unsure, but she knew they didn't have any other options. Together, they carefully lifted you up, and Joel began to carry you, his arms trembling with the effort. Ellie walked beside him, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

The first thing you see when you wake is a white ceiling, and you sit up, your head still spinning as you throw a blanket off. Standing you grab onto the bed frame, trying to steady yourself as you take in your surroundings. You're in a small room with a window overlooking a green yard, a metal fence surrounding the other buildings in the distance. The wallpaper is old and a bit faded, but not like the places in the QZ, or back home. They aren't peeling off in strips or dripping with water.

Feeling someone's eyes on you, you turn and see Ellie standing in the door her eyes concerned as she steps in and closes the door behind her, taking a deep breath.

"I know," is all she says as you feel your blood run cold.

Shaking your head you collapse back on the bed, and raise your sleeve, a bandage now wrapped tightly around it. Your hand drops to your side as your eyes meet.

"Does-"

She cuts you off, "No. But take off the bandage," her voice is distant as you slowly unravel it and look in confusion.

The skin once red and blood stained, with Cordyceps spreading down your shoulder is now completely clear and free of any blemish. Unlike how Ellie's bite left her with a scar.

"How," you ask and then pause, biting your lip and clearing your throat.

She shrugs and tosses you something, looking down you find an apple, and thank her, and set it down on the nightstand beside you, "Where are we?"

"Bill and Frank's, but, they're, you know," she says as she stands and opens the door, motioning for you to join her.

You carefully walk to the door, not wanting to rip your stitches when you hear her whisper, "It healed too by the way," as she crept down the stairs.

The stairs creak under your feet as your hand grasps the banister tightly. Hearing someone clear their throat you feel yours tighten when you see Joel standing by the door, three packed bags tossed in front of him.

You wave weakly and look around, noticing the piano in the other room, smiling you walk over and sit down, running your fingers over the keys as you feel a presence behind you. Ignoring it you start to play, humming along as the music fills the room.

Joel watches you for a moment, his expression softening as he listens to the melody. "You know, you're not bad," he comments, causing you to falter.

"Thanks," you reply, continuing to play. The music is soothing, and for a moment, you forget about the chaos of the world outside.

Picking up one of the bags you walk with them to the garage, and toss it in the back seat.

As you get into the car, you turn to Joel, "So how long was I out for?"

Joel starts the engine and backs out of the garage, "Three days. Ellie's been taking care of you."

You nod, feeling a bit disoriented at the thought of losing three days. "Thanks for waiting for me," you say, and he nods, silent as you head through the town and stop at the metal gate.

It doesn't take long before you're stopped at an abandoned gas station, the yellow and red paint faded, and the door creaks as you open it and head straight to the restroom.

A hole in the ceiling illuminates the otherwise dark room as you look into the mirror, and pull back your shirt sleeve. Running your hand over the now smooth and bite free skin you hear the click of a gun.

"Where did you get that?" you ask quietly when you the gun in Ellie's hand.

"Before we left," she responds before tucking it back into her bag and looking at you, her eyes pinned on the floor, "I won't tell, you know."

Glancing over at her you push your hair out of your face, "Tell?"

Nodding to the door, you frown, "But, I think you should talk to Marlene when we get to wherever the lab is. You could be like me, maybe," she says before leaving.

You shake your head, you'd be long gone before you ever got to Marlene, you think to yourself as you walk outside, the sun blinding as you stop next to Joel.

"We have to do this every hour?" Ellie asks as Joel starts to siphon gas from a rusty moss covered red car.

"Gas breaks down over time, this stuff's almost water," he says as he ties a cloth around the siphon.

"Back in the day, we'd drive ten, twelve hours on one tank. You could go anywhere."

"So where'd you go?" Ellie asks as you shift nervously on your feet.

"Pretty much nowhere," he responds as he starts siphoning the gas from the car.

"Nice how does that work?" Ellie asks as she leans forward.

"It's a siphon. It's when liquid travels against gravity, because pressure-"

"You don't know," she cuts him off.

"I know it works," he snaps as she laughs.

You bite back a smile before you speak, "You were right," you say as you cross your arms over your chest and lean against the car.

Joel looks from you to Ellie, and says a quick, "No wandering!" as she stops before looking back to the siphon.

"About?"

You shrug your shoulders and feel a frown forming on your face, "The siphon. I would know," you pause before walking back to the truck.

Ellie looks back at you before reaching into her bag, "It doesn't matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationary," she laughs.

You can hear Ellie laughing from the truck, but instead try to focus on the piece of crumpled up paper in your palm, mocking you. You unfold it carefully as if it'll disintegrate in your hands, revealing the address to the lab where Ellie needs to go. You almost feel sick as your fingers run over the familiar handwriting, and you tuck it back into your pocket as you hear their voices approaching.

"What did the mermaid were to her math class?"

There's a pause before Ellie answers the joke, "An algae bra!"

Wiping a stray tear from your face you open the back door of the truck and slide in, careful not to make eye contact as you stare out at the road, covered with rusty and abandoned cars.

"Must've been some truck," Ellie says as she leans back to look in the back window of the truck.

You tune out of the conversation as Joel drives forward, and Ellie suddenly fishes a cassette from under the seats, "This make you nostalgic?"

He shakes his head as the music starts to play, "No this is actually before my time. It's a winner though."

You feel your eyes close as the music fills the truck, the gentle rhythm lulling you into a sense of calm when Ellie reaches over you and digs an old magazine from under the seat in front of you.

"Got something else," your eyes snap open and you shoot her a dazed look as she starts to flip through the pages.

"What is that?" you ask as she flips through it and Joel starts to shake his head.

"It's uh, light on the reading, but it has some interesting pictures," she says as you catch a glimpse.

"No, no, no, put that back," Joel says his voice firm as he looks in the rearview at Ellie.

You sigh and rest your head back on the door, "I'm going to bed," and shut your eyes as Joel pleads with her to put it back.

A hand shakes your shoulder and you jump, raising your knife you go to stab at the arm grabbing you, but a hand grips your wrist.

"It's me," Ellie says, her voice low and urgent. "Put the knife away, it's just me."

You relax your grip on the knife and let it drop to your side. "What's going on?" you ask, your heart still pounding in your chest.

"We need to talk," she says, her expression serious.

You nod, still feeling a little nervous. You step out of the truck and follow her to some sleeping bags on the ground, when a hand grips your shoulder, spinning you around.

"Shoe me your wound," he says his voice gruff and insistent.

"Let her go Joel," Ellie says as she tries to step in between the two of you, but fails as he grabs you by your collar.

You feel a surge of panic rising in your chest as Joel tightens his grip on your collar. You can feel his breath on your face, hot and heavy.

"No, I-" you start but he slaps her hand away and reaches for the hem of your shirt before you push him back.

"Joel," Ellie pleads, meeting his gaze.

But he ignores her and yanks the fabric upward, his face twisting into a scowl, as he drops it and reaches for his gun, "It shouldn't have healed that fast, there isn't even a scar."

He drops your shoulder, hearing a click from behind, "Let her go," Ellie says, her voice quiet as he steps back.

You breathe a sigh of relief and collapse onto one of the sleeping bags, sweat trickling down your brow as Joel sits across from you, and Ellie puts her gun back in her bag.

"What's going on?" you ask, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

Joel looks at you, his eyes are still intense. "We need to know how you healed so quickly," he says.

"It's not normal."

Ellie shifts on her feet before sitting next to you on her own sleeping bag. Joel picks up on the tension and turns to her, "You knew," his voice is accusatory.

Ellie meets his gaze steadily. "I didn't say anything," she says, "Because I knew how you were going to act."

Joel grunts, his gaze flickering back to you. "You need to tell me everything," he says, his tone permitting no argument.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. "I don't know what to tell you," you say. "This has never happened before."

Joel snorts. "You're lying," he says.

You shrug, feeling helpless. "I'm not I," you trail off, remembering Marlene's words before you left.

But the only word that leaves your mouth is her name, "Marlene."

"You know Marlene?" Ellie asks as she sits up, her eyes confused.

"Yeah, kind of."

You take a deep breath before speaking, "She said something about me being immune," you say, still unsure of what it all means. "But I left before I could find out anything else."

Joel leans forward, his eyes narrowing. "No," he says, shaking his head.

"You're lying again. You knew this whole time and you didn't say anything?"

You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed by the accusations. "I swear, I didn't know until after-"

"After what?" Joel demands.

"After I got bit at the museum," you say, feeling like you're walking on thin ice.

His face contorts in anger, "You were bit?"

You nod, feeling the weight of his disappointment and anger, "And you knew," he looks to Ellie.

She shrugs before speaking, "I found out when I saw her wound, back at Bill and Frank's," she crosses her arms as your hands clench into fists at your sides, "and hey, she hasn't turned... yet."

Joel's eyes flicker back to you, his expression unreadable as he curses under his breath.

You feel a knot forming in your stomach as you wait for Joel's next move. The tension in the air is palpable and you can feel Ellie's eyes on you.

"So, she'll come with me when we get to the lab," she says, breaking the silence.

Joel nods slowly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Fine," he says, his voice low as he walks off, the trees swaying in the wind behind him.

Ellie watches him go before turning to you, "I'm sorry," she says, her voice soft.

You shake your head, "It's not your fault," you say, "I just didn't want him to know."

Ellie nods, "I get it," she says, "But we kinda have to figure out what's going on with you."

You nod, feeling a sense of determination settle over you. "Yeah," you say, "I guess so."

The guilt gnaws at you, knowing exactly what's awaiting you at the lab, and what you left behind.

Your attempts at sleep are interrupted by the constant chatter of your thoughts, replaying the events of the past week over and over again. You feel a sense of unease, and sorrow when you picture the eyes of-

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a twig snap, causing you to jolt upright. You reach for your knife, heart pounding in your chest, as you try to determine the source of the noise.

Sighing in relief you watch as a squirrel tilts its head at you and scurries off into the brush, and then you remember how Joel had stormed off earlier and glance over at his still empty sleeping bag. Standing you make your way through the trees in search of him.

Your hands gripped the bark of a tree as you leaned forward, spotting Joel's silhouette in the distance. You hesitate for a moment before walking towards him, the leaves crunching beneath your feet.

As you approach, you notice the way his shoulders are tense, his back facing you. You take a deep breath before speaking, "Joel?"

He doesn't turn around, but you can feel his eyes on you. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice cold.

"I wanted to talk," you say carefully, taking a step closer.

"There's nothing to talk about," he says, his tone final.

You clench your jaw, feeling the frustration and anger bubble up inside of you. "Don't you think I'm scared too?" you say, your voice rising.

Joel finally turns around, his eyes meeting yours. "I know you're scared," he says, "But that doesn't excuse keeping this from me."

"I didn't want you to treat me differently," you say, "Or, leave me behind."

Joel shakes his head, "I wouldn't leave you behind," he says, "But you should have told me."

"I know," you say, your voice small.

There's a long pause before Joel speaks again, his voice softer this time. "I'm sorry I blew up at you," he says, "I just... I don't want to lose you."

You feel a lump form in your throat at his words, "I don't want to lose you either," you say, stepping closer to him.

Joel hesitates for a moment before pulling you into a hug, the warmth of his body enveloping you. You let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of your fears start to lift.

As Joel holds you, you feel his hands start to roam across your body. At first, it's just a gentle touch, a reassuring caress. But then his hands start to move with more purpose, exploring every inch of you.

Your heart starts to race as you realize what's happening, but you don't push him away. Instead, you let him take control, submitting to his touch. Joel's hands find their way to your breasts, his fingers squeezing them gently.

You let out a small moan, feeling a rush of desire wash over you. You reach up and pull him into a deep kiss, your tongues dancing together. Joel's hands move down to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you closer to him.

Without breaking the kiss, Joel starts to push you toward the ground. You land on your back, the leaves crunching beneath you. Joel hovers over you, his eyes dark with desire as he starts to kiss his way down your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your skin. You arch your back, wanting more of him, wanting him to take you. He reaches down and starts to undo your pants, sliding them down your legs. You're completely exposed now, and you feel a rush of vulnerability wash over you. But Joel is there, kissing you all over, reminding you that you're safe with him.

He spreads your legs and starts to kiss his way down your body, his tongue tracing patterns on your skin. You let out a gasp as he reaches your clit, his tongue licking and sucking at it. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and you writhe beneath him, your fingers tangled in his hair. Joel's hands roam up your body, his fingers finding their way to your nipples. He squeezes them gently, sending waves of pleasure through you. You're on the edge now, your body trembling with need. Joel senses it and moves his mouth to your pussy, his tongue thrusting into you. You cry out, the sound muffled by the ground. His tongue is relentless, thrusting and licking until you can't take it anymore.

You fall apart in his arms, your body shaking and shivering as you come. Joel's hands are gentle on your body, stroking your hair and whispering how much he loves you. He pulls you into a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. As you kiss him, you feel his cock against your thigh, hard and throbbing.

Joel breaks the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself above you. You nod, giving him the go ahead. He thrusts into you, filling you up and making you his. You gasp as he starts to move, his hips thrusting and his cock stroking every inch of you. You move your hips with him, letting out cries of pleasure. He's moving faster now, his cock pounding into you. The feeling is intense, but you're so close it doesn't matter. Your body tenses, your toes curling as you come. Joel lets out a groan as you tighten around his cock, his thrusts becoming erratic as he follows you over the edge.

When it's all over, you lie in Joel's arms, listening to the thunder in the distance. You're covered in a thin sheen of sweat now, but you feel warm and safe in his arms.

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