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i'm yours baby || joel miller

pairing: joel miller x female!reader

warnings: slight angst, mentions of jealousy, alluding smut, Joel reassuring his girl that no one can take him away. no usage of y/n

summary: you can't help but feel inferior when two women throw themselves at joel upon you moving to jackson.

w/c: 2.9k

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This was supposed to be a new chapter, the turning of a new leaf. When Joel reunited with Tommy and he came to know Maria, it was decided that your life would be restarted in Jackson. You and Joel, having proven yourselves time and time again that love was in the cards for two stubborn people such as yourselves, Ellie was thankful that she now had a family.

Some time had passed since your initial bounding to the city. Joel began working with Tommy on patrols, and Maria and you tackled routes together. Ellie was useful in her own regard. Joel had practically taught her all the things she needed to know, and while Tommy was a bit skeptical of having a 14-year-old fighting alongside them, he realized the resilience Ellie brought to the table, reminding him a lot of Joel.

Brotherly talks began and Tommy was pressed on the idea of you.

“I never thought you’d move on, Joel.” He chuckles as the two of them linger forward ahead of the crowd.

Joel turns his head over to his little brother.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, grinding his jaw.

Tommy shrugs his shoulders. “I just didn’t think you had it in you is all… Moving on, settling down with another woman.”

Joel rolls his eyes. “Well, this time’s different. You’re married. You can’t try and get in her pants.” He huffs.

Tommy grins as the image of Maria fills his mind. “She seems like a sweet girl.”

“She is.” Joel bites his cheek. “She’s an amazing woman.”

Tommy smirks. “Uh oh, Joel’s getting gushy over a girl…”

“Tommy, we’re not teenagers.” Joel glares at him. “Grown men. Act like it.”

He nods his head, both of them assuming their position as they reached their destination.

Joel knew he was a lucky man.

“How’d you meet Joel?” Maria asks you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You smile at the fond memory. “He actually found me. I had just come to the QZ, I was pretty banged up… He took me in. Begrudgingly at first because he thought I had already gotten attacked, but that one night we spent together apparently shifted history. He’s a hard guy to deal with, but I love him. I love him a lot.” You find yourself gushing, rolling your eyes gently when Maria breaks out into a wide smile. “And… And then Ellie happened. I convinced him to take her on, and honestly? I think it’s what made us stronger. Working through everything, getting to this moment. I kept telling him I wanted Ellie to have a semi-normal life, so when we came across y’all… Yeah.” You sigh, trying your hardest not to become emotional.

Maria smiles, nodding her head. “I told Tommy I could see between two people that spark of connection, that love… You and Joel got it, baby.” She smiles at you.

“You think so?” You prompt.

Maria nods her head. “That man would kill anyone in the world for you. I see that protectiveness about him when it comes to you… and Ellie. I overheard him tell Tommy that you two were his girls.”

That made your heart leap. So much chaos and destruction had sought to end your lives, that you barely made it out alive… But Joel was the sole person who made life worth living for.

But why did you begin to feel that love was being shelved to collect dust – especially when you were out in public with him?

You had noticed that Joel received quite a lot of attention from mostly women when you, him, Tommy, and Maria went out on one particular night to grab a couple of drinks. The bar was busy and Tommy assured you all that no trouble lay within its walls. But when you saw the way those women looked at Joel, how they undressed him with sultry looks as they sipped from their glasses, you felt inferior.

Joel saw them staring at him, but there was depth to his mind. You were buried in that hole and nothing would tear him away from you, but Joel wasn’t the best at convincing you. A blonde walked by with a big, flirtatious smile. A shot was set in front of him and she acted as though you weren’t even sitting there.

“It’s on me, cowboy.” She teases him with the drawing of her nails across his jacket-clad back. Your mouth falls open slightly, but you quickly seal it shut. In no way were you about to showcase jealousy. This time was supposed to be different.

Joel simply looked at her, watching as she walked away. When he turned his brown eyes over at you, he saw the look on your face, and instinctively, he put his hand on your thigh.

“Baby,” He calls out to you.

You slowly lift your eyes to look at him. Maria and Tommy were intertwined in the other’s grasp. “What?” You ask him.

Joel tilts his head to the side. He wasn’t sure what to say. But he knew what to do.

Pushing himself off the bar stool, he takes your hand. “Joel, what are you doing?”

“Dancing with you.” He answers gruffly, lacing an arm over your waist. A smile slowly finds your face and together, the two of you find yourselves on the dance floor, a slow country song playing over the radio. You wrap your arms over his neck as his large hands roam your hips. Joel’s forehead pressed hard against yours as he gently kisses the softness of your jaw.

“Love you, baby,” He sighs, voice gravelly.

“Love you too,” You respond, head falling against his shoulder as he swayed with you to the music.

That same blonde woman and her friends were gathered in a corner, watching you and Joel. Each of them had spiteful remarks to say such as how they could do so much better for Joel than you. These women, Joel had come across a couple of times since being in Jackson. While he was trying to settle down and find peace for the first time in twenty years with you and Ellie, he hadn’t realized he would become the talk of Jackson as Tommy’s much older, and hotter brother.

That night, you and Joel ended up in the other’s arms in a heat of passion, a flurry of lust that had your head swimming. You were proved right then and there that he didn’t have eyes for those women dancing around him with sharp eyes and red-lined smiles.

However, when you were out one evening to grab yourself a drink at the bar alone to try and cope with the fact that things were ramping up, and Joel was constantly gone, those same women saw you in the corner of the bar.

“Well, look who stumbled into Jackson with dear Joel…” The blonde sighs, taking a seat beside you. Her brunette friend cages you on the other side.

“You look like you’ve seen some shit,” She tells you, picking at the end of your hair. You hiss, flinching away from them.

“Don’t touch me,” you warn them, taking another pull from your beer.

You saw the way those women looked. They were much more endowed in the breast region with tiny waists and perfect skin. Of course, they would be after Joel. A sexy older man with a Texan drawl who knew he could handle any woman thrown into his possession.

You weren’t sure how these women attempted to look that good in the face of a crisis, but they did. And you still felt like you were running for your life. You felt a tad safer since residing permanently in Jackson, but you were never letting your guard down to the infectious disease out there.

The blonde clicks her tongue. “Why don’t you just give him up, sweetheart? He’s got his fair share here in the city…” She tells you.

“Why don’t you stop trying to whore around?” You suddenly snap, earning her eyes to widen.

“Excuse me?” She asks you, her brunette bobble-headed best friend already taking a stand.

“We’re calling things as they are, aren’t we? I shouldn’t be with Joel? You’re a whore? I thought those were the rules, sweetheart…” Although their words pierced you and you were beginning to think that Joel could do better, you weren’t going to be disrespected. You knew damn well that you could take both of these pesky little snobs with two right hooks that would send them to the hospital to have their jaws wired shut.

“As long as you’re admitted your truth, sure.” The blonde sighs. “He won’t be yours for long, darlin’. You’re not suited to carry on a man of his demeanor.”

“And you are?” You tilt your head, taking another sip from the bottle. “What gives you a reason to believe that you could handle him better?”

She inhales sharply. “Well, you just look like… You’ve been used.” She says quietly, taking the beer from your hands.

“So, you’re going to heckle me? Hope I call it off with Joel? Good luck, girls. He wouldn’t touch you. Either of you.” You smile. “Joel loves me. You should learn to love yourself instead of throwing yourself to the first man that comes to Jackson… Or is it because you want to be in good with Tommy? Newsflash. I already am.” You stand up and throw some money onto the bar’s counter for the bartender who dips his head in your direction.

As you exit the bar, you’re given time to officially simmer their words. The trudge back to the home you had set up with Joel and Ellie was quite the trek, but you finally made it, and your heart sank a little when Joel wasn’t anywhere to be found. You walked inside to find Ellie sitting upside down on the couch with her joke book in hand.

“Hey! Why was Cinderella bad at soccer?” She asks you.

“What?” You lift an eyebrow, but you sigh. “She kept running away from the ball.”

Ellie bursts out laughing. “Oh, these are getting better and better.” She says, flipping to the next page. “Speaking of Cinderella running, where did you go?”

You shimmy out of your jacket and toss it onto the counter. “To grab a beer.”

Ellie lifts an eyebrow. “It’s not even 6 o’clock,” She chuckles.

“Exactly.” You bite down on your lip. Ellie could sense the tension radiating off you.

“Are you okay?” She asks you quietly, closing the book and standing up.

In no way were you about to unpack your trust issues onto Ellie. She had enough on her plate. She didn’t need to be burdened with you.

“I’m fine,” You give her your best fake smile. “I’m going to shower.”

Ellie sighs. Little did you know though, Ellie knew of those girls. She saw the way they threw themselves onto Joel and she was jealous for you. She wanted to punch them all or even slice their faces up with her knife.

“Is it about that blonde-headed bimbo and her best friend? The ones who keep trying to jump Joel?” Ellie jumps ahead of herself and asks.

You were already turning around to head toward the bathroom when her question danced in your ears. How did she know?

“How did you know about them?” You ask her.

Ellie fumbles with the sleeves of her shirt. “I saw them try to come onto Joel when I was with him the other night.” She sighs.

You nod your head. “No… It’s not about that.” You lie with a quick huff before retreating to the bathroom. Ellie finds herself cursing under her breath, realizing you were certainly upset at the women trying to come after Joel.

She would do something about it.

“You should–”

“Joel doesn’t know anything about this, Ellie. Do you understand?” You snap, turning around to look at her as you come back down the hall. Ellie’s eyes widen at your sudden leap of hurt, but she nods her head.

“I promise. I won’t tell him.” Ellie holds her right hand up.

Nodding, you trek back. Ellie flops down into the couch once more, simmering on the idea of whether or not she should tell Joel. At first, she was ensuring to keep her promise. But when she saw the dull reaction or heard it later that night between you and Joel, she knew she had to do something.

“How was patrol?” You asked him as you got dressed, changing into one of his shirts and a pair of shorts.

“It was fine,” Joel responded, already falling into the bed after changing out of his clothes.

“Nothing exciting?” You chuckle.

“It was patrol. What could be exciting about it?” Joel snapped.

You could’ve broke then and there, your eyes threatening to give yourself away, but thanks to the darkness of the bedroom, you were able to crawl under the sheets and hide.

And when Joel never touched you, you began to wonder – were they right? Could Joel do better? The next morning, Joel looked over to see you still sleeping. He got out of bed and tiptoed his way into the kitchen after throwing on something decent in case Ellie was in the kitchen.

“Morning, sunshine,” Ellie says, looking up at him. Joel is startled and half asleep.

“What are you doing up so early?” Joel asks her.

“Couldn’t sleep. You?” Ellie answers.

“Same,” Joel responds and walks to the kitchen table.

Silence brews between them and Ellie can visually see the hurt on your face from yesterday.

“She’s upset,” Ellie bites into her lip.

Joel raises an eyebrow. “Who?”

“She thinks you can do better. She thinks those girls are going to take you away from her.”

Joel is vastly confused, but then it registers. The blonde. The brunette. You.

“Who told you that?”

“She didn’t admit it, but she told me not to say anything to you, so that’s confirmation, right? Joel, she’s upset. I don’t like seeing her upset.”

Joel chuckles, shaking his head.

“Nothing happened between me and those girls, Ellie.”

“I know that.” Ellie agrees. “But she doesn’t. She thinks they’re better than her… Girls think like that, Joel. In case you didn’t know.”

“And since when did you become some sort of therapist?”

“Since like… Right now?” Ellie crosses her arms. “But I’m a girl. Girls think crazy things… You need to make it right. Make her see that you want her and only her.”

Joel contemplates Ellie’s advice. He chews on his bottom lip for a few brief moments as silence filled the kitchen once more. He pushes himself back from the table and as Ellie breaks out into a smile, she snatches her joke book from the table and flicks it open.

“I love being right!” She exclaims, propping her feet up.

Joel rolls his eyes and retreats to the bedroom where he finds you groggily stirring awake. You feel the immediate dip in the mattress followed by strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you flush against his chest.

“Mornin’, sweetie,” Joel’s raspy voice dances over your ears, bringing you to smile.

“Good morning,” You exhale. “What time is it?” You squint as the sunlight peeks through the windows.

“Little after seven,” Joel responds, kissing the soft column of your throat. A hum falls from your mouth as you turn over so your chest is pressed to his. Joel looks down at your face, an overwhelming sense of love coming forward. He was protective of you, and he wanted you to know that you were the only woman for him.

“Hey, I need you to know somethin’,” Joel swallows, stroking calloused fingers over the soft ripples of your cheeks. He leans forward and runs his lips over your forehead, the scruff of his face scratching you lightly. “I love you. So much. I know I haven’t been around as much the last couple of days, and we haven’t talked as much, but I love you. I’m yours, baby.”

As his words pooled from his lips, you realized fairly quickly that Ellie had a part to play.

“She told you.” You sigh, closing your eyes. “I told her not to tell–”

“She doesn’t want to see you upset.” Joel cuts you off. “You’re everything to her too, mama. She needs you as much as I do. We love you.” He holds you close. “Those girls mean nothing to me. They’re tried countless times before, and it’s always failed. You’re my girl, do you understand?”

He tucks his fingertips underneath your jaw and forces your head back.

You nod your head. “Say it,” Joel commands.

“I’m yours.” You whisper.

“Louder, baby. Need to hear you.” He draws closer, lips inches from yours. His body was rattling, the warmth of your body prevailing. The soft ripples of your skin underneath his large hands drove him wild as he envisioned himself completely bared, pushed against you.

“I’m yours, Joel. I’m yours.” You say with breathless pants as Joel’s hand separates your thighs.

“That’s my girl… Keep it up,” He kisses your throat, bringing your breath to hitch when his teeth sink into your collarbone and he starts to slowly drag your shorts down your hips.

“Gonna make sure you know I’m your man, baby.” He reassures you, soon pushing your underwear to the side as he brings you on top of him.

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