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luvrxbunny · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Prompt: Car Sex

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, f!oral sex, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.7k

A/N: pretty sure the truck was Tommy’s but we’ll pretend it was Joel’s

You and Joel were on a supply run, nothing you haven’t done a million times before. You guys were wandering around, looking for anything you could find when you heard him let out a sharp gasp. You grip your gun reflexively and start looking around for whatever he saw, but you find nothing.

“Aww look at this!” He’s admiring a bloody, muddy, beat-down truck. He’s crouching, groaning at his knees when he stands back up to circle the truck. “Wow…” He actually sounds in awe… you don't get it.

“Joel, that truck is in horrible condition.” You deadpan. He turns to you with a childlike glee in his eyes. “No! Don’t say that! She’s jus’ a fixer upper that’s all.” He pats her hood with a smile. “Looks just like my old truck, from before… Of course, mine was cleaner… yeah.”

He runs his finger through the coat of dirt with a sad sigh. “I kept her so nice, so clean.” He glances over at you with a shy smile. “I woulda taken you to a real nice place in her, make it a long drive jus’ to show off for ya’.” It warms your heart, the softness of his fantasy, the domesticity of it.

“Yeah? I’d be so impressed too.” You make your way over to him, admiring the truck a bit. “I used to love a guy with a truck, especially those ones that need a step to get in.”

You see excitement fly over his face as he holds a finger up to you and rushes to the side of the car, opens the passenger side door, and showcases the step at the bottom of the doorway. “See! You woulda been so impressed.” He sounds a bit deflated at the lost opportunity, you try and indulge him.

“Where would you take me?” The light returns to his eyes when he turns to you. “Where’d ya’ wanna go?” He stands quickly and rushes to stand in front of you, to watch you answer as though he really needed to know. “Uh- I think I’d love to go to a drive-in theater… especially with a truck!” His smile is wider than you’ve seen in a while.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’d get some blankets, and make the back all nice and comfortable for ya’. You’d be so impressed with me, baby, I swear.” This felt like it was bordering on self depreciation talk and you wouldn’t have it. “Joel. I’m already impressed with how well our date nights go. We’re living on a commune in the apocalypse yet I still feel like the most important thing when I’m with you. That’s the most important thing to me.”

His eyes meet yours sadly. “I have more charm with the truck though.” He has a shy smile on his face as he says it, embarrassed at how true he believes it is. You laugh at his claim. “Sure, Joel. The only appeal this truck has to me… is that there are more places to fuck you in. Other than that, it doesn't serve much purpose.” You watch his face contort in shock for a moment before turning slightly pink. You giggle at his reaction and tell him you guys have to get a move on.

You’ve taken a few steps when you realize you don’t hear him behind you. You look around and don’t see him at first, then you notice he’s gotten in the truck.

His obsession is gonna get us stuck out here after sundown.

You shake your head and make your way back to the truck, his jacket is off, and his back is turned to you. “Joel, what are you doing? You can’t fix the truck” He turns to you and his face is still red, his chest is lightly heaving and there’s a bulge in his pants. “No, but I can still fuck you in it.”

You look down at the seat to see he’s laid his jacket out for you, so sure that you’re going to let him fuck you in this fake copy of his old truck. He’s right.

You smile and he reaches his hand out for you to take as you climb in. He watches you press yourself up from the step and almost fall into him. He catches you with a chuckle and your lips are already pressing into his. He groans against your lips at your desperation, at the way you’re already trying to lick into his mouth, repositioning yourself so you can try and wiggle your way onto his lap.

He smiles into the kiss, pulls your hips away from him, and starts sliding them down, letting you lean back against the seat cushions. He pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees before just diving in. His head buries itself between your legs before you can gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive skin.

His tongue is licking across anything he can reach, trying to taste every part of you. One of his hands pulls away from its painful grip on your thighs to unzip his pants. His cock is pressing painfully into the denim as you mewl above him, whining for more, for him to stop and just fuck you, you don’t even know what you want. Joel brings that hand up to lay across your waistline, pressing your hips down against the fabric of his jacket.

You feel bad because you know you’re making a mess on it. You’re soaked by the way Joel was trying to drink you up, at the groans and grunts he’s letting out between your legs and the way his hips have started to slowly grind his aching cock against the seats.

Your hips slowly begin to rock into his face, your hands come down to hold his head in place as you do. He groans your name into your pussy as you use him, riding his nose as his tongue tries to wiggle its way inside you. His eyes are shut in concentration but they shoot open to look at you when you start moaning his name. “Joel. C- Joel I’m close- so close, Joel. Joel-“

Your hushed voice comes out as a whimper as you try and warn him. Joel is lost in the way you say his name. The way you feel the need to have it on repeat as you cum, like it’s the only thought in your head.

His hand comes down to palm his raging bulge, relieving some of the tension that’s been building as he fucks into the dirty seats. He’s pulsing for you, to get inside you, to fuck you in his this truck.

His eyes close at the thought. In an alternate universe, Joel thinks you’d be softer. You’re already so sweet and sensitive for him but without the added sense of danger, Joel thinks you’d be a mess for him. Just melting all over whenever he touched you.

He’d be more affectionate too, get you into that headspace that makes everything fuzzy. Keep caressing you until all you can do is cling to him and ramble deliriously about how good he makes you feel. He’d love to have the opportunity to take his time with you, bring you so high that you feel like you’ll never come down, and then throw you over the edge.

“JOEL-“ His name comes out as a shouted gasp before you’re creaming all on his tongue. His eyes roll back behind his shut lids as he desperately tries to drink up all your juices. He’s relishing your taste, moaning praises to you from buried between your legs. He knows you can’t hear them but he means them so truthfully he doesn’t even need you to, he just can’t stop them from tumbling out of his mouth.

You have to tug his hair to get him out, to stop him from. overstimulating you to the point of immobility. “Joel. S- You s-said you’d fuck me.”

You’re whining for him, already begging for more and he is more than willing to give it to you. He’s already pushing himself off the ground, pulling his jeans down, and climbing over you with a smirk. You’re wearing a pout that’s reluctantly turning into a shy smile under his gaze. He helps you pull your pants completely off your legs before spreading you open.

He has one leg over his shoulder and the other resting on his hip, his hands are clutching each ankle as he smiles down at you. “Wanna put me in, baby?” His accent makes the words slide out of his throat like honey, spilling from his lips like they’re the sweetest syrup.

Your pussy is already squeezing down on nothing, begging him to stretch you. He chuckles at the whimper you let out before grabbing his thick cock and lining him with your entrance. You can feel his tip resting so far outside where your hole sits naturally and your heart begins to race. You can tell Joel is having the same thoughts by the way his gaze is focused on where you two are touching, where his tip is just leaking into your hole. His breaths are coming out in small pants and he’s trying to stop his hips from thrusting his cock inside you, pushing his way through.

You wiggle your hips slowly, trying to ease him in. His tip slides in quicker than you expected, you flinch and moan at the sensation, winning a rare whine from Joel as his tip catches on your ever-constricting pussy. His hand has to leave one of your legs to push your hips down onto the seats, ensuring that you don’t take any more of him in.

If you did, Joel thinks he’d blow his load instantly.

Now you’re whining on his tip, begging him for more as he squeezes the base of his dick, trying to will his load to stay at bay. Your whines start to get a bit weaker, more watery and you start to sniff. Joel’s eyes snap to yours and see your face turned away from him with little steaks of water from wiped tears on your cheeks. He reaches for you immediately.

“What? What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt? Wan’ me t’take it out, baby? C’mon, talk to me.”

You turn to Joel and shake your head with a sad smile before trying to kiss him but he turns away to whisper in your ear. “Gotta tell me what’s wrong first, darlin’.”

He lets you cling to him, a hand still on your hip as you try to coax more of his cock into you, wiggling your hips and clenching rhythmically to try and convince him to push into you as you let it little sobs into his neck. “J- Just need you s- so bad J- Joel. I need it, need you.”

He swears his vision blurs for a moment. He’s heard you say this to him countless times and it turns him on, sure. But he’s always known you say it for that specific reason.

This time, however, it feels like you really mean it. The way your body is crying- the way you’re literally crying for him. It’s all too much, it doesn’t feel real. He can’t believe the way he makes you feel so good, it’s all he wants; to make you feel good. His cock won’t stop pulsing inside you, he’s trying to calm down but your whines for him are almost too much.

He starts thrusting into you, he doesn’t work his way up to the brutal pace he’s currently at. He started that way, fueled by the shout of his name from your lips. He hides himself in your neck and your hands come up to cradle his head against you, your hands digging into his soft hair as he ruts into you. “I’m not gonna last.”

The words rush out of his mouth and you moan his name in response. Your pussy suffocates him, pulling him- forcing him closer to the edge. “I w- want it, Joel. Please cum inside me-” You gasp at your own words and Joel can feel his balls tightening at them. “Joel-” Your tone becomes frantic and you’re clawing at his shoulders, his neck and gripping his hair to pull his head from your neck. You’re staring at his face now, hands on either side, but his eyes are still closed. He’s still too close, he doesn’t want- he can’t risk cumming before you. He needs you to cum on him first, for you to moan his name in the way you only do when he’s got you shaking on his cock… but you’re whining at him to open his eyes, to look at you. You’re begging him.

“Look at me when I cum, Joey. P-please. Joel-” You gasp out a moan and your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him in for a blind kiss. He can’t help but open for you, letting you lick into his mouth, trying to ignore the way his stomach burns at the taste of your tongue. He takes a shaky breath to calm himself and you’re moaning against his lips again. “I need it.” You’re breathless as you try not to cum, letting out breathy keens and high-pitched sighs of his name. He can feel you twitching on his cock, squeezing him for a moment before whining and trying your hardest not to. He can’t deny you any longer. His eyes open and meet your instantly.

You pull his head to yours, desperately trying to fall into his eyes as your orgasm crashes over you, only waiting for Joel’s gaze to unleash it. Your mouth opens wider the tighter your pussy chokes his cock, you’re gazing right into his eyes as you cream all over his cock.

He can’t. His breathing picks up as you stare into him, so lovingly. He starts panting, his breath fanning over your face until little whines and curses work their way out of his throat. His chest is heaving and his hips are slowly losing their rhythm. “I-inside, Joel. Wan’ it.” Your words slur together as your eyes roll back at the pulsing of his cock inside you.

Your name is falling from his lips like a plea before he brings his body flush against yours. His hand comes behind your head to pull you up into a sitting position as he leans back onto his heels, still thrusting into you slowly. “‘M gonna gi-give it to you, baby. Gonna fill you-” Pleasure runs up his spine with a shudder and his eyes fall shut.

“ ‘M cummin’, sweetheart.” The words are more whiny than you’ve ever heard him and he starts spilling into you. He’s grunting out sounds that vaguely resemble your name, working himself up into a whine as he continues to thrust into you. His brows furrow and his hips stutter to a stop but he’s still filling you, so you start to grind on him. His eyes shoot open with a ragged moan. “Can’t- It-” He struggles to get the words out as you swivel your hips on him, enticing his cock to let another round of cum spit into you. His eyebrows pull inward as you smile at him deliriously, letting an innocent giggle fall from your mouth.

He moans your name against your lips, his hands on your lower back to hold you up as he finishes filling you. His entire body shudders with the last rope of cum that shoots into you, earning a pretty moan from your lips. “Fuck, Joel.”

He grunts into your neck, placing soft kisses there while he tries to calm down. You’re humming at each one and stroking the back of his head softly, resting your head on top of his. He’s letting shuddering sighs out against your skin as his cock softens inside you. He slowly pulls his head out from your neck, you leave your hand on the back of his head and give him a crooked, lazy smile that warms his heart. “Tha’ was so much, Joey.”

He groans at the pet name and smiles at you fondly. You’re whispering fucked out praises in his ear as he cleans you up and you cling to him the whole way home.

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cliickermiller · 2 years ago

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Could I request a Joelxreader where the reader moves to Jackson and is super sweet and loves to bake things for everyone in town as a thank you for allowing her in and at first Joel rejects their offerings because they’re suspicious of them which makes the reader continue to try and bake things for him, finally he accepts and starts opening up to them and offering to help reader with any labor they need done which leads to them sharing a kiss and maybe starting a relationship

mean spirits and bread cakes - Joel Miller x Reader

A/n: Woohoo first request, I was a little hesitant at first because I want to make sure my requests are written like my stories, with feeling and detail and I hope I accomplished that by the end of this story so just let me know how i did :)

Whenever you were brought into Jackson you were met with guns in your face, mainly by two men but one of them was a lot more lenient with you staying there, You believed that his name was Tommy, he welcomed you after the initial questions and tests and set you up with you own little room, it wasn't big or much but he said it was temporary until another unit opened up. For now you made due, using your time mainly in the kitchen helping the others prep meals for the town and other things, once Tommy helped move you into your new home, which just needed repaired, you quickly made to work making a little farming area outside.

It had been a couple weeks since you finally got your own home, you hadn't really baked since you moved in, trying to help the others out as much as you could, while still maintaining your food source in your backyard. Over the weeks you had met somebody named Joel, who you learned was the other man holding the gun in your face. He was closed off, at least to you, you always say him talking with Tommy and laughing with a teenage girl who you assumed was his daughter. You learned later that her name was Ellie, she was sweet and always came over first thing in the morning to help you bake for the other residents of Jackson, props she didn't really help baking but she watched you and learned how to do it while keeping you company and being a taste tester for you different treats.

"Y/nnnn! What're we bakin today?" Ellie cheered walking into your kitchen smiling brightly "We are making a strawberry bread cake with freshly grown ingredients and I finally made the perfect flour substitute so now maybe your grump of a father will accept them" You proudly stated smiling at the girl, watching as she giggled loudly "Joel is-.." She stopped, what was Joel to her? A father? A father figure? or just some guy who takes care of her? "Yea..yea Joel is a tough cookie to crack" She smiled using your phrasing from the other day "Alright, now, let's get started on mixing dry ingredients, I wanna make sure all these cakes are done by the time the patrols get back" You smiled watching as she took her usual seat on the counter next to your sink to watch you bake. You house was nice, you could tell whoever built it and the other houses knew what they were doing, you never thought you'd live with water or electric again but whenever you found Jackson that was the first thing you noticed.

After almost six hours of baking you were done, you liked doing it though, it gave you time to talk with Ellie, the first child you spoke with since the fall, and considering you were a middle school teacher it pained you seeing all the kids that turned infected; plus it helped feed the community, you weren't taking out of their found resources either, you grew it all and happily contributed it throughout the town, it was the only real way you knew how to pay them back for letting you stay, there weren't many kids, you weren't physically capable of going and fighting clickers like the others, so you stuck with helping them build/setup new cabins and cook little treats for everybody. Ellie filled the time with telling you the story of how she met Joel and how she wishes he was actually her father, how she always longed to have an adult go out their way to protect her, so she didn't have to learn at such a young age. You felt bad for her, Ellie was a sweet but stubborn girl, she reminded you of your younger sister. "Well....I'm happy you've made to here, Ellie, And I'm glad through your journey you found somebody like Joel..He sounds like an amazing man" You smiled placing the small cakes into separate containers, Deep down you know Joel had to of had someone before Ellie that he cared about that much, considering this was the first group of men you found that weren't ravaging assholes and that fact he went across the country and only kept Ellie's best interest in mind really showed his true colors.

Ellie shrugged a bit shoving some containers into her bookbag ready to help you pass them out, "I guess I kinda owe it to him? He helped me get this far I probably would've died by now" She mumbled, you offered her a kind smile wrapping an arm around hers to lead her outside to start your rounds. It probably took another hour to hand them out and you and Ellie still have 4 more containers together to pass out, splitting down the main road you stopped at the house you knew would be a problem, you didn't know why you still tried giving things to Joel, he always declined and acted like you were carrying the next world ruining virus and were ready to kill all. Looking up on the porch you saw him sitting in a rocking chair with his guitar propped on his lap "Hi.." You mumbled slowly stepping up on the porch "What're you doing here, y/n?" He grumbled, you frowned "I uh..-um.." You were stuttering, after hearing Ellie's stories about him you felt nervous under his watch, flustered. "Spit it out. I gotta start lookin for Ellie soon" He huffed sitting up straighter "Oh! E-Ellie she helped out today again..I wanted to drop off a strawberry- uh- bread cake" You stuttered watching him furrow his eyebrows "Don't you know flower started this entire damn mess?" He snapped standing up "N-No! I uh, I've been finding other things, not containing wheat t-to make a substitute for the flour.." You rambled, a little worried by the tone and body language, He looked around, catching eye of Ellie talking to Tommy stealing a piece from his food container and walking towards the cabin. "I don't want it" He huffed before going back inside, leaving you on the porch alone, you huffed, not letting his mean spirit get you down to happily pranced to Ellie "I'll see you later alright, hun? You need anything you know where to find me"

You woke up the next morning to Ellie pounding on your bedroom door, what the fuck? Getting up in a rush you swung the door open looking at her "You weren't awake whenever I knocked on the door and I got worried you left in the night a-and when the door was locked I-I thought you got infected or died" She rambled before hugging you tightly, you hugged her back tired and confused, the moment that really woke you up was Joel standing in your hallway peeking through the doorway "S-Sorry..Whenever you didn't answer I got Joel..." she whispered "N-no hun that's okay, no reason to be sorry, you were worried" You said rubbing her back before pulling away wrapping the blanket you had around your body before leading them both back out to your living room. "Ellie...you gotta help Maria today..better get on that" Joel said lowly, motioning her out of the cabin before closing your door sighing. "She cares about you" He said finally, turning around to look at you, you still had horriendous bed head and you looked like you just climbed out from under a rock (In your defense it was the best sleep you've ever had)

"I care about her..She's a sweet girl..one of the only people left her age that actually care about what's left in humanity" You whispered calmly going to the kitchen to get a bottle of water "She's cared about a lot of people..most em have died..so..whenever she cares about...un-infected she cares alot" Joel said, you nodded understanding what he was saying "I've noticed..I've seen kids deal with loss and grief...most grow resentment towards others..-" Joel cut you off "-But she's different" You agreed with him picking at your covers "Tried that..damn..strawberry? what the fuck did you call it?" He asked running a hand over his facial scruff "Strawberry bread cake" You whispered trying not to crack a smile, he sat down on the edge of your coffee table sighing "it was good..real good..Was kickin myself most of the night for not trying it sooner" He chuckled embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck "Ellie made you try it didn't she?" You chuckled watching him huff "Damnit she's right you can read people like a damn book" He grumbled before readjusting his sitting position "If..If you keep bringin them little cakes and other things over..I'll be happy to take em..." He smiled softly, You smiled back at him, maybe all Joel needed was an okay from Ellie to be friendly "Mmm..I dunno..I might need compensation now" You teased playfully, Joel laughed shaking his head a bit "How bout this..whenever I'm not on patrols..any hard labor you need done..I'm there" He offered, you smiled nodding "Sounds like a pretty good deal to me" you smiled softly, he smiled looking at you "Ellie..told me about how you guys met..and how you saved her..gotta admit Joel..You are one hell of a man" You smiled softly, he coughed a bit looking down now flustered, you giggled a bit resting a hand on his knee "I'm serious..alot of other men...sadly probably wouldn't of ever left your old QZ with her..you a good man" You whispered, nudging his knee a bit with your hand.

That night would start a landfill of good nights with Joel and Ellie, leading you to one night imparticular. You were standing on Joel's porch, waiting for him to answer the door "Hellooo?" You called sighing softly, almost then the door opened and there stood Joel in a towel with wet hair, panting like he rushed to the door "S-Sorry I can come back another time" You whispered nervously, he ran a hand through his hair "N-No just got a bit worried thinking something bad happened" He said smiling at you in relief "N-No I was gonna see if you were still coming over?...That broken window is bringing in a cold chill" You whispered nervously "oh! oh yea of course, let me...get dressed, come in" He said pulling you inside of his cabin gently before disappearing into his bedroom. You wandered, peeking into his kitchen "Mr. Miller! are you getting a second helping from me after Ellie gives you one?" You called seeing the extra containers in his sink "Totally not! I'm a good man remember?" He asked as he walked out, now dressed with his hair now maintained and under control. "Mmm You can be a good man and still be taking extras" You giggled as he walked closer to you standing by the sink, You didn't realize till now how close the two of you actually were until then, you could feel his breath on your face, not that you were complaining, somehow the man still had minty smelling breath in the end of mankind. "You gonna charge me extra for it?" He asked raising an eyebrow, you looked at him tightening your lips into a pursed line before resting a hand on his shoulder "Maybe...or maybe we could work out a deal?" You teased, trying to keep an upset face, Joel gasped playfully before chuckling "Gonna charge me extra? My little girl is the one who helps pass em out" He laughed leaning closer to you "Oh! So you're taking Ellie's serving" You teased giggling louder, he placed his hands on your waist, causing both of your giggles and chuckles subdue leaving you looking at each other. Joel couldn't help it, After losing Sara's mom, he was convinced he'd never meet anybody as amazing as her, as sweet or kind and yet here you were, and you were breathtaking.

"Joel.." Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, he cleared his throat placing a hand on your cheek before kissing you, if it were anybody else you would've pulled away, knocked the dude the hell out for kissing you, but instead you kissed him back, running your hands through his damp hair, he moved his hands back down to your waist picking you up and putting you up on the counter. "How bout..you..start usin my kitchen..give me a chance to see ya everyday" He panted looking at you "Then we don't gotta do the walkin to each others houses and knockin" He continued as you pecked his lips gently "Are you asking me to move in with you sir?" you teased smiling resting your hands on his shoulder "Maybe I am.." He whispered, both of you jumped as the door slammed and Ellie cheered loudly "FUCKING FINALLY!" She yelled jumping up and down in excitement towards her bedroom.

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soooo how'd i do?

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel tlou #ellie the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us part one #the last of us #ellie tlou

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elliesdin0saur · 1 year ago

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please please, If you take other tlou characters requests, especially joel<<< cook up a little scenario where joel's being the raddest dad to his daughters, with reader being the baby sis/or whatever you prefer? like imagine him being all protective and shit, maybe helping with stupid homework, cracking those dad jokes we secretly love but won't admit it...

yk those moments that make you go.. damn joel, adopt me too. oh and bonus if he drops some wise life advice or pulls off a killer dad hug. i need that warm and fuzzy shit, you feel me?

family dynamics make me want to cry but I fucking adore them. if you'd consider making one/or more, please do (no pressure hun I'm sure you get bombarded w/requests)

thank uuuuu

no I am so feeling this, i recently started working on a Drabble regarding joelxdaughter!reader, since most of tumblr is jus' slutty old joel (no offense, i too am guilty) but damn... i miss some wholesome stuff. also adding in his other two baby girls, being readers older sisters x

also questioning to start a elliexdaughter!reader but yk... her being a loser lesbian and the child not being her "own", i'd probably just use JJ as the son.. or make her adopt cargo on the way like Joel did... like mother, like daughter ig? lol

lmk if more people are interested in seeing this type of stuff, would consider turning it into a series! if yes, drop some reqs regarding daddy Joelxreader (reader is underage and OBVS joels daughter so no weird shit please thx), or leave some general reqs w/Ellie etc. (theyre open and im doing my best to get to all of them please be patient x). I will be dropping the first little part very soon loves!

x lola

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ashandsweets · 2 years ago

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Haunted

JoelxReader

Drabble inspired by Florence, Bill, and Frank. Joel meets a survivor not too far into the outbreak and takes pity on her.

Warning: Major character death, substance abuse

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“Look, I ain’t calling you a liar-“

“Just for one night. Please! I promise to be gone by morning.” You pleaded with the man, hands clasped together while you fell to your knees. How long was it since you had a safe place to rest your head? Two days maybe? Didn’t sound long now that you think about it…

He cocked his gun and pulled it back, letting out an agitated sigh. You looked like Sarah’s former school teacher. His heart ached, still reeling from the traumatic loss of his daughter just 6 months earlier. He distracted himself from the pang in his chest by assessing your appearance. Joel could tell those eyes ain’t seen a lick of violence. Those soft hands probably hadn’t either. He motioned upwards from the ground, letting you know it was safe to get up.

“Oh, thank you, sir!” You practically leapt up from the ground and futilely attempted to brush off the dirt staining your skirt.

It was at that moment Joel realized you’d die out here on your own. His nostrils flared in annoyance as he continued to study you. A looker, no weapons, too trusting…your misfortune could be worse than death. Thoughts of Sarah and his innate desire to keep her safe flooded his brain.

You tried to break the thick silence. “I”ll be gone by morning. Is there anything I can do?”

“Just don’t lie to me.” Joel spat, putting his gun back in the holster.

You didn’t lie on purpose. How were you supposed to know this stranger’s pity would override his conscious? A widow, safely cocooned in the outer city limits, until other survivors began looting and shooting your town. You made it out by the skin of your teeth with only the promise of a “safe zone” the next state over from your neighbor who stayed to fight. You’d never make it alone.

“I ain’t calling you a thief,” he tossed the stale bread your way. “Just don’t steal from me.”

You greedily gobbled it down, still trailing behind the gruff stranger by second nightfall. Stars shined bright, illuminating your path. Such good fortune seldom came those days. You thought better than to question it.

“You know, we still don’t know each other's names.”

“Names make ‘em real.” Was his harsh response. You decided you’d had enough of this whiplash. Picking up your pace, you got ahead and planted yourself inches away from him. He furrowed his brows in annoyance.

“Move.”

Instead, you took his free hand in yours. Truth is it warmed him up. Been a long time since he was touched by another.

“I am real…” he started to recoil at your words, withdrawing his hand when you gripped it further, placing a timid kiss on his knuckles. An almost inaudible moan escaped past his lips. You raised your head, shaking a little.

“My name is (Y/N)…thank you for keeping me.”

Keep you? Like a stray? Joel couldn’t help but groan in amusement. Well, what the hell? He wouldn’t be meeting up with Tommy for a few more weeks. Having another set of eyes could come in handy till then. Not to mention, you were easy on the eyes…and kind.

“Joel Miller.” He looked down and shuffled a bit. You had the nerve to smile.

“Nice to meet you, Joel Miller.”

“I’m not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me…”

20 years in the post-outbreak world took a heavy toll on Joel. He crushed up the tiny plastic bag of pills and poured himself another glass of fire. It was the only way he could conjure sleep, the type that made him forget his dreams. Joel was tired of seeing faces, so many he lost count.

“And I love you so much, I'm going to let you kill me.”

Joel tilted his head back, letting the music soothe his senses as darkness took over. His final thoughts before giving into slumber were of you.

A liar that said she’d only spend the night. Instead she spent fifteen years.

A thief that stole his heart, a second chance at love.

A ghost Joel failed to protect, shot down in his arms just like his own flesh and blood twenty years earlier.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou fic #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x reader #hbo the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #tlou fluff #florence and the machine #tlou drabble #Spotify

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ghostwritesthings · 6 months ago

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Ok so I was reading a fic and I lost it it’s a joelxreader fic and instead of Ellie being taken by David reader is taken instead and has to save herself if anyone knows what I’m talking about please let me know😭

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel x y/n #ellie x y/n

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thirtysomethingloser92 · 2 years ago

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Can't wait for the plethora of The Last of Us JoelxReader fanfiction that's about to come out.

#the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader

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slimybeth69 · 10 days ago

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Such Small Hands

unbeta'ed, cross posted from my ao3.

mean/dark!joelxreader (no physical descriptions girthy age gap--no actual age mentioned but reader could be in her mid twenties- early thirties, no use of y/n. No physical descriptions but reader has an extensive background. Canon to the last 3 episodes of the series.) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, mentions of potential SA, graphic depictions of blood, reader brings up her past and shitty family (if it ain't for you, sorry). This takes place after the events of Crybaby With as much smut as this has, this is an angsty fic and it's building bonds and falling in love (maybe). And Ellie!! Little Baby Ellie is in this one!

Chapter 2- Killers

“Are you sure you’re going to bed okay? You know what medicine you need to get? How do I know when to come looking for you if you don’t come back? What happens–” Ellie is rapidly firing these questions at you as you walk out of the house the next morning. You turn and put your hands on her shoulders. Ellie stares up at you, her eyes are so full of fear but they're scanning your face, hoping you'll have the answers. You do. For the most part.

“Listen– you’re gonna stay here. No matter what. You do not come looking for me. Under any circumstance. You stay here with Joel. You do not leave his side until he’s able to come with you. Do you understand?” You talk to Ellie in the most stern voice you have. “I know where to go. I know what to look for. I can take care of myself. Please, take care of yourself and Joel.” You hand her your pistol and show her how to use it quickly.

Ellie watches intently.

“It’s easier to aim. Point and shoot. It’s got kick to it though. It’s gonna knock you on your ass if you’re not prepared for it. Got it? Lock your arm when you shoot and don’t flinch. Do not use this unless you absolutely have to. Understood? I mean thing’s coming through that door kind of need to, do you hear me?”

Ellie looks terrified. You give her a hug.

“It’ll be okay. I’m not taking the horse because it’ll draw too much attention. It'll take me a while to get there and back but I’ll be back tonight, okay? I promise, I’ll do everything I can.” You squeeze her tightly and you feel her still holding on so you let her hug you as long as she needs. The sun still hasn’t even come up yet, so you have time. She needs it.

“Be careful.” Ellie says as she’s pulling away. “Please.” Her eyes look so wide and scared and almost full of tears.

“I will be. You need to be careful too. Barricade this door when I leave. I’ll knock six times when I’m back.”

The walk into the city is long and cold with only one glove but you’ll look for more in the department stores. You wonder if any of the medicine is still even good by now. It’s a stressful thought. You need more alcohol and some antiseptic. Anything that will make sure Joel doesn’t get an infection if he doesn’t already have one.

Joel slept through the night and was still sleeping when you decided you couldn’t sit around any longer. You got changed into clothes covered in Joel’s blood. You’d look for a new outfit while you were in the city. You needed them anyway. Might as well. You loved going into the city– not this one; you were in New Jersey when the outbreak happened. But the Big City. NYC. You loved going there when you were a teenager.

This didn’t feel like that though. There was something so ominous about the buildings towering overhead. Everything was so eerily quiet. Not like a city at all. A ghost city. An abandoned one. All the buildings were overtaken by plant growth on the first and second floors. It was starting up to the third now. You could barely see the signs over the doors of each store. The moss and vines and leaves covered it all up now.

First place you found was a department store. Inside was dark, you had to use your flashlight to see anything. The first floor was mens and kids. You look for anything that might fit Joel and toss it in a bag you picked up on your way into the store. It’s just a simple backpack, nothing special but it was empty. You’re holding the flashlight between your jaw and shoulder while you look through sizes. You’re as quiet as you can be. Checking to make sure there isn’t anything under your feet before you step.

Upstairs is for women and home-goods. You grab as many t-shirts that will fit you and Ellie both in the bag not caring if they’re cute or what they say. You look for jeans that will fit. You’re stuffing this bag as full as you can make it. This place hasn’t been picked too bad. There were no knives when you checked the home-goods department.

You do end up looking for another bag, a duffel bag, a bigger one in the camping section. You find it and just toss the book bag into the bottom and wrap the strap around your back so you can just throw things into it without having to carry it in your hands. Cooking things and camping gear. Whatever you really need. You still have to carry it to the pharmacy and try to find something for Joel.

As you make your way down the stairway that leads to the first floor you hear it. Clicking. You close your eyes and hope your imagination is just getting the best of you in here. It is really dark and fucking scary as hell. Fuck. You were hoping to avoid all this. Hoped they had all cleared outta the city by now.

Staying quiet, trying to hear where it's coming from you slowly keep moving down the stairs. Your flashlight is pointed to the floor so you don’t step on anything. The clicks continue to echo softly. The sound can’t really be placed as it bounces off the walls and back at you from every direction.

Shit. Shit. Shit…fuck. Okay. Stillness. You stay as still as possible and with your flashlight scan the room below you very slowly. You don’t move too fast, just try and see if anything down there is moving. Time feels like it is standing completely still. More clicks but now it’s evident that they are coming from upstairs, from behind you and you take off quickly down the stairs, still as quiet as you can be.

You have to walk so slow, there’s metal camping gear in your bag and one wrong move will send everything scattering around in there and you’ll be fucking caught. No way out. Your feet move with grace. Like when you walked through the woods to meet Joel. You need to get back to him…back to Ellie. The clicks are still behind you, maybe closer than last time but you tell yourself that it’s all in your head and you’re just freaking the fuck out.

Okay, you’re out the door and across the street and you watch the entrance with your revolver aimed at the door you just came out of. You breathe steady and wait. You wait for so long until you’re convinced that it wasn’t following you. The revolver drops down to your side and you sigh loudly. You wait, still watching with your finger on the trigger just in case. Just in case it pops out and starts fucking barreling after you.

Okay. You’re possibly in the clear. There are so many stores lining the street. While you walk you adjust the metal camping gear so it shouldn’t clang together should you have to move hastily. You spot a drug store and struggle to open the door with all the overgrowth. It’s a good sign. No one’s been in here for a while.

Inside is picked through. You find a bottle of rubbing alcohol though. A big one. The makeup section is untouched. You grab Ellie two compacts and a nicer hairbrush than the one she had. There isn’t anything else inside.

There isn’t anything else on this main street. You dip off into a side street and find an actual pharmacy. You walk inside, no overgrowth covering the door. You find Neosporin. Unopened. You could cry. Tears actually spring to your eyes. You open it out and squeeze some out onto your finger and smell it and it smells like Neosporin. Like your childhood. This is what you came here for.

You tuck it into your front jacket pocket because it s precious and you leave this God fucking forsaken place.

You’re running. As fast as you can with the duffel bag still strapped to your front which isn’t fast at all but you need to get back. You’ve been gone so long the sun is already up high in the sky. The sun shines off the snow and hurts your eyes. You never did look for new gloves. Completely forgot.

When you get back the sun is lower, not dark but getting there. You’re glad you left as early as you did. You knock on the door six times and wait for her to answer. Nothing. You knock again a little louder. Nothing. You push on the door gently and it gives to your touch. Fucking kid . You enter the house with your gun drawn. Setting the duffel bag down next to the door, you check around the corner. Clear.

The hallway is clear too. The door to the basement is shut. You open the door and whisper her name but get no response. What the fuck? Okay. Maybe they’re both asleep. You take the steps downstairs and check on Joel who is still asleep. Ellie isn't in either of the rooms down in the basement.

She’s not fucking here. God fucking dammit. What actual fuck kid? You gave her one fucking instruction. You wonder is she doesn't listen to Joel either. Ellie is a teenager, she doesn't listen to anyone.

The door upstairs opens and you hear heavy footsteps above you, they're frantic and running across the floor. You aim the gun at the door as it opens and put your finger on the trigger. You drop it immediately as Ellie stumbles down the stairs, missing three on her way down.

“Where the fuck where you? Huh? I told you to stay put!” You shout at her. She holds up wrapped up gray cloth in her hand and pants softly.

“I got it.” Ellie smiles wide at you.

“Got what!? Someones fucking underwear? Ellie where the fuck did you go?” You're shouting at her because you were scared and frantic about her not being there just two minutes ago.

She recants her time in the woods. Explains she went out to try and hunt so we could all eat tonight. She actually shot a deer but two men in the woods traded her medicine for Joel for the deer meat. You stare at her as she talks. You can't believe it.

Ellie hands you the bottle and the needle. You hold it in your hands, still unable to talk. The bottle of antibiotics is cold in your palm.

“I don’t know how to do it.” She kneels down to Joel and puts a hand on his shoulder. "He needs it though. He has a fever." You knew he did. You checked him earlier and he was burning up.

Joel is worth figuring it out for. Poking the needle into the top of the bottle you pull the liquid into the syringe until it looks like enough. You don’t know! You wanted to do hair for God's sake! Not be a nurse.

Your hands are shaking as you inject him with the antibiotic. You lean down and whisper into his ear.

“You get better soon. Don’t leave me with the kid. She doesn’t listen to me.”

You and Ellie go and sit with your backs against the wall. She mirrors you when you pull your knees and rest your arms on them. You sigh deeply and try to pretend like none of this is really happening. This is what happens when you think with anything other than your brain. You were thinking with your pussy and this is what you get. Bloody clothes and a near dead man on the bed across the room and some new teenage girl who’s looking at you for answers.

“These guys with the medicine? You know where they stay?” You’re whispering to Ellie while Joel rests. She nods at you. “You could tell me how to get there?” If you can get there and scope things out you might be able to see what you’re up against. You wonder if Ellie did a good job hiding her tracks back here or not.

“I could show you.” Ellie raises her eyebrows. She wants to take you there. You frown at her. What is she thinking? Leaving Joel here all alone? Obviously she wasn’t thinking, she’s just a kid. Trying to prove to the two adults she’s with that she can help. That she’s grown too. Not just a kid.

“Do you think this is an adventure? Is this fun to you? Those guys are probably looking for you right now.” You keep frowning as the small smirk disappears from her face. “Good. I’m glad you know I’m serious now since you didn’t seem to know earlier.” You’re so angry. You know she was just trying to help but it’s just made everything so much harder. Even if she did get the medicine.

“I got the medicine that you couldn’t get.” She growled at you angrily, like she was reading your mind. Ellie had that comeback ready before you even started talking to her. She knew what she did was wrong but she was trying to justify it.

“I hadn’t even left before you went off hunting in the woods, doing exactly what I told you not to.” You snap at her, pointing to the door. This is what your mom must have felt like when she’d find out you snuck out with your boyfriend to go into the city for a show or for dinner without asking or telling. You know why she was so scared now. The world was not a nice place for fourteen year old girls. You didn’t know that then. Ellie doesn’t know that now.

“He was going to die without it.” She keeps growling. The face she’s making at you is similar to the ones she’d make when Joel and her picked you up before you all left Wyoming. You got on the horse he brought for you and you’d catch her giving you looks just like this one out of the corner of your eye. Her face would be pressed right into Joel’s back looking at you like you were a clicker or a bloater. Or something worse. A threat to her and Joel’s plan.

“What you did was very helpful. Yes. But it doesn’t change the fact that you still didn’t take me seriously. Ellie. Those guys could have done so much worse than just kill you.” You shake your head because you don’t know if she gets that. “I just want you to be safe so that when he wakes up, he doesn’t kill me for losing you.” You point to Joel in the bed across the room. He’s kind of scary, you’re not going to lie. You’d hightail it out of here and back to Jackson before he woke up if anything happened to her. You did not want to be on his bad side. You were already on his good side and look at the things he did to you.

“I’m not going to get lost. Or killed. Or worse. ” More growling like she’s tough. “I’m strong-” You snort in a short burst of chuckling because she sounds just like you did. It’s insane listening to her talk. Listening her argue; saying she’ll never let that happen to her– she has no control over those things and you’re surprised she thinks she does. It makes you embarrassed for how you used to talk to your mom or your aunts growing up. You’re just trying to help her.

“I’m so glad that you know exactly what’s going to happen out here. I’m so glad that in your fourteen years of life that you just know everything you need to know. I’m so fucking happy.” It’s a whisper. “I was your age once. I get it–but you have no fucking idea what’s going to happen when you walk out that door. You need to remember that you’re not un-fucking-touchable. You can get hurt. You don’t know.” You glance over at her, because you haven't looked at her once. You’ve been too upset and frustrated and worried that if you looked at her you might cry.

“And you do?” She snaps back now.

“I have no fucking idea what’s going to happen. But I know what can .” You do start to cry because you’re overwhelmed. The last however many hours have passed are finally catching up to you. “I know what will happen to little girls like you and women like me if men who are fucked-” You tap your head. “Or desperate-” you tap between your legs. “-could do if they wanted. You better hope your aim has gotten better since the other day.” You push yourself off the ground and walk away from her. You can’t look anymore. You don’t want to say anything you’ll regret.

“I know what you’re talking about and I would never -” You spin around so fast it makes you dizzy.

“I hope you never have to try and overpower a man who is holding you down.” You whisper it even though you want to scream at her. “I have to sleep now. Please for the love of God, don’t fucking leave.”

You lay down in the bed Ellie had slept in the night before. It’s soft. And it has blankets and it’s perfect. You think of living here. Forever. With Ellie and Joel. It would be nice to cozy up and relax and play house. You always wanted to do that. Imagining the idea of giving Joel kisses as he walked into the kitchen as you helped Ellie with her homework are the thoughts that lulled you to sleep. You slept for fourteen hours.

Ellie is fucking gone when you wake up. Of fucking course. You should have never fallen asleep but whatever. You’ll go get her. She can’t be too far, right? Joel is still asleep. Fuck.

Fuck. It’s fucking bitter cold and now you regret not going back for a new pair of gloves. You run out into the street and look in both directions. She’s running from the right and pointing to get back inside. You shake your head and motion for her to get her ass over here right the fuck now.

“We– yo– we– they’re coming.” Ellie stutters. “They’re coming to look for us.”

Fuck! You press your hands into your eyes and hold back a shout of frustration. Hands fall to your sides and Ellie is gone again, she’s running up to the garage.

“Where are you going?” You follow her as she opens the door.

“I can get away. I’ll distract them. You gotta stay here and keep Joel safe. Please. I won’t be able to do it myself. Please just keep him safe and the horse will take me far away and then we can-” She’s already on the horse and you don’t know what else to do.

“How many?” You ask, pulling your revolver from your holster and checking how many bullets are in there. It’s still full from this morning.

“I don’t know, maybe six or seven.” She’s whining looking out the open garage door.

“Okay. Okay. Fuck. Okay. Yes. Go. Run Ellie don’t fucking stop please don’t stop. Run and get as far away from here as you can. Run until the horse won’t fucking go anymore.” You’re pleading with her. She looks down at you with fear in her eyes again. “We’ll come for you. I promise Ellie no matter what happens we will come for you.”

You slap the horse's ass and she takes off.

Shit shit shit shit shit. You shut the garage door as fast as you can and run inside. Fuck. Everything inside of you is shaking. You need a knife. They’re probably in pairs. You can fucking do something, right? Ambush them, something. Fuck. You’re by Joel’s side now and you’re crying.

“Please wake up. P-Please wake up. I’m so fucking scared right now.” Your head turns to the door leading down to the basement. You forgot to shut it. “Joel!” You exclaim and his eyes open just a little. “Joel, they're coming, you need to w-wake up.” You leave your revolver on his chest and grab the knife off his belt and run upstairs. You get to the top step and you peek around the corner. You never shut the front fucking door when you ran inside like a dumb fucking idiot.

You step up into the hallway that leads down to the front door and as you go to shut it you see someone step right outside, looking in at you from the screen door.

It makes you jump and he’s got the door open before you can shut and lock the big wooden door in your hands. He pushes back against it with force and you stumble back two or three steps and he opens the door fully. His boots thump loudly on the ground.

“No. You fucking stay away from me or I’ll cut your fucking throat.” You warn him, holding up the knife. The man in the hat with the long beard and hunting overalls takes a couple more steps towards you. He’s holding a hunting rifle across his chest.

“Oh baby. My brother’s right outside. He’ll be in before you know it. Then that knife won’t mean shit.” The man grins at you. You go to reach for your revolver but it’s fucking downstairs on Joel’s chest. “Aw, you lose somethin’ important?” His grin widens and he’s got dirty yellow teeth, almost brown.

“Your brother as ugly as you are? If so, damn, I’d hate to see your mommy.” You frown at him. “Unless daddy is the ugly one.” You sass him, looking him up and down.

“Oh you got a mouth on ya, huh?” The man finally smiles and nods at you. “Love a cunt with a mouth.” His smile drops and he starts coming at you with force. You hold the knife close to you and as he gets close you swing it around and try to connect with his ribs. He holds his arm out and tries to catch your wrist but he misses and you end up slashing across his chest. “Fuckin’ dumb bitch.” He growls.

“You sound like my daddy.” You smirk and he lunges at you, pinning your arm with the knife between you and him. You still try and wave it around wildly and can feel it slashing and cutting at your own stomach so you stop. “Fuc-” All the air in your body leaves. All the air that was about to enter your body suddenly has somewhere else to be. You don’t even remember past air that you have breathed before. The man knocked you to the ground and he’s on top of you.

“You’re gonna get it from both of us.” He snarls in your ear. “Gonna fuck you all night long then bring you back to all the other hungry men that we know. Let them all have their way with you. Just like the girl. She yours? She your little one? We caught her. We’re all gonna rape her.” The man whispers now. “Gonna rape your daughter.” He sings it to you now sweetly like it’s a tune on the radio.

You’re fighting with everything inside of you. Your boots slam on the floor under you, attempting to push your hips up to knock him off of you but he’s got his whole weight on top of you and the rifle pressed across your chest. You feel him start rocking his hips against yours and everytime he does the blade of the knife digs deeper into the soft flesh of your belly. You start to scream but one of his dirt stained hands stops you.

You see his brother walk downstairs and that's when real fear starts to hit you. Joel is going to die.

“Ohh no. You gotta be quiet. You have to be quiet. You don’t wanna get me too excited now. I love when they fight back. It’s my favorite. You’ll embarrass me. Make me come too quick. We don’t want that now do we?”

There is no way this is happening. You were tucked away safely in your little cabin in the woods when the guy you were fucking invited you to escort a young lady to Salt Lake. Now you’re about to be passed around and watch Ellie suffer while Joel dies in a basement. What the fuck. You start to cry because this is not really happening. No fucking way. You clench your eyes shut.

His hips start moving with meaning and the knife just digs in deeper and deeper. It’s pressed sideways, not stabbing into you, but with every movement it’s cutting into you like a saw. You whimper in pain and fear and acceptance that you’re probably going to die. The guy on top of you is dry humping you and there’s nothing you can do about it. You keep trying to push up with your hips to move him, despite the pain, despite the blade. You don’t want to die like this.

“Just gotta wait for my brother to get up her–” His voice and his weight is torn from on top of you and your eyes shoot open and Joel is standing there, holding the man by the back of the neck with your gun to his head.

“Let’s go.” Joel growls. You jump up and grab the rifle from the man and hold it close to your chest. You follow them as he leads the man into the front room. There is snow piled up in front of one of the open windows. You hold the rifle to him as Joel sits him down in a chair. “Your brother is in really bad shape downstairs. I’m gonna go get him. I need you to stay here.” Joel brings the butt of the revolver down hard on the front of the man's skull and you wince, watching him go limp.

“What are you doing?” You ask as Joel walks past you. “Where are you going?”

“Were you not listening?”Joel grunts as he makes his way into the basement. “Stay!” He exclaims. “Don’t take that fucking gun off him for nothing, do you hear me?” He demands you the way you tried to demand Ellie to stay put earlier. You nod and turn the gun back to the unconscious man in the chair.

Joel is struggling bringing that man's brother up the stairs. You can hear him grunting and you just know you’re going to have to restitch him. You hear a loud bang, like something or someone fell into the wall at the top of the stairs. You hope it’s the man’s brother. Joel drags the across the room by his feet. He’s got duct tape around his wrist.

“Okay.” Joel sighs, he used an entire roll of duct tape to tape them up. Once they were nice and secure Joel took the hunting rifle from you. “Where is she?” He asked, he was angry.

“She took off with one of the horses. Tried to distract them away from us long enough that I could get you on the other horse and meet up with her.” You try to explain but Joel clenches his jaw.

“You let her go alone?” He yells at you.

“What did you want me to do? Leave you!? She’s got my gun and the horse. You were fucking knocked out! ” You yell back at him. You knew he was going to be mad at you. “It was her fucking idea! I didn’t know what else to do, okay!? I just wanted you to be safe and get her the fuck out of here.”

“Go outside. Make sure no one else gets close to this house. You shoot whoever walks up near here unless it’s Ellie.” He gives you the hunting rifle. Okay Joel. Fuck you, too. You’ll go outside and walk back to fucking Jackson. Almost died trying to protect him. Protect the girl. Fuck him.

You take the rifle from him and as his hand leaves it he snakes it around the back of your neck and pulls your forehead to his lips. He holds you there for such a long time. It feels so good because he’s warm and has a fever, also because it’s nice to know he doesn’t hate you.

“Go. Eyes peeled.” You wait outside for him.

You hear everything from the open window. Joel is asking them where Ellie would be. The men admitted to him they had captured her after Joel shoved a knife behind one of the mens knee caps. You heard him do it and then explain he was going to “pop it off’. The sound the knife made when it left his knee was something you’ll never forget. The sound the man made too.

“What were you gonna do to the lady once your brother got upstairs, huh?” Joel speaks quieter now but not quietly enough that you can’t hear him.

“Nothin’ man. I promise. Nothin’ we were just going to bring her back to the town.” The man sounds so nervous. You would look if you weren’t afraid of Joel doing the same thing to you.

“That's why you were already halfway done when I ripped you off her?” Joel shouts. It makes you jump and there's a commotion inside. It sounds like someone fell. Someone’s being beaten. Someone else is screaming bloody murder. You run inside to make sure that Joel is okay but you’re greeted with the sight of him towering over the man he had taped to the chair, stabbing his knife into his chest repeatedly. His brother, who Joel had taped up and sat down on the bench of a piano.

The man in front of the piano was screaming and crying and you’re terrified watching the scene unfolding before you.

“Make him stop!” The man who wasn’t getting stabbed repeatedly in the chest screamed at you. “We told him where the girl was, make him stop!” The man wailed, watching his brother unable to fight back. Joel ripped the knife out of his chest cavity with a squelch and started towards the other man, looking at you over his shoulder.

“I said outside!” It was shouted at you loudly. You nod and turn; feet shuffling in place for a moment before you ran back outside, not wanting to see what Joel was going to do to him.

You make your way to the garage, looking around to see if anyone else was coming to look for the brothers but you didn't see anyone. The horse in the garage snorts loudly as you pet him. The bitter cold nips at your cheeks and forehead. Your exposed fingers. You stand in front of the garage, waiting for something. You don’t know what exactly.

“When I fucking tell you something, you better fucking list-” Joel’s voice from the front porch makes you whip your head around. It takes you less time for him to step down off the porch to get angry. Spitting and screaming and yelling angry at Joel.

“Shut the fuck up!” You shout, interrupting him. “Shut the fuck up right now. You don’t get to boss me around like I’m fourteen years old. Fuck you.” You spit at him. “I almost died trying to fucking keep you safe, we both did!” You’re holding the rifle close to your chest, your other hand pointing out behind you somewhere in the direction that Ellie could be in. “Don’t fucking yell at me like I’m a little fucking girl! Go, go and find her. By yourself! I'm not staying here. I didn't sign up for this! I’m going home.” You push past him and start back into the house.

Joel grabs you by the upper arm and pulls you back so you’re standing in front of him again. His eyes are so angry. They're so bloodshot like he should still be sleeping. He really should be. He’s not ready to travel, he definitely shouldn’t have been exerting himself so much inside either.

“You stay.” He growls. “You wanna go back? I'll take you after we drop the kid. You’re not going without me, are you fucking thick?” Joel leans in and tries to kiss your forehead again but you pull away. Joel grips you tighter. “I need you.” He whispers now. “I need you to help me get her back. I can’t fucking go get her like this by myself.” His voice has a hint of desperation to it. You look down and see that he’s bleeding through his shirt.

“Fuck.” You whine quietly

“You went into the city by yourself?” Joel needed you to stitch him again, he stayed awake for the whole thing. You gave him another round of antibiotics and you gave him some clean clothes you picked up from the store. Joel shook his head as he pulled the new shirt on carefully. You nod and hand him the new flannel as well. They both fit.

“Yeah. I did.” You look at Joel who is buttoning the flannel. He looks so tired. So worn down. You feel so bad for him. This is all your fault. If you had just stayed with him in the room at the university none of this would have happened.

“You two always wanting to run off by your fucking selves.” Joel grumbles as he sits down on the side of the bed that you and Ellie had slept in. “You okay? You’re covered in blood.” He nods to you and you look down. You haven’t changed your clothes yet at all and you're still covered in his blood.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s yours. I got some new clothes for me and Ellie in the bag.” You sigh and rub your hands down your face. “This is so fucked. What is going on? What are you doing with her? She’s clearly not your daughter and you’re taking her somewhere, right? Tell me what’s going on or I’m out. I’ll take my chances alone on the way back, man, I mean it.” You’re talking quickly, nervously. All you want is some answers and your warm cottage in the woods. What the fuck is going on?

“It’s too difficult to explain right now. I will though, when we get her back, ok?” Joel isn’t telling you the truth. You can hear it in his lying ass voice. You roll your eyes. “You just have to tru-” You chortle and shake your head at him.

“No. I don’t. I don’t have to do anything right now. I want answers. I want you to tell me where you’re taking her and why we couldn’t all just hang out at my house outside the compound. Why is she so important to you? She your niece or something?” Joel shakes his head at you. “Okay. I’m leaving. I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

“She’s fucking immune. I’m taking her to a hospital so they can try and find a cure.” Joel grumbles it out, defeated that you’re serious. Calling his bluff. You think for a long time before you turn around to look at him.

“You’re gonna let them kill her?” You ask in horror. You can’t believe that the man you’ve been fucking is going to help an innocent girl right into her own coffin.

“They’re not going to kill her. They need her DNA.” Joel waves you away with his hand dismissively. “Not gonna kill her, are you stupid?” He scoffs at her like he hadn’t thought about it once. You’re dumbstruck.

“It’s a disease that controls your fucking brain, Joel. If she’s immune, where do you think they’re going to want to look!? Do you think they give a shit about one fucking girl when it comes to the rest of us? Everyone else they could save? They’ve sacrificed so many people already who they claimed to be immune, a teenage girl isn’t going to be high up on their list of people to keep alive.” You’re yelling at him. You can’t believe that those thoughts didn’t go through his mind. Maybe wishful thinking on his part that he’d be able to keep up whatever weird fantasy they were both fulfilling in this journey.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Joel waves again at you, dismissively like you’re stupid and couldn’t ever possibly know what you’re talking about. You smirt at him and nod your head.

“You’re gonna be sorry when you walk her into wherever she wants to get to so bad and they don’t let her come out, Joel. Really fucking sorry you didn’t listen to me. She knows? She knows the people where you're taking her are going to experiment on her?” You go for your bag on the floor and start packing all the things that have spilled out over however many days you’ve been here.

“Yes. She knows.” Joel says quietly, like he’s processing what you just said finally. You nod and grab the hunting rifle that’s leaning against the wall. “Where are you going?”

“To get her, and fucking keep her away from wherever you’re going to take her. They will kill her dude. You don’t get it.” You shake your head and make your way to the stairs.

“If you’re going, I’m coming with you. And she’s going to the hospital so that we can find a c-”

“We won’t ever see a cure in our lifetime, Joel!” You scream it at him. “Probably not in her lifetime either, so why– this girl you’re so attached to– why take her to a place that’s going to hurt her?” You don’t get him at all.

“We’ll go get her. Together. While we’re on the way you can tell me more about why you think they’re going to kill her.”

As you walk, you explain to Joel how your dad used to work for animal control back in Jersey before the outbreak. You tell Joel about how scientists would have to look inside an animal's brain to check for rabies. He explains he knows how they check for rabies. You ask how he would expect them to do any sort of tests or experiments on Ellie for a disease that affects the brain? They need to look at your brain, and you can’t be alive for them to do that. We don't have the equipment now for scans and images. They'd have to kill her, you're sure of it.

Joel says nothing as you walk. What the man on top of you had sang while he dry humped you rings through your head.

“We’re gonna rape your daughter.”

It makes you sick to your stomach. You quicken your pace even though Joel is the one who knows where to go. You don’t care, you want to get there as fast as you can. You think about Ellie and what she’s dealing with all alone with whoever the fuck has her.

“Listen to me,” Joel grabs your face with his hands and makes you look right into his eyes. “Be. Careful. Watch your back. Stay quiet and calm. You get back to me as soon as you can. Check every room in that building, then you come back. If you can’t find her we will go look together.” Joel gives you very clear instructions that feel a little condescending but you’ll explain how calm and cool and collected you stayed while he was stuck like a pig.

“I will.”

The building behind you has smoke coming out of it. Joel tried to insist on coming in with you but you threatened to punch him in his stitches and explained he would just slow you down. You could get in fast and hopefully find her before the building got anymore engulfed in flames.

You run into it, revolver drawn. It’s quiet but you can hear fire crackling down the long hallway. The place must have been a rec center or a nursing home or something. So many rooms and so many places for Ellie to hide.

You don’t have to look in more than three rooms before you hear her–screaming. Crying. She sounds like she’s hurt. You bolt out of the room you were in looking for her and run down the hallway as fast as your feet can carry you.

“Ellie!” You shout as you enter what looks like a dining hall, a giant room with tables and chairs for everyone to gather around and eat meals together. The whole place is engulfed in flames but you don’t see her anywhere. “Ellie!” You shout again and finally as your eyes scan the room you see her, on her knees, slamming her fists into… a man on the ground below her. She has a knife and she’s driving it into every soft part of him she can find.

You run to her; as soon as you put your hand on her back she brings the blade back down into your calf. The knife sinks into the muscle and it sets fire to your brain. Shooting electric, white hot pain in your calf, unlike anything you've ever felt in your entire life.

“Fucking cunt bitch! Fuck!” You scream and push her away from you. She rips the knife from your calf, it makes you scream again in pain and you drop to your knees. “Ellie it’s just me.” You choke it out through sobs of pain. But she’s back to stabbing the man below you.

You push yourself up to your feet again despite your leg telling you to lay down and die in this fire. Waiting until her arms are down to her sides you lunge forward and you wrap your arms around her. She screams and tries to fight you, she pushes back with her legs and sends you both tumbling back to the ground. She’s on top of you but you have her pinned and are squeezing her tight. The wind got knocked out of you when she landed on your chest and you're wheezing now.

“Ellie, shhhhh, Ellie it’s just me. Me and Joel. Shhhh Joel is here, he’s okay.” You try to wheeze calmly in her ear but she’s still fighting you. She cuts your outer thigh with the blade as she slashes around. “Ellie! Joel is outside!” You scream now and something about your voice or what you just said calms her. She goes limp in your arms and is sobbing now, just shaking and weeping. You let her go and roll her to her side. She goes fetal.

You grab her but now your entire leg is on fire. Your calf is bleeding so bad you can feel the pool of blood in your boots pooling up around your sock with every step you take. The slices on your thigh are deep but not stab wounds but they still fucking hurt. She lets you pull her to her feet. Ellie takes off, starts to quickly head for the exit but you can’t move as fast as she can. You're moving slow, having to hold on to the backs of chairs and tables to move along the dining hall. The flames are getting bigger and hotter and now you're starting to sweat. Ellie notices, she comes back for you and puts her arm around your waist. You lip out of the burning building as quickly as you can. The smoke is so much thicker now than it was when you came in. You’re almost choking.

Once outside your hands and knees hit the snow. You can’t help it, everything in your right leg is absolutely screaming at you to stop. Ellie tries to help you up, screaming words of encouragement to you through sobs. You’re crawling along the ground, trying to get away from the building, from the smoke but it’s slow going. You can barely move your leg. Smoke pours out of the open door behind you and you can hear the structure start to creak and groan.

“Please come on. We have to go. Please come on.” Ellie cries softly. She’s in front of you, pulling you by the shoulders of your jacket, away from the building. You move your arms and your one good leg to try and help her pull you away. She's yanking on your jacket as hard as she can, dragging you into the snow.

You lay on the white snow as she falls down in front of you. Ellie is content with how much distance you two have put between yourself and the fiery hell behind you. You’re panting, face in the snow, you don’t care. You curl your fingers in the white powder as you close your eyes. You could die here, right now. It'd be okay. It’s pretty here. Very pretty. Lots of trees. Like the woods kind of. Like where your cabin used to be. You think you are dying. You've never felt weak like this before. Or so tired.

There’s a hand on your back and you’re fighting for your life again, someone's got you. Someone's coming to get you, rape you and make you watch as they kill Ellie slowly and burn Joel on the stake. You're scrambling, trying to get to your feet, crawl away, anything. Just move. The only thought in your head is to move. Get away. Ellie is in front of you with her hands on your cheeks, shhing you. Trying to calm you. You rest your head in her hands and sigh softly.

“It’s Joel. He’s gonna help you.” She whispers in your ear. You let Joel get you to your feet. You can only hop on one foot. You stumble and trip but Joel stays glued to your side.

Joel has your pants off inspecting all of the wounds you received or inflicted upon yourself today. The worse one by far is where Ellie stabbed you in the calf. She sank it fully into you. She apologized so much as you guys made your way back to the house you had been sleeping at. Ellie and Joel packed up everything while you sat in the living room staring at the two dead men. Joel moved you three to another house two streets over. Ellie was in a bedroom down the hall asleep already.

“How’d you get these?” He asked as he cleaned the cuts and slashes on your stomach. You chuckle at him and lean against the headboard.

“Did it myself when that asshole was on top of me.” You laugh quietly. “Thought I could cut him but I ended up just cutting myself.” Joel smirks at you and then frowns. He’s got something he wants to say but he’s stopping himself. You let him bandage you, without pushing it. Why push something you don’t really want to hear.

“Sorry for bringing you out here.” Joel finally sighs. “I never should have asked you to come.”

There it is.

Not exactly what you wanted to hear but it’s fine. A thank you would have been nice. A good job. You did good, girl. He gives you nothing. You chew at the inside of your lip and think about Ellie. What will happen to her if Joel says you should go back to Jackson? She dies. That’s what happens and you’ll never forgive yourself.

“I’m staying. Whether you like it or not. And in the morning I’m telling her what those doctors might do to her. I’ll do that even if you try to stop me.” You look at him very seriously as he pressed gauze to your stomach. He starts to tape it to your skin as you speak to him. “I don’t care. I’m gonna tell her. She deserves to know.” You continue to watch him as his hand slide down your stomach to your exposed mound.

“Oh I’m not going to try to stop you.” Joel whispers. “I’ll let her decide. You have a point. Spread’em.” He tilts his head to one side as his fingers slide down into your folds. You obey mindlessly, spreading your legs slowly. “You can be the good girl…this time.” He smirks at you and slides the two fingers into your entrance. Your jaw drops open as he curls them upwards. “Yeah, you’re a good girl.” He whispers. “C’mere crybaby.”

You lean forward and Joel meets you halfway, exhaling loudly against you as your lips touch. It’s perfect. His tongue slipping into your mouth while he furls and unfurls his fingers against your g-spot slowly. One of your hands wraps around the back of his neck, holding you up to him as he leans between your legs. You part your lips and let his eager tongue start exploring your mouth. How did you go from scolding him and being mad at him while he cleaned and bandaged you, to now letting him get you off with his fingers?

“When I’m done, you can ride it, if your legs are strong enough.” Joel whispers into your mouth. “I want you to. Wanna see you naked. Touch you.” His tongue slides back into your mouth as his fingers strum against your spot. “Wanna see you come on top of me.” He’s still whispering gruffly into your mouth, speaking around the delight filled gasps of pleasure as he strokes one out with each curl of his fingers.

It would feel so nice to have him inside you. The feeling he’s giving you right now is numbing the pain in your leg. You nod and he kisses you again, long open mouthed kisses that leave you wanting more when he pulls away.

“You wanna come?” Joel whispers again, moving his fingers quicker inside of you. “I’ll let you. I’d let you do whatever you want tonight for taking such good care of me. For keeping her safe.” He murmurs again. Joel is moving his fingers with such grace inside you. Each movement presses or grazes something inside you that draws a moan from your throat. You hush them, but you don’t hold back. “Yeah, lemme hear you. Little bird, pretty girl, lemme hear you moan.” He’s kissing you as he speaks. You can barely think let alone kiss him back.

It’s building, you can feel it deep in your belly. Your hips start to rock against his hand. Something about the way he’s talking to you is making your head spin.

“I do wanna come.” You whimper, your feet locking onto the bed, and pushing your hips up into his fingers. You don’t care that your leg is on fire, his fingers feel too fucking good. “Yes. Yes, please don’t stop.” You beg him quietly. You clench your eyes shut and your walls start to tighten around him. “Please please.” It’s said mindlessly because he isn’t stopping, and didn’t have any plans to until you came.

Thing you don’t know about Joel is, you coming is his favorite thing. It’s why he became so enamored with you after your first meeting. He’s never met anyone who can do what you do. Not come the way you do. The way you gush against him. He had heard stories, from Tommy and other guy friends he had before the outbreak but you’re the first and only one he’s ever been with. Joel loves when you come.

That feeling; pressure in your belly and in between your legs is about to spill over the edge. You can feel it. You let your head fall back against the pillows again. Your hand falls from the back of Joel’s neck and you grip the sheets below you. Your back arches and your walls clenched tightly.

“Oh fuck.” You pant. “Oh Joel, yes.” It’s so breathless as he draws the orgasm out of you with his fingers. It’s light behind your eyes and breath hitching in your chest. All the good feelings you could ever have are flowing through you right now and they’re all because of Joel’s fingers. You give him exactly what he’s waiting for as he continues to move his fingers through your orgasm. The gushing. He can watch it from here, see it happen as it splashes out against his palm and wrist. It soaks the blankets below you

“That’s a good girl.” Joel smiles, looking up at your face now. His fingers are still working inside of you. “You wanna sit on it? You want me to fill you up?” Your eyes snap open and Joel’s nodding at you. “I will. I’ll fill that pretty pussy all night long if you want me to.” He’s cooing at you, his fingers finally withdrawing from you. He laps up everything you’ve given him this time. He doesn’t even offer you his fingers like always.

You watch as he stands up and undoes his belt. His pants fall to the floor and he very carefully crawls over you. This bed is big enough for the both of you. Unlike the mattress on the floor in the basement at the other house. Joel sits up in bed and pulls his shirt off carefully. You see his bandages. He’s bled through them but not terribly. Joel turns to you and takes your shirt off after you’ve sat up. Now, besides your bandages you’re both naked.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” Joel pants out in between more long kisses. Tongues swirling as he gropes your breasts with his strong, calloused carpenter hands. “Such a pretty little crybaby. C’mere. Come sit on it. I gotta be inside you.” He breaks the kiss and lays back on the bed.

You’re unsure how you’re going to do this. Now that you’re not orgasming, your leg does hurt again.

“I’m not gonna be able to do anything up here. I’ll just be scooching. I can’t bounce!” You look down at him as you test sitting on your knees.

“ Crybaby . Scooch on me. I’ll come. You’ll come. We’ll sleep.” Joel’s hands are on your waist as you straddle him. He moves one hand between you two and keeps himself standing straight up as you move the head of him across your slit, trying to line him up with your entrance. Joel’s never let you be on top before. You’ve never really had time like this. You feel him slip inside of you and you sink down into his lap. You can watch how his jaw falls open a little this time. You feel so full like this. You relax and sink down a little further and now you’re both staring at each other, slackjaw.

“Fuck. Good girl.” Joel places his hand back on your waist and starts to slide you back and forth. “Yeah, just like that.” His head falls back as you lean back, supporting yourself on his thighs. “Move those hips, little bird.” He coos at you as you begin to roll your hips back and forth against him. “The best sluttiest fuckin’ pussy I ever had.”

You close your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and pain as you feel him move against every inch of your pussy.

“Jesus Christ.” You whisper, your own head falls back as he pushes his hips up into yours. “Yes. Do it again.” You hold yourself still and quickly, Joel hammers himself into you from below. Nothing comes out of your open mouth, you’re just frozen on top of him. He sheathes himself to the hilt every time and groans loudly.

“Fuck little bird, that pussy is so fucking perfect.” He’s panting softly after exerting himself. You go back to rocking yourself against him, hips gyrating slowly. “You want it, really? Come inside that slutty little cunt?” You nod, everything he’s saying sounds so fucking good. You’re close to another orgasm and he can tell the way you’re clenching down around him with your pussy.

Joel’s ready, he wants to feel you come on him first before he lets go. But with this angle he can see himself sliding in and out of you, your slickness is coating both of you and it’s making his legs shake softly.

“P-please, lil crybaby.” Joel moans softly. “Lemme fill you up.” He’s begging you. He’s never done that. You don't know if he’s ever said the word please to you either but you’ll think about it later. You’re going to cum again. Joel grips your waist tighter as he feels you getting ready. Your hands grip his thighs tighter, your walls clench around him. “Oh fuck. Yes. Come on me, baby. Come on this cock you filthy little slut.” Joel growls as he begins pumping inside of you. You feel it with every throb of his cock.

It sends you over the edge, knowing he’s coming inside you. You come again, all over his lower stomach as you sink yourself down into his lap and ungulate your hips back and forth, his cock rubs and grazes across your g-spot with each movement. It makes you shiver and moan his name softly as your hands move up to his chest.

Joel’s hands are still on your hips, holding you down onto him as he gives you the last of him. You know he’s finished when he shudders underneath you and lets his head fully relax on the pillows below him.

“Joel.” You whisper down to him in his post-coital bliss. He responds with a throaty humm, his eyes closed. “I’m stuck up here.” Sure are. Your leg is on fire and you’re cramped up and don’t know how to get down. Joel opens one eye and smirks. He holds you firmly under the breasts and sits up carefully due to his own wound and gives you a small kiss before he lifts you so you can swing one leg over him.

“Crybaby.” Joel teases you as you crawl onto the bed. It’s so cold but you know he’ll be warm and he’s laid out his sleeping bag on top of the bed and now he’s zipping yours together with his to make one big sleeper. You smirk and snuggle in as he gets behind you. “My crybaby. Don’t you forget it. Forget about going back to Jackson. You stay here. With me. Got it? Don’t say dumb shit.” He’s growling as you fall asleep.

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