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third time's a charm. l Joel Miller

bio : you tried three times to tell him that your lives would change.

request from: @kellyxo1

warnings: angst, sadness, tears, pregnancy, argument, Benji shows up, Tommy, Ellie, Shane; happy ending, I guess

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You weren't sure what you were feeling, what you were thinking. Your mind was completely blank as you held the pregnancy test in your cold hands. This was the third positive result. Maybe they were all bad? They were old, after all. But you couldn't lie to yourself any longer – morning sickness, missed periods, increased sleepiness. These symptoms were obvious.

You were pregnant.

After five years in Jackson, life had calmed down considerably for you, Joel, and Ellie. The safety of the city, solid meals, and restful sleep gave you a sense of normalcy. That wasn't a bad thing. You loved Joel. Your life was peaceful and flowed at its own pace. But you weren't trying to expand your family.

Joel often complained about getting older, about his back and knees hurting. But all those aches and pains disappeared when he took you in his arms, kissed you, and caressed you as you made love.

But life had other plans for you.

You watched as Joel patiently showed Benji a map of Jackson and the surrounding area. Their fingers glided across the paper, describing every location, every detail.

"Here are the walls, and here?" he said, pointing to the building.

"Hospital!" Benji said cheerfully, recognizing the symbol.

"Good job," his uncle praised him, and you smiled over your cup of tea. "Will you show me where your house is?"

The boy's sharp eyes began to read the map with interest, trying to find his home while Joel glanced at you.

"You seem worried about something, honey," he observed, looking at you over his glasses. "Is everything okay?"

You nodded slightly. "Yes, I'm just... thinking."

"Something nice?" The corner of his mouth quirked up.

"About how good you look with Benji," you replied, setting down your cup. "You're taking great care of him."

Joel chuckled. "Easy if you can get him interested. Right, kid?"

Benji nodded vigorously, but you weren't sure he was even listening, he was so focused.

Maybe this was the right time to tell Joel about the pregnancy? You thought about it, trying to figure out how to tell him. But as soon as you opened your mouth, your heart pounding, you heard heavy footsteps in the hallway, and a moment later, Tommy appeared in the doorway.

"Do you know if I can find my son here?" he asked, and a moment later, Benji's shout echoed through the office.

"Daddy!"

The boy slid off Joel's lap and ran around the desk, leaping into his father's arms. Tommy easily lifted him and kissed his temple.

"I hope he wasn't too tiring for you," he said, watching Joel lean back in his chair.

"Never," he replied. "We were reading the map."

"Practical skills, huh?" Tommy laughed, then turned to you. "Maria wants me to remind you about the party tonight. And to bring that grumpy old man with you."

"I'll try." You glanced at Joel as he rolled his eyes.

You knew he'd rather stay home, but at the same time, he knew perfectly well how much you enjoyed these kinds of parties. So he wanted to tease you a little before you went.

Music filled the room, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the Jackson residents. Your hands rested on Joel's neck, your fingers playing with his hair, which fell down his back. It was pleasant, even romantic. You danced, as did many people around you, though you felt as if you and Joel were in your own bubble.

His solid body was close to yours, and his strong hands rested on your hips. Closeness was something Joel had always craved, and you were the best at fulfilling that need.

"You're still thinking about something," he said, brushing his rough cheek against yours. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothing," you replied.

"It's not nothing if you're still thinking about it," Joel observed, tenderly brushing his lips against your temple. "Tell me, please."

You took a deep breath. "It's just..."

The sudden noise faded. You looked around, and after a moment, you heard the voices of Dina, Ellie, and Seth. A shiver ran down your spine, but you didn't even have time to look at Joel before he was gone. He reacted like any loving father would. Just like the man you loved would react. Even though he and Ellie hadn't been getting along very well lately, that didn't change anything.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” the girl screamed, and you caught Joel’s eye. He was hurt, broken.

He walked away before you could get to him, leaving you confused.

You spotted him sitting on the porch with his guitar. Faint notes drifted to the gate. Joel looked like a broken man, which hurt your heart even more.

“Hi,” you said quietly, stepping onto the porch. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered hoarsely. “I shouldn’t have left you like that. I was…”

“Don’t worry,” you interrupted calmly. “It was… intense.”

“Yes.”

You bowed your head, trying to gather the courage to tell him what was so important to both of you. Maybe you hoped it would help him, maybe you wanted to finally not be alone in all of this. Joel's fingers plucked the guitar strings again, and the familiar sounds echoed in the darkness.

"I'm pregnant."

Your words cut through the silence like a knife. The music faded.

"I'm pregnant, Joel. And I'm so scared, but..." Your voice trembled, and your throat tightened. "I'm happy about it. I've been waiting for the right time to tell you, and this is definitely not it, but I couldn't wait any longer. We're having a baby, Joel. Please say something."

But he didn't speak. His gaze was fixed on the darkness beyond the porch, his chest rising and falling steadily, but he didn't say a word. Tears welled in your eyes. You couldn't stay there any longer. Hearing approaching footsteps and guessing it was Ellie, you stepped into the house, closing the door behind you. Your heart was breaking into pieces, and the tears brought no relief.

Yes, you were angry. But not just at Joel, but also at yourself, the world, and everything that was happening. Emotions were raging inside you, and for your own safety and the safety of others, you decided to avoid Joel. It wasn't hard, because he was clearly avoiding you too. He went to bed when you were asleep and got up first. You didn't try to change that.

Just a few days later, the door to your house slammed shut earlier than you expected. You were making dinner and hadn't expected Joel and Ellie to arrive so early.

But heavy, familiar footsteps headed toward the kitchen, and soon you heard his voice.

"Hi, honey."

The sweet nickname fell quieter, as if Joel wasn't sure he could still call you that.

"Dinner's in about an hour," you said, not even turning to look at him. You weren't sure how you'd feel when you looked at him.

"I...I wanted to apologize," he replied. You tightened your grip on the knife. "Are you sure you're..."

"Pregnant?" you finished for him. "Yes, I am. And don't worry, I won't force you to do anything if you don't want to."

Silence fell. It took a moment before you heard his voice again.

"I'm sorry, honey. I failed." You put the knife down and covered your mouth with your hand to hold back a sob. "You came to me so vulnerable, so fragile, and I acted like an asshole. It hit me like a wall."

"Me too," you replied with difficulty. "I tried to tell you that, but I couldn't. And when I finally did... Damn. I didn't plan this either, Joel."

Within a few steps, he was at your side. His hands wrapped around your shoulders and he turned you toward him. You saw his eyes—full of pain and concern. "I love you. I love you so much, and yet I hurt you. I'm sorry," he whispered. "I was scared, I still am. But I didn't think about how scared you must be. I don't want to let you and the baby down." He took a deep breath and added quietly, "But I think that's what I'm doing."

"I didn't plan on getting pregnant. But I've accepted it," you replied, placing your hands on his chest. "It's a big change. And I'm still scared."

"You're not alone in this, my love. I won't let that happen." He cupped your face in his hands. "You're one of the most important people in my life. I love you with all my heart, and I won't let you be alone in this."

"Joel..." Your voice broke, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

Joel wiped them away with his thumbs, then let you snuggle into his chest. He stroked your hair, whispering soothing words in your ear. "I'm with you, I always will be. And this baby is incredibly lucky to have a mother like you. We'll get through anything, my love. Together."

"Are you sure?" you sobbed. "Do you want this?"

He pulled away and looked into your eyes. "I'm sure I want everything with you. And we'll walk this path together."

"I love you..."

"I know. And you don't even know how much I love you, sweetheart."

He kissed you, sweet and gentle, and you knew everything would be alright. With Joel by your side, you knew nothing could stop you. Whatever was coming, you were ready for it. Together.

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joelmillersonlyprincess · 10 days ago

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To be loved

Chapter 2: Rewriting history

Joel Miller X fem!OC

What if Joel lived through what Abby did to him?How would he and his little family navigate life.

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Disclaimer: This is a fix it fic staring from season two ep two. If you sympathize with Abby I suggest you don't read further. I respect that some people do. And this is definitely not the fic for you if you do.

Warnings: swearing,multiple character death,guns, actual guns going off, pregnancy, smut in later chapters)

Word count: 3000+

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Joel dropped to the ground instantaneously, blinding white hot pain coursed through his body. His first instinct was to grab ahold of his knee, as if it was going to do something other than to slow the bleeding of his now shattered knee cap. Mel looked away, sick to her stomach at the scene unfolding. But this was what she signed up for.

To kill a man for something he had done in the past. Perhaps she didnt expect it to happen this way? Maybe she didnt expect to have an audience that was awake. Loved ones having to forcefully watch as someone they cared for was now being ripped from them. The woman, bound and gagged on the floor mere feet away now had tears streaming down her face. She had been the one to scream when the first shot was fired. Now it didnt seem so-

“ tourniquet him. “ Abby's voice broke her train of thought instantaneously with a statement she most definitely wanted no part of. Yet, had no choice. Mel was their only trained or somewhat trained doctor after all.

“ No, Abby please.. “

“ Mel, let's just do what we came to do “ THe man Owen now spoke over her, in his mind there was no use arguing with Abby. This had to be done, there was no other way. In his mind, Abby was the only one who could choose how to proceed, they should follow her.

Reluctantly, Mel unbuckled her belt and slid it out from the loops of her jeans. She hated Abby for this right now, hated Owen as well for this. Yet, she was still following the orders she was given as she moved to crouch down alongside Joel. Looping her belt just above his knee and pulling with all her strength.

Joel is screaming now, the pain almost unbearable and yet this tourniquet prolonged his life for now. Mel excused herself from his side the moment it was secure, giving Abby the moment to approach and crouch down beside him. It was almost as if she was observing him now. Get a feel for how things were going to unfold just based on his reaction. Joel wasn't too keen on giving her any sort of reaction she wanted.

“ You're tough.I guess you probably have to be, killing all those people.Do you know how many you killed that day? “ Abby's stare never left Joel's face, she had to see if he remembered, if he knew what she was talking about. She wanted him to know what this was all about before she was to torture him, to kill him.

“ Did you count as you went, or...I guess maybe it just didn't matter? “ Silence, dead silence from Joel as she spoke. She wanted the floor after all. Interrupting her would really get them nowhere. Not even Emori struggling against her bindings in the background would knock her out of her concentration. Abby wanted to savor this, that much was for sure.

“ Eighteen soldiers..And one doctor.You remember that one.” Abby tilts her head, elbow pressing into her leg as she kneeled a little closer to him. Joel's body shaking slightly, something that couldn't be helped considering the unmeasurable announcement of pain coursing through him. “ An unarmed doctor you shot in the head.” The realization dawns on Joel's face. Something no one would have been able to hide. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday and not five long years ago. The man was going to kill Ellie for something he could never accomplish. Being a completely inexperienced doctor he couldn't even begin to concoct a cure for the world.

“ Yeah…That was my dad.” A tear ran down her cheek as she was filled with emotions from the memories, having to recall everything she had seen and was told about that day, “ Guess you probably already figured. “

“The nurses said you barely even looked at him when you pulled the trigger.And then, you just walked right past his body and out the door. “ Abby was speaking to him in detail, things Joel already knew but wasn't at all for his benefit. “ But I looked at him….I saw him. “

“ I was 19. “ The others around him looked at joel in disgust and yet, couldn't even look the man in the eye knowing what was to come. To afraid to own up to what they where a part of. Or rather what they where about to be a part of.

“ I've been in a militia for five years now. “ Abby was trying to hold back her own emotions, her tears that threatened to spill over. Soon enough, everyone that cared for Joel would feel that same heart beat she had felt all those years ago. “... Seattle. I'd warn you not to go there, but.. little chance of that.” Abby seemed smug now, as if she was going over points in her life after that. To give him a story as to how it all led up to this moment

“ Anyway, our commander trained us to follow a code..We don't kill people that can't defend themselves. “ A sharp inhale fell from her lips as she now reached her hand out to Joel's brow, thumb brushing the sweat from along his forehead as if she really cared about that. “ And right now… “ A sick and twisted smirk fell upon Abby's feature, her hand pulling away from him now, “ that's you.. “. Another pause from her as she took a moment to really let it all sink in. “... But I am going to kill you. “

“ Because it doesn't matter if you have a code like me, or you're a lawless piece of sh¡t like you. “ As Abby spoke now her face flushed red, getting angrier, more upset as she made sure to speak without her voice breaking. Keep her tears at bay.

“ There are just some things… “ Abby swallows it all now. Things where coming to a head, quite literally. Now, she could really get started. “....everyone agrees are just fսcking wrong. “ Joel could only stare back at her, no words, not even a sound. Why entertain what she wanted after all? Why give that satisfaction?

Having to look away as her throat tightened with emotion, Abby's eye caught the attention of something, metal, shiny, before looking back at Joel with a clear plan now. Wiping her wet cheek with the side of her hand she sighed. Standing now she moved towards the set of golf clubs leaning against a wall not too far away.Owen, still with his gun trained on Joel in this moment, turned his head to see what she, their leader, was going to do next.

Abby's hand ran along the back of her neck as she seemed to take a very relived sigh “ You know, it's funny. I have waited so long… “

“ Oh, just shut the fսck up and do it already! “ Joel's strained voice ripped through her sentence. Not allowing her the chance to finish her little speech. If he was going to die then he most definitely didnt want to hear her drone on, hear her ramble about what her plan was and how she wanted to watch him die a slow and painful death.

An eyebrow rose as her mouth hung open for a moment, fingers lightly gliding over the metal of a golf club as she now sighed. Gripping the handle of one she pulled the club out slowly, sliding it from one hand into the other as she observed the object, soon to be a weapon. Twirling it within her grasp Abby turned back around now speaking up again. “ You... “ Her hands gripped the metal harsher now as she approached. “ stupid... old man.. “ Abby was now in front of him, knuckles white as she looked down on him. “ You don't get to rush this “ The golf club came down on his knee hard as a strangled scream ripped from Joel's throat, toppling over onto his side from his sitting position. A second hit came almost immediately, violently as Abby put all her strength into each one. Only to be followed by more screams from Joel.

Emori screamed in protest, everything muffled by the gag that had been tied around her head. Even as she was trying to plead, begging for it to stop, no one really could understand what she was saying. Not that anyone would care. They weren't here for her, they were here for Joel. To kill Joel, take out the one thing in her life that actually gave it meaning, the love of her life. The third time that club came down she heard Joel's screams,followed by whimpers of absolute agony. Agony that she could not stand to see. Emori couldn't lose him, couldn't stand it.

Not when he still had yet to meet their unborn child. Not when they still had plans to get married, to live their lives together after all the hardships they had endured in order to get where they were at one. Tears streamed down her face, practically hyperventilating as she struggled against the ties that bound her hands in front of her tightly. Maybe? Maybe she could get to her gun they had tossed aside, it wasn't too far? Would she really risk it all to do that?

What she didnt notice was Dina, who appeared to have a similar idea as her. Slipping in and out of focus she caught sight of her rifle, inching slowly towards it. The injection didnt exactly last as long as they had planned, yet the effects were still messing with her head as she tried her best to focus. It couldn't end this way, it simply could not. Joel was like a father figure to Dina as well. He meant a lot to her, to her friends. Joel really had become a big part of the community even if he didnt see that.

Hit after hit.

Screaming,

Struggling,

sobbing.

It was all starting to blend together,numbingly. Both Dina and Emori heard it all and yet none of the members of Abby's party were paying any attention to them. They were too busy looking away, avoiding facing the reality of it all. It was either that or they were staring directly at the massacre unfolding.

“ You didnt give her enough”

“ fuck you! “

Somewhere in the distance Mel and Manny are arguing about Dina.

Nothing is going right. The storm rages on outside, snow whipping around in tendrils. Almost blinding to the naked eye.

“ Please make her stop. “ voices are muffled now.

“ Abby.. “

“ Abby. “

“Abby. “

Time, so much time seemed to pass by.

Ellie now enters through the front door of the cabin that was left slightly opened. Someone had to have been in a rush not to close it completely upon entering. Down the hall she could hear it,muffled noises, screams, sobs of other people. Carefully Ellie took steady, quiet steps toward the noise, gun out and ready. Calling out for Joel? Emori? Dina? All a bad idea at this moment. It was better to err on the side of caution.

“ Abby! “

Painful moans could be heard from behind the door, Joels, definitely Joels no doubt. Her free hand reached for the door handle. Pulling on it carefully. Turning the door handle just enough as she pulled back in it in order to make no noise. There she saw it, Joel laying on the ground, beaten, bloody and broken. Dina unconscious in the corner and Emori? Her hands were bound and yet, still she was inching towards a gun, her gun that had been tossed aside in the initial interaction.

The second Emori has it within her fingertips adrenaline surges through Ellie and she charges in, gun raised directly at Abby. Manny rushes at Ellie in order to stop her from interfering. Only it never happens, a shot rings off and Manny falls short, collapsing to the ground. The bullet shot from Emori's gun, right into Manny's back. It had to be this way, it just had to be. At that same moment Ellie had gotten a shot off on Abby. Effectively stopping her assault on Joel and any further plans she may have had to continue it. Abby laid there limp on the ground, dead or alive, that was yet to be confirmed. They still had Owen, Mel and Nora to deal with, maybe they should have thought this through better.

“ LEAVE! “ Ellie screams now, gun pointing now at Owen. The only one she had seen with a gun in his hand at that very moment, “ Theres a fuck tun of us coming up that hill and you wont fucking make it out of here alive if you fucking stay here! “ It was a lie, every single word of it. Only one person was coming up that hill. Only one person had been with Ellie on what initially was a standard patrol. He would be there soon, Jesse would be there soon and they could all get out of there alive. For the love of fuck everyone alive.

The remaining three look between one another, as if to contemplate their choices, as if they really had any. Both Ellie and Emori had their guns trained on one of them. So even if they tried anything, most of them couldn't get very far.

They were scrambling now, grabbing their belongings and arguing amongst each other in a rush. None of them could get out of the door fast enough as they fled the cabin. Presumably back to where they came from in the first place. They had a chance at life, at least for now, why would they not take the option?

“ Joel.. Joel baby please.. “

Emori moved herself to Joel's still breathing body as Ellie practically sprinted there. Using her knife to cut the bindings on her hands so the two could carefully handle Joel. A sharp groan fell from his lips the second they touched him. How were they going to move him? How where they going to get him home in order to get him the help he so desperately needed in order to survive. Ellie's sobbing now, overwhelmed and not entirely sure what to do. The beating was over but the fight for Joel's life was far from that.

“ Joel.. you've got to stay with us, we're going to get you home baby please. “ Emori's voice is soft, desperate and choked with sobs as the two move carefully in order to turn him over. In order to transport him back to Jackson properly they had to. Even with his groans and sharp gasps of protest.

“ We're going to get you help, Joel.. “ Ellie's voice came next, reluctantly moving away to get to Dina. Help her, get her up on her feet so they could all get out of there and back home. Jesse came rushing into the scene not long after that, mere minutes, maybe even seconds. The man was shocked at the scene before him, entirely blown away by it all.

“ Jesse!.. Help Emori get Joel loaded up.. We have to get him back to Jackson, NOW! “ Ellie is demanding, no begging him to help them and get a move on as quickly as possible. They had no time to waist, no time for any mistakes. So much so they no one bothered to check and see if Abby was truly dead or not. All that mattered was that she remained there, on that floor. They could always come back and deal with what was left of her later.

Within minutes the group managed to load up onto the three horses that had been left. Rushing home to Jackson as quickly as they could without causing anyone any further injuries than they already had. At least they tried their very best to do so.

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Back in Jackson the walls where down, some half gone but for the most part it still stood. Tommy, Maria, Benji , everyone was still alive after a massive horde of infected had ripped through the town.Joel was now rushed into what was their hospital. A building they had turned into what they needed for medical needs. Doctors, those that were on hand rushed to help, pulling him into the back. Where neither Emori or Ellie could follow. They had to trust that they where going to do their best, for Joel, for them, for their little family and those yet to come.

It didn’t take long for word to reach Tommy, Joel’s brother. Anything he had been doing prior could wait. For now Maria could handle it, when she could Maria would join them. But for now Tommy had to get there immediately. He had to be there for whatever was to happen next. Be there for Ellie, the kid was practically his daughter. For Emori, the woman was soon to be his wife, the mother of his brothers child.

Bursting through those doors, Tommy didn’t stop until he was with them. Immediately going to pull Emori into a hug. Doing the same with Ellie, he didn’t exactly give the kid an option to decline. They both needed it, he needed it. Those two where the only piece he had of his brother currently. Joel just had to pull through this, he had been through worse. None of them could bear to lose him.

“ He’s strong, it’s going to be ok. “ Tommy spoke reassuringly, not just for them. But for himself as well. They couldn’t accept anything less.

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