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tlou!Jesse x latina!reader

synop: Your best friend, Jesse, has noticed your recent change in your behavior. After a close call on patrol, he can’t let you walk away this time.

cw: themes of depression and suicide, apocalyptic death, description of death, near death experience, cussing, and drinking

a/n: my first fic work outside of hockey :D i hope its good. Dina and Jesse never dated in this. Jesse might be ooc for this one, oops I tried! 5.5k words 😵 who knew I could write so much. a bit of a long intro, but trust it's worth it/gets good. I proofread this time hehe

The sun shines over the surrounding mountains exactly as it did the first time you arrive at Jackson's walls. This time, the snow has begun melting on the hillside, the bright green pasture showing through.

It had been well below freezing the night before you arrived. You had been on your own for a couple of months, wandering like a nomad, trying to get south before winter set in.

But the plan didn't always work out. You found a small group holed up in a strip mall. They were weak and exhausted. They tried to convince you to stay, saying that winter was basically here and traveling south would be dangerous.

You'd been done with groups a long time ago—none of them ever lasted. You were always the lone survivor, or left before you had to witness another person get killed.

You pitied them. You camped with them for one night, and that night, the first snowstorm of the season kept you with them longer than you wanted.

With snow piled outside, one of them joked,

"Looks like you're meant to stay."

You were the strongest among them. One of them had been recovering from a sprained ankle; the others were physically and mentally weak. You scavenged for yourself—and, in consequence, for the others as well. You spent two months with them but kept your distance. You nursed one back to health and gave a few pointers to the rest.

At one scavenge, you found alcohol and brought it back. You never drank but thought it would be a nice surprise. They persuaded you to get drunk. If they had one skill, it was persuasion. So, through a drunken ramble, you admitted your birthday was coming up. You didn't know the exact date, but it was around the winter season.

They drunkenly sang happy birthday to you. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps you found comfort amongst the strangers you were slowly getting used to. Your face hurt from smiling and laughing so much that night.

The next morning, everyone slept in. The hangover feeling you never got used to was pounding in your head once you woke up. You quickly thought of making soup for breakfast, but when you looked around the sleeping area, no one was to be seen.

They had disappeared. You were confused, since you were always up before them. The only thing you noticed was a cold plate of breakfast with a note beside it that read, "Happy Birthday!! :)"

You laughed and ate the cold porridge as you walked around the store you had called home for the past few months. You spoke out loud,

"Where are you guys?"

"There better not be a surprise party!"

You scanned every aisle and room, but there was only silence. You peered through the windows and saw multiple footprints in the bright snow leading toward another department store.

You got ready and followed the footprints. You had cleared the store a while ago, finding only home decor and party decorations.

You rushed inside with your gun in hand. You swept the place, checking every aisle—then you saw it. In the back of the store, far away from the window light, streamers and gold confetti spilled all over the floor.

Dread sat in your chest as you approached closer, your eyes caught dark red blood splatter across the floor with the confetti.

Your eyes snapped away as you saw your friends lay frozen with blood pooling from their heads.

Their bodies laid still with a dead clicker beside them. You scan their bodies and notice they had all been bit. One of them had a gun next to their hand, their body propped against the wall and blood splattered right behind their head.

You stood in silence, tears pricking your eyes as you fought the urge to scream. Your eyes caught the aisle where they died in—party decorations scattered everywhere.

That afternoon, you left the strip mall. Through the thick snow and with a heavy backpack, you trekked slowly to anywhere but there.

Some nights, you couldn't sleep at all. Your mind racked through the faces of all the people you had lost. Surviving on little food and sleep, you started to walk at night.

In the pitch black, the only things illuminating the dark world were the stars and the moon. But far in the distance, you weren't sure if your eyesight was deteriorating or if you really saw city lights.

Exhaustion was creeping up on you, but as dawn approached and you neared to the city's walls, you thought of food and possibly a warm bed.

The city was overshadowed by the surrounding mountains, but as you collapsed in front of its gates, you felt the warmth of the sun rising above the white peaks.

The last thing you remembered was people shouting at you. Then you slowly waking up inside a doctor's office, stripped of your clothes and into a medical gown.

You woke up with a woman by your side.

She started off slowly, "You've been out for a while."

"Doctors say you weren't physically hurt but probably exhausted."

"Where am I?" You panicked by the enclosed space with a curtain to your left and a window into the hallway to your right.

"A doctor's office. Specially in our community, Jackson. I'm Maria. I'm in charge of things around here."

She gave you a soft smile before providing more information about Jackson and began asking questions about you. You complied, staying vague on the nitty-gritty details.

"Well our doctor will update you on your healing time but everything looks good so far. Hopefully, if you plan to stay we'll set you up with your own quarters."

You nodded to confirm what she said. She noted how quiet you were—every new comer always was. When she left, a young Asian guy walked in. He paused for a moment and gave you a smile.

He sat at the examination table across from you. You kept your eyes glued to him. He looked everywhere around the room except in your direction.

He broke the silence, "New comer?"

You nodded slowly.

"Me too. Kind of. Just got here less than a month ago."

You stared blankly at him. He cleared his throat,

"It's pretty cool here. I'm here for a checkup and then I can finally work."

You didn't know how to reply.

"I wasn't a talker when I got here either. I'm Jesse."

You replied with your name. You noticed how his eyebrows reacted to you speak.

"Nice to meet you. I hope you like it here too." He gave you a very bright smile, it was uncanny to see after a long time alone.

Before he could say anything else, the doctor walked in and proceeded to give Jesse his checkup. You watched from the sidelines, observing them both.

Of course, you stayed in Jackson. Anybody who had been outside the walls long enough would pray for a place like this. Adapting to your new life was a different story.

Maria kept an eye on you. She noticed you were difficult to adjust. She thought it was because you had been alone most of the time before you got here. She imagined that passing by strangers every day hadn't been easy for you.

So during supper, she sat across from you in the booth pressed against the window, away from people and socialization.

She asked simply, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Like what?"

"Can you eat your dinner with Jesse? He's the young man over-"

"I know Jesse. Why?"

"Well I think he would like a new friend considering both of you arrived here around the same time." She explained with a smile trying to convince you.

You looked over at Jesse and saw him happily socializing with other folks. Not actively looking for a new friend.

"He needs a new friend or me?" You say before taking another spoonful of the hot meal.

"Both of you...but especially you."

You slowly chewed your food as you contemplated what she was asking of you. She stared right back with genuine care in her eyes.

You stood up and grabbed your plate. She quickly said your name to stop you, but she followed your path to where Jesse was siting.

The people at the table looked at you when you sat down next to Jesse. Maria assumed you introduced yourself as Jesse spoke to you and to group. She smiled, hoping Jesse would take you under his wing.

And he did. You followed his footsteps, literally and figuratively. You figured you would put yourself to work like he did. You asked him for guidance even though he needed it too. But he was always a good sport about it. He would always say,

"We can figure it out together."

With your brick wall behavior and his warm personality, it took some time for you to let him into your life. He always made an effort to talk with you about anything and everything, and you would slowly answer.

You remembered the moment when you realized you had finally let him in.

By Jesse's request, he made sure both of you were paired up to do the same jobs. At the beginning, the work was easy mostly stable cleaning. Most of the time, it involved taking care of the horses and their stalls; the least fun part was shoveling their manure.

With warm mornings, the snow would melt and mix with the mud. Rain boots were helpful to keep the mess at bay but were the enemy when it came to slipping easily.

During one shift, Jesse was making small talk again like he always did. He kept rambling about who knows what, and you just nodded your head and hummed every now and then.

He said, "You're not listening are you?"

"I am." You weren't. You had been thinking about how badly you wanted a Walkman to listen to music.

"I swear I need to eat shit for you to listen-" He said, as he carelessly took a step and his foot glided across the the snow-mud-shit mixture sending him to fall into splits before falling hard on his ass and back.

You saw the whole thing happen in slow motion, and without a second thought you giggled.

"Are you really laughing?" He sat up in the mud, his hands spread out in front of him. He gagged at the smell and the cold sensation of the cold mud smeared across his lower back.

Your giggle turned into a silent laughing fit. You hunched over, hiding your amusement.

"I'm sorry-" You started before audibly laughing and feeling your eyes tear up.

Jesse's ear perked up at your laugh. He studied your smile—something he hadn't seen until now. He beamed at your reaction, he feeling honored to be the one who made you that happy.

Your cheeks started to hurt, and you couldn't breathe from laughing so hard. You never noticed that he had been admiring you the entire time.

He finally broke your fit of laughter, "Okay okay...help me up please."

Your laugh stifled, and you wiped away your tears before you noticed his dirty hands.

"No way I'm touching your shit stained hands." You let out another giggle. He scoffed at your lack of help,

"Let me grab your sleeve then."

"You're going to drag me down with you." You read him like a playbook.

He said too plainly, "No I'm not." Both of you stayed in silence before you bursted out in laughter.

"You're a shit liar." You laughed harder at your own joke, and he, still sitting in shit, just shook his head, failing to suppress his laughter.

"Here," With your left hand you grabbed onto the stable wall and with your right arm you motioned him to grab on.

With a loud a sigh, he grabbed on. Your boots slipped towards the stable wall, but he was finally stood on his two feet.

"Thanks." He said with a bright smile as he wiped his shit stained hands on your sleeve.

"Go clean yourself." You say annoyed. It was his turn to laugh as he walked away to get a change of clothes.

As the years passed, you became good friends. Best friends even. A title he bestowed one night, making you cringe at his giddiness.

Both of you quickly climbed the ladder towards leadership in Jackson. Outsiders always labeled your race as rivalry, but you never cared about the leadership role, you just followed wherever he went. Jesse, though, was meant for it. So you supported him and teased him along the way, always coming in close second.

As other community members labeled it a rivalry between you, others gave it a different name. You heard whispers from older folks during the occasional parties. At other times, young girls would directly ask you if you and Jesse were just friends.

You never confronted the elderly to stop taking about y'all and always replied yes to the girls. You tried to not think much about it. Jesse was your friend, and that's all you could afford it to be. Whatever feelings you had accumulated over the years, you kept hidden away.

They were stored away in a deep place to never be talked about, stored among other emotions and memories.

With a strong friend at your side, even Jesse couldn't keep the past in the past.

You stand at the balcony of your house, your warm breath barely visible as the sun breaks through the mountains. It's late winter, early spring. The mornings in Jackson are becoming warmer, yet your demeanor doesn't match the weather.

Your palms stay warm from the hot coffee you bargained for with Joel. You haven't gotten good sleep in weeks. You fall asleep, wake up in the middle of the night, and have been up since then.

Your routine starts when you wake up at four in the morning. You stand on the balcony sipping your black coffee, watching the sun slowly rise. It's one of the few moments throughout the days that makes you feel something.

You prep the horses for patrol, considering everyone is still waking up. You were scheduled with Jesse, like always. You pet Jesse's horse as he comes up behind you,

"Trying to take my leadership role?"

You scoff, "Just woke up early today."

"And every day the past week." He finishes your sentence, showing he knows about your recent sleep habits.

You stay silent, continuing to pet the chestnut-colored horse.

"Will you be okay to be on patrol?" He joins you petting his animal companion.

"I'll be fine Jesse." You say simply with a flat smile. You pet your horse before mounting her.

"I'll get you melatonin or some special tea. I'm sure someone here has something to help."

You mutter an inaudible thanks before heading towards the main gate. Jesse follows in pursuit.

His gaze lingers on the back your of head the whole ride to your scheduled run. He notices the change in your behavior and subtly mentions it every now and then to check in, to let you know he cares. He knows you're never one to explicitly ask for help or share your troubles. If there was one thing he 'hates' about you, it's that.

Everything else about you, he adores and has been in love with since the first time he shared a laugh with you. You're stubborn, and even that he loves. But when you distance yourself like this, he wants to break down the barrier you set and ask what's wrong so he can fix it. His friend's problems are his—especially the girl he's in love with.

Once you arrive at the assigned building, he checks in again,

"You know I'm always here for you right? Always."

It pains you to know he knows something is wrong. Not physical pain, but more embarrassment.

"I know." You whisper avoiding his eyes.

You hear him sigh as you enter the dark and decrepit building.

It's supposed to be an easy run. The place was already cleared by a patrol pair a while ago. The sole purpose now is to look for some supplies certain people asked for.

"Taking left." You say before walking down that direction.

"Shout if you need me." He says before walking to the right.

"You too."

It's unclear what the building actually is. Possibly a department store that sells a wide variety of items. From boats to baby cribs. You pass by a cleared gun and ammunition aisle before stepping into a toy aisle, where the water guns are still in stock.

You stop to look at them and their prices. You laugh at the concept of money. You stare at the young blonde boy plastered on the boxes. He beams with a smile as he points and shoots.

"A bit dark." You say to yourself.

The boy's face is lit by your flashlight. Everything surrounding you is pitch black, but even then, you catch something move from the corner of your eye.

You point your flashlight to the right and see only an empty floor. You stand still, thinking it's either the sleep deprivation or Jesse messing around, the latter highly unlikely.

You turn away and pull out the list of what’s needed. As you try to read your horrible penmanship, you hear something fall to the ground right behind you.

You swiftly ready your gun and see only one of the toy guns on the floor. You slow your breath as you step backward. When you reach the start of the aisle, you peek over both neighboring aisles. You see nothing, only hearing your breath and steps.

If it were a Clicker, you would have heard it by now. So you speak out loud with uncertainty,

"Jesse?"

Silence. You're on high alert now. You slowly walk forward, leaving the blonde boy behind. You point your flashlight in one direction as your eyes scan the dark corners. Then you see it.

In a far corner, you see the silhouette of a head peeking over a stand on the floor. You stare at it, debating whether your mind is just making faces in the dark. Frozen in fear, you quickly pan your flashlight in its direction. Your breath catches in your throat when it ducks away.

"What the fuck." You whisper to yourself.

You keep the flashlight trained on the stand it was hiding behind. You scan the room for other Infected and try to figure out where it could have come from.

You ready something to throw, feeling your palms sweat,

"Come out fucker." You shout into the darkness.

As you throw a nearby glass bottle into the light, another clash immediately follows to your left. You quickly point your gun over, but it’s too late to see the Infected jumping from the stands toward you. You fire multiple shots rapidly, but only one grazes it.

You scream Jesse’s name before the Infected pins you to the ground. You try to twist your hand to aim at it, but it gains more leverage. You use both hands to hold it back, fighting against its strength. The croaking grows deafening as it screams right into your face.

You gathered some strength and with a loud grunt you manage to kick it off. You scramble to aim your gun and fire another shot in its shoulder before it lunges forward knocking your gun out of your hand.

Your hands race to its shoulders to hold it off but your hand slips from where you shot it. It continues to scream in your face. Its strength never falters, while you start to fatigue. You feel your knife in your side pocket but getting to it without the fucker eating your face is impossible.

You screech Jesse’s name again, hoping he hears you over the blood-curdling croaking. You stare at its disfigured face before realizing it’s getting uncomfortably close to yours. You turn your head to the side, feeling your arms slowly give out.

You look around for any help, but there’s nothing and no one. You shut your eyes and scream in frustration and exhaustion. You breathe rapidly to steady yourself for the decision you’re about to make. You curse under your breath one final time before giving out.

The Infected falls right on you, no longer screaming. The rapid gunshots ring in your ears as you realize it’s dead. You quickly throw it off to your side.

You sit up, sweat lining your face and hands. You furiously rub the Infected’s blood off your hands on the floor and your pants. Jesse’s voice becomes clear as he crouches down beside you.

“Are you okay? It didn’t get you, did it?” He keeps rambling, his eyes filled with worry and fear. He reaches for your arms to check for any bites, but you flinch away.

"I'm fine! It didn't get me."

"Are you sure?" He says more quietly. You look at his panicked face. His eyes brim with tears.

You hold eye contact and notice your vision starting to blur as well. You quickly take off your jacket and show your arms.

"Like I said I'm fine." You say bluntly before picking up your gun and standing up.

"So much for being cleared." You say in annoyance as you kick the infected in its ribs.

"I'll check the log and talk with whoever cleared this place before." Jesse replies with determination.

You scoff, "Don't bother-"

He raises his voice, "You almost died!"

You shake your head, "That's no one's fault but mine. Nobody else. So just forget about it."

You quickly make an exit to be alone. Jesse, on the other hand, struggles hard not to lose it—at himself for not being there, and at you for being selfish.

Jesse keeps you in his sight for the rest of the run. You don’t make a fuss because, as much as you hate to admit it, what happened scared the shit out of you. You were going to die—but you didn’t. You were a second away from accepting death, and you were terrified.

The past weeks of wanting to silence your nagging thoughts, believing people would be better off without you, all quiet down. Deep down, you realize you don’t want to die, you just want the emptiness to go away. Now you stand still, breathing, and the emptiness still lingers.

The ride back to Jackson is silent, except for you asking Jesse to not talk about what happened. He gives you his classic look, and you know it’s pointless.

When you return to your horse, you head straight home. Ignoring everyone and any form of socialization.

"Where are you going?" Jesse yells as you fast walk away.

"I need sleep." You make it a point to walk faster, almost jogging, just to get away from anyone.

Jesse stands in frustration. He wants to follow you, but he hopes you actually get some sleep. So he leaves you alone, for now.

You shed your heavy clothing and gear before lying on your bed. You shut your eyes and lie still, but you hear your fast breathing and blood pumping through your ears.

You open your eyes and stare at the wooden ceiling, feeling only dread and uneasiness. Like any other night, besides it being late morning, you begin to sob. You try to stifle your cries with the back of your hand. Recurring thoughts take over your mind, and before you know it, you fall fast asleep, dreaming of nothing.

When you wake up, the sun’s position has shifted greatly, softly illuminating your room in a deep orange. For a few seconds, you forget everything that happened in the morning, but eventually you remember. You get up when you realize how dry your throat is.

When you bring your bedside water cup to the bathroom for a refill, you see how puffy your eyes have become. After splashing your face and quenching your thirst, you hear a knock.

You wait in silence, hoping they will disappear. But then they knock again. You slowly walk to the door as another pattern of banging is about to follow.

Jesse stands at the other side of the door, "Hey"

"Hi" You wince at the sound of your own voice before taking another sip of your water.

"Nobody's seen you today. Did you sleep?" He asks with a flat smile.

"Yep."

"That's good. Have you eaten?"

"No I just woke up." You say plainly.

His eyes plaster with worry, "The sun is about to set."

"Sorry? I don't know what you want me to say. I can only get my life together one step at a time."

He shakes his head at himself, not meaning to judge,

"No need to be sorry. I'm just concerned. And I knew you'd be hungry anyways, I brought you lunch-dinner I guess."

He hands you boxed food. Your mouth starts to water as you imagine what’s inside.

“Thanks” You say as you take it from him. You stare at him, waiting for anything else.

“You’re welcome.” He says with another flat smile.

He just stands there, waiting to be invited in.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You start to close the door, but he stops it.

“What’s wrong?”

Here we go, you think to yourself.

You shrug, “Nothing. Today just hasn’t been the best.”

“So you’d rather isolate from everyone? From me?”

So much for not judging.

You hang your head down, “I like being alone.”

“Yeah I’ve noticed recently. It’s not just today. I see how you’ve changed the past weeks. You ignore everyone and especially me-“

You turn around, heading to the kitchen, trying to escape the conversation he wants to have. And, without fail, he follows in pursuit.

“And when I do catch you, you make it easy to walk away!” He raises his voice as he closes the door behind him.

You place the food on the counter, standing frozen, afraid to face him.

“You never act like this. Maybe when you first got here. But it’s so out of character. I’m worried about you.” He pauses, hoping you’ll face him. You shut your eyes tight to keep yourself from crying.

You don’t say anything. The sounds of your sniffling and crying fill the silence. You cover your eyes, trying to hide yourself.

Jesse doesn’t expect it. As soon as your sobs echo, he rushes to hold you. You collapse into his grasp, and he swiftly holds you up.

“I’m sorry” You croak between sobs. He caresses your head and back, fighting tears of his own. The sound of you breaking is killing him.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” His voice strains to reassure you. He doesn't mean to make you cry, but he knew it was more than that.

“I'm sorry for being like this. I wish I was better.” You shake your head against his chest. His face furrows in protest.

“You’re trying your best. That’s all we can do.”

You cry harder, burying your face into his tear-stained shirt. He winces at your sounds, afraid he said the wrong thing.

Both of you stand in silence, afraid to speak.

After your cries calm down, the embarrassment starts to set in. You pull away from him first, wiping your face with your head low, avoiding his eyes.

“Sorry you have to see me like this.” You whisper before slowly looking up at him, subtly surprised to see his tear-stained face.

“Don’t say that.” He wipes his face.

“I’m sorry I was harsh on you. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You scoff a laugh. “You weren’t harsh. You just told the truth.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t sometimes.” He rubs his neck.

“No. You should. It’s what makes you, you.”

You hold soft eye contact for the first time in weeks. You look away quickly before slowly beginning to explain yourself.

“You’re the only person in my life who says when they’re worried about me, I truly believe it.” You rubs your arms for self comfort.

“It’s such a foreign concept that I try to make myself not believe it." You laugh at what you say next,

"Why would the golden boy of Jackson care about me?”

You sniffle again as your eyes gloss over.

He waits patiently for you to finish. He sniffles too.

“That’s why I find it so easy to just walk away. I distance myself because I think it makes it easier to handle the doubt. But I know it only makes it worse.”

“Then why do you leave anyway?” He asks softly.

“You get used to being lonely after a while.” You say with a pitiful smile.

You scoff another laugh to hide your embarrassment.

“I know I sound pathetic. I’m not so perfect as you say I am. It sucks to know you've noticed my flaws. I don’t like me either.”

“I never said I didn’t like you. You’re every bit perfect to me still.” He quickly responds to your admission.

You laugh to yourself, “Now that I don’t believe.”

He gets close to you again. He holds your arms and says your name sternly.

“We all have bad days. Some of us, bad months. That doesn’t make you any less perfect. Certainly not pathetic. Now it might be a little frustrating to the people who love you to see you distance yourself. But you’re still the girl I love.”

You look up at him stunned, gulping the tears away.

“What do you mean love?” You whisper.

His hands slowly retreat from your body.

“I thought it was obvious since everyone else knows except you.”

Your eyebrow contort, “Are you saying I’m oblivious?”

He slowly spoke to make sure he said the right thing, “I’m saying- in the nicest way possible given the information you just shared; if you find it so hard to believe that I think you’re perfect then I’m sure this is the first time you can try to believe it when I say I love you. And that I’ve been in love with you for a very long time.”

You stood there not knowing what to say. Jesse had always been your best friend. When you first saw him you quickly noted how cute he was but you never let your crush go beyond that. You ignored the pang of jealousy you felt when you saw him talking with Dina. You hid away the butterflies you would get when he did something selfless for you. Over the years you didn’t dare to indulge into these feelings because- well like he said. You couldn’t believe he would like you back.

But here he was. Standing in your dinning room confessing his love to you even after seeing you at your most vulnerable. Jesse, the golden boy of the town, three feet in front of you stating he loves you.

You reply after some thought, “Maybe you will find me as an inconvenience when I tell you I don’t believe you.”

He laughs. He fucking laughs. You nervously laugh with him.

“I could never. I find you hilarious. Why would I lie?” He genuinely asks.

“I don’t think you’re lying. I just don’t believe it.” You shrug.

“What can I do to make you believe me then?”

You whisper, “I don’t know.”

After every sentence you speak, you watch for a flicker of change on his face. You’re making this painfully difficult, waiting for him to realize he’s made a mistake.

“Can I try some possible ideas?” He leans in closer, your blood rushes to your face.

“I guess…” You say unsure, making him hesitate.

“Wait. You like me too right?”

This whole time he thought you reciprocated his feelings by your demeanor but now he’s the one who becomes shy.

You whisper, “I don’t have to say anything.” You look up at him, your eyes studying his face in a panic.

He softly smiles at your response, “I just confessed my love for you. Usually people say it back.”

“Say what back?” You slightly tease to hear him say it again.

“I love you.” He whispers as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

You shiver at his intimate touch. You finally say something,

“I like you.”

His eyes quirk up at the choice of word, “Like?”

You nod, “It’s not fair to rush me.”

He softly laughs again, “I guess you’re right.”

He whispers, “I thinking you’re starting to believe me.”

He has a smug smile on his face as you try to hide your own smile.

“I don’t like being teased.” You whisper with your head down.

He softly lifts your head up by your chin,

“Yes you do.”

His gaze asks for your permission. You get lost into his eyes and nod ever so slightly. He closes the gap between you two, softly and lovingly kissing you. The space around you stands still, and in that moment, nothing exists except you and him.

a/n: possible part 2 in the works??? If y’all want that….

#tlou jesse #tlou jesse x reader #jesse tlou #jesse tlou x reader #jells🪼imagines #latina!reader

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