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missredherring · 10 months

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For A Good Time Call... Tommy

Tommy Miller x Fat!F!Reader

Rating: R

Word Count: 3k.

Warnings: smoking. bad date and sex(off screen).

Contents: pwp. strangers to lovers. fingering. dirty talk. one butt smack. protected piv sex.

Summary: He doesn’t do anything else for a moment, just takes you in, blowing out smoke through his nose in a steady stream. You guess this is to let you have the chance to change your mind and leave, only a smoke shared between you and nothing more. It’s nice, but there’s no way you’re letting him go now. With your free hand you slip your fingers behind his belt buckle, grinning when the muscles of his stomach jump at the touch of your cold fingers, and tug him to you with the thing.

A/N: This is entirely the fault of that photoshoot with Gabriel Luna. Hot damn. This is the first part of a 3 part series. It isn't my main writing focus right now and will be worked on whenever the horny horny inspiration strikes.

Thank you so much to @boliv-jenta and @prolix-yuy for beta reading!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

You see it scrawled on the side of the bar’s bathroom stall while you're cleaning up from a disappointing fuck. There's a hint of wetness between your legs, but nowhere near the amount there should be if he'd been any good.

It catches your eye as you lean back and take a deep breath.

"For a good time call..."

The sentence is left hanging, but a few names and numbers fill in the space around it. The names "Joel" and "Tommy" have a truly teen-worthy amount of hearts around them. There's even a nicely veined cock shooting cum over a dripping pussy. It is beautifully artistic and there’s even some cross hatching in the shading.

You shiver as the night air envelopes you. The temperature had dropped while you were inside, and while it had been a little chilly when you’d stepped out only wearing your dress, now it’s downright cold. Being fat helps with the issue of bringing a coat on a night out, but it only goes so far. Your nipples pebble, goosebumps raising on your arms, and you let out a scoff when the fucking air does what your lousy date couldn’t.

Do you even want to try again tonight, or just go home? You get your phone out and swipe through to your apps, staring at them and playing a game of this or that. Uber or Tinder, sleep or the chance of someone else getting you off. You’re about to just close your eyes and pick one when you hear cursing off to the side. Glancing up you see a large figure hunched over. His hands are up around his mouth, cupping the end of an unlit cigarette as he tries to get his lighter to work. You watch him for a few seconds, listening to the winding of the friction wheel and his muttered curses as fire continues to elude him.

“Hey,” you call over to him. “I’ll trade you a light for a cig.”

He straightens up and squints at you through the dark. There are more lights here than other side alleys, but they make the shadows even deeper. It’s a moody contrast that casts darkness over his face and body, making his white shirt glow. He shifts his weight on his back foot and looks you up and down. You don’t try to disguise the way your thighs jiggle with each step, or how the strap of your purse bisects your breasts, pulling the fabric taut over them to emphasize their movement, free of the bra you left at home.

"Is that a good trade on my end?" he asks, interest and a southern drawl in his voice.

"It is if you wanna smoke that and not just look at it." You nod to his cigarette.

Up close you can make out more details: a thin white t-shirt tucked into dark wash jeans, covered by a coat with a fluffy sherpa lining. A silver belt buckle sits on his waist and matches his silver necklace laying on his chest. You follow the chain up, bringing your attention to his thick neck and the wild black curls that cover the back of it. His hair is just short enough to keep from calling it shaggy. He’s even got a neat mustache, goatee, and a little patch of hair right under his full bottom lip. On any other guy the whole look would be too much, but damnit does he look fucking gorgeous.

He nods and you put your phone away when you fish out the little book of matches you’d swiped from the bar before leaving.

It only takes two strikes for the match to light and then he’s leaning over you, cupping your hands now with his to protect the flame from any stray breeze. He inhales and the burning end of his cigarette flares. The light of the small flame illuminates his face and you find that his dark eyes are watching you. Gorgeous man. He takes the cigarette from between his lips and offers it to you.

“This’s m’last one, but I don’t mind sharin’ with a pretty lady,” he says, pursing his lips to the side and blowing a stream of smoke away from you. You feel the damp spots from his mouth on the filter when you put it between your lips.

The opportunity to spend time with a pretty man soothes any annoyance at missing out on a full smoke, so you turn and mirror the way he’s leaning up against the wall.

“I saw you in the bar earlier, with your date,” he says. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well?”

You roll your eyes and give him a telling look. “Yep. Conversation was shit and he left me high and dry after he got what he wanted.”

“That ain’t right. Y’should never leave a lady wantin’.” He clicks his tongue. “I’m Tommy, by the way.”

You give him your name along with the cigarette and when he smiles at you laughter lines bloom around his eyes. Fuck.

The cigarette passes between you, each polite enough not to let it burn too much before handing it back, and his eyes watch your mouth as you smoke. You’re not any better: slipping your fingers around his more than necessary to give him the cigarette and admiring how his broad chest moves as his lungs expand.

The combined cold in the air and the wall behind you is enough to make you shiver, your hand trembling as you hold out the cigarette. Tommy takes it and bites it between his teeth so gently that there’s only the shallow suggestion of an indent on the filter. Another shiver creeps over you, your nipples tightening at the thought of one of them between his teeth instead.

“My ma’d kick my ass if she knew how long it took me to offer you my coat.” He mumbles when you hesitate, too caught up in the sudden vision of your tit in his mouth and the answering clench of lust in your gut. Thankfully your own manners kick in and take over.

"Won't you be cold?" you ask even as you shimmy into the coat. The sherpa feels a little scratchy on your bare skin, but the hem hugs your hips in just the right way and the transferred body heat feels so good.

"Want to make another trade?" he asks, getting closer. Your eyebrows raise: he's already given you the coat.

"For what?" God, you hope it’s sex.

"Body heat," he says.

“Fuck. Yes.”

The cigarette is almost down to the filter now and Tommy offers you the last of it. You take it, keeping eye contact with him as you try to inhale quickly, sharply, as to only burn a little more and leave him with the cigarette’s dying breath. It’s tucked between your pointer and middle finger when you hand it over, but he doesn’t take it. Instead he holds your wrist so gently in his big hand and brings your hand to his mouth. His breath is warm as it brushes over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist before the inhale. His lips curl around the filter and his mustache brushes over your finger.

One last flare and it’s finished, the little light passing between you extinguished. You let it drop and with a twist of his boot, Tommy grinds it into the asphalt. The movement brings him that much closer and you only remember he still has your hand when he brings it up again, this time to the back of his neck. A squeeze tells you to keep it there, so you do, eagerly tangling your hand in his hair. You can tell there’s a bit of product in it, but it’s still soft and thick. Perfect for pulling.

He doesn’t do anything else for a moment, just takes you in, blowing out smoke through his nose in a steady stream. You guess this is to let you have the chance to change your mind and leave, only a smoke shared between you and nothing more. It’s nice, but there’s no way you’re letting him go now. With your free hand you slip your fingers behind his belt buckle, grinning when the muscles of his stomach jump at the touch of your cold fingers, and tug him to you.

“Shit,” he says, and kisses you.

Kissing is great, it can be anything and everything you want. Another form of communication to bring people together in better understanding, but you don’t want that tonight. And you tell him so with your impatient tongue and the sharp points of your teeth. You devour him with long licks, small nips, and gulping breaths.

Bless him, Tommy doesn’t hesitate either. His hands are on your body doing a fine job of warming you up under his coat. He grips your hips and you’re pleased when he doesn’t skip over the rolls of your sides, kneading and pressing his fingers in as he brings them up to your breasts. He moans into your mouth when he cups them and only feels hard nipples pressing into his palm under the thin fabric of your dress. You give a good squeeze of his hair, tugging at the roots just a little, and are rewarded with another moan. He catches a nipple between his fingers, gives a squeeze of his own, and you give the moan right back. Another thing passing between you in the cool air of the night.

Another bruising kiss, tongues sliding together, sloppy and eager, before you let your hands explore. No matter where you touch, he’s all muscles under hot skin. Down from his neck to his shoulders, and over the curve of his shoulder with a drag of your nails. There’s a suggestion of softness at his stomach, a hint of roundness at his hips, and you dig your fingers into them, delight and desire shooting along your nerves when he bucks and presses into your touch again and again.

Tommy tears his mouth away from yours, his bottom lip caught in between your teeth.

“That asshole left you hungry for cock, huh, baby? That why you’re tryna take a bite outta me?” he says, taking in lungfuls of air. Knowing you’re the cause of his heaving chest is just another rush.

"Are you gonna do what he couldn't and get me off? Or do I need to find someone else? You gotta brother? Think he could fuck me right?" you ask, only half joking. He’s right: you’re hot and hungry and not going home disappointed tonight.

"Don't ask him. He already acts like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders." He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.

"I just want to know if they'll take the weight of my thighs." You move his hands from your chest to the dimpled skin of your thighs, exposed by the short hem of your dress. His hot hands burn as they travel up and follow the hemline around to cup your wide ass and squeeze.

"I can handle you just fine," He groans when he slips a hand between your legs to palm your mound and finds that you aren't wearing any underwear. His fingers swipe through your lips, making you tilt your hips to chase them. "See? Feels like you're gettin' nice and wet for me."

"Shut up and make me come, Tommy."

"Yes, ma'am."

Tommy knows when to get to work, you’ll say that for him. He’s completely focused on you: the way your hips roll into his touch, the way your expression shifts when he changes angles, the noises you don’t bother to swallow when he switches the rhythm of his stroking fingers. It’s so good, and just what you wanted tonight. He nuzzles under your chin, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck and leaves sucking kisses there on his way to your chest.

A quick tap of his boot against your shoes has you widening your stance for him. “That’s it, baby,” he says, and uses his free hand to scoop your heavy breasts out of the dress, the neckline keeping them pressed together.

He’s biting at them now with quick nips of his teeth, following the stings with swipes of his flattened tongue. Paired with rolls of his thumb and a thrust of his fingers, your muscles tighten and your orgasm is so close, you can taste it, lingering on your tongue with the taste of Tommy and tobacco.

“Fuck. Just like that, Tommy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He doesn’t stop and you’re coming all over his hand, clutching his fingers as you ride out your orgasm. But you know your body better than anyone else and keep going. It’s right there, hidden in the waves of aftershock.

“Don’t stop,” you say again, letting go of his torso to reach back up for his head. He comes willingly, mouth open and tongue ready for you as you pull him down for a kiss. You cover his hand, still inside you, with your own and press your fingers in with his own, moaning at the stretch and thrusting your hips again. Just a little more, your thumb circling your clit just right, and you come again.

“Christ, Christ,” Tommy pants. “My fingers ain’t enough for you, are they? You need my cock too?” He’s crowding you into the wall now, no more room between you. His hot body feels like it’s on fire where it’s pressed against you.

“I want it,” you say, nodding and knocking your forehead into his. “Are you gonna be good for me and give it to me, Tommy?”

“Fuck. Yes.” He echoes you with a grin. You kiss him again because you can and push at his chest, laughing when he stumbles back. Shrugging off his coat enough to take your purse from around your torso - if he’s as good with his dick as he is his fingers, you don’t want the distraction of it bouncing on you - you pluck out the small bottle of lube and a condom before letting it drop between you and the wall.

Tommy looks up from where he’s wrestling with his belt buckle at the noise and whistles. “What else you got in there?”

“Necessities.” You nod to his crotch where a nice bulge is pressing against his zipper. “You need a hand?”

“I’ll take two if you can spare ‘em.” He’s in your space again, caging you with his arms and tilting his hips up for your easy access. You tuck the condom and lube in one of his front pockets to free both hands and make quick work of his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans. His dick twitches in his boxers when it’s exposed to the cool air and you swallow at the patch of wet material sticking to what must be the head. Two dainty fingers slip under the elastic and pull the last barrier down. You can’t stop the pleased hum that vibrates through your chest as his dick springs out. Gorgeous cock for a gorgeous man.

Tommy hisses through his teeth when your chilled fingers circle his dick, your warm palm cradling the hand as you explore the soft skin and veins there. Even his public hair is just right; dark and curling against the base and his balls. You press against him, your chest to his, kissing the underside of his jaw as you play with him. He lets you do what you want, good man that he is, and rolls his head around his neck once, before stopping your hand.

“If y’keep that up I’m gonna come, and I want to be inside you so bad.” He says, fishing out the lube and condom from his pocket and pushing his jeans and boxers further down his thighs. The muscles there bunch and if you didn’t also want his dick inside you’d be on your knees, biting and sucking there too.

With deft hands he rolls the condom on, squirts a generous amount of lube on his dick, and spreads it with quick, efficient strokes. Usually these practical details of sex slow down the action, but not with Tommy. His eyes are burning into you, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip and swiping over the red marks already showing up from your teeth. He’s breathing faster, anticipation kicking his pulse up so you can see it thudding in his neck even in the low light of the alley.

“How d’you want it, hm?” he asks, eyes heavy on you, waiting for your word. You want him bad and you want it good, so you turn around and tug up the tight skirt of your dress. It goes easily, giving up the futile fight of staying down your thighs and bunching up at your waist, exposing your entire ass and dripping pussy to him and anyone who bothers to look in your direction.

“Fuck,” he curses, gripping the base of his dick and pressing you into the wall. “Wait, just–” He reaches around your neck to flip up the collar of his coat on the side of your face that’s close to the wall. Your cheek is cushioned by the sherpa and won’t scrape on the concrete if you get too close. The gesture melts your heart and you’re an entire sopping mess; heart, pussy, and everything in between.

Between the lube and your cum it’s a damn slip-and-slide between your legs. You don’t help by wiggling around and he ends up laughing into your shoulder while swatting at a buttcheek and clamping a big hand on your bigger hips.

He lines up, pushes in, and the stretch is so good. You use the wall for support and push back against him, helping him to get as deep as he can. His other hand lifts your belly, settling over your mound, and circling your clit.

“A little slower, yea,” you sigh out. “Just like that, Tommy.”

It’s another trade between you: thrusting desire and lust back and forth between you, building up your pleasure until it spills over, uncontrollable, delicious, and just what you wanted, what you needed.

He’s covering you when he comes, his chest pressed to your back, both of his hands on your hips so he can get as deep as possible in the tight squeeze of your pussy. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling between the soft skin there and the sherpa. His breath is hot and wet and the moans and grunts he’s pouring out there are so sweet they make you clench down harder on him, swiveling your pelvis around and back for just a little more.

“One more,” he says catching his breath, and you think maybe you said the last part out loud, but he continues. “One more trade?”

“Yea?” you say, arching your neck back to catch his earlobe in your teeth. He shudders and presses harder into you. You can feel the muscles in his thighs on the back of your own, jumping and shaking from his efforts.

“The rest of the night, a hot shower - something to eat,” Tommy says, moving his hands from your hips. His palms are calloused and feel good on your skin as he strokes your belly and takes a breast in one, easing the strain as they hang from you. He holds you to him while the aftershocks roll through you both. “For whatever else you got in that purse.”

You turn your face to him so your lips brush when you answer him. “Fuck. Yes.”

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 11

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 5000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: What started as a simple “wanting to make Tommy an actual daddy” turned into a whole ass fic. Is anyone really surprised? I absolutely adore Tommy and Daisy and would love to revisit them!

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The truck runs out of gas just inside of Teton County. We gather up our packs, keeping our guns loose in our hands but ready, as we march through the woods. Tommy had found a paper map of Wyoming, noticing that there was a small notation of a hydroelectric dam on it. He's convinced that this settlement will be near there and I admit, that's a great place to start looking.

We don't make it within 20 miles of that plant before horses and riders come from nowhere, immediately surrounding us, their faces masked. Tommy puts his arms out to shield us, knowing that there was no way he could shoot them all.

"What are you doing out here?" A man bellows at us, his horse snuffing, a swirl of air puffing out from his nose in the cool, fall breeze.

"We heard there may be a settlement around here. We're looking for a place to call home."

"You know anything about dams?" A woman speaks up from behind the first man.

"I uh, I was in construction. I know some things. I can take a look."

She stares at him from behind her mask, weighing our usefulness. "And them?"

"My wife can grow anything. And has some medical knowledge. My son..helps her."

Several long moments pass. I can't get a read on them. If they are from this settlement, I can't really blame them for being so selective. And secretive.

"You come here on foot?"

"For the last 50 or so miles. We had a truck. Still works, but no gas."

She nods. "Stash it?"

Tommy nods. "Just in case we needed it again."

"Smart man. Alright, you guys come back to town with us."

They offered us horses, which Jax hopped on immediately, his whole face lighting up with excitement. It had been years since he was able to ride. I'm still on the fence about trusting them. After a while, we see their gates in the distance, a little shotty and in need of, well, Tommy's expertise. But that's not what holds my attention.

"Is your town named Jackson?" Jax asks the woman.

She nods. "It is."

Jax laughs, a sound I hadn't heard in a very long time. "That's my name! Must be a sign, right mom?"

The gates open and I'm rendered speechless. It's a town. A whole ass town. People are milling about like everything is normal. The woman, Maria, starts to give us a tour, pointing out the town hall, the bar, clothing swap and repair, and little general stores. She takes us around and shows us the barns, slots for at least 40 horses, the herd of sheep, and the dairy cows and goats. Jax practically comes unglued from the Earth when seeing everything. Maria smiles at his excitement.

"You're 17, right?" Jax nods. "Well I think you should still attend school. At least to just get to know the other kids. But your official duty, in my opinion, should be with the animals. What do you think?"

"Yeah! Dad, is that ok?" Jax clings to Tommy's arm and he smiles patting his hand.

"Yeah, of course, bud."

Jax whoops and punches the sky, immediately apologizing to the chickens that had started frantically clucking and running around their enclosure.

But what really impressed me was our house, an actual house. Maria stopped in front of this beautiful 3 bedroom, two story house, complete with a front porch. It was like stepping into a time machine. They had cleaned all of the houses and kept them maintained, but the decor was exactly the same as it was on outbreak day 14 years ago.

Jax picked a room once belonging to a teenage boy, judging from the decor. We quickly unpacked our things and headed into town, getting a hot, fresh meal and trying not to overstuff ourselves. They gave us a small ration of food to take home, a carton of eggs, some flour, salt, yeast, honey, a carton of milk, and, much to Tommy's delight, a small container of coffee.

I was afraid that all of the time spent just growing up around us, and then on the constant move with the Fireflies would make it difficult for Jax to make friends.

I couldn't be more wrong.

Immediately, the kids from town were fascinated by Jax, asking him tons of questions about the outside, about him. He eventually takes off with them, going to movie night at the community center.

Tommy and I walk back home, his arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side. "That kid made fast friends."

"I was so worried about that. Guess I didn't need to be."

"Nah. He's a good kid and they can see that."

We stop for a moment outside of our house, looking up at it. "This was a good move, Mr. Miller. I like it here."

I turn to look at him and he smiles, pressing his lips to mine briefly before we head inside, the early fall chill on the wind making us shiver slightly. Tommy starts to unpack the food while I take a quick shower, groaning as the hot water sends goosebumps across my skin. I hadn't had a proper hot shower since we'd left the cabin.

I lay on the bed wrapped only in my towel, finally allowing myself to relax for the first time in...years. I can't remember how many at this point. Tommy comes in and wolfwhistles at me and I try, and fail, to hide my smirk.

"Looks like they left a present for me on the bed," Tommy chuckles, attempting to sit next to me. I put my foot out to stop him.

"Nuh uh. Take a shower first, stinky."

He looks fake hurt, putting a hand to his chest. "How dare you, I smell delightful."

"Yeah to a group of flies."

He pretends to storm off in mock anger, shedding his clothes as he goes. He stays a bit longer in the shower than I thought he would, but I can't blame him. That hot water is too much of a lure. He comes out, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and curling. His incision is healed by now, a small red line all that's left of the metal that nearly took his life. Tommy lays next to me on the bed and I curl into his side.

"Hey, darlin? I know you're all clean and sexy and naked next to me, and I so want to have my way with you. But do you think it could wait until morning?"

"Oh thank God - I'm so exhausted."

We both chuckle and burrow into the blankets, talking for a bit when we hear Jax come in, closing the door to the bathroom and taking a shower.

I haven't felt this safe in years.

An electrified warmth, pulsing out from between my legs yanks me from sleep and I moan, my hands moving down and finding Tommy's head between my legs, his face pressed into me. My fingers grip his dark curls and I tug, loving the sound he makes when I do.

"Fucking hell, Tommy. Warn a girl."

He chuckles and my hips jolt. "Alright, well I'm warning you now, my beautiful wife. I'm not done with you yet."

Tommy makes good on his promise, sliding into me with practiced ease, my body taking him in greedily, responding to every touch, every kiss and nip. He digs his fingers into my hip, slowly moving me in time with his hips, angling himself to go deeper, hitting that spot that has me gasping his name, my fingernails digging into his broad back. His hips sputter, his head drops to my shoulder as be bites it, filling me with his warmth. He picks up his head, his nose lightly dragging across my face before kissing me.

"I fuckin' love you, Mrs. Miller."

"I fucking love you, Mr. Miller."

Life in Jackson is good. We're all kept busy but a natural busy, not a frantic "is this the moment when we all die" busy. Jax settles in beautifully, finishing their school and learning more about animals and their care as he works with them. About a year in, he finally asks out the girl he had been crushing on since we got here, Lara and, a year later, they're already talking about marriage. Young love.

Tommy helps to fortify the walls, manging to tinker with the dam and get it fully operational. He admits he had virtually no idea what he was doing. He just banged his wrench around and it eventually turned on. He joins patrols too, but mostly stays inside the gates, making repairs and fortifications.

I help a little old lady named Lu with the garden. I had brought some medicinal herbs with us and we were able to propagate some more from the clippings, which works out great for the clinic.

New people do show up, but it's rare. Jackson is fairly secluded, and Maria pretty much forbids anyone from giving away our location. I can't blame her. If everyone knew about this place, it would be overrun in a heartbeat, our supplies spent. Not to mention the clickers that would likely follow a crowd that large.

But today is one of those days. Maria radioed in that 3 new people were coming into Jackson, and to ready the clinic. The doctor there called me in to help, as I often did when she needed it. She told me what to prep and I realized whomever is coming, one of them must be pregnant.

"Imagine trapsing this lanscape, pregnant," The doctor said, no trace of malice to her voice. A little pity and awe though.

The clinic door opens and the doctor greets the people. I turn around and drop the tray I'm holding.

Sarah. Sarah is standing in the clinic.

A man stands next to her and on her other side-

Rose.

Rose and Sarah are alive and here.

"Sarah?" I choke out and her head snaps up, her round belly on prominent display.

"Aunt Daisy?"

"Holy fuck!" Rose gasps and I run to them, pulling them both into as tight of an embrace as I can manage, tears streaming down my face. I feel theirs as well. But when a small kick hits my stomach, I back up, apologizing to Sarah.

"Ah I'm sorry! I forgot! Come, the doctor will take a look." Sarah grips my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"Come with me?"

"Of course."

Sarah turns out fine, about 7 months along. She could do with a warm meal, some water, and a good shower. Sarah introduced me to her boyfriend, or husband, the second they can find someone who will marry them. He's a sweet boy by the name of Eli. We head over to the cafe and I point out all the places to Sarah and Rose and Eli. Once they get seated with food, I head outside, a smile on my face as I run to the stables. Tommy will be there with Jax, as he's repairing a broken stable door. I run, full on run to the stables, sliding inside the barn and coming to a stop in front of them, gasping for air.

"Mom! Mom, is everything ok?" Jax drops his hammer and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah...yes..." I take a few more deep breaths of air. "Sarah..and Rose...are here."

Once they get settled in a house, conveniently across the street from ours, we bring them over for some hot tea. Sarah sips on hers, a little moan coming from her as it warms her up.

"So...how did..where is..."

Rose and Sarah exchange a look and I don't like it. Sarah nods at Rose and takes another sip of her drink.

"We stayed another year or so after you left. They seemed to buy the story at first, that you had all gone out on some family thing and just...never came back. It happens. But Joel suspected that they were getting suspicious. So he said we needed a way out, to find the Fireflies so we could find you. They demanded Joel go on a long run with them, taking them somewhere up above Maryland."

"Maryland??"

Rose nods. "Yeah, that's what I said. Anwyay, Joel said he'd go but we had to go with and that we were off limits. Well... nothing happened but some guys were being creeps and that finally tipped Joel over the edge. He killed the guy in his sleep and we left on foot. We were heading towards Boston. There's a qz up there. We figured we could find out where you were from there. We had to cross this bridge. But they caught up with us and the bridge couldn't hold everything. Not with all the old cars on it and it not being upkept for years. The bridge went down and..." Tears poured from Rose's eyes, silent ones pouring down Sarah's cheeks as well.

"Joel?" Tommy asks, barely a whisper.

Eli speaks up. "I wasn't there, but they told me." He puts his hand on Sarah's giving it a little squeeze. "The bridge collpased. Took out the raiders and they nearly died too. But they looked for Joel for days. Couldn't find him. I'm so sorry."

I started to cry, but it was less about the loss of Joel, whom I loved like a brother, and more for Tommy, who looked like he had lost a limb. He got up and walked out the backdoor, slamming it behind him. I followed him, gently pulling him to me as he crumbled against my chest, gripping my shirt as he wailed over the loss of his big brother.

We eventually learned that Rose and Sarah ended up in a different qz than Boston, which is where Sarah met Eli. He was FEDRA but hated them, supporting the citizens in any way he could, even if that meant turning a blind eye to some insider trading. He and Sarah fell in love, but shortly after, the qz got violent, the people rising up against FEDRA. They managed to escape, Sarah finding out she was pregnant a few weeks later.

Eli had some Firefly connections, so they headed to their posts, eventually figuring out that we had left the Fireflies and relocated "somewhere in Teton County, Wyoming." And so they came here, hoping to find us. And being completely surprised to find Jackson City.

Sarah gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, Juniper, with her eyes, Joel's eyes. As Juniper grows, her hair becomes this beautiful carbon copy of her mother's, her curls bouncing away. Eli is a fantastic father and husband, always by his family's side.

Jax and Lara move in together and get married, Lara getting pregnant a short while after.

"I don't know if I'm ready to be a grandma," I say to Tommy while I look in the mirror. "Although I do have the greys."

"You'll be the hottest grandma I know." Tommy waggles his eyebrows as he pulls me to him, his tongue pressing against mine.

"If I'm a grandma, that means you'll be a grandpa."

Tommy looks shocked. "Holy shit. You're right. You still gonna wanna kiss this old man?"

My fingers wind in his shirt, pulling him down to me as I speak against his lips. "That's not all I'll do for this old man."

"Tree! Tree, mommy!" Juniper jumps up and down, yanking on Sarah's coat as she pushes back from our table, shoving the last bite of egg in her mouth.

"Yes baby. We're going to see the Christmas tree. You guys coming?"

Juniper looks up at Tommy with her big eyes. "Great Uncle Tommy coming?"

"Sorry, kiddo. Not today. I gotta fix the barn roof before the big snows come in." Juniper sticks out her lip. "But I'll see you tonight for hot chocolate?"

She thinks, her little finger tapping her lips. "Ok!" She yanks on Sarah's coat again, half jerking her towards the front door.

"See you tonight, Aunt Daisy?"

"Yup. I'll have cookies too."

"Yay!" Juniper yells from the doorway. Sarah and her leave, the house considerably quieter when they do.

"Crazy to think that in a few months, there will be another little one running around here."

"Yeah. I can't wait."

"Me neither."

Tommy kisses me before heading off to the barns, finishing up the last of the roof work. The last snow storm took off some of the panels and so it needs to be repaired before the next big storm or we may lose a horse or 2.

Tommy walks back in 10 minutes later. "Forgot my work gloves."

"How did you forget those, Mr. Construction?"

"I got distracted looking at your ass."

"How dare you, good sir. I am a lady."

Tommy walks up to me, pressing his body to mine. "A lady that I had bent over this table last night."

I slap his chest playfully before kissing him again. "Oh wait. I'll walk with you. I got to pick up a couple things for the cookies."

Tommy walks me a few blocks, intending on turning left to head to the barn while I continued on to the main strip. But then we hear yelling, just making out Sarah's name. Tommy and I glance at each other, immediately anticipating the worst as we run towards the wailing sound. We come out of a side ally onto the main strip, half a block away from the Christmas tree. And there, at the bottom of the tree is Sarah, crying her eyes out, her body desperately holding onto someone. No, wait.

"Joel?" Tommy says next to me in disbelief. But then their bodies shift, and there he is. Joel, with his mop of now grey hair, grasping onto the daughter he undoubtedly thought he'd lost.

Tommy runs as fast as he can over to them, Sarah pulling him down into their embrace. Juniper, who had been standing there holding her mom's other hand, immediately jumps on Tommy and hugs him, her little fists digging into his arms. I walk up, wiping tears from my eyes and, to my surprise, Joel looks up at me and pulls me down to him, hugging me as tight as he can.

"I thought you were all dead," He says it so quietly in my ear, but I can hear the wobble in his voice.

"We're here. We're all..." I turn my head, looking into the small crowd of people. "Someone get Rose. Now!"

Joel snaps back from me, his eyes boring into mine. "Rose is here?"

I smile at him. "Yeah she fucking is!"

Suddenly his eyes look over my shoulder and I see the shift in them, know he sees Rose, and I know that feeling. The one of loss and relief, the pain that causes in your heart. Joel tries to stand but it's too late - Rose is there, dropping into his lap as she clings to him, tears streaming down her cheeks. He pulls back, cupping her face, his eyes roaming over hers.

"You're real?"

Rose nods. "Are you?"

He pulls her to him, their lips meeting and I look away, giving them a moment of privacy, marveling at the fact that our family is somehow together, at the other end of the country, even all these years later.

As it turns out, Joel was not traveling alone. Ellie is spunky, full of attitude, keeping Joel on his toes. I love her already.

Tommy told me later about exactly why Joel and Ellie were here, what secret Ellie was carrying. That he has to bring her to the Fireflies so they can try and make a cure, an actual cure.

"And you think they can do that? They have the resources?"

Tommy shrugs, pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his bronzed skin, freckles spattered about, along with several scars. He starts to rummage through his dresser drawer, looking for a shirt to sleep in.

"Joel seems to think so."

"Hhhmm. I bet Rose will have something to say about it."

"She probably will."

I walk up to him, lightly brushing my fingers across his back. My arms slide around him as I press kisses into his back. He hums, his arms folding over mine. The warmth radiates out from his body and seeps into mine, relaxing me but also heating me up for very different reasons. I slowly move my hand down, dipping under the waistband of his sweatpants.

"And here I thought you said you were a lady." Tommy sucks in a breath after that last word, my fingers encircling him, slowly pumping him as he hardens in my grip.

"I want you to do un-ladylike things to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

He pulls my hand from his pants with a groan, from which of us I'm not sure. I turn to walk towards the bed and yelp, Tommy's hand lightly slapping my ass. He chuckles as I look fake shocked. I turn to him, my hand on my chest.

"How dare you sir! Ah!" He somehow reaches around me, slapping me on the other cheek, the shit eating grin on his face lighting up the room. He presses his lips to mine, but I'm not making it that easy. I pull back, turning to walk or run away, I'm not sure. But I know I'm not fast enough, Tommy's arms pulling me to him, caging me against his broad chest. One arm wraps around my chest, the other sliding into my panties. He moans as his fingers sink into me.

"Fuck, is this for me?"

"It's always for you, Tommy."

He continues to touch me, using his other hand to turn my head up, swallowing my moans with his kiss. The air electrifies and the mood shifts, both of us suddenly very desperate for the other. He pulls his hand from me and pushes me onto the bed, helping me to yank my panties down. They never make it off, just shoved down somewhere around my knees as he hikes my shirt over my hips. I'm already angling my body, my chest against the bed, Tommy's fingers digging into my hips as he gets into position. He pushes forward and I can't help the gutteral whine that erupts from somewhere within me, louder and more primal as his hips rut against me.

"My wife, the lady, begging me to fuck her."

I'm seeing colors now, my fingers twisting into the sheets to get some sort of purchase so I can push my hips back, driving him deeper.

"T-Tommy," It comes out more like a plea, a whimper of his name. But he knows me well, knows my body sometimes better than I do.

"I got you, darlin'."

He pulls me up, holding me against his chest again, one arm wrapped around me and one hand between my legs, touching me where it makes my legs shake.

"Come for me, baby," his voice rasps in my ear, low and sultry. And I do, I come hard, pulsing around him, his name chanting from my lips as I watch the colors dance around my vision. His hand stalls for a moment before pushing me back down, laying his body over mine as he continues to fuck into me a few more times before he comes, groaning and biting my back. He takes several breaths before pulling out, cleaning us both up before plopping back down on the bed. I scoot in next to him a minute later and he pulls me to his side, lifting my jaw with his finger to gently kiss me.

"You definitely know how to treat a lady."

Joel and Ellie leave the next morning, much to our dislike. Tommy knew they were leaving, of course he did. I guess it makes sense. Less people out in winter time, less chance of a confrontation. Still, it made me uneasy and I wish they'd stay at least until spring.

What surprised me most was that Rose stayed behind. She was not happy by the looks of it, but she still showed her love to Joel, Ellie clearing her throat and looking anywhere but them.

"Listen, Ellie. I know we don't really know each other, but I want you to know, you'll always have a home here. Ok? No hesitation." I may have only met her yesterday, but I really liked this kid. She gave Joel the crap he needed and that won her all the points she needed in my book.

"Thanks. I'll probably just stay there in case they need more blood. But it's good to know." She gives me a quick, slightly awkward hug before nodding to Tommy and Sarah, who had just come walking up to the stables where we all stood.

"I can come with you, you know?" Sarah asked her dad when he pulled back from Rose.

"No, you can't. You have my granddaughter to take care of."

Sarah hugs him tight, and I swear I can see a tiny glint of a tear in Joel's eyes, his head slightly turned as he breathes her in, having thought he'd never be able to hold his daughter again.

"But I just got you back."

"I know, baby girl. I know. But this is important. You know I wouldn't go if it wasn't."

Sarah nods against his chest before pulling back, wiping tears from her eyes. She stands between Rose and me, watching Joel pull Ellie up into the saddle. Rose moves forward, brushing away some stray dirt on his pant leg and he leans down, kissing her once more.

"Remember what I told you, Joel."

"I will. I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

Winter progresses, Lara getting further along in her pregnancy leaving Jax looking utterly lost as to how to help her.

"Just get her whatever she asks for and make sure to rub her feet. Oh! And when her belly gets big, stand behind her and lift it up. Your mom loved that."

"I just hated it when you had to stop."

Jax's smile fades and he turns serious. "I'm just afraid this one won't stick, too."

I cup his face. "Oh baby, sometimes these things happen. It just wasn't meant to be. But I'm sure this one will be running around and calling me grandma in no time."

Thank God I was right. Lara has her baby just as the winter snows start to melt, a beautiful little girl they name Emma, after Lara's sister who died saving her on outbreak day. She immediately has Jax wrapped around her little finger.

Our house is loud again, baby sounds echoing off the wood boards. I couldn't be happier. Tommy feels the same, his face lighting up whenever he gets to see Emma.

"I always feel like we're imposing," Lara confesses as she rocks Emma to sleep.

"Never. You are never imposing. Even if you just need a moment for yourself, you bring her right over," I assure her.

"Thanks, Mrs. Mil-I mean, Daisy. Sorry, that's still weird to say."

The false spring ends, the final snows melting away as flowers and trees bloom. Tommy and I walk arm in arm down main street, intending on having a quick bite to eat at the restaurant before heading back to work. There's a small commotion at the main gate before it opens slightly. Tommy stops, pressing his hand above his eyes to shield them from the bright sun.

"Holy shit. It's Joel and Ellie."

We jog up to them, embracing them both. Something is different. Off, a little. I can tell something happened, but they're both back and safe and that's what we focus on. We head right into the clinic, Rose running and jumping into Joel's arms. He kisses her hard before setting her down, where she promptly breaks the kiss and punches his arm as hard as she can.

"Ow."

"Joel Miller, if you ever leave me again, I will find you and kill you myself. Do you understand me?"

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

We take Ellie for a meal, allowing Joel and Rose some time to themselves. She's a little quieter than normal, shoving food around her plate for a bit before eating.

"Hey. Everything ok?" I ask, trying to put no pressure on the question.

She shrugs. "Yeah. I guess I'm just disappointed things didn't work out."

I hesitate for a moment before grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "You are fucking brave for even trying it. You're a bad ass."

She chuckles. "A bad ass?"

"Hell yeah!"

She shifts a little in her chair before resuming eating, a little more eager than before. I'm not sure what what on between here and Salt Lake, but I hope they can both come to terms with it. I'm sure they will.

Emma sits on her father's lap, happily chewing on some food we'd cut for her from the absolute feast we've put together. Everyone is here, Jax and Lara and Emma, Eli and Juniper and Sarah, who is rounder than ever with their second child. Joel and Rose and Ellie, who asked to bring her new friend Dina along. We all sit at a big table out back, the late summer air warm but cooling as the sun sets whispering through the trees. The laughter is loud and smiles are all around as we all sit and chat long into the night. I push my chair against Tommy's, leaning my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. As I look out at everyone I can't help but be amazed and grateful that we're all here together, after all this life has thrown us, in this little corner of the world.

And how different my life would've been if some random drunk didn't hit on me at that bar, so many years ago.

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