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Oneshot

Midnight Love

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Dbf Tommy Miller x F!reader

Summary -> Your father throws a pool party to celebrate you coming home for the summer, his best friend Tommy sees you and realizes he can’t resist himself any longer.

Warning -> 18+ (minors DNI), mega smut, unprotected sex, oral (F receiving), creampie, fingering, swearing and just Tommy being a dirty man

Word count -> 2.9k

Reader’s POV:

You decided you wanted to come home for the summer, take a break from the terrible college dorms. Of course, your dad has to go all out for your arrival and host a huge pool party and barbecue. You would rather had a night with just him and maybe gone for a nice dinner, but that was never his style.

You arrived a few hours before the chaos begins. You decide while unpacking to change into something a little more fitting for the occasion. You put on a black bikini and as you begin to throw a sundress overtop, you hear your door open. You quickly turn around to see who it is, hopefully just your father, but to your surprise, it’s actually his best friend…. Tommy Miller.

He stands there for a moment in shock, just staring at you. Instinctively, he gazes up and down your body with his mouth open. He snaps out of his thoughts and quickly turns back around.

“Fuck, darlin, I’m sorry, I really need to learn to knock.”

Though you’re a little embarrassed, you just laugh back at him before replying, “Tommy, it’s just a bikini. You can turn back around.”

Hesitantly, he does and he looks at you again, trying to fight the arousal building inside him that he knows is wrong.

“Uh, okay-well, I just came up here to offer you a beer. Fuck— you look good,” he admits.

“Well, thank you,” you say before sliding your sundress over your head, but of course, it gets stuck over your head and you blindly try and get it to go on properly. That’s when you feel his hand on your waist and then his other grabbing the material of the dress to help you get it on. Once it’s not covering over your face, you realize how close he is and start to blush a little too hard.

You’ve had feelings for your father’s best friend, Tommy, since before you started college, but you always thought the possibility was out of reach considering the age difference, and well, also the fact that he is your dad’s best friend, but now you think to yourself that maybe the idea isn’t as far-fetched as you originally thought.

You both just stare at each other for a moment before you hear your father call out to you both from the hallway, and Tommy quickly backs up.

“Did you find her?” Your father says to Tommy before getting to the entrance to your bedroom. “Oh good, you can drag her downstairs now, time for beer, let’s go you slowpokes,” your dad teases you both, completely oblivious to the intense tension in the room.

Your dad walks away, and Tommy turns back to you and says, “Shall we?”

You nod and follow him downstairs, immediately grabbing the tequila and some shot glasses from the liquor cabinet. You hold them out to Tommy and ask if he wants a shot too.

“Fuck, darlin, are you trying to kill me?” he says with a smirk, but then agrees.

“Old man can’t handle a little shot of tequila? What happened to the party Tommy that dad is always telling me about?” you say with a laugh as you begin to pour out two shots.

“He went into retirement years ago, but I think he could make a little appearance tonight if you’re a good girl.”

This makes you choke on your own breath, and he laughs and takes the tequila shot and motions for you to grab yours. He lifts it off the counter and clinks it to your shot glass before you both pound the tequila back. You have no reaction; you’re a college student, so this isn’t a struggle for you. Tommy, on the other hand, twists his face in disgust and looks at you.

“Fuck , do you drink a lot of tequila at college or what? Is that what they’re teaching you out there?” he jokingly teases you.

You shrug your shoulders and answer, “Maybe I’m just not a pussy like you.”

He scoffs and shakes his head before taking a step closer to you, eyes slipping down to your lips as you lick the tequila off them.

Suddenly, you hear another voice, and both your heads snap. It’s Tommy’s older brother, Joel. Unlike your father, Joel immediately senses the tension in the room and gives you both a weird look.

“Everything okay in here?”

“Yup,” you answer just a little too quickly, you realize and quickly turn on your heels and grab a beer from the fridge and excuse yourself, saying you’re going to go out to the pool.

Once you reach the edge of the pool, you slide your sundress over your head and grab one of the floaties sitting on the edge of the pool. You throw it into the water before jumping in yourself. After a bit of struggle, you finally manage to get onto it and lay back to enjoy the sun.

With the music blasting out of the speaker, you don’t hear Tommy exit the house. He walks over to one of the poolside chairs and takes a seat, enjoying the view of you. Not long before your dad walks out, and they start talking. You glance over at them, and you can see Tommy fighting the urge to look at you, making you smirk a little as you bring your beer to your mouth and drink the last bit of liquid out of it.

“Boys, I’m in need of another beer. Which one of you is going to deliver?”

They both laugh, and you see Tommy get up and walk to the sliding door that leads to the kitchen. Your dad had followed behind him, said he still has some things to do before people start arriving. A minute later, Tommy returns and stands by the edge of the pool and stares at you.

“You going to come get it or what?”

“Oh well, I figured you could just bring it to me in here,” you tease him, not expecting him to actually do it. To your surprise, he places the beer on the ground and quickly pulls his shirt off, exposing his torso. You stare, your eyes follow his tanned skin down to his toned chest and his abs, and then down to his trail of hair that leads down into his shorts. You can’t take your eyes away, but before you know it, he’s jumping into the water. The waves from his landing knock you off the float and into the water.

When your head comes out of the water, you see him laughing at you. You roll your eyes and head in his direction. Trying to grab the beer from his hand, but he pulls it out of your reach, causing you to place your hand on his chest for stability as you get on your tiptoes to try and reach the bottle. You begin to lose balance, and Tommy notices and brings his hand to your waist to balance you. Both a little too close to each other, you feel his heart begin to race, and his breaths get heavier under your hand on his chest. Both of you just stand there staring at each other, but yet again, you hear your dad calling from the distance, and you both step away from each other quickly. You wish it was just the two of you so you could see this play out, but you know that’s not going to happen.

A few hours later:

The party is in full blast now. You’ve got a few of your friends from before college here, and you are all in the pool talking and taking tequila shots after tequila shots. Your body is buzzing now, and you can’t get Tommy out of your head. Your eyes search the backyard, and you see him sitting around the fire with your father and Joel, plus a few others you don’t know ever well.

You decide that you’re ready to get out of the pool, so you excuse yourself and grab your towel. Drunkenly passing Tommy and heading inside to change out of your swimsuit. Once you are in your room, you strip and wrap the towel around you. Then, you hear a knock at your door.

“Come in,” you say, assuming it’s one of your friends, but when the door opens, you see Tommy walk in and close the door behind him, locking it.

He just stares at you, eyes racking up and down your body. He doesn’t know why he followed you, but he just couldn’t stop himself.

You feel the liquor hard and it gives you maybe a little too much confidence, and you drop your towel to the ground. Watching Tommy’s face, his jaw drops and a groan comes out of him. You can feel the wetness building between your thighs. He doesn’t move, and you start to feel a bit embarrassed, thinking that maybe you got the wrong impression and made a really bad decision. You try and cover yourself with your hands, but Tommy walks up to you, grabbing both your wrists.

“No, don’t cover up. You’re so fucking gorgeous, darlin’. Lemme look at you, please,” he says in a low and heated voice before dropping your wrists and bringing his hands to your waist. Then they move up your body, his calloused hands scratching at your skin, and you feel your breath trapped in your lungs. You press your thighs together without realizing, and he notices, looking down at your naked body before bringing his eyes back to yours.

You’re the one that moves this time, grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him towards you, crashing your lips together.

You open your mouth, allowing him to slide his tongue in, and you respond by pressing your tongue against his, and this gets a moan out of him.

He pulls back for a second, heavy breathes as he manages to speak, “Are you sure this is okay? Don’t want you to do something that you regret because you’re drunk.”

“Tommy, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this,” you speak out in a whisper, and that’s all the convincing he needs. He pulls his shirt off before bringing his lips back yours. He grabs your waist and pushes you backwards, and your knees hit the front of your bed, causing you to fall back so that you’re back on the mattress. You both shuffle up the bed so that you’re lying in the middle, his body pushing fully against yours, and you can feel his erection fighting against his jeans.

You reach your hands down and try to unbutton his jeans, but your hands are shaking and you can’t seem to get it. He smirks on your lips before pulling away and standing up, swiftly undoing his jeans and pulling them and his boxer down, and they lie on the floor next to your towel.

He wastes no time coming back to you, his lips on your neck making you moan, then they travel down to your breasts. He places an open-mouth kiss on the one, using his tongue on it, causing your hips to buck towards him. He takes the hint that you need him, and his kissing continues down your body, now his head between your thighs. You look down at him, and he’s looking up at you.

“Can I taste you, baby? Please,” he asks, but it sounds more like a beg.

You nod, and he immediately brings a kiss down onto your dripping core, taking your clit in his mouth. Sucking on it while flicking his tongue back and forth, your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure, and your hips start to grind onto his face, but he takes his hands and places them on your hips to hold you still. Moans leave your mouth, forgetting that there is a party going on downstairs. You take your hands and cover your mouth to try and hide the sounds of your moans, but you secretly hope that the loud music downstairs will drown them out for you.

Tommy moans on you, and the vibrations cause you to whine his name. He then takes his fingers and slams them into you, no warning. Just him filling you with his long fingers; he goes at a torturing pace as he continues to attack your clit with his mouth, and you are barely holding on. Your pussy starts to flutter on his fingers, and he can tell you’re close.

He takes his mouth off you to catch his breath and speaks out to you, “I can feel how close you are, baby—fuck-cum on my face, please. Need you to.”

Before you can respond, his mouth is back on you and you can feel yourself start to unwind. Moan after moan leaving your mouth, you curse his name out and he lets out a long moan. This is what sends you over the edge and you break, orgasm pulling through your whole body as you begin to shake and your pussy squeezes down on his fingers and you release on them and his tongue. He doesn’t stop right away, but after a moment he pulls his fingers out and takes his tongue and licks along your folds and collects your arousal on his tongue before pulling back and looking back up at you.

“You taste so fuckin sweet, could eat this pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You might be my new favourite meal” he says before moving up and taking your lips on his. You can taste yourself on him and you moan again.

As he kisses you, you feel his hard cocks pressing through your wet folds as he tries to get some release.

“Tommy-I-I need you, I need all of you” you whisper in his ear before placing a kiss on his neck and pulling the skin between your teeth to leave a mark.

“Are you sure” he asks you.

“Yes-yes I’m sure. Please Tommy” you practically beg him.

He nods and brings a hand to your face and the other down to his cock aligning himself with your entrance and slowly he begins to push inside you.

The stretch is intense but it doesn’t hurt, it feels so good and by the way Tommy jaw goes slack and his eyes roll, you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

Once his hips are flushed with yours he stays there for a moment just enjoying your warmth, but you need more. You start to push your hips against his trying to get some movement.

Suddenly his lips are back on yours as you feel his cock slide out of you so that just the tip is still inside you, then he slams back into you and it nearly knocks the air right out of your lungs. He continues at this pace and both of you moan into each other’s mouths, completely lost in each other’s bliss. He feels you start to flutter on his cock and he knows that you are close and he knows he isn’t far behind you but he wants to try something else before this is over.

He stops and you let out a whine, then suddenly he’s flipping you so that you are straddled on his lab. The new angle causes you to moan, you can feel him push deeper into you.

You start to bounce up and down on him, he can feel your ass jiggle every time you slam back down on him. He brings his hands to your ass and helps you build up speed.

Moans leave his mouth as he throws his head back. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm as your legs start to give out on you. He takes this moment to begin pounding up into you at a fast pace, he then takes his one hand and brings it to your clit, rubbing circles on it.

You begin to fall apart, bringing yourself closer to him and sliding your arms around his neck. Foreheads pushing on each other as you look into his eyes as you fall apart.

“Fuck Tommy, I-I’m cumming” you practically scream out, again forgetting your father is just outside.

“Let go for me darling, let me feel you” he groans in response.

Your second orgasm, more intense than the first comes over you and you can’t control the noises leaving your mouth.

Tommy’s thrusts start to get messier and he moans out to you, “fuck baby, I’m gonna come. Where do you want me.”

You quickly respond “Inside, I’m on birth control. Please Tommy”

That’s all he needs to throw him into his own orgasm as he thrusts up into you and pushes your hips down so that he is as deep as he can go as he releases into you.

You can feel him twitching inside you as his warm release fills you up and both moan loudly again.

He doesn’t move, enjoying you as his cock starts to soften inside of you. Finally, you roll off him and onto your back beside him.

You look over at him, he looks out of it.

You are the first to speak. “So, that happened,” you laughed.

He smiles and laughs with you. “Yes, it did, and I hope it happens again.”

You blush and say, “Well, we better get back before a search party comes for us, if they haven’t started looking already. Hopefully, no one heard us.”

He nods and replies, “Even if they did , it was worth it. Never felt something so good in my life.”

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How he always look so good😫😩

hey, kitty-kitty-kitty [incomplete wet Joel Miller icons collection <3]

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Masterlist: It's Always Been You

Joel Miller x F!reader

Short Summary -> Thing’s went to shit so fast you didn’t have time to think about what he was saying to you. “You need to pack your shit up, right now if you want to come with us” your neighbour Joel Miller says to you. What is he talking about? You figure you don’t have the time to stand there and ask 20 question, so you listen to him.

This story follows the Miller family as the readers neighbour when the outbreak happens. Some plot twist happens and it it steers away from The Last of Us main storyline. While some ideas might be taken from the game/show. Most of it will be original content.

Is available to read on Wattpad/AO3 as well! Account is the same: Sassconvict

This is my first fan fic so let me know what you think! Enjoy!!!

Word count (so far)-> 22,373

Warnings-> Swearing, family member death, mention of drunk driver, car crash, knives, blood, gunshot/death, alcohol, kissing, 18+ (minors DNI) smut, oral (f. receiving), fingering, grinding/dry humping, crying, mention of family members death, unprotected sex, handjob, gunshot wound, drugs and alcohol use

Will add more warnings as needed

Chapter 1 -> The Beginning of the End

Chapter 2 -> It's a Start

Chapter 3 -> New Neighbour?

Chapter 4 -> Keep It

Chapter 5 -> Picture Perfect

Chapter 6 -> Sudden Tears

Chapter 7 -> Neighbourly Offerings

Chapter 8 -> Driven Apart

Chapter 9 -> We Ain't Bit

Chapter 10 -> Bitter Welcome

Chapter 11 -> Grieving

Chapter 12 -> Alone Again

Thanks:)

@lowrisemiller @grayandthyme

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Oneshot

Distraction

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Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: Joel offers to help you study but ends up being more of a distraction…

Warnings: This is purely smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk

Word count -> 1.7k

You’re sitting sprawled out on Joel’s living room floor, papers scattered all around you, textbooks stacked on each other, and your pencil case empty with its contents filling up more space on the floor.

Joel walks in, but you don’t even notice him; you’ve taken the saying “head in the books” to a whole new meaning and you are fully unaware of anything around you.

He speaks out to you, “Hey baby, how’s the studying going?” He grabs a beer from the fridge while he waits for your response, but it never comes. He then walks over to you and waves his hand in front of your face to get your attention.

“Hello? Are you there?” He says while laughing, and this finally breaks you out of your trance.

You shake your head and reply to him, “Oh hey, when did you get home?” Totally oblivious to the fact he has been trying to talk to you for the past couple of minutes.

He rolls his eyes, “Just a couple of minutes ago, how’s the studying going?”

You look up from your study notes to meet his eyes, “It’s-uhh-it’s going. I just feel like I keep reading over the same things over and over, and it’s just leaving my brain immediately,” you say as you let out a sigh.

“Maybe you should take a break,” Joel says as he walks over and sits on the couch behind you and starts to rub your shoulder.

His touch alone causes a shiver down your spine, and the way his hands work out the knots that have built in your shoulders and neck from hunching over studying all day brings a soft moan out of you.

Joel laughs, “Yeah? Does that feel good? And before you can answer him, he speaks again, “I know it feels good, darling.”

You take your hand and reach back to place it on his.

“It feels so good, babe, but I can’t take a break yet. Need to do a bit more, and then I’ll call it quits for the night, okay?”

“Whatever you say, darlin, want me to help you?” Joel asks you.

His question surprises you a bit and gets a quiet laugh out of you, but Joel can tell by the way your shoulders moved under his hands that you were laughing at the suggestion.

“And what’s so funny about that, huh?” He asks teasingly as he takes his hands from your shoulders, uses them to shove the textbooks and papers sitting beside you, and takes their spot on the ground.

“No-no, it’s not funny,” you try and play it off, but he can tell when you are lying because you let out a little giggle after the words leave your mouth.

He takes his hands and grabs you by the shin to turn your face to his, “You don’t think I would be any help?”

You look into his eyes and place your hand on his thigh, causing his eyes to flicker down to where your hand sits.

“I never said that— I just think that maybe you’d be more of— um— a distraction,” you finally admit to him, and this causes him to scoff and release your chin from his hands.

“Me? A distraction? I don’t think so, darling. Pass me your notes, I’ll quiz you” he offers.

You play into his game and pass him your notebooks, and he begins to ask you questions, but he finds himself having trouble pronouncing some of the words.

“Fuck, my girl is so smart. You know what these all mean?”

“Well, I’m trying, but you stole my notes from me,” you say back with a laugh mixed in.

“Hmm, guess you’re right,” Joel replied before sliding the notebook on the floor over to the other side of the room, “whoops, looks like the notebook is saying it’s time for a break.”

You shake your head and smile at him, “Is that so?”

“Yup.”

You both stare at each other for a moment; you can see the need in his eyes, and finally, he moves towards you and closes the distance. Catching your mouth with his, he kisses you hungrily and slips his tongue into your mouth, which causes a moan to slip out, and you push your tongue against his.

He breaks the kiss and sits back for a second before reaching behind you and moving all of your study material out of the way before coming back and kissing you again. The kiss deepens and he pushes you slightly so that your back is on the floor now. Your legs are spread with him between them, you can feel his hardening cock press against you and your body is on fire and you realize you need him.

It’s like he hears your thoughts because he pushes himself on you, causing friction and gaining a moan from both of you. He continues to push his now very hard cock on you and you can feel how soaked you are just from this.

He moans into your mouth before breaking the kiss and sitting back a bit to look down between you, he notices the wet spot on his jeans from your arousal and he groans and looks back to your face.

“So fucking wet for me huh? Knew you needed a break” he says in a low voice, he sounds so sexy when he’s worked up like this.

“Joel-please” you practically whine at him.

He slowly brings his hands lower, tracing his fingers down your body and stopping right before he reaches where he knows you need him.

“Please what”

“Please touch me-fuck I need you, please Joel”

He hums as his fingers finally touch your aching core, bringing his finger through your folds and collecting your arousal on his fingers before bringing them to his mouth. He looks you in the eyes as he puts his finger with your wetness into his mouth.

“Fuck baby you taste so good, how’d I get so lucky”

He brings his lips back to yours and you can taste yourself on your lips, you then feel his finger make their way back down to your dripping core. You buck your hips trying to get more from him but he shakes his head.

“So fucking impatient, you need me that badly huh”

You don’t reply, just nod and grab the top of his shoulder and pull him closer to you.

He gives in and you can feel his finger push into you and it’s like something ignites in you. Moans start leaving your mouth as he adds his other finger and circles your clit with his thumb.

“So good for me, squeezing my fingers. You’re so fucking tight.”

His words are making you fall apart, and you can feel yourself coming closer and closer to your release.

“Oh baby, you’re so close, come for me please. Wanna feel you come on my fingers”

This sends you completely over the edge; your legs start to shake, and you moan out his name as your orgasm hits its peak.

His fingers don’t slow down; he carries you through your orgasm, and when it almost gets too much, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth again.

“So fucking sweet, you think you can handle more? I need to fucking feel you, baby.”

You nod rapidly at him and reach for the button and zipper of his jeans.

“So eager,” he says as he pulls off his pants and his boxers before standing up and putting his hand out to you. You take it, and he pulls you off the floor and guides you over into the kitchen, where he pushes you so that your body is bent over the kitchen table before swiping his length through your slick folds before pushing himself inside you.

You immediately let out a moan as he stretches you out, your pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck—feels so good, Joel,” you say before letting out another moan as he pulls out and slams back into you.

“Feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby, could do this for hours.”

One of his hands sits on your waist, while the other is on your lower back, pushing you against the table as he slams into you repeatedly. He curses and moans your name, and this causes you to let out a loud moan. His fast pace is beginning to make your knees shake, but he doesn’t stop. He takes his hand that is on your waist and brings it to your clit, where he starts rubbing circles on it, causing you to push up against his hand on your back, needing him to be closer. He grabs onto your neck and holds you so that your back is pushed against his chest, and he continues to fuck you.

You can feel another orgasm creeping up on you, and he can tell by the way your legs start to give out and your eyes shut tightly. Non-stop moans are leaving your mouth now.

“I can feel how close you are, let go for my baby, I’ve got you.”

A few more thrusts and circles of his thumb on your clit, and you’re sent over the edge. You couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this does right now. Your pussy is clenching down on his cock as you release on him, and he groans loudly before feeling him twitch inside you, and you know he is about to cum.

“Fill me up, Joel, I need you to cum for me.”

This is all he needed because he plunges deep in you, and you feel his release begin to fill you up. He thrusts a few more times before coming to a stop. His head lays on your shoulder as he catches his breath before pulling out of you.

“Fuck, you’re are going to be the death of me, woman,” he says as he laughs.

And you reply while rolling your eyes, “What about me? I was supposed to be studying. Study break is over.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be taking another study break soon, darling,” he teases you and winks before coming up to you and placing a kiss on your lips again.

***AN: Okay first Oneshot, sorry if it’s short and feels rushed. Didn’t have a lot of time but wanted to write something 😏

Hope you like it

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Oneshot

Bruised Hand

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Teenage Joel Miller x Teenage F!reader

Summary -> Joel gets into it at home and you see him the next day at school.

Warning -> Parental abuse, physical violence, swearing

Word count -> 700

Idea from @grayandthyme 😏

Joel’s POV:

You’re standing in the kitchen when you hear the front door swing open and slam shut. Your father is swearing Tommy’s name as he stomps up the stairs to his bedroom. You run quickly to catch him. As you race up the stairs, you hear him slamming his fists against Tommy’s door after realizing it was locked.

You push yourself between the door of your brother’s room and your father and attempt to shove him away.

“Leave him the fuck alone,” you scream at him, but this just seems to make him want to get to Tommy more.

“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me, boy. Now get the fuck outta my way. That fucking boy needs to learn a lesson or two.” Your father yells back at you as he attempts to shove you out of the way.

“I won’t let you hurt him!” You say before winding your fist back and placing a mediocre punch to your father’s face.

He steps back and rubs his face. “Fuck sakes, you gonna take the beating for your little shit of a brother then, huh?”

Suddenly, you feel his fist collide with your face, and the impact sends you to the ground. He doesn’t stop there. After you harshly collide with the ground, he sends a kick to your side, and you scream out in pain, a tear rolling down your face as he speaks up again.

“Are you done testing me, boy, or do I need to keep going?”

You don’t reply, just slowly try to get up. Then you hear the doorknob to your brother’s room turn slowly as he peeks out the small crack in his door, opening it wide open when he sees you with blood dripping from your face.

“Tommy, don’t come out here!” You yell, but it’s too late. Your father kicks you back on the ground before he runs into Tommy’s room, slamming and locking the door behind him.

You crawl over to the door, banging on it while begging your father to leave Tommy alone. But you know he can’t stop this from happening, so you sit there praying that he won’t get it too bad.

You don’t even know what Tommy did this time. You don’t care. You’ll always protect your brother, no matter what.

The next day:

Reader’s POV:

You enter your first period classroom early, like always. Taking your seat before looking over to see Joel Miller entering the room, you immediately notice the gash on his face and how he walks with a slight limp. He must have gotten in another fight with his brother, you thought.

He looks over to you, eyes catching yours as he offers a slight smile and a little wave before coming over and taking the desk right beside you. You notice the bruises on his hand, and this makes you frown at him.

“Hey Joel, you okay?” You ask him.

He nods, “Yeah, just got into it a bit at home, but it’s not anything I’m not used to.”

This reply makes you feel a little sick. You want to ask more but decide not to pry.

“Can I see your hand?” You ask him quietly.

He hesitates before putting his hand out in front of yours. Instead of grabbing it, though, you place your palm up against his and let out a laugh at the difference in size.

He smiles before taking his fingers and curls them over the top of yours to show how big his hands really are.

He laughs this time before saying, “Cute little hands you have. I bet they fit perfectly holding mine.”

This makes you blush hard. You look away a little embarrassed, but he moves his hand and turns your face to him again.

“Thanks for asking if I was alright. It’s nice to know someone cares,” he confesses to you while looking deep into your eyes.

You smile again and answer him, “I’ll always care, Joel.”

You then hear other people enter the class, and you are broken out of your moment as he pulls his hand away and rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, if it means anything, I care about you too. A lot.”

You don’t say anything yet. You just smile brightly at him, blush creeping back onto your skin.

“That means a lot more than you think it does.”

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Hellooooo... I am sass (my name and state of mind)

This is the first story I have ever attempted to write, so please be kind🥹

This story begins with Joel and Sarah being your neighbours when the outbreak happens. You go with them and Tommy and some plot twists happen..

This story doesn't directly follow the storyline of the game or the show, some ideas may be taken from it but this is all original content. I want to have Ellie in this as well eventually, and tie it all together but also wanting to steer away from the main storyline and create one of my own.

@grayandthyme @lowrisemiller

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel Miller x f!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End.

Word count -> 1125 Warnings -> just some swearing in this chapter

September 26th, 2003

Reader’s POV

You woke up still on the couch, must have fallen asleep while watching TV again, and you suddenly are met with this twisting knot inside my stomach. Something was wrong. You turn your head to look out the window as you hear a loud screeching sound that was followed by a loud bang. You had just watched as a car flipped and hit the house across the street.

What the hell is happening out there? You get off the couch and walk towards your sliding door and begin to open it when your neighbour Joel Miller appears in front of you.

"You need to pack up your shit right now if you want to come with us," he yells through the door. He looks like he had seen something terrible. His eyes were dark and for a second you could sense fear behind his eyes. You nod your head at him and immediately turn on your heels and run to your bedroom.

You aren't even sure of what the fuck is going on so you scramble to throw things in a bag that you think might be useful. A flashlight with batteries that are probably soon to be dead, some random clothes you picked up off the floor. You aren't even too sure if they are clean or not.

You run around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to grab things, then you hear a loud bang on your door followed by Joel yelling "We gotta go right fucking now" through the now opened door.

You run down the stairs nearly falling as you race to the door to meet Joel. He looks at you with those dark eyes again, and you see it for sure this time. He is terrified, and you still don't know why.

He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you to the front of his house, where you see his brother Tommy yelling in your direction and Joel's daughter Sarah crying in the backseat of Joel's truck. Once you reach the truck, Joel tells you to get in the back with Sarah, and you do that. As he pulls out of the driveway and begins to drive away, you see Joel finally release the breath he had been holding.

You grab Joel's shoulder and finally ask, "Okay, what the actual fuck is going on? Because like 15 minutes ago I was peacefully napping on my couch." And before they even have the chance to answer, you spot someone on the street, fuck they don't look too good, and that's when they run up and take a fucking chunk out of Adam, your down-the-street neighbour.

Your jaw drops to the fucking ground. With your hand still on Joel's shoulder, he reaches up, and his touch on your hand makes you jump back into reality. He says, "I told you we needed to get out of here."

You guys continue to drive until you have nowhere left to go. Joel starts to panic, and you can see the worry in Tommy's eyes. Sarah is still crying, so you grab her and hold her in your arms. That's when someone hits the truck, and it starts barreling down the road. Everything goes dark for a minute, but you slowly come to it. You realize you are trapped in the truck with Sarah still beside you.

She whines as you notice her leg is crushed between parts of the truck. Fuck.  Joel grabs Sarah as carefully as he can while Tommy gives you a hand getting out. You don't feel any major injuries, thank god. The truck catches fire, and quickly the infected-looking people start to take notice of us.

Tommy yells "Joel, get Sarah out of here. Go towards the river," you nod, agreeing with him as he hands you a gun that he must have grabbed.

"Don't worry, we will meet you there!" You yell at Joel, and he runs off with Sarah in his arms.

You fight back a couple of the infected with Tommy, and you guys make your way down the path you saw Joel take. You realize that your adrenaline is starting to crash, and you notice the gash on your leg and begin to limp. Tommy looks back at you with concern in his eyes, but you wave him off, but he doesn't listen and wraps his arm around you and helps you run. Then suddenly you stop.

You see a soldier pointing their gun at Joel and Sarah. He hasn't spotted you or Tommy yet, so you go off to the side, and before the soldier has a chance to finish his conversation on the radio, you shoot him right in his fucking knee cap. He falls to the ground screaming in pain.

You limp over to Sarah and Joel as fast as you can and give them the biggest hug. Tommy walks over to the soldier and starts demanding answers to what the fuck is going on, the soldier offers nothing useful, so Tommy finishes him off and takes his gun, throwing the one he was using over to Joel.

We all stare at each other, not knowing what to do next. That's when you notice the army vehicle the soldier had been using and run over it to see the keys still in the car.  Joel and Tommy notice your movements and they grab Sarah and run over to the vehicle, Joel grabbing the key from you and ushering you to get in the back with Sarah.

Joel begins to drive, where? I don't think he even knows, but Tommy's got the map out trying to act like he knows how to read it. You feel Sarah's head fall onto your arm and you look down to find she's fallen asleep. She might be one of the bravest girls you've ever met. You see Joel look at you through the rear view mirror and you make eye contact for just a quick second before putting his attention back on the road.

You finally break the silence in the car, "Do we have the slightest idea what we are going to do?" You ask them.

Joel looks back at you through the rear view mirror “Tommy and I will figure something out” he replies to you before putting his eyes back on the road. What a fucking mess you thought to yourself.

You let out a sigh and decide you should follow in Sarah's footsteps and try and get some sleep before you lose the opportunity.

Next-> Chapter 2: It's a Start

AN: I’m still trying to get used to using this app so if something looks off, let me know!

Also sorry if this chapter felt a little rushed, will probably come back to it eventually and add some stuff.

[sassconvict]

It’s Always Been You

Joel Miller x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 12: Alone Again

Word Count -> 2.9K

Warnings -> 18+ smut (Minors DNI), oral (f receiving), lot’s of swearing and arguing 😬

Your POV:

It took about 2 days before Joel was back on his bullshit, the apologies and I love you confessions had no chance against the grief Joel was feeling.

Your couple of days free from the medical centre were short-lived, you headed back to work with little to no enthusiasm to be there and Henry was quick to notice. It didn't help that Joel decided he wanted to pick a fight with you this morning right as you were getting ready to leave. Something along the lines of "What do you expect me to do while you are at that damn clinic almost 24/7?" which is complete bullshit, which is what you told him. He didn't appreciate that answer, so you told him to go find a job around the QZ or something useful instead of being on my back all the time about things I can no longer control.

You assume when you return at the end of your long day that either he listened to you and found something to do or was at the bar drinking again, not caring which one it was you went to bed. When you wake up the next morning to get ready for another day at the clinic, you find him passed out on the couch covered in dirt and dry blood.

You decide not to even engage with him on this, leaving him passed out on the couch as you leave the apartment unit, but making sure to slam the door when you do so that he knows you saw him.

You walk through the doors of the clinic and are immediately greeted with chaos, and people running around you. Finally, you see Henry walk into the area and you flag him down, "What's going on? Where do you need me?" you ask.

"We've got a girl in her mid-20s it looks like in the 3rd examination room on the right, a gunshot wound to the abdomen. Can you handle that, might need surgery" he replies.

You swallow and reply "Yeah of course I'll head over there now". All you can think is, what if it's Sarah?

Immediately upon entering the room, you can quickly deduce that it is indeed not Sarah. This girl looks younger than sorry and lacks her gorgeous dark curly hair and dark skin. You picture Sarah in your head and get lost in thought for a moment before the medical centre staff member yells out to you, “Doctor, we need you over here right now!"

You run over to the bedside and begin your evaluation. She had a gunshot wound to the abdomen and was losing blood quickly. “Can we get some O neg in here!” You yell out to the “nurse” standing in the doorway, and she turns quickly to get that for you. When she returns, you start the transfusion and try to control the bleeding, but you can’t seem to get ahead of it. The heart monitors start to scream at you, indicating she’s lost her pulse. You yell out, “Starting CPR!” As you get on top of her and start doing chest compressions.

After doing compressions for a while and the first transfusion, you call the time of death. In a perfect world, you would have given her more blood and continued CPR, but you’re running on a limited supply and have a protocol to follow.

You get off the young girl once you stop CPR and unhook her from all the machines before pulling the sheet over her head and calling the soldier in to take the body away.

You let out a loud sigh before walking back into the hallway and over to yours and Henry’s office so you can sit down for a moment before they call you back into the hell hole. You place your face into the palm of your hands as you try to hold the tears back. You saw a lot of intense shit while being a doctor before the outbreak, but somehow it never measures up to the things you’ve seen since getting to the Kansas City QZ.

When you worked in Austin, you mostly just clipped a lot of aneurysms and did a lot of tumour resections. The occasional trauma when you worked the ER or when you were on call, and for the most part it was almost exclusively head traumas. Though you did a full rotation in the intern and resident years of your surgical residency, it had been a long time since you’d done a lot of the things that you do here in the QZ. Back at your job in Austin, you were also provided with a more than adequately stocked hospital, while here at the medical centre, you were lucky if you had the basics. No major surgeries, not because you didn’t have the equipment but because you didn’t have properly trained staff to pull it off.

The QZ soldiers had raided a nearby hospital before you even arrived, they got hospital beds, medication, IVs and other miscellaneous hospital supplies but it wasn’t enough, it’s beginning to run low now. You and Henry have sat in front of the leaders of the QZ to express these thoughts with them but “the closest hospital isn’t close enough” they say. While you find that to be a load of bullshit, you don’t bother arguing with them because it ain’t gonna get you nowhere, so you bite your tongue and move on.

The rest of the day wasn’t as hectic, just a few people coming in for a variety of different reasons, no more losses though thankfully. Once the sun started to go down, Henry came to relieve you from work. He lived at the medical centre, and by that, he does live there. He never takes a break, he blames it on the fact that he doesn’t have anyone waiting for him at home which has always brought a frown to your face but he is a very stubborn man and there is no persuading him out of his ways.

Once you finally give in to Henry’s persuasion for you to go home, you grab your bag and start walking back to your apartment. In your head, you hope that Joel isn’t there lying on that damned couch. But with your luck, that isn’t the case as you lay your eyes open, he’s passed out on the couch.

You let out a quiet laugh while rolling your eyes before slamming the front door closed. This immediately causes Joel to jump, eyes opening wide and glaring at you. He is met with your smug smile; you are feeling petty tonight, and having woken him up makes something inside light up.

He quickly stands up on his feet and starts walking up to you; he looks down at your body and sees the blood on your clothes from work but chooses to ignore it and keeps walking closer, right until he is so close that he pushes you against the wall.

Unable to move, he feels power over you, and this brings a smirk onto his lips. He likes being in control—he looks down at you as you fight to meet his gaze; he grabs your face and forces it up so that your eyes meet his. You try and turn your eyes in the opposite direction; he starts pushing against you harder, trying to force you to look at him again and finally give in.

You bring your eyes back up to him, and he brings his hand up to your neck and applies slight pressure, causing a quiet moan to slip past your lips. He pushes his hips against yours.

Your mouth opens and lets out another moan and brings his lip to your neck and starts sucking on the sensitive skin, pulling the skin into his mouth before using his teeth to leave a mark on your skin. He brings his lips close to your ear and whispers “Jump”; you hesitate for a second before jumping up so that his hands can grab you. Squeezing your ass as he continues to push you into the wall, this time taking your lips in his. Sliding his tongue past your lips, you push against it with your tongue, causing a groan to come from him.

He pulls you from against the wall and places you on the table just a couple of feet away from where he previously held you against the wall. Placing you down and dipping his head to give a kiss to your inner thigh while looking up at you through his eyelashes, waiting for you to stop him, but you don’t. He takes his mouth and gives a kiss to your heated core, still covered by your leggings. His name starts leaving your mouth along with needy moans, you feel his smirk before he pulls his face away from between your thighs grabbing the waistband of your leggings and pulling them down your legs to remove them, throwing them on the floor before bringing his face back to yours before pressing a needy kiss against your lips, pulling away again, kissing your neck, down to your chest and then to your stomach before looking back up at you and bringing a kiss to the inside of your thighs. This causes your hips to buck forward, trying to get any type of release as he continues to tease you.

Finally, after hearing you whine his name, he brings his warm lips to your dripping core. Bringing an open-mouth kiss to your swollen clit before sucking on it and swirling his tongue. You start to lose control of your body and begin grinding against his face, you can feel a smirk build on his lips from your actions.

He pulls his mouth off you, looking up through his eyelashes to meet your gaze. You begin to whine at the loss of contact, but just as quickly as he stopped, he started again. This time he brings his fingers up to your core and pushes them inside you, the stretch causes your back to arch into him. While still looking at you he brings his lips back to your sensitive clit and begins flicking his tongue at a torturous pace. He feels your legs begin to shake and your walls begin to tighten around his fingers, he can feel you close to your orgasm so he quickens up his pace.

You feel yourself reaching your high, you moan his name over and over. You no longer have control of your body, at this moment he holds all the control and you hate it but love it so much at the same time. He lets out a deep moan and the vibration from his mouth on you sends you over the edge in less than a second. Your walls clench hard on his fingers and he feels your arousal release on him but he continues, dragging your orgasms out before finally pulling his fingers out and licking down your entrance to collect all your arousal on his tongue.

He pulls away and starts to undo his jeans but before he can pull them down, a loud banging at the door startles both of you. The banging is then accompanied by a voice.

“Joel! Are you in there?” A woman’s voice calls out and you immediately jump up and throw your leggings back on while glaring at him.

“Joel, who the fuck is that?” You try and whisper but it turns into something more.

He pulls his hands over his face before shaking his head and replying, “I’m sorry” as he walks over to the door while buttoning his jeans back up.

He opens the door and a woman, around his age is standing there. “There you are,” she says before looking back at you awkwardly like she didn’t know you would be there. She speaks up again “Oh hey Doctor, umm- nice to finally meet you.”

You stand there so lost in what the fuck is going on, you scoff “Oh is it, and who the fuck are you?”

She steps past Joel and you now see the blood soaking through her shirt, “I’m Tess, I’m a— a friend of Joel’s” she replies to you as she pulls out a chair from the table and takes a seat like she has the right to even be sitting in your apartment.

“A friend? Well funny because Joel ain’t ever mentioned a friend named Tess before, but from what it sounds like, he’s mentioned me to you huh?” You yell back at the two of them.

You can see the panic on Joel’s face. He’s been caught and he doesn’t know what to say, but he finally manages to say something: “Baby, it’s not what it looks like, okay.” He tries to grab your hand, but you yank it away. You look at Tess and notice she is refraining from looking at you. You can’t believe the scene that’s unfolding in front of you.

You take several steps back, rage beginning to take over your body. “Okay, well, ‘Joel’s friend Tess’,” you say with air quotes to indicate you can tell this is a load of bullshit. “What the fuck are you doing at my apartment looking for my boyfriend?”

She quickly looks at Joel, like she didn’t know that this was a shared apartment or that the two of you were dating. She just knew of you and from Joel’s lack of friends that’s why she assumed you were the Doctor he came in with. “Well, as you can see, I’ve got a bit of a situation here,” she says, pointing at the giant growing blood stain on her shirt. “I knew Joel had a pretty stocked-up first aid kit here, so I came to use it, but I get the feeling that the first aid kit might belong to you?”

You shake your head again, not knowing what to even reply to her. “Yeah, you’d be fucking correct in assuming that, and why the hell couldn’t you go to the clinic, huh?”

She hesitates before responding to you. “Well, this injury didn’t exactly come from within the QZ walls.”

Holy fuck is this woman serious? “What the fuck, you need to get the fuck out of here. I cannot have some smugglers just sitting at my kitchen table.”

Tess looks at Joel again, but his eyes are locked on you, and finally, it all clicks.

You walk up to Joel, shoving him hard and yelling at him. “Is that what you’ve been doing these past few nights? You’re going past the walls smuggling with this fucking stranger. You’ve brought her into our apartment! Jesus Christ, Joel, have you fucking lost it?”

You step back and take a breath to collect yourself before speaking to both of them, but mostly to Joel. “You both need to get the fuck out of my apartment right now.”

Joel takes a step towards you, but you throw your hand out and stop him. “Get your fucking shit out of my apartment, Joel. I can’t deal with you right now. I can’t fucking believe you.”

“Your apartment? I thought this was our apartment.”

You laugh. “Our apartment, funny. And what have you done to make this apartment any bit yours, huh? I slave away at that clinic while you sit here drinking, and now apparently spending your time with other women doing things that could get us both killed!” “The only reason they gave us this apartment and even let us stay is because I’m a doctor, for fuck sake.”

He takes another step, and you snap, running over to the bedroom and pulling his stuff out of the drawers. “Here’s a head start. I’m going to leave for an hour, and when I get back, I want to be like you were never here. You can go figure it out on your own and leave me the fuck alone. I don’t want to fucking see you, do you understand?”

He doesn’t answer, so you yell at him again. “I said, do you fucking understand?”

He quietly answers, “Yeah, I understand.”

You leave the room and go towards the doors, throwing on your jacket and sliding on your shoes before turning to Tess. “And you… You can get the fuck out right now and go find someone else’s medical supplies to steal.” She nods and gets up, but you open and slam the door in her face before she can follow behind you.

Tears fill your eyes. You quickly walk away from the once-shared apartment.

You find yourself coincidentally at the bar where he probably met Tess. Pounding back drinks, and waiting for an hour to pass by, it may be the longest hour of your life, but finally, it passes.

You drunkenly make your way back to your apartment, unlocking and opening the door. Once inside, you look down and see Joel’s key. He slid it back under the door when he locked up.

You look around, and it indeed looks like he was never here. You know that’s what you said you wanted, but the tears start coming anyway as the life you’ve known for so long finally comes apart.

Previous -> Chapter 11: Grieving

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 8: Driven Apart

Word count -> 2,436 Warnings -> 18+ smut(minors DNI), unprotected sex, handjob, fingering, gunshots, gunshot wounds, bleeding

8 Years after the outbreak:

Reader's POV:

The past 8 years you've all been super lucky. You’ve had contact with a few dozen infected, but you all were strong and fought them off. You and Joel's relationship has kept strong over the years. You wouldn't want to be spending your days with anyone else. Tommy is as annoying as ever, and Sarah is so grown up now; she's 20 now. Where the fuck did all the time go?

You give the boys props; coming to their cabin was probably the best idea either of them has ever had, but as we all know. Luck runs out sooner or later, and sometimes there isn't anything you can do about that.

You haven't had any contact with any people over the years, other than the people you've heard on the radio. Mostly military gets picked up on their transmissions; they call themselves FEDRA. From the sounds of it, they have a big "quarantine zone" in Kansas City, Missouri, which is around an 8-hour drive, 8 days if you're walking. We had no idea what it was like over there, and we had been doing fine on our own here, so we never really considered going there an option, well until it was an option.

Today was just like any other day. You woke up with Joel's arms wrapped around you, and he attacked you with kisses once he realized you were awake. "Good morning, my love," he whispered into your ear, which put butterflies in your stomach and made you feel so safe and loved.

You began to push your ass into him, and this got a groan out of him, and you now felt his cock hardening against your ass. That was exactly what you were hoping would happen. He pushed himself against you this time, and he moaned. “Fuck, baby, do you feel what you're doing to me?" he says in a low and needy voice. You turned around to face him now, and he immediately kissed you. Your tongues pushed together, and the kiss got deeper and needier. You pulled your hand down and grabbed his hardened cock and began slowly rubbing it. This caused Joel to throw his head back as he let out a moan.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good." He praises you and moans again as you continue to rub him in your hand. He then moves quickly so that he is on top of you, staring into your eyes. "Baby, I need you, please," he practically begs.

You kiss him again and pull away to say, “Take me then."

He offers no hesitation as he slips his hand down to your already dripping core. “Oh, baby, is this for me?" He teases you as he slides his fingers through your slick folds, causing a moan to leave your mouth as your hips push onto his fingers, wanting more. "Seems like you are needing me just as much as I need you," he says and hums in amusement.

He doesn't tease you any longer. He sits up and positions himself at your entrance and pushes himself inside you. The stretch gains a strained moan from you. He is so perfect. You love this feeling. You love the way he makes your body feel. You don't know what you would do if something bad ever happened to him.

He breaks you out of thought as he pulls back out before pushing back in, a little deeper and faster this time. He moans into your ear before bringing his lips to your neck and pulling your skin into his mouth, using his teeth to leave a mark on you.

He begins to speed up his movements, and you both begin letting out breathy moans, both of you in complete bliss as you lay there making love to each other. No one could love you the way Joel Miller does, and you thank the universe every day for giving him to you.

You can feel the knot in your stomach build as Joel keeps his pace, hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. You won't last much longer, and by the way his thrusts are getting heavier, and his moans are getting louder. You can tell he won't be able to hold on much longer either.

"Baby, please don't stop. I'm so close, Joel," you moan to him, and this makes his body shudder, and he lets out another loud groan.

"Oh baby, please come for me. I need you so badly,” he says back to you, and this sends you over the edge, and you feel your body begin to unfold beneath him. Your core starts to tighten on him, and this pulls him into his own orgasm. He pulls out of you and brings his hand down to his cock as he releases on your body, and he starts breathing heavily. You will never get tired of doing this with him.

He sits up and pulls the blanket off you and heads to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up. Once he is done, he lays back down beside you and pulls you back into your arms and says, "I love you so much, darling, more than words could ever describe."

This makes your heart ache. You wish deep down that you were in a normal world where you could live a normal life with him, but you know that's an unrealistic dream. You finally answer him, "I love you too, Joel, so much."

You both lie there for a while before you hear Sarah's door across the hall slam shut. You hope she didn't hear what just happened. But if she did, you will for sure be hearing about it soon. This breaks you and Joel out of your trance, and you both decide it's probably time you get up and go join the family downstairs.

Tommy mentioned he wanted to take a trip to go get some supplies, so he is probably waiting not so patiently downstairs for you guys to come down. After you both are dressed and you've grabbed your bag, you head down to talk to them.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you see Tommy sitting at the table and Sarah sitting on the couch with her arms crossed. She turns to you with a sickened look on her face. Oh no, you already know what is about to happen.

She sighs and says with attitude in her voice, "You know I love you both, but if I have to listen to both your moans one more time, I think I'm going to go clinically insane. You guys are disgusting. No offence."

Tommy begins laughing his head off, and you try to hide behind an embarrassed Joel, but it doesn't work because he's also trying to hide behind your small body. Both of your faces are bright red, and you try to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“Ummm, Tommy, so supplies run? Yeah, I think we should get to that right now," you say to Tommy as he is still laughing at the two of you.

"You guys are hilarious, but yes, supplies run. Let me get my bag packed, and then we can head out," he replies back to you and finally stops laughing. Thank god.

You and Tommy are both at the door putting your shoes on as Sarah speaks up, “You know I've been working on my shooting, and I was really hoping to tag along with you guys on this run."

Joel coughs and quickly answers, “Yeah, sorry, honey, that's just not happening, not yet at least. You aren't ready."

She scoffs at him, “Well, when will I be ready? It’s been 8 fucking years, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore, you can't just keep me in this cabin forever,"

You do somewhat agree with her, but you aren't going to start that argument with Joel today. He replies to her, "One day, but today ain't that fucking day, okay?"

You can tell Sarah is upset, “Yeah, whatever," she says to him. That's when you hear a noise. You quickly shoot a look at Tommy that says, is that what I think it was? And you both really hope it isn't. But then you hear it again, and your assumptions are confirmed. Gunshots.

"Joel, pack up your shit right now, Sarah, you too. The time has come, follow the plan," you say to them with distress in your voice. This was the moment you have been hoping would never come.

There are other people here now, and they are going to find you.

You are all running around grabbing everything you need. Tommy is running out to the truck, and Sarah is following quickly behind him as you and Joel grab the last of your things. That's when you see them. There are about 8 of them, and they are all armed. They don't look like they are here to talk.

Time is running out, and before you and Joel can get out to the truck, they begin firing. You give Tommy the look; this look he knows what it means immediately, and he nods back at you and begins driving away. Save Sarah, that's what that look was telling him. You look back at Joel as he notices them driving away; you can see his heart break, but he doesn't have much time to think about it before they start shooting at you again.

You both look at each other quickly, and then you start running, where? Hopefully somewhere where they can't follow you. Just as you enter the trees, you hear shouting, and then another shot fires. You suddenly feel an intense pain in your shoulder; the fuckers shot you. Joel hasn't noticed yet, so you keep running, and it seems like forever before you stop, but you physically can't go any further.

Joel notices you stop and fall to the ground, “Babygirl, what's wrong?" He asks. You begin to take your jacket off, and he sees the blood and realizes what has happened. He runs to you and helps you get the jacket the rest of the way off as you groan in pain. You've never felt pain like this before, and you feel like you are going to pass out.

"Fuck, fuck, no, this can't be happening," he cries as he looks at your shoulder.

"Joel, the first aid kit in my bag. I need it right now," you sternly say to him, and he listens grabbing it for you.

You begin to take your shirt off so you can assess the damage. The bullet went clean through, thank god. You begin instructing him on what he needs to do.

“Okay, Joel, I'm sorry, but I need you to focus. I can't clean it and wrap it myself, so I need you to do it, so listen to me. Grab the rubbing alcohol and a piece of gauze. I need you to clean the wound before we wrap it." Since you've been running for a while, the bleeding has slowed down a bit.

He does what you say, you let out screams of pain. Fuck, this hurts so badly. "Okay, now I need you to grab a bandage wrap and wrap it up for me. I know it's still bleeding a bit, but we've gotta get it covered up so it doesn't get infected," you say to him, and he listens, doing what you say.

After he is done, he sits down beside you and asks, “Fuck, baby, are you okay?"

You let out a little laugh and say, “Yeah, I think I'm alright. Those guys are lucky we ran away, or they'd be paying for this," though you are trying to be sarcastic, there is a bit of truth behind your words.

He doesn't laugh, he just looks at you with sad eyes and says, "I can't lose you, so I need you to be okay."

"Well, you’re lucky I was actually a surgeon in a past lifetime before this all happened if you remember, so we're a little lucky here," you try and joke and lighten the mood, but it's not really working too well.

He doesn't say anything back, so you decide to grab your bag and pull out your map and compass to try and figure out where you are. Judging from the direction you were running from, you went north, and you can very broadly guess where you might be.

"Joel, I think we have to go to Kansas City, you've heard on the radio. You know they have people there, maybe Sarah and Tommy will have gone there," you say to him as you point to it on the map.

He sighs, he knows you're right, but he also knows it's going to be a long trip over there. Which is one of the main reasons you haven't done it yet. Sarah and Tommy have the truck, so they will have a good shot at getting there safely. "Okay, okay, yeah, you are right. Are you okay to make that long of a trip right now?" He asks you, though he already knows what your answer will be.

"Yes, yes, 100% I'm good enough. We need to find them, Joel, I can't lose them, and I know you can't either,” you say back to him.

He nods, “I know, baby, but I can’t lose you either, okay?”

You smile at him, “And you won’t, but we need to go. Right now, if those guys are following us, then they won’t be far behind us now, and I know I don’t want to get shot again, so we need to gain more distance.” You reply to him as you begin to stand up and you grab his hand with your uninjured arm and pull him off the ground. “I love you so much, Joel, please let’s go find our family.”

“I love you too, darling, let’s go,” he says, and you both start walking away. You’ve got a long trip to make.

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***AN: WOAH intense chapter. I hope you guys enjoy the twist in the story. I know 8 years was a big jump, but hopefully, it wasn’t too much. I have big plans for this story, and this was a needed time jump. Hope the beginning of the chapter wasn’t too cringy😭🥵

I may post another chapter, but it will most likely be tomorrow. Thank you, and if you’ve read it all, I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think, please!❤️❤️

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel x f!reader

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Chapter 2: It’s a start

Word count -> 1,802 Warnings -> Swearing, alcohol

The next day:

Reader’s POV:

After driving for what felt like forever. Joel stops the vehicle and taps you on the shoulder to wake you up. He gives you a small smile, then looks over to Sarah who's now laying with her head in your lap still asleep. You gently shake her awake and she slowly opens her eyes and you can see the realization in her eyes that everything that happened wasn't a dream. She gives a slight frown and then a big yawn and stretch.

She then sits up and this gives you the opportunity to get out of the car and see where Joel and Tommy have brought you. You recognize it, you've seen it in photos Joel has shown you. This is the cabin that they had built to share as a family a few years back, Joel said they rarely use it. You can tell pretty quickly when you open the front door that he was not lying about that. Everything looks like it hasn't been touched in a while.

You start to look around, you've always been a bit nosey so when you are given this opportunity to wander around the Miller’s cabin without having them watching you like a hawk. You have to do some snooping around.

Sarah comes up behind you and you jump, "you aren't very sneaky" she laughs. You laugh back at her and grab her in your arms and haul her into the living room and onto the couch.

"How's your leg feeling brave girl" you ask her while pulling up her pants leg to see what the damage is looking like.

She winces and replies "It hurts but I think it's okay, what about your leg?" She returns the question to you. You tell her you're fine and that you are more worried about her.

You stand up and tell her to stay put and that you're gonna go ask her dad and uncle if there is a first aid kit anywhere in this cabin.

Out the front door you find Joel and Tommy standing on the porch talking about what their guesses are on what's happening out there. Joel notices you and offers a hug to you, you accept it. He wraps his arms around you, this makes your heartbeat speed up. You step out of the hug quickly and push those thoughts to the back of your mind. 

"Do you guys have a first aid kit anywhere, I need to clean up Sarah's leg" you ask them.

Tommy speaks first, "ummm yes I think we do in the bathroom attached to the main bedroom upstairs." You wave at Tommy and yell back a Thank you as you walk back inside the cabin and leave them to their boy talk or whatever they are doing.

You go up the stairs and again take this chance to be a little nosey, you enter the room and you see one of Joel's plaid flannel jackets in the closet, you assume that this is his room. You notice a wood carving on the bedside table, looks like an owl maybe? You go to take a closer look and you see that it is indeed an owl.

You pick it up and trace your fingers along the carved wood and notice a little signature on the bottom of one of the wings. JM it reads, you assume that stands for Joel Miller. You will have to ask him about that later.

You hear Sarah yelling at you from downstairs to hurry up, so you make your way to the bathroom to find that first aid kit. The bathroom is pretty empty, but that's not surprising considering Joel probably hasn't used it in a while. You open the drawers to find a whole lot of nothing, then you open the cupboard and see the so called first aid kit. You wonder if there is even anything of good use in there.

When you pick it up, you notice a small box that was hidden behind it. Nail polish? Must be Sarah's, can't imagine Joel was painting his nails. You grab the box too and head back downstairs back to the couch with Sarah.

She bugs you by saying "were you sneaking around again, you took foreverrrrrr." You both laugh and you pull the first aid kit off the floor and open it up to see what we are working with. That's when you hear the front door open, in comes Joel and Tommy. They go to the kitchen, Tommy starts looking for the whiskey he supposedly stashed away somewhere.

You turn your attention back to the first aid kit, okay now this we can work with. It has plenty of gauze, bandaids and alcohol wipes to try and clean out the cut. You don't think her leg needs stitches.. Thank god. She may have a sprain but we can wrap her up and get her to rest it for a few days.

As you start to wipe her cut carefully, she winces and lets out a quiet cry. That's when you feel a presence behind your back. You feel a hand on your shoulder, your turn to see its Joel offering a weak smile at you.

He asks "how are my brave girls doing?"

You immediately start blushing so you quickly turn your head away hoping he didn't notice. But you see Sarah's face... she definitely noticed. She may only be 12 years old but my god that girl is a little too smart for her own good. You finally reply "Sarah is doing great, doesn't look like anything serious either so that's a plus, just might have to take it easy for a few days.

You hear him hum behind you and then his footsteps go back towards to the kitchen.

Tommy yells out “I fucking told you the whiskey was here.” Sounding a little too excited. You laugh in response but you don’t turn back to look at them in the kitchen.

You reach to the floor and grab the box of nail polish supplies you found in the bathroom and bring it into Sarah’s view. She immediately squeals, she’s always be a girly girl since the day you met her, but you love that about her.

“Can we pleaseeee paint each other’s nails, I need you to do mine because dad always does a terrible job.” You start laughing loudly and you hear Joel grumble something under his breath behind you guys.

You tease him and say “I can imagine his big old man hands can probably barely hold the little brush.” Sarah lets out a hard laugh.

Joel pipes up from the kitchen to defend himself, “you know I’m sorry that’s just not my typical paint job. Ask me to paint a room, I’ve gotcha. But nails… I will pass on that.”

You begin to paint her nails, she picked a beautiful purple colour that you know will look amazing on her. You feel Joel sit down on the couch beside you and he elbows you and gives you a cup of what you’re assuming is Tommy’s stashed whiskey.

You take it and thank him. Taking a sip immediately, you need to feel a little numb.

You and Sarah had finished painting each other’s nails a little while ago now , she fell asleep almost immediately after you finished the last nail. Joel grabs her in his arms and says he will be right back.

You look over at Tommy whose eyes are starting to drift closed. You stand up and smack his arm in a way that his head that was resting on his hand falls.

“You fucker” he laughs.

“Alright Tommy boy where’s this whiskey stash, my cup is looking pretty empty” you say and tilt your cup so that he can see the dry bottom of the glass.

He rolls his eyes and stands up to go grab the bottle and fills your cup.

Just as he does this Joel appears at the bottom of the stairs, “that girl is knocked out, didn’t even twitch a muscle putting her into her room.”

Hmm her room? So the room down here must be Tommy’s. Great you get the couch you think. Joel says something that you don’t hear.

“Whatcha say old man” you say to him.

He looks at you and you can tell that one pissed him off. “You keep calling me old but you’re only a few years younger than me, and it looks like your hearings starting to give out since you didn’t hear me” he replies back to you.

“Hahaha very funny old man, it’s called selective hearing. Anyways, what did ya say?” You say as you turn to him and take a sip from your whiskey glass.

“‘Twas my birthday yesterday” he says so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. Tommy definitely didn’t hear him considering you can hear his snoring and can see drool dripping down his chin. Guy must be wasted, fell asleep in the matter of minutes.

Your eyes widen as you realize what he just said to you, “Jesus Joel I’m sorry, shitty day for a birthday. There anything I can do to try and make up for the shit show it was?”

He looks away for a second and then turns his face back to you and looks into your eyes, “come sit with me outside?” He asks.

You nod back at him and follow him outside to the porch where the moon is shining down on both of you as you sit down on the steps next to each other.

He doesn’t say anything to you but just appreciates your presence beside him. The whiskey starts to hit you and you lay your head on his shoulder. He takes in a quick breath in and slides his arm around your back. You both sit there in silence and listen to the sounds of nature, this must of put you to sleep because you wake up in Joel’s bed all tucked in. You turned to see if he joined you in the bed. Empty. Guess you should be happy you didn’t have to sleep on the couch, Tommy probably got that burden.

Previous-> Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

Next-> Chapter 3: New Neighbour?

AN: OKAYYYY so that’s the first two chapters, I know there’s not a lot of action considering it’s the beginning of the outbreak but trust trust it will come. Need some calm before the storm. I really don’t what to think about this so far. If you guys made it this far, let me know what you think. If its terrible I will scratch the idea and not pursue any type of writing 😂

Gonna probably do some backstory on their “relationship” and how they became close with each other in the next chapter. I’ll probably post that sometime tomorrow evening.

If anyone has any suggestions please don’t hesitate to reach out!! I need any type of criticism (maybe not hate but if you feel the need🤷‍♀️)

Also I’ve seen some stories where the chapter are all connected somehow, tried to google how to do that but couldn’t find any good explanation. If someone could help me out with that I would be very appreciative.

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 6: Sudden Tears

Word count-> 948 Warnings-> Crying, mention of dead family members

Joel's POV:

You wake up with your face pressed into the back of her head, arms wrapped around her body pulling it to yours. You've imagined having her this close to you a thousand times but never made the move. You are almost a little embarrassed that she was the one to finally do it.

You feel her move slightly, the she turns around so that she's facing you. "Good morning handsome" she says quietly while flashing her gorgeous smile at you. Fuck her smile is so contagious that it gets a smile out of you as well.

"Good morning babygirl" you say and then kiss her on the forehead before pulling her closer to you. "I don't think I've slept that well in years."

She lets out a soft laugh, "me neither, you definitely kept me nice and warm." She then pushes away from you and gets out of the bed, going over to the dresser and pulling out one of your shirts and throwing it over her head and then sliding her underwear back on- fuck she is so sexy...especially standing there in your clothes. You get up too, walking over to her and grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to you and she presses her face against your chest-giving it a soft kiss.

"I could have stayed in that bed with you forever" she says to you while looking up at you.

"Me too darling" you reply and then lean down to give her a long passionate kiss that you wish never had to end.

You both finish getting dressed and open the door to go downstairs. As you walk into the hallway, you notice that Sarah's door is open. Her and Tommy are going to have a field day teasin the two of you.

Reader's POV:

You reach the bottom of the stairs and see Sarah and Tommy sitting at the table eating canned fruit, they turn and look at the two of you. Both holding the same smirking look on their face.

You roll your eyes at them and they start to giggle like little schoolgirls. "Pass me the can and then shut your can Tommy" you say. He then passes you the can while mocking you in return. You sit at the table and begin eating the fruit, Joel sitting beside you and opening his mouth so that you'll give him some. You oblige and share with him.

After you are all done sharing the rest of the can, you excuse yourself and decide to go outside. Joel begins to follow you out the door but you stop him. "I just need to clear my head, is it alright if I just get some space for a bit?" He gives you a concerned look and then nods, walking away.

You weren't trying to upset him but you just needed a moment to go think about everything that has happened in the past few days. You don't walk far, just down to the large lake where a dock sits on the water, you walk to the edge of the dock, removing your shoes and sitting on the edge so that your feet dangle over into the water.

You take your backpack off, opening it and removing your journal and opening it to the marked page. Pulling out the photos, you stare at the photo of you and your brother and tears involuntarily begin to fall from your eyes and then it turns into a deep sob as your mind begins to scramble over the thought of your brother in Boston. Is shit bad over there? If it is, is he okay? Is Liam dead just like your parents? The thought of being the only one from your family makes you feel sick to your stomach. The tears start coming down harder as you realize that you will probably never see him again. Your breathing becomes heavy, the sobs are taking over your body now. You are spiralling and you don't know what to do, fuck how do you make this stop.

This is when you hear someone running down the dock, you can't get yourself to look and see who it is. But they grab your face and turn in towards them. It's Joel, with his beautiful brown eyes staring into yours, he speaks to you but you can't hear him. Your thoughts are so loud and your body feels so numb that you can't respond to him, you just sit there and sob while staring back into his eyes.

He pulls you into his arms and holds you as you cry into his shoulder, he kisses you on the head before bringing his mouth down to your ear and whispering "It's okay babygirl, let it all out. I'm here for you always, we're all here for you."

You both stay on the dock for a while, Joel just holding you as you pull yourself back together. Then you finally look at him and say "I-I'm sorry Joel, I started to think of Liam and I just lost control over my emotions. I just really hope he is okay, I don't want to be the only one left from my family."

He brings his hand up to your cheek and caresses it with his thumb, "Darling, you don't ever gotta apologize for being scared for your family. But I just want you to know, they aren't the only family you got." He kisses you softly for a second and pulls back away slightly, putting his forehead against yours and saying softly "You'll always be part of our family and we all love you, I hope you know that."

Previous -> Chapter 5: Picture Perfect

Next -> Chapter 7: Neighbourly Offerings

***AN: Sorry, thought I was gonna post yesterday but had to finish lab reports. Also had a bit of a writers block for this filler chapter, I’ve got big ideas for the later chapter but needed one more before a throwback and the we doing a forward time jump. I’m really excited to get to the later chapters eeeee

Sorry if this chapter was kinda shit😭 Hope you still somewhat enjoy it

[sassconvict]

Season finale tonight 🤡 I can probably already guess how the episode is going to go. I hope HBO does it justice, not excited to have to wait till 2027 for the next season tho😭

Also I will try and post a new chapter for It’s always been you sometime in the next day or so. I’m just in the middle of midterms and am DROWNING in school work

[sassconvict]

It’s Always Been You

Joel Miller vs F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 11: Grieving

Word Count-> 2,237

Warnings-> Violence, drugs and alcohol use, mentions of the death of family members, and lots of swearing cuz they both got truckers mouths

A week later:

Reader's POV:

The past seven days have been nothing short of hell, Joel has barely spoken a word to you, but you know that he probably just needs some time but its hard because he wasn't the only one who loved and lost Tommy and Sarah.

You started working in the medical centre the day after you both arrived and it's been non-stop ever since, mostly QZ soldiers getting all banged up and shot. Today felt like it was no different but things took a turn for the worse pretty quickly.

You had placed a man in a quarantine room not too long ago, just a few doors down from the one they had put you in. The only difference between you and this man though was that he was lying about being bitten and you weren't.

When you entered the room he was facing away so you approached him, as you got closer noticing the uncontrolled shaking movements his body was making. You quickly turned on your heels to run to the exit but tripped on your foot in the process, falling to the ground directly on your injured shoulder causing you to let out a scream of pain, drawing the infected man's attention to you. Quickly it makes its way on top of you and from the pain in your shoulder making you almost unable to push him far enough away to stop him from biting you, pushing your body beyond its breaking point as you feel the stitches in your shoulder snap from your skin.

You screamed for help and within seconds a soldier appeared at the door and shot the infected in the head causing its limp body to fall on top of you. Using your uninjured arm to push the dead weight from on top of you and quickly exit the room, your breathing is heavy and you feel like your heart might explode. That was almost it you thought, you almost died right there in that room.

The other doctor, Henry walks up beside you and puts an arm on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. "You okay, not bitten are you?" He asks.

You shake your head before replying "No I'm not bitten, just pretty shaken up honestly."

"Well you know it's on the slower side today so why don't we take a quick look at your shoulder and then you can head home" he says to you while pointing to your shoulder where blood has been soaking through your shirt.

You agree and follow him to one of the examining rooms, you remove your shirt and take a look at the gunshot wound for yourself. The stitches from when Henry cleaned out your wound had indeed split open.

Henry takes his time cleaning and re-stitching your wound, insisting you put it in an arm sling for a few days to prevent your stitches from splitting again and then commands you to take a couple of days and rest which honestly catches you by surprise.

He walks you to the door but before sending you off hands you a bottle of pain medication.

"Take these to ease the pain, be careful with 'em' them though. They are strong, okay?" He says to you.

"Thanks, Henry, I appreciate what you're doing for me."

"Not a worry, now get home before I change my mind about letting you leave" he jokes.

You wave goodbye to him as you walk away, making your way to the place they moved you into. It wasn't crazy big or anything but it was big enough for you and Joel. You walk through the doors of the apartment unit and instead of being treated by Joel, you are greeted with the smell of booze. You slam the door closed and hear a groan coming from the living room, you notice the half-empty whiskey bottle on the table. Joel had been drowning his emotions out with the booze and you knew that this might get ugly.

You let out a loud sigh and immediately this gains the attention of Joel, "You got something to fucking say?" He yells at you.

You ignore him, knowing he is just trying to get a rise out of you. "I'm fucking talking to you" he yells again.

This does get a rise out of you causes your hand to slam down on the table, "Jesus Joel can you calm down, I just got home and it's been a long day so please, can we not do this" you yell back at him.

He scoffs and stands up to walk over to the table, grabbing the whiskey bottle and taking a drink out of it before hissing and placing it back on the table, his eyes not leaving yours the entire time.

You roll your eyes at him as he walks back to the couch and lays down. Your next move, might not be the smartest but he's pissed you off and you want to return the favour. With his eyes still on you, you grab the bottle lift it to your mouth and begin chugging the liquid down. It burns but you are determined to finish it.

Joel swears before getting up to come yank the bottle from your hand but by the time he does, he grabs an empty bottle.

He swears again before looking you dead in the eyes and saying "Are you fucking serious! You don't even like whiskey. Fucking crazy woman" he scoffs and slams the empty bottle back onto the table so hard that the glass breaks.

A slight smile creeps onto your face making you indeed feel like a crazy woman but you have no regrets. Not until you see him throwing his jacket on and sliding on his boots, headed for the door.

"Where the fuck are you going?" You say with a slightly more attitude than you intended.

"Well you drank all my fucking whiskey so I'm going to the bar" he hisses back at you before slamming the door behind him.

You didn't expect his reaction to be good but you didn't expect that. Finally you take off your shoes and jacket, heading to your shared bedroom to take your blood-soaked clothes off, minding the arm sling. You realize then that Joel hadn't even noticed your blood-soaked shirt or the sling holding your arm. You think, "Well he was probably just drunk", but then your brain throws darker thoughts at you "Does he even care about you anymore?".

The dark thoughts begin to multiply and swim around in your head, then you remember the pills Henry had given you. You throw on a tank top and some shorts and walk over to your jacket to pull the bottle out from your pocket. You know you shouldn't because of the whiskey but the need to numb your mind wins over your self-control.

You walk over to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before bringing it over to the couch, opening the pill bottle and ignoring Henry's warning about them being strong and taking three of them out and swallowing them back before you have the chance to change your mind.

You place the glass of water next to the pill bottle on the small coffee table before lying down and staring up at the ceiling. It doesn't take long for the effects of the liquor mixed with the pills to start taking over your body. You start to lose the feeling of your body, almost as if you're floating in space, eyes fighting to stay open until finally they give and you fall unconscious, mind leaving your body just like you hoped it would.

Joel's POV:

For the past week all you've done is either sit at home and drink or sit at the bar and drink, some parts of you feel bad because you know she is out there working hard so that you both have a place to stay and ration cards so that you can eat. Everyone around here already knows you as the boyfriend of the pretty new doctor so they pretty much give you whatever you want, probably hoping that this will earn them a favour from her in the future.

You sit at the bar thinking about the events that just went down minutes ago in the apartment, "what the fuck came over her" you thought to yourself before grabbing the glass in front of you, slamming the liquid back before motioning the glass to the bartender to fill it back up.

After a few more drinks and some failed attempts from drunk women trying to take the empty seat beside you, they must not know you as the doctor's boyfriend.  You finally decide to go take your place back on the couch in your apartment. Hoping that it's been long enough that she's asleep when you arrive.

When you walk in the front door you immediately notice that the lights are all still on, "fuck I guess I didn't wait long enough" you thought to yourself before quietly closing the door behind you and removing your jacket and boots. You make your way to the couch to go to sleep before realizing that she is already passed the fuck out on it. You groan before taking a closer look and seeing the bottle of pills on the coffee table, you walk over to it and pick it up. Pain meds. Then you remember why you left in the first place, she drank all your liquor. Fuck.

You call out her name and when she doesn't even twitch you grab her face and start rocking it back and forth repeatedly calling out her name but no response. You start to panic, "is she dead?" But then saw her chest rise and fall again. A little of the anxiety being lifted you decide how you are going to wake her up, you grab the glass of water sitting beside the pill bottle and dump it on her.

This immediately causes her eyes to open and her arm to fly over her face, that's when you realize the new stitching on her shoulder and her arm being in a sling. Immediately feeling back you didn't notice it before.

The water trick didn't work very well as you see her eyes are already closed again. You yell out to her loudly and this wakes her up again and she begins to yell at you now.

"What the fuck do you want Joel, can't you see I'm fucking sleeping."

You put your arm on her shoulder to apologize but before you can she sits up, yanking her body from your grasp before yelling out at you again.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she says through gritted teeth.

Pure shock is your reaction to her actions and words. "Darling I'm sorry for being a dick earlier, you know I'm just having a really hard time right now with everything that's happened" You begin to try to apologize.

She scoffs and lets out a drunken laugh "Yeah you were being a dick, but not just earlier. All fucking week Joel. You know I'm sorry about Sarah and Tommy you know I am but you aren't the only one who lost them! I lost them too!" She yells out the last part before her face falls and tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

You feel even worse now, you had been so lost in your own emotion that you forgot about hers. You motion her to move over so you can sit beside her, eventually she hesitantly moves to make room for you.

"Baby you're right, I've been selfish and I'm sorry. I haven't been there for you when I should have" You apologize again, motioning for her to lay down on your lap and she does, letting out a sigh of relief.

You take your hand and slowly drag it across her arm that's being held in the sling and you ask "What happened at work today love? Are you okay?"

She nods "I'm fine, I just had a rough encounter with a patient who turned infected and I ripped my stitches fighting it off," she says a little too casually, the sentence making Joel's eyes go wide.

"Jesus, I'm so glad you're alright. I can't lose you too okay?" He says while rubbing his thumb on her cheek, wiping away the tears.

You push her up so that you can stand, reaching for her hand and pulling her up after you. She forgets how out of it she is and almost falls to the ground so you pick her up bridal style and walk her over to your bedroom where you carefully place her on the bed. You remove your clothes before joining her in the bed, pulling the blanket over you both before sliding your arm over her body to pull her back to your chest.

With your head nuzzled beside hers, you speak out quietly "I'm sorry again darling, I love you so much."

She hums as she grabs your hand that's resting on her stomach, replying "I love you too Joel" before you both let sleep take over you.

Previous -> Chapter 10: Bitter Welcome

Next -> Chapter 12: Alone Again

***AN: Oof angry grieving Joel, can't blame him tho. Shits tough man, hopefully he doesn't let his anger get the best of him..............

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 7: Neighbourly Offerings

Word count -> 1,413 Warnings ->swearing, mention of family members death

A year and a half before the outbreak:

Reader's POV:

It's been a few months since you moved to Austin and started your new job. Honestly, you haven't had time to do anything or meet anyone yet which means you usually just stay home and work on your research. You are almost always on call at work, meaning if someone comes into the hospital and needs a consultation you then you have to drive to the hospital and see the patient. So it's been a lot of driving back and forth. You work a lot of night shifts too, so you sleep the daylight away, also adding to the reason you have no friends, fuck no acquaintances for that matter. Well, except for your neighbours Joel and Sarah Miller, and Joel's brother Tommy. You've seen them a few times in passing as you are getting home from work and they are leaving for work and for school. You find it a little funny how that works out.

You finally decide to take a few days off so that you can relax and maybe talk to people outside the hospital, so when you get off your last night shift before your little vacation and you pull up to the house and Joel and Sarah are walking out the door to Tommy's truck, you wave them down before they leave.

"Hey! I'm sorry to stop you guys, but I've finally got a few days off work and need some social interaction. My dad was really big into barbecuing before—um—before he passed, and I got it when I moved from the family home. Not really sure how to use it since I always had him for that. Would you boys be able to come help a girl out? Meat and side dishes will be provided, of course." You say and then look at Sarah "and of course, Sarah can come too. I'll need help with making those side dishes while the boys grill.”

Sarah sits up fast and with a huge smile says "Omg dad, Dad, Uncle Tommy, please—please— can we?"

The boys look at each other and then back to you, and Joel replies “Well, I don't know how we could say no to that. How about tomorrow night? Does that work for you?"

"Yup! Sounds perfect. I need to catch up on my sleep today anyways. I will see you guys tomorrow. Have a good day!" You reply and wave them off as they drive down the driveway.

You go inside and have a shower before heading to sleep. You’ve spent most of the past day standing in an operating room, so you are fucking exhausted. You had wanted to stay at work and spend some time in the lab, but your brain had hit its breaking point. You needed to rest now.

You woke up 8 hours later. Holy fuck, you really needed that. It’s now around 4 pm and you decide you gotta stay up for a few hours and then should probably try and sleep through the night so that your sleep schedule isn’t completely messed up during your days off.

After drinking your coffee, you get changed into some running clothes and decide to go for a long run. If you want to be able to sleep again tonight, you’ll have to tire yourself out good. Of course, as you close the front door behind you and turn around, Tommy’s truck pulls into Joel’s driveway with all the Millers inside. You decide you aren’t really in the mood for a chat right now, so you wave and then quickly put on your headphones on which is attached to your MP3 player and begin your run. You feel a bit guilty but remember you’re gonna see them all tomorrow evening anyways, so you shrug the guilt off and continue to run.

You keep running for about 8 miles, circling back to your house and while you are walking back up your driveway you take your headphones off and rest them around your neck as you take out your key and begin to unlock the door. That’s when you hear someone call out your name. You look behind you to see Joel waving his arm and walking up to you. You don’t run away this time. “Hey Joel, what’s going on?” You say to him as he stops in front of you.

“Oh, hey, sorry. I just wanted to say thank you for inviting us all over to your place tomorrow. Sarah has been hounding me non-stop to come ask you to come you over for dinner, but you’ve seemed real busy, so I figured you didn’t have the time,” he replies to you.

“Of course, Joel. Sarah seems like such a sweetheart, but yeah, I have been extremely busy with work recently. I would have loved to come over for dinner, we will have to plan another dinner sometime.”

“What do you do for work? I see you are gone most nights, so I assume you work nights?” Joel asks.

You laugh a little and reply, “You would be correct in assuming that. I work as a surgeon at one of the hospitals here in Austin.”

He gives you a shocked look and replies, “Wow, I didn’t know I was in the presence of a doctor. That is beyond impressive. What kind of surgery do you do?”

You blush a little at his response, “I’m a neurosurgeon. I just recently finished up school, and this is my first actual surgeon job. I love it, but it takes all my time and can be extremely stressful sometimes. It’s all worth it though. It’s a very rewarding job.”

“Yeah, wow. Sorry, I’m just really impressed. I had no idea.” He says while rubbing his head.

“That’s okay, haha. Thank you. What about you? What do you and Tommy do for work?” You ask him, assuming that they work together.

“Tommy and I are contractors, so definitely nothing fancy compared to what you do.” He answers you with a shrug.

“Oh shush, I definitely couldn’t do that, so I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I’ve got some things around my house that have been needing some fixing, but I’m not very good with tools unless I’m using them on a person in surgery. Which now that I say out loud seems a little crazy.” You say and begin to laugh a little.

He laughs as well and says, “I mean that does sound a little crazy, but I’m not gonna judge you. But if you need something fixed, Tommy or I could definitely take that task off your hands.”

You shake your head, “Oh gosh, no, I couldn’t ask that of you guys, but thank you for the offer.”

“It isn’t a big deal. I know I would love to help you out, and though I can’t speak for Tommy, I know he would say the same thing.” He assures you.

You smile and reply, “Well, thank you so much. Maybe I will take you up on that offer someday.” As you finish your sentence, you hear Sarah calling out their front door.

“Dad, I’m hungry. Can you make dinner now, please?” She yells at him and gives a huge grin and a wave when he sees him talking to you.

Joel turns to her and yells back, “Sorry, babygirl. I’ll be right over there.” He then turns back to you. “Sorry about that. Duty calls. It was really great talking to you and getting to know you a bit more,” he says with a smile.

You smile back and reply, “Oh, it’s no worries. It was really great talking to you as well. I haven’t had a genuine conversation like this with someone other than a patient or their family in a while. But you better hurry back. I will see you tomorrow for the barbecue, and we can continue our conversation.”

He nods and says goodbye as he walks back towards his house, and you go back inside.

Joel Miller, you could get used to having conversations with him.

Previous -> Chapter 6: Sudden Tears

Next -> Chapter 8: Driven Apart

***AN: Awe, I loved writing this chapter. I was going to put the barbecue part in this chapter, but I gotta brainstorm more dialogue. That’s been the hardest part for me so far. I hope you enjoyed this chapter though!

I’ll probably post another one tonight or in the morning. Hoping for it to be a longer one:)

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel Miller x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 5: Picture Perfect

Word count -> 3,002

Warnings: Swearing, graphic violence (blood), kissing, 18+ (minors DNI), smut, oral (f. Receiving), fingering, grinding/dry humping.

Joel's POV:

Ever since they pulled away from the house, you've been tense. Sarah keeps trying to talk to you, but you’re stuck inside your head and don't hear her.

“Dad, I get you're worried, but they will be fine! They are both strong and smart. Umm, well, she is strong and smart. Uncle Tommy is just strong."

That makes you laugh a little, which makes her smile. "I know, baby girl. I just don't know what I would do if I lost either one of them," you say as you let out a sigh.

A little while later, Sarah decides she is tired, so she retreats to her bedroom and leaves you downstairs. Fuck, what am I supposed to do with myself? You sit on the couch. Suddenly, you see her backpack lying on the floor. Would it be wrong to look inside? Probably, but you've already made up your mind about it. You grab the bag and bring it back over to the couch, sitting down and sliding the big pocket zipper open.

You first see some clothes, nothing too exciting, but when you dig under them, you feel something. A book, maybe? You pull it out, and your assumption was correct, but it looks more like a journal than a reading book. You decide that maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to read it. You’d end up feeling guilty about it later. Just as you are about to slide it back into the bag, it slips out of your hands and falls to the ground, flipping open to a page that had photos being stored between them. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you pick the journal back up.

You first look at the photos. The first one is of her and her brother Liam at the beach with their surfboards. You wonder if he is still alive over in Boston. You flip the photo around to a date written on the back, this was taken just a couple of weeks before she moved in next door. The next photo was of her whole family at the beach. She looks so much like her parents, she rarely spoke about them. From what you’ve been told, they died a couple of years ago. This information was accidentally said to you by her brother. She never personally told you, and you don't know the whole story either, but you don't plan on asking for it anytime soon. And finally, you look at the last photo. It is of her, Tommy, Sarah, and yourself. I remember this night as it was only a few weeks ago. Fuck, how things have changed in just that small amount of time.

That night, we all watched a movie. She cuddled beside you and put her head on your shoulder and let you hold her hand. You should have kissed her that night instead of being stupid. The thought of kissing her makes your body feel warm. You feel the pressure growing in your jeans. Fuck, she's got me feeling crazy. You decide to go up to your bathroom to take care of your situation, but all of a sudden, you hear a car door slam shut.

Fuck, that better be them.

Reader's POV:

After listening to Tommy blab for far too long about how much liquor he found, we finally pull up to the cabin. Get me out of this truck. You grab the bag of food and open the truck door, slamming it shut.

"Hey, what the fuck! Don't be slamming her door like that," he yells to you, which you respond by flipping him off and rolling your eyes. As you walk towards the front door, Joel opens it and steps outside. He sees you and gives you a look over before realizing you have blood splattered all over you.

"Tommy! What the fuck did you let happen to her?" Joel yells at his brother as he walks up to you and cups your face in his hands.

"Jesus, why is it always my fault?" Tommy scoffs back. Joel ignores him and continues to look at you, trying to find your injuries. His hand glides down from your cheek, down your neck to the cut mark left there, and his hand stops.

“Babygirl, what happened to you?" He asks in almost a whisper as he looks at you with soft eyes. You almost start to cry again but hold strong.

"There was some guy at the house we were gathering supplies from, and he pulled a knife on me, but Tommy came to my rescue, and everything is fine," you say to him with a very obviously fake smile. He replies with a hum, still looking at you but then slowly backing away. You then let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

Tommy brings the bag he filled inside with him, and you remember about the radio system you grabbed and go find it in the truck. As you walk away from the boys, you hear them start to talk about the damn truck. You knew it wouldn't be long before they started talking about it.

Once you walk back into the cabin, you hear Sarah running down the stairs. Once she sees you, her face looks relieved. She runs over to you with open arms and gives you the biggest hug.

"Told you they would be fine, Dad," she says to Joel. He replies with a grumble of “yeah, yeahs."

Tommy comes and picks her up. “Jeez, you know I came back too, actually did all the hard work on this run. I think I should be getting the big hug," he says as he places her on the couch and starts playfully tickling her. She hits him so that he'll back off.

“Yeah, yeah, Uncle Tommy, whatever you say."

You and Tommy head to the kitchen and start unpacking the bags you grabbed. Yours was just food, but you haven't seen what Tommy grabbed yet. I swear to god if it's half filled with liquor, you might kill him.

He did grab liquor, a little too much in your opinion, but you decide there's nothing you can do about it now and if you hold your opinions about it, he may share it with you. He also grabbed medical supplies, some tampons, wow, so nice of him to think of the girls of the house. He also grabbed another gun with ammunition, along with two pocket knives. Guess you can't complain too much about his haul.

A few hours later, Sarah and Tommy are both in bed. So it's just you and Joel and a bottle of vodka, sitting outside on the porch.

You take a huge swig from the bottle, giving it to Joel with a straight face. He looks at you with scared eyes.

"Jeeze, you must love your vodka. You don't even make a face," he says, while pulling the bottle up to his lips and taking a swig for himself. He does make a face, and you can hear a small gag come from him.

"I do love vodka, but I'm also just not a little bitch," you laugh and wink at him as you say this.

You can start to feel the shots creeping up on you, and suddenly you feel brave and blurt out, "Why didn't you kiss me that night?"

He looks at you with wide eyes; he knows exactly what night you are talking about. "Umm, I-I don't know, I just didn't want to fuck anything up. Sarah loves you, and I just didn't want to take that away from her, I guess." He answers.

"What about what you're taking away from me? You say as you stand up and walk towards him. Fuck, the liquor really got you on autopilot right now, gonna just go with it.

He stands up shocked, and you stop right in front of him and whisper, "Can you kiss me now?" Both your hearts are racing, and he looks quickly from your eyes to yours lips before grabbing your face and smashing his lips onto yours.

It's like your body has been filled with fireworks, as he kisses you. Putting his other hand onto your back and pulling you closer. You throw your arms around his neck, he then pushes you up against the wall of the cabin so that he can push even closer to you. You can feel his warm body all over you; you feel his boner in his jeans, and this makes your core ache. Fuck, I need this man right now.

You pull away and push him back a little bit so that you can catch your breath. He is lustfully staring into your eyes and licking his lips, getting ready to come back in for another kiss, you stop him. He gives you a confused look and begins to worry that he's done something wrong.

You pull him close and he leans down so that your mouth is beside his ear, and you whisper, "Do you think we could take this to the bedroom?"

You hear him take in a breath as you pull away from his ear; he grabs your face again and gives you a quick kiss before backing away. “Babygirl, we can do anything you want to do," he says to you in a low, husky voice that just makes your core ache even more. You can feel the moisture building up between your thighs; you don't know how much longer you can wait.

He grabs your hand and pulls you inside the cabin, pulling you up the stairs and into his bedroom. Quietly closing the door and then turning to you, you can see the passion in his eyes; he wants this just as badly as you do.

You stand there staring at each other for a moment, waiting for one of you to make the first move. Joel does. He walks up to you, grabbing your face with one hand and grabbing your hip with the other one, sliding his hands down a little to give your ass a feel and grabs it as he kisses you. This kiss is heated and hungry; you both are hungry for each other’s bodies. He takes his hand from your face and joins the other one on your ass.

He breaks the kiss and tells you to jump. His voice is so low right now, it might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. You obviously don’t put up a fight, and you jump, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his body. He kisses you again, this time he slides his tongue in your mouth, and your tongues press against each other. He walks over to the bed and carefully lays you down on it while also breaking the kiss. His eyes immediately find yours as you lie on your back at the edge of the bed, looking up at him as he towers over you. You sit up so you can slide your shirt over your head, but Joel grabs your hand. “Let me do it,” he whispers, and you nod back at him before he slides the shirt over your head.

You are wearing a black bra, nothing too fancy. Mostly for comfort as you have bigger boobs. Joel takes notice of the size, and you can see his eyes glow as he reaches out and grabs them in his hand before reaching around to your back and undoing it so that it falls off your body.

He hums, “fuck babygirl, you are so sexy” as he takes your naked boobs into his big hands and gives them a squeeze.

“Okay, your turn. Take the shirt off, please,” you say with a grin. He listens sliding his shirt off. The muscles in his arms flex as he does this. He is so big in comparison to you. His skin is tanned, and he has hair growing on his chest, along with a line of hair leading down into his pants. You wonder if he is just as big down there.

He motions for you to scoot back on the bed a little, then he puts his body in between your spread legs. You still have your clothes on, but you can feel his hard cock pressing down onto you. He places his arms by your head and brings his lips back to yours in desperation. Your hands go around him to his back and scratch his skin as you pull him closer. Joel groans on your lips and pushes his cock against you. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the friction. He bites your lip and does it again. Fuck. He makes you feel so good, and you haven’t even taken all your clothes off yet.

He breaks the kiss again, and traces his mouth down to your neck, sucking on it and gently using his teeth to leave a mark. He continues down your body, stopping at your boobs, taking one nipple in his mouth and the other he pinches between his fingers. A moan slips past your lips as your back slightly arches, pushing yourself into him. You can feel him smile onto your skin as he continues with his mouth down your body until he reaches the waistband of your jeans, looking up at you. You don’t have to say anything, just a nod is enough. He lets out a quick breath and begins to unbutton the jeans. He pulls them down along with your underwear. You lift yourself up a bit so he can fully take them off.

Looking down at you, licking his lips as he takes off his jeans. You start to feel bare and try to cover yourself with a hand, but he doesn’t allow that. “Darling, you don’t have to hide from me, you’re so fucking perfect. I’ve been waiting so long for the chance to see you like this.”

His words make you feel fuzzy inside and you don’t know what to say back, so you just offer a nod.

“Baby, can I taste you, please?” he says with a hint of desperation in his voice. You swallow, feeling a little nervous, but you offer him another nod. He then wastes no time, diving his head between your thighs, kissing the left one and then the right one. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as you wait for him to put his mouth on you.

Finally, he kisses your hot core, almost teasingly. This makes your hips thrust forward, trying to get more from him, but he then pushes your hips into the bed so that you can’t move. This time, he kisses your clit, then he starts sucking on it. You begin squirming under him; it feels too good. You moan and whine as he takes a hand off your hips and brings it to stick a finger through your folds and thrusts it into you. You moan louder but then remember that there are other people in this cabin, so you throw your hand over your mouth and the other into Joel’s hair, pulling on it, which makes him groan, which sends vibrations onto your body, making you gasp.

Joel, now having two of his fingers pumping in and out of you while he sucks on your clit while also using his tongue, swirling it around on your now very, very sensitive clit. You can feel the heat building up in your stomach; you’re getting close, and Joel can tell by the way you are cursing his name and moaning into your mouth.

You take your hand away from your mouth: “fuck Joel, I—I’m so close, please—please don’t stop.” He takes his mouth away for just a second to reply: “Fuck, come for me, gorgeous, I’ve got you. Come for me” and then puts his mouth back on you. His words send you over the edge, and you quickly bring your hands back up to your mouth, and you feel yourself release. Your pussy tightens on his fingers, and he takes his mouth away: “Good girl, yeah, that’s so good.” He praises you as you slowly come down from your high with legs shaking. You don’t think anyone has ever made you come that hard before; not surprising, it would be Joel Miller who gets your body to react that way.

He motions for you to slide up the bed, and he follows you, grabbing the blanket and putting it overtop of both of you. He turns your body so that you’re facing away from him and then pulls your back against his chest with his arm wrapped around your body.

He hums and says, “That was so perfect. Fuck, you are so perfect.” You can hear in his voice that he is tired; honestly, so are you after he worked your body like that.

You quietly say, “You don’t want anything in return?”

You feel him shake his head, “Nah, baby, just feeling you come on my fingers and on my tongue was good enough for me.” You know he is smirking as he says this, even though you can’t see it.

“Okay” you reply as your eyes start to feel heavier and heavier, and you fall asleep there in Joel’s bed, with Joel in the bed this time with his arms wrapped around you and the back of your head nuzzled into his neck. You couldn’t think of anything more perfect; it’s so perfect that for just for a little while, you forgot about everything around you; nothing else mattered.

Previous -> Chapter 4: Keep It

Next -> Chapter 6: Sudden Tears

***AN:…………. Well, I’ve broken the smut ice; that sounds weird, but I’m sure you get what I’m throwing down. This was the first bit of smut I have ever written, so it’s probably terrible 🤡, but hopefully, I will get better as the chapters go on. Will probably post another chapter tomorrow:)

Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed it, let me know!!❤️❤️

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been you

Joel Miller x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 4: Keep It

Word count -> 2,340 TW -> Swearing, blood, knives, gunshot/death

Reader's POV:

You woke up a few hours later, still in Joel's bed upstairs. You wonder if he thought about sleeping in the bed with you. You start to feel warm. You need to push these silly thoughts away and focus on the fact that something really horrible is happening out there right now. You then hear banging and yelling coming from downstairs. The boys must be awake.

You get out of the bed and you look at the bandage that's been put on your leg. You didn't bother to put one on yesterday when you did Sarah’s, but I guess Joel must have done it for you. Wow, you must have been out cold if you didn't wake up while he cleaned and wrapped your leg.

It's cold as hell in this cabin. You realize your backpack with your clothes in it is downstairs. You glance over to the closet where Joel's jacket hangs. Surely he wouldn't care if you wore it. Not really caring if he would care or not, you grab it and throw it on as you walk towards the door. You must have impeccable timing because Sarah is walking into the hall at the same time.

She gives you a smirk as she says, “Well, I wonder whose jacket that is. Looks good on you. I'm sure the owner will agree."

You answer her by rolling your eyes, and she gives a little laugh back as you both make your way towards the noise downstairs. You get to the main floor and immediately lock eyes with Joel. He looks a little surprised. He then leans back on the kitchen counter, and you watch his eyes look you up and down before meeting your eyes with his again with a smirk on his face. Your whole body feels on fire. But Sarah snaps you back into reality.

"Dad, doesn't the jacket look good on her?" She asks and then looks over to you with a mischievous look on her face. She knows what she is doing.

He looks at you again and starts to walk in your direction. He gives you a nudge and says, "Looks better on her than it ever looked on me. Should keep it. Suits you." And then gives you a very obvious and terrible wink.

You look at Sarah and give her a face that says "did you see that?" and you both start laughing at him.

Joel grumbles and walks away, “Jeez, this is what I get for trying to be nice."

Tommy abruptly interrupts, “So, as I was saying to Joel. We need supplies really badly. Thanks to our lack of use of this cabin, there is next to nothing in here.” “I think you and I should take the vehicle and go and see what we can find. I’ve got a hose and some Jerry cans so we can try and siphon some gas from the cars left around here.” He says, looking at you.

You nod back at him, “Yeah, we can do that. When do you want to leave?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but Joel interrupts him, “Do you really need her to go with you? Seems like something you can handle yourself.

“Are you fucking serious right now? We need fucking supplies, and she said yes, so I don’t know why this is up for discussion. Last time I checked, you weren’t her keeper. If she says she can go, there ain’t no reason you should be piping in trying to change that.” Tommy replies back to him with attitude in his voice. Oh boy, the Miller boys are about to have a catfight.

Joel makes a fist. Oh boy, he’s fucking mad. “Jesus, Tommy, calm the fuck down. I was just asking you a fucking question, you big fucking baby.”

“The fuck you call me? Tommy walks up to Joel and gets in his face.

You somehow have become a fucking mediator. You walk up to them and move them so you are standing in between them. “Okay, guys, calm down, Jesus. Tommy, I will go with you. Joel, you stay with Sarah and keep her safe. Tommy and I will be fine, so stop worrying.”

Joel lets out a grumble so intense it sounds almost like a growl. He says something under his breath, but I don’t quite hear it. Probably swearing at Tommy.

Tommy this time says, “Okay, when are we leaving then?”

You shrug and reply, “Well, I guess we could go right now. Still got plenty of daylight.” He nods in agreement and goes up to Joel.

With a little sass in his voice, he asks him, “So can I have the keys for the vehicle or what?” This guy really wants to see Joel lose his shit. But he doesn’t. He reaches into his pocket and then slams the keys into Tommy’s open hand. Tommy winces a little. Yeah, that must have hurt.

You and Tommy put your boots on and head out the front door. You hear Sarah call from behind you, “Wait!”

You stop and turn around. She gives you the biggest hug. She looks at you with sad eyes, “Please be careful and come back to us.”

You give her a smile as you reply, “I wouldn’t dare dream of not coming back to you.” She hugs you tighter and whispers, “I love you. So you have to come back.”

This melts your fucking heart, and you look up at Joel. It seems to be having the same effect on him. He’s just standing there smiling at the interaction unfolding in front of him.

“Well, I love you too, Kiddo. We won’t be long. I Promise.” You say to her as she lets you out of the hug so that you can stand back up.

Tommy walks around to the passenger side of the vehicle and opens the door for you, motioning his hand for you to get in.

You roll your eyes, “Wow, we’ve got a gentleman in the house.”

He scoffs back at you and says, “Acting like this is new information.” You laugh in response as you get in the car, and he closes the door.

Tommy starts to drive away from the cabin, and you see Sarah waving you goodbye, Joel standing behind her. No waves from him, just that angry, frustrated stare he gives when things don’t go his way. He’ll get over it, or at least you hope he will.

You sit in silence as Tommy drives down the beautiful lakeside road.

“So where exactly are we anyways?” You ask Tommy because you realized you never figured that out.

“Lake Meredith. It’s near Amarillo. Around 8 hours from Austin,” he answers.

“Oh fuck, far away from home. You know where you’re going at least?” You asked him jokingly.

“Yes, you fucker. I know where I’m going. Headed to Fritch. It’s a city that’s close to here,” he answers.

You start to worry, “Tommy, what do you think we are going to find there?” You ask, not really wanting to know his answer.

He looks over at you, and you can see in his eyes that he’s worried too. “My guess is it’s probably going to be pretty ugly. Hopefully, there isn’t any military considering what happened last time we ran into them. Also, we stole one of their cars, so that probably wouldn’t be a good look.”

Jesus, you didn’t even think about that. “Could we park it somewhere on the outside of the city and see what we can find around there?” You ask him.

He nods, “I reckon that’s probably a good idea, darling.”

You laugh at the pet name. You find it funny when Tommy calls you names like that. On the other hand, if it was his brother…. That would be a different story.

Tommy stops the vehicle on the outside of the city on the outskirts of a hill behind some trees. You can see houses in the far distance, so you grab the gun Tommy gave you and a big backpack you found in the back. You and Tommy look at each other and both open the door and get out.

Tommy stops you, “We need to stick together. If I lose you in the city and don’t bring you back with me, I think Sarah and Joel will gang up on me and murder me.” He says to you, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this over with so we can get back to them. Do you see anybody… or anything in the distance?” You ask him.

He shakes his head, “Nah, don’t think so. Let’s hope it stays that way.”

You both continue to walk for a while, and Tommy points to a house, “That one. Let’s check that one. I’ve got a feeling it’s going to have something good. Oh, also, keep an eye out for a vehicle we can take so we can ditch the army van. Make us a little less noticeable.”

You agree with him and follow closely behind him. He opens the front door. It’s unlocked. Hopefully, that doesn’t mean people are here. You both walk in quietly, and he motions you to go to the kitchen. You still don’t hear anyone in the house, so you follow his motion and go towards the kitchen.

You open the pantry, fuck Tommy was right. He picked a good house. The pantry is filled with all kinds of canned food. Tommy peeks over your shoulder into the pantry.

“Fucking told you so,” he says proudly.

“Okay, smart one, I’ll load up on food. Go check the rest of the house for anything that might be of use to us,” you say back to him. He doesn’t reply, but you hear his footsteps leave the kitchen, so you assume he heard you.

Just as you are about to turn around because the backpack is nearly full, you feel someone grab you from behind and turn you around. Holy fuck, they’ve got a knife. Double holy fuck. The knife is on your throat.

The stranger says to you, “Okay, don’t fucking move. How many of you are there?”

You shake your head. “no-o-one, just me,” you stutter, but you can tell they don’t believe you for a second because the knife gets tighter on your throat, and you can feel the sting of the blade starting to cut into your skin.

They tsk and shake their head and say into your ear, “Now, why would you lie to me, you little bitch? What are we going to do with you?”

That’s when you hear the bang and the jerk of the stranger’s body before it collapses to the floor. Tommy is standing on the other side of the room with his gun out. “I left for 5 minutes. Are you serious?” he says to you, maybe as a joke, but you can’t tell from his tone.

You want to laugh, but all you can manage is a cry. You thought this was it. Tommy comes to you and gives you a hug. “Guess I should have listened to my own suggestion and stayed with you. I’m sorry, darling.”

“I guess I have to forgive you. Did you get everything you needed? I would very much like to get out of here,” you say to him.

“Yup, got lots of stuff. Also, while you were busy almost getting killed and waiting for me to save the day, I found a car in the garage,” he says and holds up a pair of car keys. Thank god.

You grab the backpack filled with food and haul it over to the garage where you find Tommy standing beside the car with a smirk on his face. I should have guessed; they’ve got a big-as-truck in the garage. Tommy and Joel’s wet dream. You shake your head and walk towards the passenger side door. But before you get in, you notice a radio set up and decide that might be a smart thing to grab.

You get in the truck as Tommy is pulling up the garage door. You start to see people outside. Oh fuck, are they infected?

Tommy hurries to the driver’s seat and pulls out of the garage, hitting one of the “people” you saw. Well, that answers your question; they’re definitely infected. Tommy is quick though, and they don’t get the chance to come close to us. Well, other than the one he ran over, I guess.

You and Tommy look at each other and both let out a big sigh. “You’ve got some blood on you,” Tommy notices and tells you. “Joel’s gonna think I beat you up or something.

You pull the visor down and look into the little mirror. Yeah, he’s right. When Tommy shot that guy, the blood splattered all over you. Fucking disgusting. You also notice a cut mark and dried blood from where the guy had the knife to your throat. Nothing too serious; you should be fine.

“Maybe he will, and I can watch you guys have another catfight,” you tease him.

He doesn’t answer, just shakes his head. You sit in silence for the rest of the drive, thinking about how you almost just died without telling Joel how you feel. But the question is, do you even know how you feel?

Previous -> Chapter 3: New Neighbour?

Next -> Chapter 5: Picture Perfect

***AN: This one was a little longer. I tried to throw a little action in there, but I’m still dipping my toes in the writing world, so there will be more to come.

I was thinking of doing a time jump in a couple of chapters. I’ve got things planned when it’s closer to the time in the show/game, but I want to build the story a little more first.

Gonna try and do another chapter tomorrow but we will see. Got some labs I have to finish eventually. Thanks for reading and give it a like or comment if you enjoyed!!❤️

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel Miller x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 3: New Neighbour?

Word count -> 1789 Warnings: Swearing, family members death, drunk driver, car crash

2 years before the outbreak:

Joel’s POV:

You walk into the kitchen to see Sarah sitting at the table, pushing her cereal around with her spoon.

“Hey, Kiddo” she looks at you and offers a small wave and a smile as you turn around to start making your morning coffee. When the coffee is done, you turn back to Sarah; her attention is now outside, she stares out the window. You don’t pay much attention to it.

“You ready for school, baby girl?” you ask her, but she doesn’t give any sign that she heard you. “Earth to Sarah? Hello?’

She shakes her head and looks at you, “sorry dad what were you saying?”

“I said are you all ready for school” you repeat yourself.

“Yeah I am, did you see we have a new neighbour moving in?” You can hear the slight excitement in her voic

“I did not” you reply back as you walk up beside her and take a look out the window yourself. She looks around your age, long brown hair, she looks quite short in comparison to the furniture she is carrying in, with the help of a man. You wonder who that is to her, boyfriend, husband maybe? That’s when you see her head turn towards you and your eyes meet. She offers a huge smile and a wave before turning her attention back to the man out there with her.

“She seems nice!” Sarah exclaims and you nod in agreement. That’s when you hear the front door swing open and hit the wall.

“Let’s go people, got places to be and things to build.” Your brother Tommy says as he walks into the kitchen after slamming the front door closed.

You look at Sarah, “your uncle is right we should get going.” She sighs back at you and stands up to go get her backpack.

You all head out to Tommy’s truck and as he is pulling out of the driveway he looks over to you and says “See you got a new neighbour moving in, talk to her yet? I would be lying if I said she wasn’t attractive.” You elbow him, you hear Sarah snickering from the backseat.

“Nope, have not. Just noticed her moving in like 15 minutes ago, and then you came in and started yelling at us to get going.” You reply. Tommy gives you a glare and says, “Fair point, I guess.”

“We are going to go introduce ourselves, right, Dad?” Sarah asks. She’s got that look on her face that tells you that you don’t have much choice in the matter either way.

You nod at her, “Yeah, sure, sweetheart. Maybe after I’m done with work.” Sarah sends the biggest smile back at you. This kid will be the end of me.

Reader’s POV:

You pull up to your new house in Austin, Texas, the deal finally closed a few days ago. You grew up in Boston, Massachusetts, right on the coast. You loved going to the beach with your family; you all enjoyed surfing together. Your parents weren’t very good, but you and your brother Liam grew to be quite good at it over the years. Liam was younger, so he was always very competitive with you; he eventually passed you in skill. You’d never admit that to him, though.

Liam nudges you, bringing you out of thought. “Are we gonna go inside or just sit here and stare at the place?”

You open the car door. “Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about home. I’m going to miss it a lot. I’m going to miss you, even though you are the worst roommate.” You reply with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get you moved in so I can get back home. My surfboards are waiting for me.” Liam says as he rolls his eyes at you.

You are thankful that he agreed to drive out in the moving truck with you, though you did have to promise him a plane ticket back to Boston. You recently got a job offer from one of the hospitals here in Austin. You just finished your fellowship in neurological surgery. You did your undergrad at MIT with a degree in immunology and then graduated with your medical degree from the Boston University School of Medicine. Your parents always bragged about how smart you were, but it definitely didn’t come easy. Med school was fucking brutal, and your bank account is still hurting from all the loans you’ve had to take over the many years of school.

Thankfully, your parents had let you stay with them for most of your schooling, but that recently changed pretty suddenly. About a month ago, your parents were hit by a drunk driver while on their way to your party that your brother was hosting to celebrate you finishing the fellowship. This obviously has been really difficult for both of you; the house you lived in with your parents was too expensive for you to keep up with the payments, so it had to be sold. We grew up there our whole lives; leaving it behind wasn’t easy.

Being in that city was too much for you, so when you got the offer to move out here. You took it almost immediately without even giving it proper thought; it was time for you to take this risk and try to heal yourself.

Your brother opens the moving truck, and you let out a big sigh. “Okay, lazy pants, let’s get this show on the road,” he says jokingly as he begins to grab a dresser from the truck, gesturing at you to grab the other end to help him carry it inside.

After about 30 minutes of non-stop back and forth, you beg for a moment of rest. He scoffs at you, “Fine, 5 minutes.” But you can tell he wanted a break too. You both begin to talk about the last time you both went surfing together; that’s when you look over at the house next door. You see a little girl with curly dark hair and a beautiful face looking out the window at you, and standing behind her is a tall, tanned-skin, scruffy-haired man who’s also looking at you. That must be her dad, you thought.

You smile and give them a wave before turning your attention back to your brother.

After a few hours, you finally brought everything inside the house, eventually with the help of your down-the-street neighbour, David, who offered his help to you. You thank him and tell him you owe him, and he replies with a “no you don’t; it was my pleasure.” Neighbourly things he claims.

Liam has fallen asleep on the couch, which isn’t even placed in the living room yet. So, you decide to grab some boxes labelled bedroom and haul them upstairs. Liam must have heard you struggling to carry the boxes up the stairs because he appears at the door of your new bedroom.

“How about some pizza? I can call and order it,” he asks, holding his phone in his hand.

“Pizza sounds good. Go downstairs and set the TV up when you’re done ordering it. And maybe move that couch into the living room before you decide to have another nap on it,” you tease him. “I’m going to finish putting these clothes away and then I’ll be down,” you add. He nods back at you and walks away.

As you are putting the last thing from that box in the dresser, you hear the doorbell go off. It can’t be the pizza. It feels like it’s only been 15 minutes since Liam was up here. You then hear him open the door and begin talking with someone. Who could that be?

“You’ve got some visitors, Sis,” Liam yells at you from downstairs as you are already walking towards the stairs. You get to the bottom and peer around the corner. The man and girl you saw in the window earlier. Wow, he is definitely taller than you thought when you see him next to your brother, who is already much taller than you.

“Hi, I’m Sarah! And this is my dad. We are your new neighbours!!” she says with an unbelievably huge smile on her face as she points back at the man.

“Name’s Joel, Joel Miller,” he says in a deep Texan voice. Something about it made your heart race a little. You snap out of it and point to your brother.

“This is Liam, my brother,” you say as you introduce yourself as well. Trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. Your brother gives you a weird look. Guess you weren’t hiding it very well.

“Well, anyways, we just wanted to come introduce ourselves and not be strangers,” Joel says as he taps his foot on the ground. Is he nervous too?

Liam looks at you and then to Joel and says, “I just ordered a bunch of pizza. If you guys want to stay for a slice.”

Sarah’s eyes light up, but Joel declines, “no that’s alright. Sarah and I got supper at home. Thank you though.” Sarah looks a bit disappointed, but she chooses not to argue with her dad about it.

You say your goodbyes and shake Joel’s hand, his hand is calloused and strong. The handshake maybe lingers for a second too long because you see your brother gives you a weird look again. You take your hand back and try not to blush. Sarah waves back at you as they walk away.

“Hopefully, we see you again soon!!” She yells back at you, and this makes you smile. You wave back at her in response, and she gives you a smile back.

You close the door and look over at your brother, who’s got a smirk on his face.

“Soooo, Joel Miller, hey?? Looks like he’s got you a little jumpy, huh?” he teases you. Rolling your eyes at him, you reply, “Please shut up and go set up that damn TV.”

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***AN: Well here is a little look into how they all came to know each other, with some backstory for the reader’s character. I am currently in school studying similar things so I thought it would be fun to throw that in there. I have plans for later in the story that will connect back to it. So trust the process😏

I’m definitely gonna have more flashback chapters throughout the story but the next chapter will be back in “present time.”

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading my story and I hope you are enjoying it so far. Like and comment and let me know what you think!!

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