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Darkness on the Edge of Town: Finale

Joel Miller x Fem!reader

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Fic Summary: Right before a mandatory FEDRA lockdown, Joel saved a woman in an ally from FEDRA guards and is forced to house her for the entire lockdown. I.e theres only one bed

Chapter Summary: Joel get's you out.

Warnings: PIV sex, raw dogging it, unprotective creampie, dry humping, sad ending, uuuuuuhhh thats it.

Immersability: Reader has no age gap, is implied to be approximately Joel's age, possibly older than Tommy. Is not concerned about pregnancy.

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Joel spent the day on his radio, trying to get a hold of someone named Tommy. You weren’t sure who Tommy was, but he said he’d help. Was he one of the guards Joel knew? He seemed to know a lot of people, despite being such a grump. You wondered if he worked with someone, someone with a little bit better of people skills.

You were on the bed, flopped and sprawled out, listening to Joel argue with various people as he dialed in an out of communication. Whoever Tommy was didn’t seem interested in him.

“Well he needs to talk to me, I’m his goddamn brother!” This was followed by the slam of a fist on the fist, making you jolt. Joel murmured and apology.

“Whose Tommy?”

A deep sigh. “My brother.”

You sit up, trying to catch his eye but Joel won’t allow it. “Older or younger.”

“Younger.” He grumbles. “That’s why he’s such a pain in my ass.”

Smiling, you stand up and walk over to wear he sat and wrapped your arms around her, feeling his chest. “Just like me.”

He relaxes to your touch, reaching his hand to hold yours. “Yeah, just like you.”

Joel could get you out, easy. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was you had nowhere to go.

The creek of the floor signaled your movements and you walked around the chair, kneeling. “Joel… can’t you go with me?”

He looked regretful. “I really wish I could, darl’n.”

“Why nooooooot??” You lay your head down on where his arm rested.

“Tommy.” Joel admitted to you, looking out the window with an air of wistfulness. “He’s the problem and the solution. He’s a firefly.”

Your ears pick up at that. “Oh?”

Joel scoffs. “Yeah, idealistic fuck.” He shook his head. “Tommy can get you somewhere safe, I know he knows people… but I can’t leave him.”

Another point of interest. “Are you a firefly?” That would explain why he knew so many people.

A soft chuckle. “No, absolutely fuck’n not.” He shook his head. “That’s Tommy’s shit. But him and Tess, they’re family. I ain’t leaving them…”

Tess. Sister? Friend? Girlfriend? WIFE?!?!? You tried to sound casual. “Whose Tess?”

Joel turns to the side, just slightly, eyeing you with a slight smile. “Are you jealous?”

You pull your hand away from him, standing up. “Should I be?” Playing it cool was not working.

“Easy now,” He spoke lowly as he stood up. “It ain’t like that.” His eyes dodged yours for a second. “Well, I guess sometimes it was like that.”

Nodding, you take in his words. “So I’m not like… the other woman… right?”

“No.” He was adamant in his words, sure and firm.

Your arms cross in figurative protection. “Then who is she?”

“Tess is… a friend. Known her a long time, she’s family, and…” He goes to rub the back on his neck. “I dunno… sometimes we… blow off a little steam… But it’s nothing romantic!” Joel is quick to add.

This relaxes you. It was understandable, the situation the world was in meant getting off where you could get. You liked being a pain in his ass, however.

“So, you fuck your family?”

That caught Joel’s attention, his eyes widening. “What?!”

You look up at him innocently. “You said Tess is family, and you admitted to fucking her…” As Joel towered over you, attempting to hide a smile as he realized you were just fucking with him, the back on your legs hit his bed.

“Fuck brat.” He wraps his arms around you, causing you to squeal as you both fall onto the unmade bed. A mess of blankets and sheets ripped off the corners takes you in, Joel’s boxer-covered hardness grinding into where his boxers also covered your sex. The two of you had spent the last few days in various states of undress, and have forgone the sweats for his underwear.

Breathing heavily, you wrap your legs around his waist and control the pace as he works you up. Feeling how hard you make, getting off on that hardness rubbing on you, you get obscenely wet and needy below him. You loved that no matter how big and tough he played, he let you take the lead.

“Fuck me, now” You demand as you shove him off you, both of you scrambling to get your underwear off. All the fear you felt was manifesting in arousal, your anxious for what happens when Ross gets his hands on you, the attraction you felt to Joel, the affection your felt over how he protected you… your head was swimming and you just needed to be filled.

Flipping over to your hands and knees, Joel wasted no time lining up and sliding into you, knowing you enough by this point that you can take him all.

The feral desperation was electric, the fear, the ever-present knowledge that this little window of heaven was slipping away from both of you made everything more intense. His thrusts were slopping, erratic, needy as he whimpered and grasped at your skin. He needed help.

“I got you, baby.” You whisper to him, reaching for the headboard you instruct him to relax, to just feel you. And god does he.

You use your leverage to fuck yourself on his cock, being filled and filled and filled over and over again by your own accord.

“That’s it.” He praised, hands groping and playing with your body, fingers rolling your pearled nipples between them. “Fuck yourself on my cock, use me to get off.”

And you did, god, did you ever. You fucked him until your both came collapsing on the now-bare mattress, a tangle of blankets flowing around you both as you two continued to kiss and touch in your post orgasmic bliss.

“We haven't been very careful, have we?” Joel musses, playing with you hair as you lay on his chest.

“How you mean?”

“Well, I think I came inside you at least a dozen times.”

You chuckle and kiss a plush peck. “I think I’m past the point of worrying about that.”

His eyebrow raises. “Oh? Are you…?”

“Post-menopausal? Not yet, but I don’t think we’re far off.”

He nods, viably relieved.

You wake a little bit before speaking again, bringing up a phrasing of his from earlier that had stuck in your head. “Is this romantic? To you?”

Lifting his head off the wearing-down mattress, Joel’s eyebrows furrow. “Hm?”

The white shirt you still had on draped over your breasts, reminding you they were no longer the pert, young breasts you had before the outbreak. You wondered what Joel looked like before, if you two would have gotten along like that back then… It was impossible to tell.

“Earlier, when you were talking about Tess, you said that wasn’t romantic. That. Emphasis on that.”

He looked like he had been caught. “Oh, um… well, you know-”

“Joel.” There was no way to tell what he was thinking. Was he backtracking because he thought you didn’t feel like that? Or had he just gotten ahead of himself when talking? “It’s okay, you can be honest.”

The bed creaked as he sat up, rough hands ruffling through his grays. “Well. I dunno…” You raised an eyebrow at him, but he insisted he was being honest. “Even before everything I didn’t really… date…” Joel cleared his throat. “Being a single dad didn’t leave much time for that.” Even the slightest references to Sarah was a hurdle to jump, a pain that stabbed at him so deep for a few seconds, he couldn’t breath. For a few seconds, all he saw was her, bloody and dying in his arms, all he could hear was her gurgled coughs and his own voice begging Tommy to help.

She knew him better than to push it, placing a hand over his and bringing him back to this world. “It is for me. Romantic. And I’m not under any delusions that this is a fairy tale. I know I have to leave, and I know you have to stay. You do for family. But Joel sweetheart…” You reach up to touch his face, his soft hairs and fluffy sex hair making you wish things were different. “But who you are- Joel, I need you to understand… You’re not who you think you are. You are a good person, you are loving and gentle and fun, baby…” You kiss his cheek. “I enjoy just talking with you, just being with you. Just… when I leave, just know, there are people who love you for you, not just what you can do for them, okay?”

Joel closed his eyes to your touch, pressing into your hands and humming, practically purring before he sighed and stood up.

“What are you doing?”

He pulled on his boxers again before sitting down at his radio. “Calling Tommy.”

“He ignored you the last several times.”

Joel sighed. “Yeah, because I just said it was me. I wanted… I wanted him to answer me… but if he knows someone needs help… he’s gonna come.” You watch as he calls in, to the fireflies you now know. “Yeah, it’s Joel- no, no wait just, fuck, I know he don’t wanna talk to me but… can you just relay a message? A woman needs his help. It’s important.”

Getting out of Boston did prove to be the easy part. Joel did it all the time, apparently.

The plan was made to leave the final night of the curfew. You and Joel had fucked like rabbits all day, violating every surface of his small apartment in an attempt to get enough of each other to fill the hole you knew was coming in his absence. How do you know someone for a week and feel like he’s already a part of you?

Joel was right, Tommy couldn’t resist a damsel in distress, and radioed Joel back an hour later. After explaining the situation, him and Tommy came up with a plan. Tommy was leaving Boston for a little bit on some sort of mission he refused to tell Joel about, making Joel worry even more. Tommy would only agree to take you if he didn’t give you any more details. Joel offered, even begged to come with Tommy, help him out on getting you to safety and whatever mission he had, but Tommy refused. He wanted nothing to do with Joel, and was only talking to him for you.

So this was goodbye.

“Joel.” A voice in the dark drew both of your attention, causing you to reach for your gun but Joel’s hand stopped you.

“Tommy…” Joel moved to greet him, but as the man stepped into the light, he held up a hand. “I’m not here for you, Joel.” He looked like Joel. Not extremely so, but passable. His face was a little scruffy, a 5 o'clock shadow all around and long, dark brown hair passing his chin. It was thick and wavy like Joel, but no touch of gray. Joel introduced you.

The dark and brooding expression on Tommy’s face softened, his glare fixing into a soft smile as he reached for your hand. “Thomas Miller, nice to meet you. Wish it was under better circumstances.”

You smile back. “Yeah, you and me both.”

“We should get going, are you ready?”

“I can still join-”

Tommy still wouldn’t look at him. “We need to go.” He was more firm this time.

You turn to Joel, heart breaking at the pain on his face as he stared at his brother rejecting him.

“Joel? Baby?” The pet name drew his attention, and clearly Tommy’s as well. You take his hand in yours. “Can you look at me?”

He listened to you like he always did in bed, eyes watering despite his hardened shell.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

He shook his head. “I thought I could protect you.”

You place both hands on his cheeks, feeling the scruff. “Joel, you saved me. I don’t know what exactly Ross and those men would have done to me, but there's a good chance I wouldn’t make it out alive, and even if I did…” You close your eyes and shake your head. It wasn’t unheard of for bodies of women to show up dead. Evil men were still men when the world fell apart. “I’m going to be safe, okay? And it’s because of you.”

Joel sighed, as he always did, taking your hands off his face but still holding them. “Please be careful, okay? Tommy’ll take care of yuh, and I ain’t go no doubt he’ll keep up with that mouth of yours.” He gives your hands a squeeze. “Go on, now. Everything will be alright. Promise.” He sounded like he was convincing himself as much as you.

You look at his lips, silently asking but not wanting to make him uncomfortable kissing in front of someone. Joel hesitate, but moves in, hesitating again before giving you a small kiss on the cheek. You’ll take it. Hugging him, you whisper a thank you and a goodbye.

Joel makes one last attempt to talk to his brother and he gently nudges you in Tommy’s direction. He’s assured you time and time again that Tommy is a safe person, that he is a good person and not a rapist, but still the idea of being alone was daunting. You could handle yourself pretty well, but it’s not like you were a weight lifter. Tommy was stronger and possibly more youthful. “Tommy, man, thank you for-”

“This doesn’t make up for all the other shit, Joel.” Tommy interrupted him, pointing an aggressive finger. “Saving one woman isn’t going to undo all the bullshit-”

“I didn’t see you stopping me-”

“NO ONE COULD STOP YOU, JOEL! Jesus, even Tess can ring you in sometimes! You’re a fucking maniac and I don't ever want to see your goddamned face again.” With that, he turned on a heal and beckoned you to follow him.

The last thing Joel saw was your confused face, trying to make sense of Tommy’s accusations.

You watch Joel disappear behind you, and wonder what kind of man you had just spent a week falling in love with.

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