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Snowflakes

Fandom: The Last of Us

Pairing: Joel x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death

Word Count: 1935

A/N: Holy shit I was going to make this smutty but my mind just kinda went down a different path. So, I hope you’ll enjoy this? I’m not even sure anymore. Be on the lookout for more Joel x Reader. Also, I wrote this at 2 in the morning so if there are spelling mistakes, I apologize, as well as apologize if this doesn’t make much sense!

Snowflakes were falling gently around the two as they walked, silently taking in the landscape around them. The untouched path they were trekking upon was gorgeous in (Y/N)'s eyes, the only downside being the near deadly temperature seeping into her clothing. During the total ten years of this hell on earth so far, winter never had gotten as bad as this before.

Joel was silent like always, his weatherproof gear only being a shirt, a long sleeve, a flannel, and some jeans and boots. The woman was covered in the complete opposite, four different layers of shirts and jackets on with three layers of pants. A bright green scarf, obviously dulled over the years, was the only major splash of color on her, the clothing she managed to grab either black, gray, or brown. The man would never admit to it in his wildest dreams, but seeing (Y/N) all bundled up like that, the tip of her nose all red and cheeks flushed, made him really want to stop what they were doing, push her up against a tree, and claim those plump lips for all their worth.

The reason they were put here in the first place was because Tess had signed them up for a smuggling job unknowingly, with them having to travel across the state of Massachusetts to Iowa. When Tess had told them both, a devious glint in her eye, (Y/N) instantly knew what the woman was trying to do. Give them some alone time as it was a rare thing to have in the Quarantine Zone, maybe have someone get attacked while the other saves them, and presto manifesto, you have some possible sexual tension that springs up out of nowhere.

Snapping out of how pissed she was at Tess, although having to admit it wasn’t that bad of a plan, she focused her sights back on their surroundings. Rays of sunlight were starting to peek out from behind the gloomy cloud coverage, offering them the wonderful experience of being partially blind for a few moments. Looking away and towards Joel, she took a good, hard look at the resilient and hardened soul walking next to her. Of all the shit they went through, what with Tommy wanting to join the Fireflies after Joel became a Hunter, (Y/N) torn about whose side to go on. So when Joel’s brother suddenly left and the man himself started doing even more questionable things to help them survive, she knew she needed to find her closest friend all the way in Boston.

Joel suddenly halted the woman, an arm out in front of her to keep her still. His shoulders were tensed, eyes flicking across the landscape while she slowly reached down for the pistol holstered at her thigh, the metals cool handle making her cringe at the absolute freezing temperature. Her own eyes kept flicking between Joel and the covered path in front of them, the snow piled so high that she knew they would have to loop around. (Y/N) had heard nothing, but then again, she realized, the whole time she couldn’t stop looking at the man beside her.

Deciding to take charge, she ignored Joel’s protests and stomped through the cold substance, her snow boots not doing anything against protecting her. When she rounded the other side of the mound, the view that was shown was spectacular. How (Y/N) didn’t take in her far surroundings she didn’t know, but when Joel was about to snap at her for being stupid, the words died in his own throat. The man took in the absolute wonder shining in her (E/C) orbs, the color darting around, scanning the wide open space before them while she was too distracted to notice his gaze.

There were a series of cabins scattered on the other side of the obviously frozen lake, looking as if they hadn’t been touched by the world around them. When she took in a second look, she noticed that if they were getting to those houses to stop for the night, that they’d have to cross directly on the hardened water. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“What is it?” Joel worried, accent flooded with warmth and caution and that damned worry that made her fall in love with him all over again. Yes, (Y/N) was in love with the man too far in his grief to probably love anyone else ever again. She never pried as he had never told her who he had lost, but she knew the feeling all the same. After all, she was pretty much all alone in the world of the infected besides the fact that Tess and Joel didn’t tire of her company.

“Well, if we decide to take shelter and scavenge those amazing looking cabins, the only option we have of getting there is by crossing the lake. We can’t go around as this piece of shit is too wide.” She gestured to the frozen water, Joel glancing at it before taking in her words. “I have a feeling that we’d get stuck on the side and have to retreat away from the jackpot just waiting for us to find it.”

Joel chuckled at her enthusiasm over the prospect of heading in for shelter and a place to rest for the night. It sounded appealing to him as well, (Y/N) noticing his longing glance casted over to the other side of the lake. “Well, if we head out now, we should be there within no time.” And with that Joel started striding towards the water’s edge, slowing down his steps to carefully place a foot on the ice. (Y/N) followed behind him, smile wide and joyful as she surpassed him quickly, knowing she was lighter than him with his heavy backpack than she ever could be.

She managed to not slip as Joel was fully on the slippery surface, his pace slow and steady while (Y/N)’s was a little more excited, still mindful of the icy waters just below her feet. Snow started to fall lightly when they were about halfway across, the woman a good distance away in front of Joel for her to stop and look on. The sky was starting to get a tad bit darker, the sun from before disappearing behind the clouds as (Y/N) started to take another step. However, before she could even set her foot down, the loudest noise she had ever heard in her life sounded from beneath her.

Joel froze, staring at the back of her in alarm when the woman stopped walking with her foot suspended in midair, trying to balance. “J-Joel.” Another crack and this time she looked down, seeing the thin lines forming in the frosted ice, breathing starting to pick up just the slightest. Before he could even react, the ice plunged into the icy depths, taking (Y/N) down with it.

The water hit her like a ton of bricks, air rushing out of her lungs as the cold enveloped her completely. Her eyes were squeezed tightly so she couldn’t see anything, and the only thing she could hear was her elevated and erratic heartbeat along with the rush of water all around her. (Y/N) felt like she couldn’t move but tried to anyways, managing to break the surface of the water miraculously, clawing at the ice.

The frigid water had gotten into her mouth, spluttering it out while calling out to Joel. The man snapped out of it from where he was frozen, swiftly maneuvering on the ice and just reaching a hand out when (Y/N) was pulled back under. Her hands hadn’t found the purchase she so desperately needed so she plunged back in, mouth open in a gasp with her eyes open as well, now being able to see the inky blackness beyond, the lightened ice above her head.

“(Y/N)!” Joel shouted, kneeling at the edge of the hole while running his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do. When he heard a pounding from under the ice three feet away from his right, he scrabbled over to it, barely spotting her outline, the bright green scarf standing out. He wasted no time in taking out a spare hatchet from his pack, slamming the blade's sharp edge into the ice. He repeated the motion continuously, keeping an eye on where he was aiming and spotting her weakened arms stop

Joel pushed on, focusing on the task at hand while trying not to cry out in frustration. It felt like his whole world was crashing down with nothing to pull him back from the thoughts plaguing his mind. When he finally broke through the layer of ice with a decent sized hole to pull (Y/N) out, he reached down into the water, cursing at the temperature. Joel hefted her body and dragged her far from the cracked ice, immediately set on checking for a pulse.

“C’mon, C’mon (Y/N). Don’t do this to me now,” the man mumbled, trying to keep his voice from trembling. It didn’t stop the tears springing under the surface, an uncharacteristically broken sob leaving his lips when he couldn’t find the pulse he so desperately needed to feel. Joel was shaking but continued on, hovering his ear over her opened mouth, waiting for something, anything to happen.

There. It was barely detectable, the man guessing because it was so cold that her heart rate would be slowed drastically. Joel immediately set out, placing his locked hands on her chest, the pace fast as (Y/N)’s body shifted with each press. After counting in his head, he stopped at thirty, shuffling and bending down to her face, tilting her head back as he pinched her nose. 

I’m sorry. This should’ve been more romantic, Joel thought morbidly, pressing their lips together. He glanced at her chest, making sure it rose two times with each breath he transferred before switching back to the compressions, repeating the back and forth cycle. The man didn’t know how long he had been doing the process for, his mind chalking up multiple, horrid thoughts when he still didn’t see (Y/N) wake up. Joel wanted to see her genuine smile, hear her voice reassure him that everything was going to be okay, see the look on her face when he finally got up the courage to admit his fucking feelings to her.

Joel tried pushing it to the back of his mind, steeling himself as he once again begged for this to work. Their lips touched again, Joel’s body sagging in defeat when there was still no response, tears now freely falling down his face. He stopped his movements, their lips separating as he pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s forehead, (S/C) skin frigidly cold under the heat emanating from his mouth.

“B-Baby girl, I need you to w-wake up now.” By this point, his hands were woven in her damp locks, foreheads tightly against one another as his eyes searched her face. Still, nothing, lids closed, blocking the wonderful (E/C) that he so loved to see shining. “Shit, s-shit, I l-love yo-” Joel’s voice cracked, a sob wracking his frame as he placed another, fleeting kiss on blue lips. “Don’t leave me.”

And so he stayed there, the frost seeping through his thin layers, weeping over the woman he thought he could possibly have a decent albeit shitty future with. All was still in the world, besides the snowflakes falling gently over them, blanketing them in sadness and death.

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Million Reasons

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Warning: Slight Angst

Word Count: 1928

A/N: Loosely based on the song Million Reasons by Lady Gaga. Not doing a summary for now because I just wanted to try something out. Set in the interim of S3 and S4, just in case you get confuzzled~

You're giving me a million reasons to let you go You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show

It was hard at times, having to deal with the pressure of a relationship when the dead were all around you day and night. Wanting, needing, to survive while also worrying about the fact that it was crucial to look out for your other half was telling on the brain. She felt like she couldn’t deal with the emotional and physical strain that was clearly tearing them slowly apart, the already fragile strings staying strong but willing to split at any moment. They were both stubborn and they knew that, somehow managing to form a romantic bond while barely opening up to each other.

Everyone could feel the tension that surrounded the two on a daily basis, Daryl always skulking off to go hunt or take off on supply runs, (Y/N) distracting herself by taking care of Judith even though she worked on guard duty. She loved the man, so deeply that if someone were to rip her heart right out of her chest, it would forever beat for him and only him. Recently, though, everything had been shifting into something more strained than usual, the hunter always slipping right through her fingers during the day and hesitantly accepting her touch at night. It pained her in a way she wasn’t comfortable with talking about to Maggie or Carol, so as always, she pushed it to the back of her mind.

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still

Days went by without the two of them talking and the atmosphere in the prison was more or less awkward. Carol had tried conversing with Daryl to no avail while Glenn had taken a different approach, taking the hunter out on a small supply run to get in some questioning time. Daryl didn’t budge, however, much to the irritation of the main group. Maggie had tried countless times to get (Y/N) to open up about what was going on, but it was ultimately the younger Greene that managed to crack through her surface.

“I don’t know what’s happening Beth,” the (E/C) eyed woman sighed in defeat, slumped over in her room, their room. “Everything was fine, we were doing fine. You know we’ve had our ups and downs; even you have, you and Zach.” The woman shifted around on the mattress, hands clasped tightly together as she stared intently at her boot-clad feet.

“Well,” the younger Greene started, clearly hesitating with her thoughts, “maybe you just need to talk to him.” (Y/N) was about to protest but Beth cut her off. “I’m serious, just talk to him. Nothin' is ever easy when it comes to relationships. You just gotta give him a chance, (Y/N). And if he still doesn’t talk, then maybe you need to lay out all your cards on the table, show your hand and see if he counters it. If he doesn’t, then he isn’t good enough for you.” She was staring at the downtrodden woman in front of her, taking in the bags under her eyes, the way she held herself. This isn’t good, Beth thought to herself, she needs to find him or this isn’t going to end well.

I bow down to pray I try to make the worst seem better

She needed to clear her thoughts and the only way she could think of doing so was by taking guard duty for the night. Her (H/C) hair was in disarray, clothes baggier than usual and smile almost nonexistent. Thankfully, Hershel could tell that she needed to do something to get the thoughts plaguing her mind to go away, even for a small second, and allowed her to take the graveyard shift. The couple still hadn’t talked to one another, a few more days passing by to this one night. The chill was cooling down her heated skin, allowing her to just focus on the cold air instead of the stress the situation was causing her.

(Y/N) knew that everyone was worried about her, the rapid decline in her overall health,  but she didn’t want to dwell on that. Instead, she focused on her footsteps, the slight crunch of the gravel underneath her boots, the soft chirping of crickets that somehow managed to survive along with the moans and groans of the walkers on the other side of the fence. Nature prevails in the end, she thought bitterly, thoughts slowly drifting back to Daryl. The contact between the two was not the issue anymore, but more of the fact that she couldn’t find him at all. He was obviously avoiding her openly, that hurting more than any hateful or spiteful words ever could.

Finally arriving at the tower, she opened the door, light trickling into the darkened space. (Y/N) propped open the door, allowing her to properly see the ladder rungs leading up to the top of the enclosed top. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out, repeat. The ladder reminded her of all of her problems with their relationship, how she was at the very bottom and needing to somehow advance her way up to resolve their issues. Gnawing on her lip, she sluggishly ascended up the metal rungs that groaned under the weight of her body.

Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather

Maybe it was because they had been avoiding the topic of children; he wanted one and she was stricken with fear every time she remembered Lori. Maggie had told her in explicit detail of that horrible day, opening up to the woman who was now hesitating at the latch. Maybe it was all her fault. With that sudden worry implanted in her mind, the door above her head swung open, Daryl’s face looking back at her. Panic seized her, grasping onto her heart as her wide and startled eyes looked on into his own emotionless ones. Without a word, he shuffled away, holding the door open for the woman and once she passed through the threshold, the archer kept his distance.

The silence was unbearable but (Y/N) understood that the air around them was a too tense, so she decided to let him talk at his own pace. She instead took the time to study his features, not seeing anything out of the ordinary other than the blank but strong glare aimed at the landscape around them. They sat like that for a long while, not making a single noise besides the barely audible intakes and outtakes of air.

“I know yer worried.”

I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Her eyes locked onto his face, his blue eyes staring right at her for the first time in two weeks, and her heart melted before solidifying. Daryl could clearly see the emotions running across her face and she could tell he could. It was a never ending cycle and (Y/N) was the one who broke it by looking at her drawn up knees.

“I’m not worried about-”

“(Y/N), stop it. I know yer not okay. Hell, I’m not okay,” Daryl stressed, leaning his arms on bent knees while gazing at her steadily. He let her process his words before he pressed on, wanting to just be with her instead of talking it out like he hated to do. “Yer not the only one that’s scared. I ‘member what Maggie looked like when she came outta the prison with Lil’ Asskicker in her arms and Lori, not beside 'em.” The man started to chew on his thumbnail like he always did when he was nervous and the woman had the instinct to reach her hand out to stop t like she always did. She forced herself not to, knowing that he was still shy when it came to showing affection.

Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware

The woman turned her head slightly towards the skyline and stared pointedly at it, not wanting to look Daryl in the eyes and break down crying. She needed to be strong, to not show weakness, and not knowing that was what Daryl wanted her to do. He wanted to comfort her, show her he was there for her when he hadn’t been the past few days if the evidence of how she looked was anything to go by. Great job Dixon. Look at what you’ve done now. As he was mentally berating himself, (Y/N) took this as a good moment to get everything off of her shoulders.

“I love Judith to death like she was one of my own, and I know Rick appreciates everything I’ve done with her. It’s just… I don’t want you to see me like that, Daryl. I don’t want to leave you like that and I know this relationship is still fresh and I sometimes think we’re moving too fast-” (Y/N) had to stop herself before she became a sobbing mess, thinking if anything happened that she would be leaving him on his own with a small baby in place. “I don’t want you to close yourself off from the rest of the group, from our baby. I love you too much to do that.”

A weight had been lifted from her conscience, allowing her to breathe a little better as she finally relaxed for what seemed like a whole year. Now she had another problem to deal with; Daryl’s response. Would he be angry? Upset? Will he pull further back from me? Just as quickly, the calm that washed over her vanished as a layer of hesitancy wrapped around her previously unburdened shoulders, latching onto her skin and whispering unwarranted thoughts into her mind. And then another thought rushed to the forefront of her mind. I just said ‘I love you’.

And if you say something that you might even mean It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe

Fidgeting on the spot, she made a move to get up but Daryl was faster and stopped her motions with a firm hand on her wrist. They said nothing as Daryl pulled her to him, grasp on her body comforting as she tentatively relaxed into his chest. His body was tensed but slowly unfurled, settling comfortably with the (H/C) woman resting on his chest, pressing a long, lingering kiss to the crown of her head.

“Everythin’ is gonna be fine, (Y/N). We’re gonna be okay, so let’s jus’ get this past us. We don’ have ta have children now, and we can wait as long as ya need ta.” She curled further into his broad chest, fingers fidgeting with the edge of his vest. Daryl maneuvered his fingers under her chin, chuckling lightly when she feebly protested the movement. “ I love ya.” This froze her in her tracks, hands tightening into his vest as she peeked up at him from under her furrowed brows.

“Do you mean it?”

“O’ course I mean it, woman. Not stop yer fussin’ and kiss me already.”

Sure, they had their ups and downs, like every couple has before. And as they finally shared a delicate, passionate kiss, she realized that he gave her one in a million reasons to stay.

But baby, I just need one good one to stay