#tlou masterlist

Lucky for you.

The irony.

You haven’t known Tommy for a long time, but you hadn’t taken him as someone who would break down in front of you. His confidence was an illusion he kept for the town members but you didn’t imagine it would shatter this quickly with you. Yet he did confess the torments Joel put him through, because he trusted you, or because he saw a similar pain in you.

Deep down within yourself, even after concealing your lie, you had this puny, tiny hope that he would understand your perspective if you’d confess to him, and it terrified you. 

You were terrified to let something slip. Terrified to be so comfortable and drunk with love that you’d say something you shouldn’t at the wrong time.

 Terrified to say you were part of the Salt Lake City crew after a loving embrace in your bed. 

Terrified of his reaction if you would even dare telling him you were involved in the making of the vaccine the whole world could only dream of.

Terrified to confess the vaccine didn’t only fail.

Tommy was a good man. Your allegiance to the Fireflies would destroy him. 

Your lies kill him. 

The new beginning you wanted might not come this easily anymore and you would have to fight and lie for it, continuously.

The worst part was that lying to him was so easy. You’ve seen it in his eyes and in his loving gaze. He was too broken to discern the truth anymore. He just wanted to adore and love you.

His brother on the other hand…

 Today was your third patrol with Joel. It has been two weeks since you hurt your ankle, and you haven’t missed him at all. And now that you’ve learned more about him, you weren’t sure how to act. 

Pity for his daughter.

 Anger because of Tommy.

When he crosses the entrance of the stables in his weathered jacket and dark jeans, wearing his usual grim face and his rifle in his back, you feel torn. 

You should be hating him for what he forced Tommy to do and yet, you can’t go past the veil of sorrow in his narrow eyes, those damn hollow eyes which probably lost their sparkle after resting one last time on his daughter.

Sarah. 

The name is like the echo of a forbidden song, a rumour you weren’t supposed to know. Just thinking about it feels wrong.

You’re already on the way out with Betty when he passes next to you.  He’s so menacing. His eyes imprisoned by his frowned eyebrows, you barely see a darkness shining through when he looks down your foot.

“I’m still probably faster than you,” you hint at his lame leg.

          He would have ignored you a few weeks ago, so you’re not sure if it’s because of Tommy or just because he’s grown accustomed to you, but he answers, his tired and gravelly voice irking your spine.

“That’s it? That’s your way to start the day? By pissing me off?” he growls and gets to his horse before joining you out in the snow.

“Well, if you don’t let me use my fucking rifle, I’ll probably keep going,”

He grimaces, sighs heavily and presses his legs against his horse’s flank, trotting to the main door in order to escape you.

When you leave the walls of Jackson, Tommy’s staring at the both of you from the walls, wearing his red and beige checkered jacket; his hair tied again in a tight bun. You can’t really see the features on his face, but you know he’s worried about you. Things have changed in two weeks. He nods in your direction and watches as you both disappear in the forest trail.

     Somehow, you know it’s going to be okay. You may fight. You may scream at each other, but you’ll be okay. 

  A silent hour passes before you reach the outcrop you fought the clicker at. The view is clear; the sun is high. You don’t feel as cold as the last time.

It’s gonna be okay. 

   When the two of you dismount, you see its remnants, or at least its silhouette swallowed by the snow.  They didn’t bother pushing it out of the way. Your jacket gets smaller around your neck and your throat dries as you recall the fight you’ve barely escaped. 

    You hear its clicks and croaking. You feel his nails in your leg. You see his snapping mouth and the moulded cordyceps on his greyish skin. You remember your panicked screams no one heard. The jacket forbids you to breathe, like the hand of the creature ready to snap your neck in half. 

You almost died that day.

You were so fucking focused on helping Tommy and what almost happened in the lookout you forgot how much it shook you to the core. Your hand shivers and you can’t take your eyes from the silhouette, drawn back to that day as the fights rewinds over and over in your head. 

Clicks. Croaks.

Nails. Skin. Leg.

Teeth. Snaps. Mouth.

Screams. Fight. Survive. Survive.

Something pulls you out of your thoughts, and you turn around abruptly in pure terror in a fight or flight response, your knife is in your hand faster than you think before realizing it’s only Joel. You stop in your tracks, panting and shaking, the knife in your hand way too close to his chest as sweat rolls down your forehead. It’s just him. 

Just Joel. Not a clicker.

Joel stares you up and down, unimpressed, his dark eyes judging your lack of discernment. 

“Get your shit together princess,”

You don’t even acknowledge his comment, too shaken up by your own disproportionate reaction. 

You do need to keep your shit together if you want to keep going on patrol. Any incident and Tommy would get too scared to let you go out, and if you stabbed his brother, god knows what would be his reaction.

 You put away the knife, still trembling.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to, I got—”

“— I know,” he cuts, already on his way to the outcrop view, his rifle in his hand. He doesn’t pay attention to you anymore.

For someone who didn’t trust you, he was way too careless. Maybe it was your time to prove him your worth.

You inhale and take your rifle next to him, ready to shoot whether he wants it or not.

“We’ve discussed this already, put it back,”he grumbles.

  You don’t look at him, don’t listen to him and  fill the cartridge with bullets in steady moves until he grabs the barrel and pulls it violently to the side.

“do you fuckin’ listen when I talk to you? Put that back,” 

    His eyebrows gathered too close together, his mouth downturned in a buried rage and the barrel so thin he could bend it with his rugged hands, Joel tenses up. 

He hates that you don’t listen to him. He hates that Tommy doesn’t see the danger in you. He hates how bold you are because of his brother’s promise not to hurt you.

“I told you Joel, let me use my fucking rifle, we both know I—

“— I don’t fuckin’ care,” he comes so close to you that you need to step back, “I don’t give a damn that you’re a good shoot, I don’t care that you fuck my little brother, you ain’t gonna hold a damn weapon when you’re out with me,”

You freeze, unable to find a word to snap back at him.

So much for keeping it a secret.

  He steps towards you once more; his nose pinched with disgust, the dangerous light in his dark eyes flickering in anger.His lips are trembling from restraining himself but he scoffs.

“Yeah, I know you’ve been fuckin’ him. I told him to be careful, but no, Tommy always does whatever he wants,”

That’s it. That’s enough. The irritation bottled down explodes. You move into his space, your nose so close to his you can almost feel his skin against yours and dig your finger in his jacket, as threatening as you can make yourself be. 

“And then what? He’s not your fucking bait, you’re not the one who gives orders anymore, he can fuck me whenever he wants,”

His face drops and the hollow veil vanishes. The corner of his mouth twitches and he swallows painfully, but the rage is gone. His face is met with disbelief and confusion, and for a brief moment, torment and grief shine upon his gaze.

“He told you?” his voice breaks in a whisper and he gazes at you for the first time, trying desperately to understand what Tommy saw in you to confess this part of their life.

“Yes, because unlike you Joel,” you sigh, refraining to say words you would truly regret, “your brother is willing to trust and build actual connections with other human beings,”

He swallows, but for once he doesn’t snap back. He’s shaken to his core. You, out of anyone, weren't supposed to get a glimpse of his past. Not when he was on your trail, not when the past could become a weapon in your hands. He couldn’t risk being vulnerable because his brother talked too much.

“Those things you’re judging me for, they kept us alive,” his voice is low, a gravel-lined rumble that drags before reaching your ears.

“You murdered innocent people Joel, and you traumatized your own brother with it, I don’t call that survival,”

His jaw clenches and his fingers fidget against his jacket.

“Lots of innocent people died, We did what needed to be done,” he shakes his head negatively, pain and anger intertwined in his eyes in a deadly battle, “You can’t be any better than me,”

You tried to save the world of course you… 

Something clicks in you like evidence.

“Is this why you don’t trust me? Because I survived and you can’t accept that I did without doing horrible things like you, is this it?”

     He swallows but the flicker of pain vanishes. He forgets about his brother and remembers the reason he got you out there on patrol with him. Loathing appears on his face. On every wrinkle, on every twitch of his face, on the pinching of his lips, you can see the disgust he has for you.

“You wanna know why princess?” he’s on you again, but you don’t flinch, “We saw you from afar when those stalkers attacked you and your little friend. You were nowhere able to shoot. And then two weeks later  you turn into an unmatched killing machine?” He smirks, “ How long did you survive, you said? Three weeks in the wild at the same time the numbers of infected increased near our walls, all of you coming from the South?” Something ain’t right.”

Your answer is suspended in the air. 

You didn’t think he would piece the last fact together but he’s not far and you realize that he’s not only dangerous because he’s unpredictable and strong but because he’s also smart and observant.

“Your pretty little face won’t fool me, I recognize someone who’s willing to do anything to survive, “he points at you in a terrifying smirk,” and you princess, are one of them, and my brother is a fool to trust you,”

“ Then pretend. I don’t care if you don’t trust me, just play the part, let me be useful,”

He ignores you, “ where do you come from?” 

“The south”

“ WHERE !”his voice tears like a shredded roar ripping through an old wound, and you shudder.

 “Everywhere Joel, we moved all the time,” you lie on the spot, “we thought going North would be safer,”

“And only you survived ? I don’t buy it,”

You neither. You wouldn’t have survived without Laura. It had nothing to do with your skills.

“Enough Joel, the past is in the past, I’m here now and I won’t move,”

He sneers, his anger becoming a cruel attitude, “I’m the one asking questions and you should damn answer,”

“Or what?” you fight back, “You can’t touch me, you can’t hurt me ! What are you going to do?”

“Oh princess, you’re too arrogant. I could strangle you right now Tommy would still pick my side,”

“ Would he?”

“ he did for many years,”

“because of your daughter Joel, because he was ready to damn his own soul to protect yours !”

Joel stops again, too stunned to speak. The well of pain in his eyes overflows and his upper lip trembles against his will, against all the strength he uses to not show any emotions.

“What did you just say?”

“ I know about Sarah, Tommy — 

“ — Don’t say another word,”

You push your luck.

“I know she died a long—“

He jumps on you and grabs your jacket roughly, shaking you like a vulgar toy. His whole body trembles and his eyes widen like you’ve never seen them before. 

That was a mistake you shouldn’t have made.

How dare Tommy talk about her to you ? What allowed him to talk about Sarah to someone he despised.

“ You don’t…” he pauses, his breath ragged with wrath, “You don’t get to talk about her, ever,”

A murderous gleam passes in his face. Years of restraint ready to be unleashed on you.Terror fills your body. But the pain slowly overpowers the hate in his eyes. His eyebrows gather upward, and the skin of his cheeks quivers.

   He can see her in his mind. Her curly hair, her smile, her humor. He hears them too. The whimpers in her cracked voice, blood gushing from her wound as she desperately tried to hold him. Her blood smeared all over his shirt. His frantics sobs and cries for help before Tommy told him it was too late. The silence that filled the place when he hugged her one last time.

 He recalls the numbness that went into his mind as she took her last breath,her body curled up in his arms as he rocked her in confusion.

A void had filled him in an instant. He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t talk. Her daughter, her blood. She had died in his arms because he hadn’t been able to protect her like a father would. 

Tommy had been the one carrying her lifeless frame far from the city until they found a place to hide in hope the tumult of the outbreak would stop.The world was circling around him in a mad carousel of violence but the tumult never stopped and Tommy had to bury her one day after his birthday,during a fresh September night.

He had failed her and she didn’t have a proper tomb. A proper funeral.

He had been unable to watch it.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t eat.

He couldn’t even shoot himself in the head properly.

The two brothers remained in the same blood soaked clothes for days, unable to talk, faced with the reality of the Cordyceps that chased them further away from home, making their grieving impossible.

 Joel died this day. His joy, his pride, everything taken down with her. 

It didn’t take him long to turn the pain into violence, to become this cruel, ruthless and numb ghost that would inflict the same suffering to everyone who crossed his path. Tommy had watched in silence and followed him everywhere, too young, too kind. 

When life caught up to them after years of running and surviving in a gruesome way they joined the Boston QZ in hope of stability. It has been a mistake. 

Wherever he would go, he would see them. The uniforms. The men who were listening to orders. The men who killed his daughter.  He had to live every day by doing the thing he hated the most : working for them, obeying them, all of this for food stamps that wouldn’t guarantee a decent meal. 

He learned to live this way : obeying when he had to, smuggling when he could, becoming feared by the “voters”, left alone by the FEDRA soldiers. He and Tommy were a good team on the surface, but when he joined the Fireflies, their relationship fractured. He couldn’t believe that his little brother wanted to join those fanatics and he never explained his reasons, only accepting to stay in contact with his older brother through radio signals. 

Until she shattered his existence. 

Ellie.

Ellie Williams.

That girl gave his life a meaning he had long lost and buried. 

 She was a burden at first, just an annoying talking package he had to transport across the country in exchange for weapons. Then he and Tess figured the Fireflies needed her because she was immune and needed her blood for a cure.

At last there was hope, a small chance for a bright future, just because of a girl.

She had grown on him, like a tune stuck in his head, until halfway across the country he realized she was more than a burden.

    She was nothing like Sarah. Born in a torn world, carried from places to places, Ellie had been a ticking bomb from the day they met. He thought he had to protect her when she was the one protecting him, bringing him back to life one silly joke at a time. 

    She had saved him when he was too slow and dead to see a raider attack him. She had saved and stitched him during the cold winter, she had saved him, body and soul, countless times. 

   After their quick stop in Jackson he had finally accepted her in his heart like his own. He couldn’t help it.

 He started loving her in ways she would never understand, imagined a future with her, where he would try to fill her life with happy memories. She had said she wanted to go to space once. He didn’t forget it.

 Then they reached Salt Lake City and he failed her the same way he failed Sarah. 

The surgery would kill her. It probably did. 

He fought. Too slow, too old. 

He failed her.

He failed both of them. 

And yet he lived and when he woke up from his coma in Jackson, Tommy by his side, he knew he was back in hell.

Death would have been sweet for him but his brother had come for him, all the way from Jackson to save him, like the hero he was.

They kept their whole life silent in Jackson, never talking about the murders, Boston, the Fireflies or even Ellie. People barely saw her with Joel those two days and since travelers weren’t uncommon, no one has asked questions.

Tommy mentioning Sarah to you was in this sense completely out of character. It wasn’t supposed to happen. His brother had no right to take her memory and share it with a stranger. The one person he didn’t trust at all. The one refugee whose story wasn’t convincing enough. 

You. 

   All the memories make his heart stop for a moment. His vision blurs, his head starts turning, and the blood pulsing in his temples echoes Sarah’s cries in his mind.  He lets you go and leans his tall frame on a tree to catch his breath, his heartbeat unleashed below his chest, his back turned to you. 

“ Joel?”

“ Stop,” he gasps for air, away from you, “don’t say a fuckin’ word,”

  He hides from you for a few minutes and you stand there immobile. You didn’t want to comfort him but seeing him struggling pinches your heart in a guilty knot. 

    In the end, the strong and menacing Joel Miller was just an old broken man, haunted as much as Tommy, hiding it behind a terrible mask of fear. 

You pity him. 

No daughter. No brother. No friends. Alone in a town that didn’t want him. 

Maybe he brought it on himself. Maybe he deserved it but you pity him still.

You watch him calm down and head back to the outcrop edge without giving you another look.

He doesn’t know what he would do if ever did.

  You wait, impatient, for him to eliminate the infected on the other side. It takes longer today but without your scope you can’t really count them all. 

Joel grunts, “damn bloater,”

You gasp, gained by an irrational fear, “A bloater?”

Bigger than the clickers, stronger, deadlier, a bloater was a death sentence. 

You still hated the stalkers more.

   Joel doesn’t answer, your voice irritating him like the shrieking of a broken door during the night and it takes him six rounds to finally exhale deeply.

     It takes him overall twenty minutes to clear the other side, loading bullets after bullets, making you understand the anxiety Tommy has been feeling lately. Now wasn’t the time for ammunition to run out. It was out of the question. Doing expeditions during this season was too dangerous to go out for several weeks of travel. If bloaters started to appear along the clickers, it would force him to make harsh and dangerous decisions.

When Joel is done, he puts his weapon back into the holster and climbs onto his horse in a low grunt, still not addressing your presence.

  You arrive at the ski lodge after enjoying the peaceful trail under the trees, feeling the sunlights that pierce through the branches where they’re thinner. Much better with this weather and on a horse than with a bruised ankle, under the snow and covered in blood.

  You both do the same nonchalant routine as if you've been a team for years, moving as one, the silence Joel ordered being a strong motivation to observe all of his moves and do the same like a good soldier. 

   He avoids looking at you like pestilence, unsure how bad the defiance in your eyes would trigger him again, and keeps watch over the panorama of the window, leaving you waiting on the couch. The same couch Tommy almost kissed you. 

At least you’ve got some memories to keep you company while the sombre figure keeps watch.

“Stop seeing my brother,” Joel finally blurts out after an hour. 

He had kept his mouth shut the whole time but having pictured you and his brother together he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“That’s none of your business,”your answer is harsh, uncompromising.

Joel inhales and comes to you, carrying himself in the room in a way that makes you uncomfortable, in a controlled pace where he’s probably thinking about all the ways he could hurt you.

   Strangely enough, he just sits down, and rests his elbows on his laps in a calm manner, before giving you a creepy look. 

A predator.

His prey. 

You.

He doesn’t need to physically be threatening when his narrowed eyes pierce through your skin and bones, like an eagle on the hunt. There’s no anger in him anymore, no rage, no pain, just a sinister look you can’t escape.

Thrills go through your spine.

“Tommy is a romantic you see,” he pouts, “ right now he’s probably the happiest man. He'll put you on a pedestal, set his responsibilities aside, one small task after another.  Until Jackson pays the price. That day will kill him and it will become my business,”

  He’s so confident, so quiet, his voice so low and smooth you’re destabilized. He’s not threatening you. He’s warning you like a devil who made a bargain with a desperate soul.

“That’s bold coming from the man who forced his brother to do horrible things, why do you even care?”

“He’s my brother. Sure he’ll hate me if I ever kill you, but I told you, it will pass him,”

    You try to think of a reason. The quiet confidence he’s displaying when it comes to Tommy’s reaction to your…potential murder. Why would he toy with you this way ? Why was he pretending Tommy wouldn’t just get back at him if he ever…murdered you too ? 

He was not pretending. He knew Tommy couldn’t hurt his older brother even if he wanted to. Why ? 

It hits you. 

Guilt.

Tommy was driven by guilt. Ashamed of the things he did with Joel and with the Fireflies, he was always seeking absolution in every task, to make Jackson a better place.

But why was he seeking forgiveness from Joel ? 

What could he have….

“Sarah,” you say out loud for yourself.

“ Don’t” he brutally stands and walks away, but you follow him, forgetting his unpredictable disposition.

“ Does Tommy have something to do with—“

   He pivots and pulls you against him, both hands on your pullover and slams you against the window, his nostrils are flared like a bull, his eyes widened enough with rage to reveal white in their corners.

“ I won’t repeat it again, you don’t get to talk about her, you don’t get to say her name,” his hands on you and his mouth quivers with rage, he slams you once more against the glass in a loud thud, “ you don’t get to….” His voice dies in his throat, “ she’s dead, they’re both…“ he lowers his head and loosens his grip, “you have no right,”

  He lets you go,Tommy’s orders resonating in his head like a spell he wishes he could break. He couldn’t kill you without any tangible proof.

“You let grief and hatred consume you Joel,but I think you like it, you like that people fear you, right ?. You know what we call people like you?”

“ Will you ever shut—“

“— A villain Joel, you’re a fucking villain. Do you think you’re the only one who lost someone ? Who had to mourn in silence as the world slammed you all over ?”

He growls, his face distorted in a grimace you can’t grasp,“ You have no idea what loss is,” 

“ You’re too arrogant Joel,”

He shrugs, too tired of what this patrol has brought back to the surface.

“Sure, make me your villain, I’ll make sure to be one at the first slip you make,”

 Your deadly stare seems to amuse him and he smirks before sitting as far as possible from you, back into his thoughts.

    Your curiosity will get you killed one day. But you couldn’t resist it. You needed to know everything. Tommy’s past, Joel’s, Elena’s. The more you knew about people the easier it was for you to understand them and justify their actions. 

But he was a mystery. 

  He’ll take his grief to the tomb before sharing anything with you and you know it wasn’t fair of you to ask Tommy about his niece. So here you sat, wondering what Tommy did to feel like he owed his brother everything. Was Joel really confident about the blood ties that united them ? Or was he just the villain he thought he was, using his malevolence to destabilize you.

You observe him again, his overall appearance, the way he carries himself like nothing matters, his uncared for curly hair sprinkled with gray strands. The holes in his beard, his rugged skin, the wrinkles on his forehead that were engraved in his face. Life hasn’t been easy on him.

And his eyes, so different from his brother’s despite their resemblance 

    While Tommy’s eyes were like iridescent embers that waited for a single sparkle to burn bright and warm, Joel’s were an abandoned fireplace that burned too bright, too quick, and would not start again. They were just a well of pain you didn’t want to look within.

       He notices you peeking at him from time to time. Your eyebrows frowned upon your wide brown eyes looking at him with a fierce intensity, you are like a deer warning a predator with a useless stomp. Menacing, but still fragile and weak. 

   He didn’t like how you ran your big mouth to tear up his scars at every occasion. How you couldn’t accept that he was just an asshole. You weren’t supposed to know about Sarah and he was afraid that you’d mention her at every opportunity, just to hurt him, because it was now working  ; you tore an old wound open in his chest, and there was not enough anger in him to close it again.

People had learned to not mess with him and leave him alone but you hadn’t yet and you’ve started appearing in his nightmares like a devil in disguise. He couldn’t shake the feeling away. 

Bad news.

You were bad news.  

  You were too reckless, a moth flying too close to the light, waiting to get burned. A crow picking on a wolf’s tail, asking to be devoured. 

     And Tommy still fell for you and it hurts him. He had always been the best of them. Brave, loyal, always following his principles.

   Joel forced him to do all of those atrocities because it was the only way he knew to protect him. He broke his brother to make sure he lived long enough, even if it meant facing him with atrocities.

It was too late for him anyway.

And now, his little brother was the one who built a life by coming back to the values and principles that were an inherent part of him.

 He was the one who held  this town together with trust, kindness, hardship, and now love. 

He was the one whose house was filled with laughter that should have filled his own. 

       Something grew in him that day, on this patrol with you, an eerie feeling he couldn’t identify, that had clung to him like a parasite. It followed him all the way back to Jackson, to the stables. To the tipsy bison and up to his bed. He remained sleepless, turning in his bed over and over, their faces flashing in his head as sorrow pulsed in his whole body with every heartbeat until the insomnia got the best of him.

He went on that night, grabbed a bottle of whiskey he traded and walked up to his workshop, his feet heavy, his heart bleeding. He hesitated long enough, sat at his working table, before deciding what he would do next : drink his sanity away or carve a new wooden statue until his fingers bleed.

  A light turned on on the other side of the street and he saw your silhouette entering your bedroom. He knew the house, he built it. 

Haunting you till the very end of the day, twisting the knife in his wound up into his home, you closed the curtains without seeing him and were soon joined by Tommy who kissed  you passionately before the lights turned off.

Drinking it will be then. 

To forget his brother got everything he wanted.

To forget the sorrow that filled his lungs every time he thought of his daughters. 

Series

For The Right Man

Joel x Trad wife!reader

Honey, I’m Home Summary: Joel comes home to freshly baked dessert and a good little wife eager to serve in every way possible. Words: 4.8k

Men Like Me

Joel x virgin!Reader

Warning Summary: Joel's warnings about what men like him would do girls like you only makes you want him more. Words: 6.2k Denial Summary:  After your steamy encounter, Joel ignores you out of guilt, leaving you feeling unworthy. But you make a discovery that makes you turn the tables on him. Words: 10.4k

Mister Miller

Boyfriend's dad!Joel

Secret Summary: Your shameful secret you keep from your boyfriend is not such a secret after all. Your boyfriend’s dad Joel Miller knows what you do…very intimately. Words: 1.3k Picture Summary: Joel knows he shouldn’t, especially with the guilt of his shameful secret sitting heavy in his chest. But there are so many pictures of you and he is just a man. Words: 1k

Neighborly Thing to Do

Joel Miller x Reader x Javier Peña

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife. Simple rule to follow, you’d think. But it’s not so simple when your neighbor catches you coveting his girl, fucks her in front of you and tells you that you can help yourself to her anytime you want.

Yellow Bikini Summary: The new neighbors throw a pool party and Joel is invited. Words: 0.8k

Taken Care of

Predatory!Joel x Naive!Reader

You are as sheltered as can be in a world that has fallen apart. Realizing the errors of his ways, your father has his friend Joel take you outside the QZ to teach you how to survive in the real world. Unfortunately for you, Joel is interested in teaching you more than basic survival skills.

Comfort Summary: You and Joel find comfort in an unconventional way. Words: 1.8k

One-shot

Savior

Summary: Joel saves you from the horrors of the world only to inflict his own horror upon you. Words: 1.7k DDDNE

Mercy

Summary: Stranded alone in the woods and left to die, all you can ask of Joel Miller is the mercy of a quick death. He is willing to give it to you, but he needs something for himself first. Words: 2.8k

Hurt and Protect

Summary: In a world where politeness wasn’t part of trade, it helped to have someone like Joel Miller as your protector. But to be his to protect also meant being his to hurt. Words: 2.3k

Our Normal

Summary: You and Joel find a new normal with touch Words: 1.8k

Monster

young dad!Joel Miller & baby!Sarah Miller

Summary: Maybe the real monster was above the bed all along. Words: 700ish

Purpose

Dad!Joel Miller

Summary: “I think if he (Joel) could do anything or be anything, he would be a dad, raising his daughter. Whether it’s Sarah or— he can’t quite get there yet to say it’s Ellie but that's what he was put on this Earth to do. That’s why he’s been wandering around a little like a zombie himself for 20 years. He’s trying to find his purpose because it was taken from him.” -Craig Mazin. A fic exploring Joel's journey as a dad. Words: 12.7k

not to feel the way i felt—

Joel Miller x Tess Servopolous