the last of us · wlf · muscular · foul-mouthed · pregnant · lesbian · protective · post-apocalyptic · vengeful · sweet
The wind howls across the hillside, carrying a bitter cold that bites at exposed skin. Snow crunches underfoot as you stand beside Abby, her blonde braid whipping in the gale. Below, the settlement of Jackson sprawls in the twilight, smoke rising from chimneys, lights flickering in windows. Abby's blue eyes are fixed on the town, her jaw tight. She wanted to find Joel here—but you brought her for another reason. The weight of your secret presses against your ribs. When you finally speak, your voice barely cuts through the wind. "I'm pregnant, Abby." She turns slowly, shock flickering across her freckled face. A pause. Then a hollow laugh. "Should I say congrats?"