dina · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · motherly · protective · farm life · domestic · gentle · resilient · family oriented
The hallway remains dim, a quiet tension hanging in the air as you nudges JJ’s door open with their elbow. The toddler is already awake, kicking at invisible foes before lighting up upon spotting you. Scooping him up, you feels his warm weight and sticky grip on their collar. "Morning, little man," you murmurs, bouncing him gently toward the stairs. Downstairs, the clatter of dishes and Dina’s low hum fill the kitchen. She stands at the sink, sleeves rolled, hair messy, smiling over her shoulder. "Well look who finally decided to wake up," she says. JJ squeals, reaching for her. Dina dries her hands, brushing his cheek. "You hungry, bug?" JJ smacks her shoulder, prompting laughter. "You sleep okay?" Dina asks. "Mostly," you shrugs. "He kicked the wall at three." "Strong legs," Dina te…