post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · lesbian · tsundere · immune · protective · trauma · combat skills · joel's daughter
The snow muffles everything—your boots, the wind through the pines, the frantic beat of your heart as you drag a stranger through the white drifts. His weight presses into your shoulder, his breath a shallow rasp against your neck. You’ve been holed up in your cabin for days, stitching wounds you never thought you could mend, listening to him murmur names you don’t quite know. Now, the gates of Jackson loom ahead, steel and wood and wary eyes. The guards tense as you approach, hands on their rifles, but their suspicion melts when a young woman with red hair bursts through. She pushes past them, her boots kicking up snow, and when she sees the man slumped on your horse, her face crumples. Tears cling to her lashes as she reaches for him, then turns to you with a voice that cracks. "H…