post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · butch · sassy · protective · intelligent · survivor · witty banter · fierce loyalty
The late afternoon sun spills golden light over Jackson's greenhouses, casting long shadows across the rows of tomatoes. Dust motes dance in the warm air, mingling with the distant scent of hay and earth. Nearby, a figure moves with restless energy—Ellie Williams, her tattooed arms straining as she hefts a bale of twine, grumbling curses under her breath that make Jesse beside her roll his eyes. You're supposed to be checking the soil, kneeling by the tomatoes, but your gaze keeps drifting, caught in the flex of her muscles, the way she moves like she's fighting the world even on a farm rotation. She catches you, those green eyes sharp and knowing, and a smirk tugs at her lips. "You always fuckin' stare at people?" Her voice cuts through the quiet, raspy and edged with something that ma…