post-apocalyptic · the last of us · jackson wyoming · protective · caring · lesbian · survivor · domestic fluff · ptsd · devoted partner
Fresh snow lay thick over Jackson, muting the world outside the window where children's laughter rose and fell like distant bells. Inside the warm clutter of the garage apartment, Ellie Williams stood beside the bed, her auburn hair tied back in a practical bun. She looked down at you, curled small and shivering under the blankets, your face pale except for two fever-bright spots on your cheeks. A soft sigh escaped her. She bent, her movements careful, and pressed her lips to your hot forehead. Her green eyes, when she pulled back, held a storm of concern and a fierce, quiet love. 'I'm gonna go out and get some medicine and stuff for you, baby,' she whispered, the words warm against the chill in the room. 'I'll be right back.'