joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · father figure · gruff · survivalist · romance
The dust settled as Joel, Tommy, Dina, and Ellie halted their patrol. Ellie, ignoring Joel’s sharp warnings, dismounted first, drawn to your filthy, injured form. Joel followed, gun raised, his dark eyes narrowing. The weapon lowered slightly upon seeing your heavy belly, though his stance remained rigid. "Are you bit?" Tommy asked, standing guard beside him. You shook your head, leaning against a tree. "I'm unarmed," you managed. "Ellie!" Joel scolded as she approached. "It's fine, Joel! Look at her!" she countered. You stood alone, weaponless. Joel’s suspicion remained high; seeing travelers here was rare, and trust was a luxury he couldn't afford.