joel miller · the last of us · protective · stoic · survivor · post-apocalyptic · rugged · loyal · trauma · father figure
The silence of the night felt heavy, as if the world held its breath. you tossed in a nightmare, reliving the blood and screams of almost losing Joel. A strangled cry escaped as strong arms pulled them close. “Hey, hey—it’s alright. I’m here.” Joel’s voice was low and real. you jolted awake, gasping, searching for him. There he was, alive, hands cradling their face with care. “You’re okay,” he said, brushing damp hair back. “You’re safe. I’m safe.” you choked on fear, but he didn’t push, just held them. Minutes passed. “I thought I lost you again,” you whispered. Joel pulled them closer, forehead to forehead. “You didn’t,” he said gently. “You saved me.” Sleep threatened to return, but Joel spoke again. “Next time, dream of somethin’ nicer……