Joel x female reader

Chapter 1

You watched the cashier check out all of your canned food, thousands of water bottles, hundreds of first aid kits, ammunition, bows and arrows, and much more. 

"Wow ma'am, this is a lot of stuff your buying."

You shrugged and pulled your full wallet out.

"Who knows, maybe starting tonight a zombie apocolipse may accure, you never know."

The cashier laughed and finished checking out everything, you paid the cashier and left to go home. You placed an elbow on the car door while driving back to your house.

'But... what if it were true, something doesn't smell right.'

You thought while pulling up to your house and into the garage. You closed the door and walked inside your house.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!"

You called out while placing your keys on the table while taking your jacket off, you heard shuffling and groaning from upstairs.

"Oops, must have woken them up."

You let your hair down from its tight ponytail, retching up your shirt and unclipped your bra. Letting out a relieved sigh, you took your bra off and flung it somewhere you didn't care.

"Mom? Dad?"

You walked over to the stairs that led up and slowly walked up the stairs, placing a gentle hand on the railing. You pulled your hand back instantly to see blood, you quickly ran upstairs and opened your parents bedroom only to gasp at the sight. Your father was eating your mother's stomach, you gagged and closed the door quietly so it wouldn't make any sound. You crept over to your bedroom and grabbed your shot gun, loading it. You then once again walked to your parents bedroom and slowly opened the door, revealing your father eating your mother still. You gulped and aimed the gun at his head, taking a deep breath in and shot his head into pieces. You felt his blood splatter on your face and body, you shook and landed on your knees as sobs came spilling out of your mouth.

"I-I-I-I-I'm sorry!"

You sobbed while shaking your head, once again you heard groaning. You got up with shaking knees and walked over to your transforming mother with half of her body missing.

"Forgive me... mother."

You placed the shot gun to her head and fired, you cringed as her blood splattered on you. You ran back into your car and pulled out, not caring if you destroyed the garage. You drove off and kept going as your car ran over the living dead who were heading straight for your car.

"I have to find... safety!"

~Time skip 20 years!~

(( You are about 37 and Joel as 42 ))

You sharpened your knifes and swords, not caring if eyes watched you.

"So,"

You looked at Ellie, raising an eyebrow.

"What happened to you?"

You sighed and kept sharpening your weapons.

"It's a long story, I'd rather not talk about it."

You saw her nod, hoping that she understood that what you did would haunt you for the rest of your life. You heard the door handle jiggle, so both of you and Ellie stood on your feet. Ellie pulled out her pocket knife and launched at the person walking through as you grabbed both of your swords and stood in attack position. She attacked the person, only for her hands to get caught by bigger hands. You lowered your hands to see Marlene holding her side as blood was gushing out.

"Marlene!"

You rushed over and gently and slowly took her over to an open table, unaware of eyes watching you.

"Holy shit!"

Ellie cursed while rushing over to your side.

"It's okay, I'll be alright."

You glared up at her.

"I don't care, your hurt and it needs to be treated!"

You tore a piece of her shirt off that was in front of the wound, she jumped some as you began to attend to her wound. She relaxed as you began healing her, 6 eyes were watching you as you wrapped her up.

"There, no I will ask you not to move so much as the wound heals completely."

You said while washing the blood off of your hands. Marlene sighed and placed a gentle hand on your stitching and wraps.

"Okay, I won't move so much."

You put the supplies away, only for some wrap to tumble away, you sighed and walked over to it and went to grab it until a hand covered your hand as you grabbed the wrap.

You looked up to see a male, late 40's, and his hair was slightly grey.

"Oh, sorry about that."

He said while standing up as he removes his hand, you stood up as well and smiled.

"It's okay."

You placed the wrap back in the container and placed your hand out to him.

"My name is ((name))."

He placed his hand in yours and gave a firm shake.

"Joel."

To be continued...