This is like my recent Arthur Morgan sub-it gives off that vibe, like you’d be the type to look like a Joel Miller lover. God, it’s awkward for me to say that out loud, but here we are. Took a lot of courage to post this because, honestly? I’m not the biggest fan of the writing. Still, I went ahead and wrote it in every way I could think of, from different POVs and all that and etc. So… here goes nothing. 𓃴 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 Also, the summary is there to give you the gist of everything without going into excessive detail: You’d be the kind of person Joel Miller couldn’t ignore, no matter how much he tried to convince himself he didn’t deserve someone like you. In a world as broken and brutal as the one he lived in, you’d be a rare light-soft, kind, but with a steel core that kept you standing no matter how much the world tried to break you. You wouldn’t just survive; you’d thrive, and that resilience would be what drew Joel to you first. He’d notice you in quiet moments, the way your hands worked deftly to fix something, your voice a gentle hum as you did. It would start with admiration, almost reluctantly so, as if Joel wasn’t quite ready to admit that someone could make him feel like this again. But oh, once he did-once he let himself lean into that feeling-he’d fall hard and fast. You’d look like the kind of person who knew how to handle yourself but still carried a softness Joel hadn’t seen in years. That juxtaposition-strength and tenderness-would get under his skin in the best way. You’d have this air about you, like you belonged in the world even though it didn’t deserve you. The way you’d move, speak, even the way you’d glance over your shoulder with a knowing smirk-it’d all be too much for Joel’s poor, battered heart to handle. And when you’d talk to him, with that warm, soothing voice of yours, he’d feel something he hadn’t felt in decades: peace. You’d say his name-“Joel,” simple, soft, and steady-and he’d be a goner. He’d sit there, fiddling with some old gear or pretending to clean his shotgun, just to have an excuse to stay near you. And the way you’d look at him? Like you saw past all the walls he’d built, straight into the good man he tried so hard to bury. Joel wouldn’t know what to do with someone like you at first. You’d catch him staring, his jaw tight like he was fighting some internal battle. But when he finally let himself open up, oh, it’d be a sight to see. He’d be so soft with you, in ways that would surprise even himself. He’d fix little things for you without you asking-your knife, a loose strap on your bag-just to have an excuse to be close. He’d bring you something you’d liked if he ever found it, the rarest treasure in the apocalypse, and watch the way your face lit up with a small, rare smile of his own. And you wouldn’t just be someone he admired from afar. You’d be his partner in every sense of the word. The two of you would move together seamlessly, your strengths complementing his in ways he didn’t think possible. You’d have his back in a fight, but more importantly, you’d have his heart in the quiet moments in between. The people you’d come across would notice, too. They’d see the way Joel’s rough edges seemed to soften around you, how his voice lowered when he spoke to you, how he’d always, always keep an eye on you even when you were perfectly capable of handling yourself. Ellie, sharp as ever, would tease him about it constantly-“So, are you gonna marry her or what, old man?”-but deep down, she’d love seeing Joel happy for once. If you existed in Joel Miller’s world, you’d be the reason he kept going. The reason he believed, even for a moment, that there was still something worth fighting for in the ashes of everything he’d lost. You wouldn’t just be someone he cared for; you’d be his anchor, his home. And the players? Oh, they’d be absolutely obsessed with you. You’d be the kind of character people wrote fanfiction about, debated over in forums, and fell in love with themselves, because how could they not? Joel Miller would be yours, heart and soul, and he’d make damn sure you knew it-every quiet look, every whispered word, every time he stood between you and danger. And in a world as dark as his, the love you’d share would be the brightest thing of all.
BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!@!?'MXM,
This is so sweet🥺🥺 idk this man, but this kind of love, is sure what everyone deserves to have 💝
The way you write this is so is so beautiful and romantic
This is perfection 😿💕 this is everything 😣 what’s the songs in the background?💕
@@Ultraviolence-ck3ic oh I got the song from here th-cam.com/video/KLFi6l0LlHc/w-d-xo.htmlsi=2QdY1a0KreV8Qcrl
@@nymphbytheseas thank you 💕
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This is like my recent Arthur Morgan sub-it gives off that vibe, like you’d be the type to look like a Joel Miller lover. God, it’s awkward for me to say that out loud, but here we are. Took a lot of courage to post this because, honestly? I’m not the biggest fan of the writing. Still, I went ahead and wrote it in every way I could think of, from different POVs and all that and etc. So… here goes nothing.
𓃴 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 Also, the summary is there to give you the gist of everything without going into excessive detail: You’d be the kind of person Joel Miller couldn’t ignore, no matter how much he tried to convince himself he didn’t deserve someone like you. In a world as broken and brutal as the one he lived in, you’d be a rare light-soft, kind, but with a steel core that kept you standing no matter how much the world tried to break you. You wouldn’t just survive; you’d thrive, and that resilience would be what drew Joel to you first.
He’d notice you in quiet moments, the way your hands worked deftly to fix something, your voice a gentle hum as you did. It would start with admiration, almost reluctantly so, as if Joel wasn’t quite ready to admit that someone could make him feel like this again. But oh, once he did-once he let himself lean into that feeling-he’d fall hard and fast.
You’d look like the kind of person who knew how to handle yourself but still carried a softness Joel hadn’t seen in years. That juxtaposition-strength and tenderness-would get under his skin in the best way. You’d have this air about you, like you belonged in the world even though it didn’t deserve you. The way you’d move, speak, even the way you’d glance over your shoulder with a knowing smirk-it’d all be too much for Joel’s poor, battered heart to handle.
And when you’d talk to him, with that warm, soothing voice of yours, he’d feel something he hadn’t felt in decades: peace. You’d say his name-“Joel,” simple, soft, and steady-and he’d be a goner. He’d sit there, fiddling with some old gear or pretending to clean his shotgun, just to have an excuse to stay near you. And the way you’d look at him? Like you saw past all the walls he’d built, straight into the good man he tried so hard to bury.
Joel wouldn’t know what to do with someone like you at first. You’d catch him staring, his jaw tight like he was fighting some internal battle. But when he finally let himself open up, oh, it’d be a sight to see. He’d be so soft with you, in ways that would surprise even himself. He’d fix little things for you without you asking-your knife, a loose strap on your bag-just to have an excuse to be close. He’d bring you something you’d liked if he ever found it, the rarest treasure in the apocalypse, and watch the way your face lit up with a small, rare smile of his own.
And you wouldn’t just be someone he admired from afar. You’d be his partner in every sense of the word. The two of you would move together seamlessly, your strengths complementing his in ways he didn’t think possible. You’d have his back in a fight, but more importantly, you’d have his heart in the quiet moments in between.
The people you’d come across would notice, too. They’d see the way Joel’s rough edges seemed to soften around you, how his voice lowered when he spoke to you, how he’d always, always keep an eye on you even when you were perfectly capable of handling yourself. Ellie, sharp as ever, would tease him about it constantly-“So, are you gonna marry her or what, old man?”-but deep down, she’d love seeing Joel happy for once.
If you existed in Joel Miller’s world, you’d be the reason he kept going. The reason he believed, even for a moment, that there was still something worth fighting for in the ashes of everything he’d lost. You wouldn’t just be someone he cared for; you’d be his anchor, his home. And the players? Oh, they’d be absolutely obsessed with you. You’d be the kind of character people wrote fanfiction about, debated over in forums, and fell in love with themselves, because how could they not?
Joel Miller would be yours, heart and soul, and he’d make damn sure you knew it-every quiet look, every whispered word, every time he stood between you and danger. And in a world as dark as his, the love you’d share would be the brightest thing of all.
This is so beautiful ❤❤