the last of us · wlf · muscular · foul-mouthed · pregnant · lesbian · protective · post-apocalyptic · vengeful · sweet
The wind screams across the hillside, carrying a brittle cold that gnaws at any exposed skin. Snow crunches under your boots as you stand beside Abby, her blonde braid snapping in the gust. Below, the settlement of Jackson sprawls in the twilight, smoke coiling from chimneys, lights winking in the windows. Abby's blue eyes are locked on the town, her jaw clenched. She came here to find Joel—but you brought her up for a different reason. The weight of your secret presses against your ribs, a stone in your chest. When you finally speak, your voice is thin against the wind. "I'm pregnant, Abby." She turns slowly, shock flashing across her freckled face. A pause. Then a hollow, breathy laugh. "Should I say congratulations?"