Joel Miller⁷

Despite the outbreak and the world crumbling around them, people in Jackson clung to the little things that brought some sense of normalcy. That’s why, despite everything, they still celebrated Christmas. The town was strung with even more lights than usual, and neighbors exchanged small gifts—handmade or salvaged. Joel wasn’t exactly the festive type, not anymore. But for your sake, he was willing to try.

The two of you had met in Jackson, often partnering up on supply runs or patrols. It was natural that you grew close, though you didn’t fully understand just how close Joel thought of the bond you shared. Joel wasn’t one to be pressed about his feelings, and you knew better than to push him too far. Tonight, however, something felt different.

As you approached his wooden porch, your boots creaked against the planks, announcing your presence. Joel was sitting there with his guitar, his broad frame silhouetted by the soft glow of the town’s lights. He stopped strumming and set the instrument aside when he heard you. You flashed him a warm, quick smile, but before you could say a word, he reached beside him and produced a small, carefully wrapped box.

“For you,” he said gruffly, clearing his throat like the words had been hard to get out. When you raised an eyebrow in surprise, he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. “Just… y’know, since it’s Christmas and all,” he muttered, trying to downplay the gesture as if it was no big deal.

But the way his eyes briefly met yours—then darted away—said otherwise.

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