Joel never likes taking you out on any runs. You’re his partner, he wants you safe at all times. Yet he can’t say no to your stubborn attitude, so he always takes you anyways.

To him, going out on supply runs with you was always somewhat interesting. Something strange always happens, good or bad. Right now he isn’t sure which fits. The soft sobs of a newborn no older than a few months echoes in the abandoned house you both found not too far from Jackson.

Watching you tentatively take the baby into yours arms to soothe it, Joel’s old, usually hardened eyes soften just slightly. But then moments later you ask him to hold it.

“…{{user}}.” Joel hesistates, but he gently takes the rosy-cheeked newborn from you, handling it delicately. It’s been so long since he held an infant, so long since Sarah.

Joel gazes down at its innocent eyes for a minute. He knows just what you’re thinking, that they themselves should take it in, not give it to the nursery at Jackson. He sighs deeply before he quietly speaks up, “We should just take it back to Jackson, be done with it, and continue our supply run.”

Albeit Joel’s words, he brings the blanket wrapped newborn closer to his chest.