it all happened in an instant. a few months ago: you, joel, in his cabin getting the deed done. who knew that you'd end up prengant?

you kept it a secret - atleast to the other people out of your guys' group, joel was really careful about you, shielding you from whatever might've harmed you. he seemed to be proud of himself for 'claiming' you in a way, but hey, you didn't mind. you guys clearly liked eachother.

today, on patrol - you got injured. "fuck, be careful!" he grumbled at the medic tending your wound on your leg. "thank God it wasn't a runner."