One-shots and Imagines

Joel Miller - Birthday

Hi!

Welcome!

In this one-shot/imagine:

Joel is your dad

It's your birthday

you don't like to celebrate your birthday

This was before the apocalypse happened

Enjoy!

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You just woke up, and your eyes scanned your room.

Everything looked normal.

You put on your police uniform.

You walked to the kitchen, and your dad, Joel Miller, was by the stove.

There were pink and yellow streamers hanging everywhere.

"HOLY FUCK!! THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!?!" You yelled, covering your eyes.

"What? You don't like it?" Joel chuckled.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!" you yelled at him, followed by his chuckle " YOU SUCK!!"

He knew you were joking...sort of.

"Happ-" he started.

"Stop." You cut off, "If you say another word, I will shoot you, remove your eyes from your eye sockets, eat them, then eat your flesh for breakfast."

"Okay." he shrugged, putting his hands up in defense.

"By da way, I gotta work today," you told him.

"What?" he pouted, "but it's your sweet seventee-"

"Well, no one else has to know that," you reasoned.

"Fine, but we celebrate tonight," he demanded.

You groaned and hung your head low.

"Fiiiiine," you mumbled, throwing your backpack over your shoulder, "Later motherfucker"

"Later bitch," he smiled as you smiled back.

You walked out the door.

You hopped on your motorcycle and started driving to the police station.

You arrived and walked inside.

You, as always, were the first one there.

Your phone started ringing.

"Yeah?" you asked, answering it.

"Yn?" a voice asked over the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me. Hi Hunter," you answered, immediately recognizing your work partner's voice, "what's happening?"

"There's a huge murder scene downtown, you'll see it once you enter," Hunter stated.

"On my way," you agreed.

You went back outside, locking the door behind you.

You jumped back on your motorcycle and sped downtown.

You arrived at an innocent-looking house blocked off with caution tape.

You walked under the tape and into the scene.

Hunter walked up to you.

He looked afraid and guilty.

"You really don't wanna see what's inside" he muttered, walking past you.

You nodded but went inside anyway.

You cautiously walked in and saw a bloody male body lying on the ground.

You let a few tears slip.

The murder cases were always your favorite but actually seeing the murdered body was constantly nerve-wracking.

All of a sudden, you heard a gunshot, then stumbled forward.

You looked down at your stomach and blood was pouring out of you.

Then, you felt a dagger getting stabbed into your calf.

You turned around and saw a gangster-looking guy with a sniper rifle.

You beat the shit outta him and went back home.

You put a hoodie on before you went inside so you're dad didn't see the blood.

You walked inside and Joel was sitting on the couch.

"Hey Bitch," he greeted.

"Hi Dad, I'll be in my room," you muttered, walking up the stairs.

"You okay? How was work?" he asked.

"I'm good, work was good," you said before walking into your room, and shutting the door behind you.

You sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

You took off your shirts and hoodies leaving you in your black training bra.

"Hey, Jason? Come help me here," you said.

Your viper snake came slithering over.

"Grab those," you mumbled, pointing to a roll of bandages.

He got them.

"You can patch this, right?" you asked, pointing to your stomach.

He hissed back.

"Thanks, man," you said.

He started patching it up.

He was halfway through when you threw your head back in pain, making it hit the wall.

That caused a loud smash to echo through the house.

"Bitch?" You heard Joel ask.

"Yeah, Dad?" you asked back.

"You good in there?" he replied.

"Yeah, I'm good dad, thanks," you called.

He could tell something was off.

He barged in and scanned the darkened room for you.

His eyes finally landed on you and he rushed over.

"Yn? Yn? What happened?" he asked worriedly.

"Just...uhh...bad day at work...I guess?" you answered.

He cupped your face in his hands.

"I'm okay...dad...I'm fine" you assured.

"Well...uhh...okay..." he muttered.

"I'll be down to watch a movie in a bit," you told him as he got up.

"Which one?" he asked.

"Hacksaw Ridge," you answered "Like always,"

He nodded and left.

You limped down the stairs about 20 minutes later.

Joel rushed over to you.

"I'm fine dad," you said before he could do anything.

You both sat down on the couch.

You guys spent the rest of the day watching movies.

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