CAMGIRL ELLIE

{NSFW / 18+} One Shot

Summary: You plan on leaving the WLF and you finally taste freedom until Ellie finds you.

Warnings: Smut with plot. Alcohol. Being drunk. Cussing (uh oh). Lesbian sex (shocked). Ellie being a bit rough.

Author's Note: Smut Ahoy!

Ellie photo credit to Tpicsl on Pinterest.

“Lone female trespasser in the subway tunnels. We are in pursuit over,” your comrade radioed in. The red flare spilled its crimson light throughout the tunnel. You hesitated following behind your small group of four. ‘I did not sign up for this shit,’ you thought as you held your pistol with both hands, ready to shoot. You haven't been with the WLF long but Isaac knew how to keep a stick up everyone’s asses. You didn’t sign up for war, or to track down this trespasser, but you were desperate enough for food and shelter. You figured you’d play nice and then defect- alone.

Crash  

A glass bottle is flung into the air and crashed by your feet. The immediate sound of clickers waking up and their wailing echoes throughout as they stammer towards you and the team. “Shit here they come!” You and your team shoot. “NO! NOO!” one comrade goes down, a clicker beating them down, breaking their mask, and tearing out their jugular. You shoot it. Your team isn’t doing so well and you see them pinned down and beaten by clickers. “I didn’t sign up for this shit,” you reload and hide behind a crate. More shots are fired and you look out from behind the crate to see one comrade getting up. “Fucking clickers.. Fucking trespasser,” you here them say as they look around. You think about hiding until they leave and officially defecting. He goes to reach for the radio when an arrow shoots him right in the throat. You fall in a cold sweat and watch him collapse, gargling up blood and pooling it in his mask. 

You weren't alone. Finally, you hear the grunt of a female coming out from behind the broken train. “Fucking wolves,” she hisses in her mask and walks over to the corpses to scavenge. You pray that she leaves so you can be free of all this bullshit. “Hmph,” you hear her say, then kicks one of the bodies before leaving through an emergency door. You wait a few minutes before reemerging. Bodies on the ground. “Come in group 2 over! Do you read group 2 over?” You heard over the radio. It was time to finally go.

You leave through the emergency exit leading to a stairwell that ascends up to another door leading outside. You were relieved you made it out. You took off your mask. “Don’t move,” you froze. You slowly put your hands up and looked over at her. She was waiting for you behind a bush and now you were in point-blank range. “You scream and I fucking shoot you, understand?” You looked her up and down through furrowed brows. “Yes.” you replied sternly. She was covered in blood on one side. Her eyes were a light green, contrasting against the blood and burrowing holes in your head. She slowly stepped closer, “Don’t. Move. Don’t. Scream,” she growled. She slowly took something out from behind her, “Hands behind your back.” Just when you thought you were free, you’re getting pinned and hands tied against a wall. “I’m not with the wolves!” you pleaded, “Not anymore! You’re after wolves right? I’ll cooperate-” she tightens the rope, grabbing a fistful of hair, and yanking your head back. “What did I just say?” she said by your ear through gritted teeth. You gulped, “Don’t move. Don’t scream,” your voice quieter, compliant. “Good,” she yanks you away from the wall, “You’re going to start walking. If you try to run, I’ll shoot. Scream, I’ll shoot. Or leave you to the infected,” she has her hand on your shoulder and leads you out the alley. 

“Anymore of you fuckers coming this way?” 

“Yes.”

“Then take a left,” and you do.

You walk for thirty minutes before she decides to push you into a theater. You’re on the ground as she locks the door with a chair. She turns to face you as you lay on your side. She finds another chair and sets it up next to you facing the bar. She pulls you on it and starts to tie your ankles. You wanted to protest but weren't sure how, “H-hey,” your voice was soft, “I won't be any trouble I swear..” but she didn’t look at you. You smelled the soft fragrance of cologne coming off her which you did not expect. She tied you to the chair by your ankles and arms. She dropped her bag and went over to the bar, grabbing a small bottle of something. She came back over to you holding the bottle to your lips, “Drink.” You took note of her tattoo as you smelled the pungent alcohol. Your face was laced with concern, ‘This is going to be my last drink,’ you thought. You accepted the bottle and she poured a good amount into your mouth. You swallowed hard and felt the burning as it went down. You coughed. She pulls up another chair in front of you and scoffs before sitting and drinking some herself, “Drink much?” she asks as she man spreads. You don’t respond. “Now,” she starts and takes her knife out, “Where’s Abby?”

‘Fuuuuuck,’ you thought. Abby was like a princess to the WLF and you didn’t know why. You were staring back into her green eyes, “I don’t know.” She frowned, not liking your answer. She grazed your thigh with the tip of her knife then held it at a point where she felt was suitable for puncturing when she saw fit. You gulped and visibly started to shake. “Don’t make me regret not shooting you. Tell. Me. Everything.” And so you did:

“S-she went AWOL earlier today. Last seen at the hospital.”

“Nora was there right?”

“Yes, but not anymore. They loaded their stock and went back to the stadium.”

“Owen?”

“He went AWOL two days ago.”

She thinned her lips and looked down at the knife.

“But Mel,” you started and thought back to earlier that day, “Mel and Owen are expecting a baby. She was interrogated and didn’t know where Owen was, or didn’t say. But I overheard Nora and Mel talking about the aquarium. I would check there.”  

She removes the knife and pulls out her map confirming the location. You sighed in relief. “Why are you leaving the wolves?” she folds up the map, green eyes watching you for an answer. “I was alone and hungry when I joined a few months ago, but this group is at war and I’m forced to risk my life as a low rank member. I’d rather take what I need and leave before I die fighting in a useless war.” She squints her eyes at you and leans in holding the edges of your seat. The faint scent of her cologne revisits your nostrils and your lidded eyes meet her’s. “Now why should I believe a fucking wolf traitor like you?” her breath meets your lips. “You can’t,” you said looking down at her lips and back up at her eyes. The alcohol was running its course. “What’s your name?” you asked without much thought through a quick whisper. She smirks and her eyes wander admiring your face, “You don’t drink much do you?” You shake your head.

She pulls her knife out and your eyes widen. She goes for the rope at your ankles first, then your wrists. She sits back watching you as you rub your wrists. “Thank you,” you say. “It’s Ellie,” she says, “you?” You respond with your name. She stands and grabs her bag, “Through the door there’s a theater, and a dressing room in the back. Can I trust that you’ll wait there for me?” you nod. 

You stand and walk over to her as she shuffles her bag on. You were clearly drunk by the way you almost missed a step and Ellie caught you. “You know what, I’ll walk you back there,” she says. You two finally made it to the dressing room with you leaning on her the entire time. She sits you down on the cushioned seat in the middle of the room, “Stay here, understand?” You look up at her and nod. Ellie brings herself down to your level with hands at your side again, she licks her lips, “I need you to say it,” she whispers. “I understand,” your eyes were yearning. “Good.”        

Seven hours had passed. You managed to sleep and recover from the impending hangover that was brought by your drunken episode. Despite having been drunk, you remembered everything. You sat up and splashed your face with clean water from a bucket nearby. Then you heard footsteps. You had virtually nothing to defend yourself with. The door opens and it’s Ellie.  She was soaked from the rain. “You stayed,” her voice was low, almost sounding sad. “You told me to,” you responded. She drops her bag and you walk over to her, “Did you find her?” you ask hesitantly. You both just look at each other instead. Her eyes looking at your lips and you step over to her reaching for her arm. Ellie didn’t want to talk. You gasped when she grabbed your hips and held you close. “Tell me to stop and I will,” she whispers, but you knew what you wanted. “I want you,” you responded. Without wasting anymore time, Ellie presses her lips on yours. You smelled the rain and cologne on her. She leads you to the cushion where she lays you down and attacks your neck and slides her hands up your shirt to knead your breast. You whimper at the feeling of her calloused fingers fondling you. She lifts your shirt up above your breast and gives them a good look before kissing between them as she pinches them. You were in bliss with her hot mouth leaving wet kisses from your chest to your neck. She started to unbuckle your jeans with her tattooed arm and slid her hand past your underwear. Your moans are more like whines and all the while Ellie watches your expression with darkened eyes and a flushed look on her face. “Fuck me, your so fucking wet for me,” she says sending hot breath on your neck. You feel her slide her finger up and down your folds and your eyebrows knit together and you whimper- desperate for more friction. She pumps her fingers up and down and in circles until she finds the right pattern for your clit. You’re bucking your hips under her touch. You feel your high coming and slide your hand under Ellie’s shirt to fondle her breast. “Mm fuck is this what you want?” She uses her other hand to quickly lift her shirt up and show off her perky breast. “Yes I want you Ellie,” you say so close to your orgasm. You continue to play with her breast as her finger fucks you closer to the edge. “Give it to me,” Ellie commands as she bites down on your neck firmly. The slight pain from the bite brings you over the edge completely and your hips stagger against her touch. You become limp as you lay still holding on to her chest. Ellie slides her hand out gently and you watch as she puts her finger in her mouth. “You taste so fucking good,” she looks down at you. You pull her down with your hand to taste yourself in a kiss. You didn’t care too much for the taste, but you liked the way her mouth felt against yours. 

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{ Acquaintances to Enemies (to Lovers?) E.W. } COMPLETED

Summary: You find Ellie in Santa Barbara and she invites you on her journey back home and trust is tested between the women.

Warnings: Cussing, angst, toxic relationship. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Author's Note: Does my writing style suck? Let me know how to improve (plz and thank u) .

Parts: 1 , ❎ , 3 , 4

The noon sun laid high in the sky. Walking behind Ellie you took the opportunity to look at her bandaged hand. You barely had any sleep the night before. You were in a separate room downstairs, but you can hear Ellie’s muffled screams as she cauterized her fingers. Once the worst of it was over, she cried for a long time. As much as she tried to stay quiet, you were able to hear it. You had sensitive hearing, and it usually came in handy, except for last night. However, you did catch a name that she cried out: Joel.

You two walked down a street when Ellie took her map out. You could hear Ellie clear her throat before speaking, “Juno, you know these parts? I’m trying to avoid going through an area with a shit load of infected.” You looked around and saw familiar landmarks.

“There’s a mini mansion a couple miles ahead. Stayed there 6 months ago, it’s secure.”

“Okay,” she folds up the map, “I’m following you then.” 

You led the way through broken streets when suddenly stopped with Ellie nearly colliding with you. She was quiet for a few seconds but heard nothing, “What?”

You held your hand up so you could listen more to make sure what you heard was right. “Get down,” you said calmly and you both hid in the tall grass nearby. You took out your bow and arrow. Ellie confused squinted through the grass to see if she could see anything. Then, coming from the tall grass field across the road, a bobcat swaggers out. Ellie’s eyes widened as there was no way she could have picked up on that. You hold your position until the bobcat is out of sight. “We’re almost to the mansion,” you put your arrow back in your backpack. Ellie looks over and nods. 

“How did you know?” she asks from behind you.

“I heard it.”

“You heard it? What, you have, like, bionic hearing or something?” 

You chuckled, “Yea something like that.”

Ellie raised her eyebrows and scanned down your back until she was looking at the ground, “Huh.. so.. how long have you been alone?” 

“Two years, you?”

Ellie was quiet for a while before answering sternly, “A year.”

“Here it is,” you two approached a large house with a wall surrounding it and a barricaded entry.

“Let’s stay here tonight,” she approaches the wall and leans her back against it with her knees bent, “Ready?”

You nod and climb on her. She pushes you up, giving you the momentum to get on top of the wall. You reach down and pull her up.

The place was clear. The sun was setting and you two set up in the living room. Ellie sat stretching her legs out on the couch and writing in a journal. You laid comfortably on the other couch. You planned to sleep after Ellie and kept your knife close where she couldn’t see. 

“You can sleep. I’ll keep first watch if you’re paranoid,” she looks up from her journal, “I can feel you staring.” 

You feel a rush of anger and embarrassment for being caught and you try to recover, “I was wondering.. where your home was.” Ellie closes her journal and puts it back in her backpack before leaning back on the couch and lifting her arm up, putting a hand behind her head. Your eyes wonder, in the dimly lit space, over her figure. She licked her lips before speaking. Her tattooed arm laid over her stomach and rose as she spoke. Every so often she would turn her head to you and her hair would cascade to one side as she looked over at you. Your breathing deepened. 

“...it’s a real town with decent enough people, not like these fucked up places. You wouldn’t be alone anymore.” It sounded too good to be true. 

“Why did you leave it then?” The question just escaped out of your mouth without you thinking about it. You gripped your knife knowing you just pissed her off. 

Ellie stares up at the high ceiling. “These people.. outsiders killed someone close to me. So some of us tracked them to Seattle, then to Santa Barbara.” She takes her hand from behind her head and rests it over her eyes. You sensed her sadness.

You watched for a while until you saw her chest rise and fall with sleep before getting off the couch.   

Ellie woke up about an hour later. She shuffled on the couch and looked over to see you weren’t there. She rubbed her eyes with concern and sat up. She noticed her backpack was open. “What the-” She quickly rummaged through to see if anything was missing. The only missing content- her journal.

Shortly after Ellie fell asleep, you took out her journal and made your way to an upstairs office where you lit a candle. Ellie made Jackson sound nice, but you needed to be sure of her, 100% sure this wasn’t some nice act just to use you or abandon you to some slavers. So you sat there, going through each page. Ellie wrote about that name you heard, Joel. You understood why she left home and saw how she tracked down the WLF and Abby. She drew a lot. She also drew Dina. You were shocked, she had left her family to finish her quest for revenge. You could only assume with the last picture of Joel that she either killed Abby, or made peace in her efforts trying.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Ellie snatched the book, nearly ripping a page. “What, you fucking get off from invading people’s privacy?” She stares at you wide eyed. You were stunned because you didn’t hear her coming. “I-I had to make sure-”

“Make sure that I wasn’t going to fucking kill you? Trust me if I wanted to you’d be fucking dead by now,” she was angry but she meant every word and you knew she could dispose of you whenever she deemed fit.

“That’s exactly why I had to check! That you weren’t going to take me to some new slave colonie or worse! You have no idea the fucked up things I had to go through to keep my freedom, to keep myself alive!” Your eyes pleaded against hers.

“And what? You read my deepest thoughts and now you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“That makes one of us.”

Your chest rises and falls as you feel your eyes water. You don’t know why you’re upset, you did what you had to do to know you were safe, or so you thought. Ellie was different from others you’ve encountered and she never gave you any reason to not trust her. Deep down, you knew you fucked up and you weren’t sure what would happen next.

Ellie saw the shine rimming your eyes. “Tomorrow, I’m leaving this place early. You can come if you want. I still don’t think you should be out here alone- but keep your fucking hands to yourself,” she looks down at the journal in her hand with an uneven page sticking out and she she shakes her head before looking at you one more time and leaving the room. With Ellie gone, you let the tears overflow and run down your face. You thought you did the right thing, but it left you feeling disgusted with yourself. You sat on the floor feeling small. ‘Why do I have to be so fucking stupid?’

A year ago or so, I was talking with one of my friends about how good Ellie would look if Natalia Dyer did the character.

Something about the sharp jawline, the freckles, THE EYES!, omg like y’all cannot tell me this wouldn’t be a great cast. Natalia is also such a great actress she would’ve done an incredible job.

ellie - core mood board.

to make, search up your name and "core" in pinterest or other vibe-finder of your choice!

{ Acquaintances to Enemies (to Lovers?) E.W. } COMPLETED

Summary: You find Ellie in Santa Barbara and she invites you on her journey back home and trust is tested between the women.

Warnings: Cussing, angst, sexual themes, toxic relationship, cheating.

Author's Note: Last chapter <3

Parts: 1 , 2 , 3 , 🟥

After dinner, and when the sun finally settled, you laid on your side of the bed. “Imma find something around here to read,” Ellie said as she started to scavenge around the room. You looked out onto the nearby gap in the ceiling and looked up at the stars, slowly falling asleep.. 

When Ellie knew you fell asleep, she swiped your backpack and went downstairs. Ellie had used the excuse to move around the room to cover up the potential noise of what she actually wanted to do. Was this revenge? Maybe. To be honest not even Ellie was sure, but she didn’t see it as a problem as you seemed to know so much more about her now than she did about you. There she sat in the livingroom and clicked her flashlight on. She started rummaging; clothes, snacks, ammo, the usual. “What the fuck?” Ellie couldn’t find anything interesting or personal. You were a puzzle she couldn’t piece together. 

Ellie put everything back, almost offended at the lack of discovery. She made her way back into the bedroom and carefully placed your bag back where it was. She finally laid on the bed, one hand behind her head. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Your voice was like a heavy rock that slapped into water. Ellie's eyes shot open. 

You turned over to face her, “Well?” Ellie could only stare back. No sass or back talk. You sat up in the darkness, slightly trembling in your cocktail of emotions: jealousy, anger, yearning, fear. “I might not know what it means to be friends, but I do know it starts with trusting each other!” you exclaimed in a hushed voice. 

“Trust?!” Ellie scoffs, “You want to talk about trust when you were the first person to break that! Taking and reading my shit?” She was sitting up now.

“Your shit? You think you’re the only fucking person with baggage? Of course I needed a reason to trust you! Why did you even ask me to join you if it wasn’t to sell me or use me? Huh?” 

“Because I felt bad,” she said quietly.

“What?!”

“Because, ugh, because you were fucking alone and I just felt bad, that’s it,” she almost sounded annoyed. You stared at her sternly. You were angry, more than you needed to be. You were offended because you weren’t some helpless person. You saved her and you were willing to leave her too then, but now.. The pang of jealousy crept up and you weren’t proud of what you said next;  “And what about Dina and J.J.? Did you feel bad when you-” 

“Stop,” Ellie glared. She sat cross-legged and was slouching over her lap, playing with her fingers, and looking up at you through furrowed brows.   

You swallowed the next part of your sentence and decided to change the subject. “I don’t need your pity,” there was a small pause of silence and Ellie looked down at her hands. You noticed the injured one was healing nicely. “You know why I looked in your bag, so why did you take mine?” you asked in a softer tone.

Still watching her fingers, she thinned her lips as she bit down and shook her head, “I don’t know,” she lifted her head slowly and looked over at you with sad eyes, “I guess I was trying to figure you out.” You wanted to say “what” but it came out more as a gasp. You were taken aback by her sudden vulnerability. You felt a wall inside you crumble and didn’t realize how guarded you really were. Then a gentle warm touch of her fingers were wrapping around yours. “Why were you alone out there?” she finally asks.

You sucked in air as you peered down at your joined hands letting the question sink in. “I was a slave from the ages of 10 to 15. I was traded by my father after my mother passed away,” you exhaled deeply. Ellie’s grip tightens. You couldn’t begin to tell your whole story without the agony of it all washing over you, let alone write it in a journal. You just wanted to forget it. “So when I saw you hanging in the Rattlers’ trap, I couldn’t leave you there to be taken.”

Your eyes drifted in wondering thought. Then you felt the warmth of her touch press against your face. “Juno, look at me,” she whispered and you did. She gripped your chin and teased the rim of your bottom lip with her thumb. She moved in closer and your eyes were searching her face. “‘I’m sorry for being an ass. I was so wrapped up in my own shit.. And I didn’t just feel bad for you,” she traced the outline of your bottom lip watching mesmerizingly, “When you saved me, you were the first person in a long year to show me any kindness, kindness that I didn't even deserve,” she lifted her eyes to meet yours, “I wanted you.”

Her hand slid to your neck and she rested the side of her head against yours. You could feel her breath on your neck. You closed your eyes trying to instill this feeling to memory before you asked your next question, “What about Dina?” Ellie raised her head and you regretted asking. She paused at your ear, “Right now, it’s just you and me.” She kissed your neck and it sent shivers down your spine. Her lips were plush and her tongue was hot and moist when she glided it up. You quietly gasped. “Do you want me?” she asked against your neck. Your hand slid onto her jean cladded lap, wanting to unravel her. “Yes.”                            

END