#twdg Luke x reader
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Fem!Reader x TWDG Luke - Part 2.
All That Remains | Locked away
23yo , Fem!Reader , slow burn , long plot , reader is in place of young Clementine .
Fandom: The Walking Dead Game, Season 2
Reader pronouns: She/Her
Wc. 6.7K
Warning: Brief indications of SA.
A/N: Things involving Luke will now start to pick up.
IN THIS EPISODE | Comfort, no romance, cute Luke x reader interactions.
PREVIOUSLY ON TWD:
Y/N: We need to find a group. People we can trust. We've been on our own for too long.
Christa: Trust? You think you can trust someone out here? Not now. Not anymore.
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Stranger: Out here alone? In the middle of nowhere? But we haven't met anyone yet. How many people are you with?
Christa: I'm by myself!
Christa, run!
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Christa, are you there?
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"Sam". Well, nice to meet you, Sam.
Oh my God. Thank you! Look, Sam, a can!
It's okay. He's dead. Look, you can see the bite. Looks like he tried to cut it out.
But that never works...
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I guess you're pretty hungry too.
Here ya go.
Hey! Don't eat it all.
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I'm... I'm sorry, Sam.
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Stranger: I'm out! Grab her, let's go!
Now, on The Walking Dead:
ManWithBow: I'm out! Grab her, let's go!
ManWithMachete: Come on, girl. We gotta get.
The man with the machete picks me up and carries me in his arms. They run through the forest past the approaching walkers. Once they outrun the threat, they slow down.
ManWithBow: I think... I think we're safe.
ManWithMachete: Yeah... yeah, we're good. Hey, you alright...?
Y/N: I... I think so.
ManWithBow: What are you doing out here?
ManWithMachete: Where are the, uh... the people you're with?
ManWithBow: I don't want them thinkin' we're doin' anything but tryin' to help you. Hmm... not sure how the group is gonna feel about another mouth to feed.
Y/N: My friend and I got attacked.
They will remember that.
ManWithBow: Hmm... these folks mention what they were after?
Y/N: They might've just wanted food. We were cooking some sort of weasel.
ManWithMachete: They attacked you for a weasel? Damn. That is low.
ManWithBow: They might've attacked you for a different reason. Were these a group of men?
I nod my head yes.
ManWithBow: Yeah... Usually men like that- ... They might not have wanted the weasel.
My stomach turns remembering that moment. I was almost caught by that man. God knows what he would have done... What... could have happened to Christa. I start to tear up and become visibly upset.
ManWithMachete: Lets not think about that, okay? And trust that we're not trying to do anything similar... Anyways- They didn't mention any names, right? They weren't searching for anybody?
I shake my head no and try to calm myself.
ManWithBow: Hmm.
Luke: Well, I'm Luke, and this is Pete.
Pete: Hey there.
Y/N: Hi. I'm Y/n.
Luke: It's nice to meet you, Y/n. For now, we're gonna take you back to our group, okay? We got a doctor with us, and you look like you could use some-- ... Oh, shit...
Luke notices the blood on my sleeve and nearly drops me. He readjusts his grip on me, and gently places me on my feet as he stares at my arm wide-eyed.
Pete: What? What is it?
Luke: She's... she's been bit, man. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, what are we gonna do here?
Pete: Hmm...
Y/N: No! It was a dog!
Pete: I didn't see any dog, Y/n.
Luke: Come on, look, we just saw you with those lurkers back there!
Pete: I can't remember the last time I saw a dog.
Luke: So what do we do now?
They talk to each other as if I'm not standing right in front of them.
Y/N: No! Guys it really was a dog! I'm not lying!
Luke: Look, I want to believe you... but I gotta believe my own two eyes first... and I didn't see no dog around.
Y/N: No! It was from before!
Pete: Hmm... alright. Let's see it.
Luke: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, watch yourself.
I glare at Luke.
Luke: Hey, don't look at me like that! You're the one that's bit here, okay?
Pete helps me roll up my sleeve.
Y/N: See?
Luke: Is it, uh... is it like she says?
Pete: Hmm... well, could be a dog. Hard to say. So where'd this "dog" go? The one that did this.
Luke: Now, what... what does this matter, Pete? Seriously.
Pete: I wanna know how believable her story is.
Y/N: I... I killed it.
Luke: What? Really? A dog shows up and bites you and you just kill it?
Pete: What would you have done?
Luke: I don't know!
Y/N: It attacked me! I had to fight it off, and then... It got impaled on some spikes. We were at a campsite, so I believe it fell on top of some tent stakes... Seriously guys. I ended his suffering!
Luke: That's... That's a lot to take in. Are you really not making this up?
Pete: Y/n? You tellin' us the truth? You look me in the eyes when you answer.
Y/N: Yes.
Pete: Hmm. Alright, Y/n. That's good enough for me.
Luke: Sigh. Yeah but, what else was she gonna say?
Pete: I've got a good bullshit detector, Luke. That's why you can never beat me at poker.
Luke: scoffs You don't always beat me at... Alright, how can you be sure? I want to believe her but... y'know after everything- Nick ain't gonna like this... Not with what happened to--
Pete: You don't have to remind me of that, boy.
Luke: Right. Sorry, sir.
Pete pats Luke's shoulder.
Pete: Come on. Y/n, are you feelin' alright?
Y/N: I'm fine. Just... tired.
Luke: I'd carry you the rest of the way but... I'm sure you understand.
Y/N: Don't worry about...
That's when my head feels tingly, and my vision slowly fades black.
Luke: Ah, shit.
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I eventually wake up on the ground... There's a whole group of people gathered around me. They're all arguing with each other.
ManWithRifle: Don't you tell me that! Not with what fuckin' happened.
PregnantWoman: Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?
Pete: Now hold on, Rebecca.
ManWithRifle: We got this, don't worry.
Rebecca: Like hell you do. Did anyone even think to ask where she came from? For all we know, she could be working with Carver!
Pete: She already told us that she and her friend were attacked. Then she was bitten by a dog.
Rebecca: What? And you just believed her? You should've put her out of her misery right there. Dog bite, my ass.
Y/N: I'm not wor--
The man with the rifle fires at the ground near me. I gasp and freeze in place. The shot was inches away from me. But by the look of it, I don't think he intended to shoot at me...
HeavyMan: What the...?
Pete rips the gun out of his hands.
Pete: Keep your finger off the trigger, boy!
Luke opens the door and runs outside to join the rest of the group.
Luke: Whoa, whoa, what the fuck Nick?!
Rebecca: You idiot! Every lurker for five miles probably heard that!
Nick: You're the one tellin' me to fuckin' shoot her!
HeavyMan: Everybody, just calm down for a second!
Luke: Y/n, you okay?
Y/N: I'm not... I'm not working for anyone. I don't know what you're talking about. I just need help.
Luke: We got a doctor right here, okay? He'll have a look. Now what the hell is wrong with you people?! Okay, she's just scared!
Rebecca: We're all scared, Luke. Don't act like we're the ones being irrational 'cause we don't buy this bullshit story.
Nick: No way she survived out here on her own! Why are we even arguing about this?!
Another man joins the group.
ManWithAccent: Let me take a look.
I draw back and away from the man in fear as he promptly heads towards me.
Luke: It's okay. Go ahead. He's a doctor.
I roll up my sleeve.
HeavyMan: Damn, that must've hurt.
The doctor inspects the wound.
Doctor: Hmm. Whatever it was, it got you good.
Nick: This isn't how we do things, man. When you're bit, you get put down. End of story. I'm not going through this again.
Luke: No one's suggestin' that.
Pete: We could take her arm off.
I gasp. Immediately, I think of Lee, and how it didn't work for him...
Rebecca: It won't do any good. You'll just be makin' it worse for the girl.
HeavyMan: It's crazy. No one's gonna volunteer to do that.
Luke: I would. If it means saving her life.
Nick: Then what? How would we know it worked?
Luke: I- L-Let's just let Carlos have a look first!
I stare sadly at Luke, in hopes to appeal to him. He seems to have a good say in things.
Luke: Hey, look I'm on your side. I'm trying my best here.
A girl from inside the cabin opens the front door and peeks through it.
Girl: Who's she?
Carlos: Sarah, what'd I say? Stay inside.
Sarah closes the door.
Y/N: I don't mean to be any trouble. I just want to stop the bleeding and then I'll go. You'll never see me again, I promise.
Carlos: And where exactly would you go?
Y/N: To find my friend Christa.
Nick: Forget it. You won't get five feet.
Luke: Look, I may be in the minority here, but my gut tells me she's telling the truth. It probably is just a dog bite. Probably...
Nick: Of course you want to believe it. I'm sure you've got plenty of ideas in your head about her.
Luke: What? Shut the fuck up man? She's a kid! The fuck is wrong with you?
I look up at Luke with confusion.
Y/N: I'm not a kid?...
Nick: There ya go.
Luke: You're?- Man doesn't matter she's a small girl who is HURT. That's not how I'm thinkin' right now.
I'm still lost at what they're talking about, but I just forget about it.
Carlos gets up and returns to the group.
HeavyMan: So? What do you think?
Nick: Was it a lurker?
Carlos: A bite like that... could be anything. Only one way to find out.
Pete: How?
Carlos: We wait.
Rebecca: What?!
Carlos: By tomorrow morning, if the fever's set in, we'll know if she's gonna turn. In the meantime, we can lock her in the shed.
Y/N: What about my arm? It needs to get cleaned, and stitched, and bandaged!
Luke: The girl's in bad shape, Carlos.
HeavyMan: We have all that stuff inside the cabin, we could probably get by with...
Rebecca: Alvin, please...
Alvin: But, yeah, we can't do nothing.
Carlos: I'm not wasting supplies on a lurker bite. If it turns out you're telling the truth, I'll clean it and stitch it up for you in the morning.
Y/N: But...
Carlos walks away. I shudder... Just thinking about the night I'm going to have... No way I'll survive it!
Luke: I'm sorry. It's the best we're gonna get.
Pete offers the rifle to Nick, and he grabs it out of his hands.
Pete: Finger off the trigger, son.
Nick: I ain't your son.
Luke: Don't be like that, man.
Pete: It's alright. Boy's got his mom's temper.
Nick: Come on.
Nick, Luke, and I walk away.
Rebecca: This is just a waste of time. You'll see. And when she turns, I ain't gonna be the one cleanin' up the shed.
As we're walking, I'm holding my arm in pain.
Luke: Look, hold out the best you can, Y/n. And we'll see what's what in the morning.
We reach the shed; Luke opens the door and we exchange a sad glance. I walk into the shed and Luke closes the doors behind me. I can hear Luke and Nick talking from outside the door.
Luke: Why are we doing this? It's so dumb. It looked like a dog bite.
Nick: It's safer this way. And better she turns in there than in the cabin where we SLEEP.
Luke: Whatever man, go. I'll lock up the shed.
Y/N: I can't believe this... You're gonna be fine, you're gonna be fine.
Luke: Y/n. I'm sorry, I tried. Just hang in there.
Before I can respond, I hear him walk away.
I look around at my surroundings. I might as well get comfortable in here... I see an anchor on the wall. Looks sharp... To my right is a tool board. But nothing of use. It's pretty much empty. On the table in front of it is a vice.
...
Definitely glad they decided not to take my arm off...
I search a barrel but it's empty. Then I find a tackle box.
Y/N: Not much left in here...
I find fishing line inside the box.
Y/N: I guess if I have to, I can use this for stitches.
There's a shelf but it's too high up for me to reach. There's a hammer on it... I try jumping to reach it but end up pushing it further out of my reach...
I see a wooden board on the wall next to the shelf. I unfold the table and climb onto it. I reach for the hammer, but the shelf collapses. I fall straight onto my bite... It knocks the wind out of me, the amount of pain... My adrenaline takes over and my mind sets on getting this hammer. I lift the board up and off of the hammer beneath it.
There's a visible hole in the wall, but it's boarded up with wood. Good use for the hammer. I pry open the board, and kick the panel open. I quickly crawl through the hole in the wall and notice a nearby walker.
Y/N: They have a doctor...he's gotta have stuff for stitches.
I observe the cabin, making sure its safe to approach
Y/N: It's pretty safe in there...could be a good place to stitch up my arm.
I sneak up to the house and see a window with silhouettes moving from inside. I decide to listen in at the window.
Rebecca: It makes me feel like a fucking idiot when we're not on the same page.
Alvin: We are on the same page!
Rebecca: Not out there, we weren't! Not about the girl! I saw you get soft!
Alvin: What do you want me to do, Bec? Put a bullet in her?
Rebecca: I want you to think about our family first.
Alvin: It's all I think about. So don't give me any shit.
Rebecca: I need some air.
Rebecca leaves the room.
I knock on the glass, and Alvin opens the window.
Alvin: What the hell are you doing?
Y/N: I... I need your help.
Alvin: Me? No. I'm sorry, but I can't do nothin'.
Y/N: Please. I need to fix my arm.
Alvin: Are you out of your mind? Even if you ain't bitten by some lurker, which you probably are, you can't be here! You gotta get out of here, you understand? Get back into that shed and Carlos'll take care of you in the morning. Damn it, girl. Go.
Y/N: You'd just let me die?
Alvin: I wouldn't let you do nothing. It's not my call. We're a group.
Y/N: But you could help. And if you don't, isn't that the same?
Alvin will remember that.
Alvin: I don't know, alright?
Alvin looks behind him, checking the door.
Alvin: I'm serious girl, you need to get out of here.
Y/N: I saw when everyone was arguing, you wanted to help.
Alvin: You didn't see anything. Look, you gotta get outta here before my wife finds you. I'm serious, you gotta go. I got enough problems already. We got a baby on the way, Rebecca's all emotional, got a mess of hormones causing all sorts of trouble. I don't need anymore, get it? Now go.
Y/N: Please help. Please...
Alvin: Don't cry.
Y/N: I'm not gonna cry. I'm just... tired.
Alvin: You're not with Carver?
Y/N: No.
Alvin: And you didn't get bit by a dead person?
Y/N: No!
Alvin contemplates.
Y/N: I'll do anything I can to help your situation. Anything.
Alvin: Except leave me alone.
Y/N: Yeah, I guess.
Alvin: I'm screwed if anyone finds out I did this. You understand?
Y/N: The b... the cut on my arm needs to be cleaned and stitched.
Alvin: Stitched? I ain't doin' that.
Y/N: I'll figure it out on my own.
Alvin: Alright, look... I don't know what I can find. We're short on bandages, but I might be able to find something clean that would work.
Y/N: I need something to clean it with, and a needle and thread could help, too.
Alvin: I don't even know where to look. Carlos has medical supplies on lockdown, and we don't got much these days.
Y/N: Well, whatever you can get. I'll find the rest on my own.
Alvin: Okay. Wait here.
Alvin leaves and returns shortly afterward.
Alvin: I found you some bandages. And I, uh... I got you a juice box. In case you're thirsty.
Alvin hands me the bandages and juice box. How old do these people think I am? I am grateful for the juice anyways...
Y/N: Thank you.
From the other side of the bedroom door, I can hear Carlos,
Carlos: Alvin, house meeting in five minutes.
Alvin: Oh, okay. Thanks. Now you need to go.
Alvin closes the window and leaves.
Though I have the bandages, that won't do. I need a needle and peroxide... I crouch and sneak around the side of the cabin. I end up in the backyard, and see another board of wood covering up a hole. It's covering an entrance to underneath the house... Maybe there's a way in from under?
I try to pull the plywood, but fail. I use the hammer to remove the nails, successfully. I then move the plywood. I crouch further and walk underneath the foundation of the house.
I finally reach a trapdoor. But when I try to open the door, it doesn't budge. It's locked.
I take my knife out of my pocket and use it to open the trapdoor, but the blade breaks. At least, it opens the lock... I then enter the house quietly.
Carlos: I've already made my decision.
Pete: Well, Luke has more to say, I guess. Where's Sarah?
Carlos: She's got her book. She doesn't need to be a part of this.
I enter the living room. Everyone is in the kitchen by the sound of it... I listen in for a bit...
Rebecca: For all we know, she could be connected with Carver.
Luke: Come on. There's no way.
Alvin: She could be. We don't know.
Nick: She's connected to somebody. There's no way she's out here by herself.
Pete: She said she was with a friend and they got attacked.
Nick: Yeah, right.
Carlos: Whoever she's with, they'll probably come looking for her.
Alvin: Great. They show up and we've got her locked in the shed.
Rebecca: You think we should bring her in here...?
Alvin: No. I'm just saying it wouldn't look too good.
Carlos: It's just a precautionary measure. Anyone else would do the same.
Luke: You really think Carver would come after us...?
Nick: You think he wouldn't...?!
Pete: He's not exactly the type to let things lie.
Luke: What happened, happened. There's nothing we can do about it now.
Alvin: Let him come. I really don't give a damn.
Rebecca: Alvin!
Alvin: What? I don't.
Nick: You brought her back here, not me. You knew she was bit.
Luke: What was I supposed to do, huh? Leave her out there to die?
Nick: Better her than us.
Pete: You'd've done the same, Nick.
Nick: It wasn't the brightest idea.
Luke: Oh, and firing your rifle was, huh...? Next time we'll just put up a neon sign that says "Lurkers Welcome".
Alvin: Where you goin', hon...?
Rebecca: I want to get my sweater.
Carlos: We'll be done in a minute.
Nick: You're in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by lurkers, about to get eaten alive, and you're telling us it was a dog?
Luke: Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but...look, for whatever reason, I think she's telling the truth.
Pete: Look, there's no point in arguing about it now. She's in the shed, she's not gonna hurt anyone. We'll just see what's what in the morning.
Luke: But Carlos said she could die if she doesn't get her arm treated.
Rebecca: Assuming she doesn't turn.
Alvin: That true? The girl could really die...?
Carlos: If the infection spreads...anything's possible. It could definitely get a whole lot worse for her.
Luke: Don't we have penicillin? Or something that could, y'know...stop the infection from spreading?
Carlos: We have some. But not enough to spare.
Nick: We're not wasting anything on her. What if one of us needs it?
Luke: Look, I'm just saying, we could help, that's all.
Rebecca: We need to think of ourselves first. That's just the way it is.
Pete: We can't just let her die. Not if there's something we can do about it. Let's just say she's telling the truth and she doesn't turn. Then what?
Luke: We apologize for being assholes. And then we help fix her arm.
Rebecca: She can't stay with us. We barely have enough supplies for ourselves.
Pete: We've got more fish in the traps than we could ever eat.
Nick: Yeah, but she's seen us. She knows we're here.
Luke: What, you scared of a small girl like that...?
Carlos: A small woman is not the problem. It's who she might tell.
Alvin: We gotta keep an eye on her.
Rebecca: IF she doesn't turn. Which she probably will.
Nick: I gotta take a leak.
Carlos: Hold on. We're almost done.
Nick: Fine.
Carlos: My point is, if that woman can find her way here, then almost anyone can.
Luke: Pete, you saw those lurkers, alright? That's more than we've seen in a while.
Pete: Yeah. Seems like it's not as safe as it was. 'Least not like when we found this place.
Nick: Maybe it's time to move on.
Rebecca: We can't just keep running. At some point we've got to settle down.
Carlos: We should. And we will. But can we find somewhere safe? I don't know.
Pete: You seen what it's like out there.
Alvin: I was just starting to like this place.
Pete: Look, we've had a good run here. But if it's time to move on, then I got no problem with that.
Luke: Yeah, but...I mean, where do we go from here...?
Alvin: No more cities. We all agreed on that, right...? Too many damn lurkers.
Nick: We're not going back the way we came. That's for damn sure.
Rebecca: We can probably find somewhere better. We just need to look.
Carlos: Wherever we go, we can't get too attached. We'll be fine as long as we keep things fluid.
Pete: We can't forget we need to check the traps tomorrow.
Nick: What do we do with the girl?
Rebecca: You're not leaving her here with me!
Luke: We can't just keep her locked in the shed. We're not animals.
Carlos: Then take her with you.
Nick: What...?
Carlos: You want to keep an eye on her, then take her with you. Are we almost done here...? I want to make sure Sarah's ready for bed.
Pete: Wait a second. There's something else I want to talk about.
I had been listening in for a couple of minutes. It was about time I stopped caring about whatever the hell they were saying, and focused on my arm. Because as soon as I'm done fixing myself up. I'm out of here. Luke and Pete seem to be on my side... but everyone else is unsure of me. Except Rebecca. She is definitely sure I'm some bitten, dead girl who works with "Carver". Whoever he is, won't matter to me once I'm gone.
I then go upstairs. The steps are so creaky, I'm almost trying to float over them with each careful step.
I enter a door and it ends up being the bathroom.
Y/N: They have to have medical supplies around here somewhere.
I open the medicine cabinet and take a needle from a tomato-shaped pincushion.
Y/N: It's clean.
I put the needle away carefully in my pocket.
Y/N: I'll still need something to keep it from getting infected.
Just when I'm about to open the door and leave, I hear something.
Rebecca: That man sometimes, I swear!
It's that angry pregnant lady, Rebecca... I look around, quickly! I need to find a place to hide! The shower? I jump in.
Rebecca enters the bathroom and drinks some water from the sink. They have running water?? What if... She tries to take a shower?! I should've just gone in the closet. Oh God...
Rebecca: Damn it... Just need to have this baby and...oh, god. Let it be okay and...let it be his.
Woah.
Rebecca takes a deep breath and leaves. As soon as it sounds clear, I leave to find some peroxide, or anything to clean my wound with... I open another door opposite the bathroom. As soon as I peek through I hear a gasp. For a second I almost shut it and run, but it's the girl. I put my finger on my lips and shush Sarah.
Sarah: You're not supposed to be in here.
I look around the room, look behind me, then close the door as I enter slowly.
Y/N: Hi, can you please help me?
Sarah: I'm not supposed to talk to you. My dad can't know.
Y/N: Why, what will he do?
Sarah: Get mad at me.
Y/N: What does he do when he gets mad?
Sarah: He gets angry and says he's disappointed in me and that he just loves me and wants me to be safe.
Y/N: That's it? Nothing else?
Sarah: Yeah. It's the worst.
From what I can tell, Sarah is no threat to me. I know I can talk my way out of this.
Sarah: What happened to you?
Y/N: A dog bit me.
Sarah: Sounds scary... I bet it hurts.
Y/N: I could die if I don't take care of it. Do you understand?
Sarah will remember that.
Y/N: I just need something to clean it with. I bet it would be with the rest of your dad's medical supplies.
Sarah: Yeah, it is.
Sarah contemplates for a bit. I wait in hopes to get the answer I want.
Sarah: I'll help you.
Y/N: Good. Thank you.
Sarah: I'm Sarah.
Y/N: I'm Y/n.
Sarah: We're friends. Right? We can be best friends. I haven't met another girl my age since way before. It's hard to be the only girl, you know? Rebecca is okay, but she's old. And that's it. And if her baby is a girl, it'll be forever before she's old enough to, like, be my friend. And then I'll be super old.
Y/N: We're not the same age.
Sarah: What?
Y/N: We're not the same age. Everyone here thinks I'm a lot younger.
Sarah: Oh, I see. How old are you then? I'm fifteen.
Y/N: I'm 23.
Sarah: You don't seem like it.
Y/N: That's just how it is.
Sarah: So, can we still be friends, then?
Y/N: Yes.
Sarah: Promise?
Y/N: Yes.
Sarah will remember that.
Sarah holds out her pinkie for a pinkie swear. I lock my pinkie with hers.
Sarah: A pinky swear is forever. I'll see if I can find the stuff my dad uses when I get a cut. Lemme look around...
Sarah searches the room and then gives me a bottle of peroxide.
Sarah: I think this is it.
Y/N: Perfect. That'll work.
Sarah: You can't do it here, though. Someone will find you.
Y/N: Don't worry, I won't.
I open the door and peek left and right to see if it's clear.
Y/N: Thanks, Sarah.
Sarah: Shhh!
Y/N: Okay. I better get somewhere safer to do this.
I return to the shed and take out the supplies. I roll up my sleeve and place my arm on the table.
Y/N: This is gonna suck.
I take a sip of juice first. I then unscrew the lid of the peroxide and pour it on my wound, then drop it. I scream in pain, as I feel the peroxide bubble up all over. It hurts so bad I'm almost in tears, and I'm not even at the...
Y/N: The fun part.
It takes me a few greuling tries, but I eventually thread the needle.
I begin the first suture, then slam my fist on the table. I'm so dizzy, but I have to push through. My adrenaline, my best friend at this point, takes over and I'm ready to continue.
I continue suturing and screaming in pain. I'm finally done, and wrap my arm up with the bandages, but then I drop them.
As I'm picking them up, a walker reaches through the shed and grabs my leg. I hold onto the table and reach for the hammer as I try to kick it away, but it knocks me over. I try to grab a nearby rake but can't reach it.
The wall breaks and the walker crawls all the way into the shed and climbs on top of me. I kick it away and stand up. I quickly grab the rake and push the walker backward with it. It falls and gets impaled by the anchor on the wall.
I grab the hammer and hit it repeatedly in the head until it stops moving. Luke opens the shed, with the rest of the group close behind him.
Luke: Holy shit.
Alvin: What the...?
Nick: How the hell did it get in here?
Pete: Girl's tough as nails.
Carlos: Are you alright?
Luke: The shed should've been safe!
Y/N: I am still not bitten. I never was. And you left me out here to die.
Luke: You patched yourself up?
Luke watches me carefully in disbelief.
Nick: Where'd you get that stuff?
Rebecca: Did she steal from us?
Pete: This doesn't change a thing. She hasn't done anything to us.
Rebecca: Says the man not carrying a baby.
Pete: Enough already!
Luke: Guys, please.
Y/N: I did. I took stuff and I'm sorry. I really am.
They will remember that.
Rebecca: And you think you can trust her?
Pete: Goddamn it, don't even start! Any of you would've done the same if you were half as tough as this girl. So just save it.
Carlos: Bring her in and I'll take a look at her arm.
Alvin: Damn lurkers sneakin' around out here... We better get inside.
Luke: You hungry?
Y/N: I haven't eaten in days. Not even that weasel.
Luke cracks a guilty smile, but I smile back to reassure him. He's on my side from what I can tell. No need to guilt trip him of everyone.
We all go inside.
Carlos inspects my wound. Luke paces and Nick bites his fingernails.
Carlos: This might hurt a little.
Y/N: Ow!
Luke: How's she look?
Carlos: Her suturing skills need some work, but otherwise I'd say she should be fine.
Luke: So it wasn't a lurker bite?
Carlos: If it was, the fever would've already set in and her temperature would be through the roof.
Carlos bandages my arm. Nick leaves the room and Luke follows him. Carlos washes his hands in the sink.
Carlos: I wish you wouldn't've done what you did.
Y/N: What do you mean?
Carlos: You manipulated my daughter.
Y/N: I asked for her help?
Carlos: She's not someone you can just ask for help.
I'm not sure what to say, so I stay silent.
Carlos: I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, but there are a few things you need to know about my daughter.
Y/N: Okay...
Carlos: She isn't like us. You may not get that initially, but once you're around her for a while, you'll understand. If she knew how bad the world is... what it's really like out there... she would... cease to function. She's my little girl. She's all I have left, and I would ask that you stay away from her.
Y/N: I'm sorry, I realize now what you mean. I didn't know. I was nice to her if that counts for anything...
Carlos will remember that.
Carlos: It's okay. You're forgiven. Just don't make any more mistakes.
Carlos leaves and Luke enters, holding a bowl of food.
Luke: Hey, uh... brought you some food.
Luke and I sit at the table and start eating.
Luke: That's gonna leave of hell of a scar.
Y/N: Better than losing it.
Luke: You can say that again. Scars...they're way cooler than stumps.
Luke tries to be playful with me. But I can tell he's still guilty and wary about what to say to me.
Y/N: Don't look so guilty. It's okay, you didn't want to do that to me. I survived anyway, and for that I'm grateful.
Luke: Grateful to who? You could've died in there...
Y/N: I could've died out in those woods, but you helped me. Gave me a chance.
Luke: Well, it wasn't just me. Pete helped you too.
Y/N: Then I am grateful to both you and Pete. Thank you.
Luke: You don't have to thank me...
I finish my bite of food then continue talking.
Y/N: Yeah, who was it that saved me from the walker on top of me by chopping its head off? And the one that carried me away?
I smile. I want him to be happy. We have enough burdens. Though I'm incredibly anxious talking to new people, and in a lot of pain, I just want everyone to feel okay.
He smiles back and looks down at his food.
Y/N: And I didn't end up with my arm chopped off! This is best case scenario.
Luke chuckles, but then noticed a growing sadness on my face as I start to think...
Luke: What's wrong?
Y/N: Nothing. I just had a friend who lost his arm once, that's all. I'm okay.
Nick enters the room.
Nick: Hey, look. Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for... well, for being a dick out there. I got kinda aggro and that was definitely not cool.
Luke: Nick's been known to go off every once in a while. Don't hold it against him.
Nick: Yeah, I guess we all have our moments.
Luke: You definitely had one out there.
Nick drops his head down as he sits next to me.
Y/N: You were just protecting your friends. I get it.
Nick will remember that.
Nick: I didn't mean to be so harsh. I just... we had a bad experience once.
Y/N: What happened...?
Luke: Nick lost his mom. We took care of someone who'd got bit.
I can see the hurt in Nick's eyes...
Nick: It was my fault. I--
Luke: It was no one's fault. We thought we could control it, but... we couldn't. And then she turned and his mom was standing right there and she got attacked... There was nothing we could do about it.
Nick: Anyway. Hopefully, you understand.
Y/N: I do. Yeah.
Nick smiles at me then gets up and leaves.
Luke: So, since you're pretty much on your own, what's your plan?
Y/N: I don't know. Like you said, I'm just on my own now. It's never really been this way.
I wonder if I should ask to stay here? No, I couldn't... They all want me out of here. But, should I ask? I don't kn-
Luke: Well, you're welcome to stay here if you want. You can let yourself heal up and take some time to sort things out.
Y/N: Do you think everyone else will be okay with it?
Luke: They'll just have to deal with it.
He smiles at me. I let out a secret sigh of relief and smile back sheepishly.
Luke: So what happened to your parents? If you don't mind me asking.
Y/N: Do you really still think I'm a kid?
Luke: Oh, I- right. Well, how old are you?
Y/N: Wait, I want to see what you think. How old do I look to you?
Luke: 16.. 17..?
Y/N: 23!
Luke: Oh, wow, I- mean you just seem a lot younger. 'Cause, y'know, you're... small?
Y/N: Sigh. Yeah, I know. Everyone likes to mention it to me.
Luke: But you're strong. That's for sure. None of us could've done what you did out there. I didn't mean to offend you or-
Y/N: No, no! You haven't. I'm just very used to hearing it is all... And trust me, you would've been able to do it too. Once your body knows it's in trouble... Adrenaline will get you through anything...
Luke looks down with remorse.
Y/N: But really? Does my face look that young?...
Luke: I think your face looks to be about 23 years old.
I smile.
Y/N: Really? Or are you just saying that?
I tease him.
Luke: Really! I mean it.
We both continue eating.
Y/N: Well, how old are you? Have you been keeping track?
Luke: I'm 26. My birthday is in the winter, so I know it must be coming up soon.
Y/N: Mine too, January 26th. (~ Wink wink)
Luke: Pete's birthday is in the winter too. And like I said, seems like it's coming soon... so maybe we'll just have one big winter birthday party then.
We smile at each other and keep eating.
Luke: The winter will be rough, but it's not our first time surviving it. How do you usually get through it?...
Y/N: I'm usually with other people that can help me, if that's what you're asking.
Luke: I was just curious on how you made it this far.
Y/N: I just try to stay with good people and not do anything dumb.
I start feeling sad again...
Luke: Hey, I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have asked.
Y/N: In the beginning, my parents went on vacation and left me with a babysitter and they never came back. We went to Savannah to find them... but they were already dead.
Luke: Wow. Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
Y/N: This man found me and took care of me.
...
Y/N: We met up with other survivors and we all tried to make it, but... it didn't work. His name was Lee. He taught me how to survive... He's the reason I keep my hair short.
Luke: What happened to him?
Y/N: I ran away... I was stupid. There was a man who said he knew my parents. I thought I knew what I was doing, but I ran away and Lee died because of it.
Luke: Maybe he would've died anyways.
Y/N: It was my fault. I just... sometimes people die because of me. Because they always try to protect me. I can't stand it.
Luke: I'm sure none of them regret trying to keep you safe.
Y/N: I'd hope so... for the past, I don't know seven years? I'd been with my friend Christa. The friend who was with me when we got attacked.
Luke lightens the mood,
Luke: For that damn weasel.
I laugh. Pete enters the room.
Pete: I hate to interrupt, but I'm out there standing watch and I can't help but notice this place is lit up like a goddamn beacon in the middle of the woods.
Luke: Yeah, it's time to turn in anyways.
Y/N: Alright, and thank you Pete.
Pete turns his head in question.
Y/N: For saving me?
Pete: Oh, right, you're welcome, Y/n.
We exchange smiles as he leaves the room. Pete winks at Luke, and it clearly frustrates him.
Luke: When you're finished eating, come find me upstairs. I'll show you where you can sleep.
I smile and nod with a mouthful of food. He puts his bowl in the sink and leaves.
To be continued...
A/N; Things are starting to speed up, see?? Ah trust me, the next episode... Allllll Luke baby. So far this has really just been the transcript to the game LOL, but believe me when I say, the next episode will be a whole new case.
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OMGGG WAIT TWDG REQUESTS R OPEN IM, I don't write 4 them but I sure would if i found people who like this masterpiece, I'm sending in a request feel free to not do it if u dont have the in sports, just let me know 👀
okay so may i request maybe fluff headcanons w Luke (my man😫)
btw im so sorry again for almost blocking u but we have lots of fandoms in common and i think we could get along pretty well- i swear im not mean💀
It's really no problem, I'll be careful not to spam like before. I'm sure we'll get along great too! 🦇💖
Luke TWDG Fluff Hc
You met in Winter, you were scavenging around before it got dark making sure no one was around and if there were any hidden supplies around.
That's when you spotted a man crawling his way out of the frozen lake, seemed like he fell in and was desperately trying to get out. You pondered for a moment, you didn't know this man... He could be dangerous. He could have been part of a dangerous group, but then again you didn't know if you could spare anytime it was getting dark quickly.
But when he spotted you and you stared at each other, you looked at his brown eyes, his wet hair, and finally his blue-tinted lips.
He was gonna freeze to death if you didn't help... And you would feel guilty if he did and you didn't try to help even a little.
Now here you and Luke were, you both wandered around and found a small home that even had some small bags of food that were still good.
He definitely told you about his old group, about how they were trying to make it to a house but he ended up falling through and thought he was done for.
He honestly thought he was too
He likes to talk about the two young girls he considered to be his 'little sisters' Sarah and Clementine were their names, and he laughs about how sweet yet scary Clem could be sometimes when he was in that group.
Sometimes he has nightmares about what happened in his group with Carver/Bill, about Kenny and his Eye, Sarah and her dad, Beca turning... He fears what happened to Alvin, and how worried he is about the group with the new baby.
He likes to be cuddled on those nights, he curls in on himself and lets you wrap your arms around him.
Luke can be very playful, he likes to play races with you when you both do anything that involves traveling, mostly when you are scavenging.
Luke doesn't like the idea of moving camp, even though the little house you found has some unrepairable damage and food is getting low he hates the idea of traveling after what happened to his group when they had to leave their home
Luke loves when you kiss his forehead as comfort and he always kisses your nose in response back to it.
Ok, I would write more but the HCs are all random I will do a better Hc for him that has a bit more structure, I hope this is fun to read anyway. 😭
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Summer on the Horizon
Telltale's The Walking Dead Luke x Fem!Reader
Chapter Content Warnings: mention of violence/murder, some soft feels
*Please refer to the masterlist for a disclaimer on the AU this takes place in*
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Chapter 6: When We Have Hope
Word Count: 2615
They sit around the fire, eating a helping of beef jerky as the sun sets in the west. Laughter floats around, lifting their spirits.
“You can’t be serious,” Y/N questions. “The two of you went broke in just six months? That’s gotta be a record.”
“Hey!” Luke holds his hands up in surrender. “I never said it was gonna be a profitable business!”
“I’m pretty sure businesses are intended to be profitable no matter what, but whatever makes you feel better about yourself!”
Luke rolls his eyes and throws a twig in her direction. “At least I gave it a try.” He sits for a second, reminiscing on his time before the world went to shit. “What would y’all have done if you coulda started a business.”
Y/N answers without a second thought. “A bookstore.”
“What, like Borders?”
She shakes her head. “Naw, definitely just a small town bookstore. Maybe one with a little cafe.” She hugs her knees up to her chest and looks up at the sky. “The place would have been like a second home, I’m sure.” She looks down towards Clementine, who’s still chewing on some jerky. “What about you, Clem?”
She takes a moment to think before she swallows her food. “I’ve always really liked drawing, so maybe an art store?”
Y/N chuckles at her response. “I can definitely see that. Our stores could be neighbors.”
Clementine smiles at that idea. “That would be really nice.” She then smiles at Y/N mischievously. “But I’d steal too many of your books.”
Luke butts into the conversation. “Don’t be givin’ away your strategy already! Now she won’t ever let you in!” He laughs as he finishes his sentence.
Y/N holds a finger up, silencing Luke. “Well wait just a second. How about, you can take books, as long as you make some drawings for my store? It could definitely do with some art to offset the plain walls.”
Clem is now beaming as she laughs between her words. “You’ve got a deal.” She holds her hand out towards Y/N, who takes it and shakes it firmly.
“Now I feel like I’m bein’ left out on purpose…” Luke complains, feigning disappointment.
“Well maybe you should think up some better business models!” Y/N teases. “You’re just too high risk to make deals with, what with your track record and all.”
Luke rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time today. “Yeah, yeah… I’ll show you, just you wait. You’ll be clambering to make business deals with me in no time.” At that he lays back with his hands behind his head to look up at the constellations forming in the night sky. He traces them with his eyes, losing count of the stars almost instantly. “Y’know the one good thing that came out of all of this? No matter where you are, the stars are always bright. No city lights or smog to drown them out.”
Y/N and Clementine lay down too to look at the stars. They lay in silence for a while, just the three of them and the stars looking back at them. But like all good things, it comes to an end when they hear a rustling in the bushes. All three survivors sit up instantly and reach for their weapons. Silhouetted in the last rays of the sun, they make out a singular walker. Y/N sighs as she stands up and whispers, “I got this.”
She walks a bit closer to the walker and whistles at it in a quick tune to gain its attention. Once it’s lumbering towards her, she assumes a low stance, waiting for just the right moment. And when that moment comes, she shoves the walker up against a tree, holding it back with her forearm against its chest, while she sinks her knife into the side of its skull. The body instantly goes limp and crumbles to the forest floor. Y/N bends down to wipe her blade on the grass then starts the short walk back to the fire. As she sits back down, she sighs again. “It’s getting late. I can take our first watch.”
“I think I’ll keep ya company a little while longer,” Luke offers, though it sounds more like a fact of a matter than an offer. “You can head off to bed if you feel like it, Clem.”
The girl yawns as she trudges towards the tent. Luke must have seen her exhaustion already. “Just don’t talk too loud, okay?”
Luke chuckles a bit and mutters out, “You got it, kiddo,” as Clementine passes by and disappears into the tent. He looks back towards Y/N to find her face more stoic now. “Well, that lurker sure brought down the mood, didn’t it?”
Y/N scoffs, her face unchanging. “Yeah, they have a tendency to do that.”
The two are sitting a few feet apart, a campfire between them. Luke stands to grab another piece of wood to add to the fire to keep it going, and finds a seat much closer to Y/N than his previous one, but still leaves a gap. He keeps his voice low like he promised Clem he would. “I’m missing that bed already, that sleeping bag won’t even come close.”
Y/N chuckles under her breath. “I swear, you don’t think of anything else except a comfy bed. You’re just gonna keep disappointing yourself.”
Luke mimics her chuckle. “I guess I’m just a hopeful person. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”
“You’re talking about hope so much, it’s gonna start rubbing off on me.”
“Well I would hope so!” He catches himself before he starts talking too loud and returns to a whisper. “We become better people when we have hope. Just like I hope we find a bed again soon.”
“See, you’re just proving my point! All you think about is finding a bed. There are better things to hope for, y’know?”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
She’s silent for a moment as she pulls a knee up to her chest. “Safety. I hope we find a place where we feel safe. Yeah, we’ve survived this long. But, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I’m getting tired.” She casts her gaze down at the fire. “But, I guess I’m doing better now than I was last week.” The corners of her lips lifted in a pained smile. For a second time today, her eyes gloss over with tears. But she blinks it away and takes a deep breath. And as she calms down, she feels a hand rest on her shoulder. She just slightly lifts her gaze from the fire to come face to face with Luke.
His charming smile immediately speeds up Y/N’s heart rate, so much so that she hopes he can’t hear it over the crackling of the fire. And it speeds up even more as he says, “I’m doin’ a lot better now, too.” Y/N stares at him for a moment, trying to process the implication of his words. But then Luke backtracks as he pulls his hand away and rubs the back of his neck, “And, uh, so is Clem. I think she likes having another girl around again.”
Y/N recovers quickly, pushing the feeling of a blush to the back of her mind. “You miss having another guy around, then?”
Luke winces internally. Another guy would mean competition, but I can’t tell her that! Think, Luke, think! “Not particularly. When there’s a lot of men around, it leads to a sort of… power struggle. It’s happened quite a few times in my groups.”
Y/N leans towards him a bit in jest. “And let me guess. You were always one of the guys fighting for power.”
Luke almost looks offended as he puts his hands up in defense. “Hey now! It’s not ‘cause I’m greedy or anything. Other people just… don’t do what’s right sometimes.” He stops for a moment, but continues when she looks at him expectedly, waiting for more explanation. “It’s a good thing, knowing that Carver is dead and can’t hurt people anymore. He killed Alvin in cold blood. And Reggie. And a lot of other people. And even before all that, I knew he had evil in him. I can’t just stand back and let someone like that lead people.” Pain passes through his face as he lets out a heavy sigh.
This time, Y/N puts a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Luke. And you do good by people. Please, don’t ever doubt that.” As she moves closer to him, she sees a tear fall from his chin. And then, she acts without another thought and pulls him into her, as he did for her just a few hours before. Time grinds to a halt as she holds him and as he grips her shoulders in return. He doesn’t sob, and he doesn’t shake, but she can feel every ounce of emotion as it crashes down on her in waves. With every breath he exhales, she holds him tighter, refusing to let him feel alone. And it’s true. They aren’t alone.
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“We’re heading East, right?” Clem questions as she looks up towards the sun, shielding her eyes with her hat and hands.
Y/N smiles to herself, feeling a bit of pride that Clem picked up on using the sun for directions so quickly. “Yup, long as it’s still morning and you’re looking towards the sun, that’s East.” She keeps her eyes on the trail ahead. Well, trail is an overstatement. It’s more just a narrow area between the trees that seems to grow less brush. “Lots of fallen branches here, watch your step,” she calls out as she carefully places one foot in front of the other. Clem follows close behind with Luke a few strides back.
Luke winces and clutches his leg where he’d been shot a few months before. “A storm’s gonna be rolling in soon, we need to find somewhere safe before it hits.”
Y/N chuckles up ahead. “And how do you know that? Is the farm boy a weather boy now?”
“Haha, very funny,” he says dryly, though his lips curl up at the edges. “Old wound is acting up is how I know.”
“What, your ribs?”
“Naw, gunshot to the leg.”
Her eyes widen for just a second. “And how’d that one happen?”
“Some angry Russian.”
Now Y/N turns around in disbelief, still walking backwards. “How many people have you pissed off, exactly?”
Luke exhales a small laugh. “More than I’d like, I’m sure.”
She keeps walking backwards, maintaining eye contact with him. “Wow, I thought you were such a nice guy, Luke! But with all these stories you’re telling me, I’m starting to doubt my own judgment.”
He smirks at that comment. “Well, that’s not what you were saying last night…” He trails off as he realizes what it just sounded like he said. “I mean- you seemed to think I was pretty good… I mean as a person, I’m a good person. I’m gonna go ahead and shut up now.” He feels a blush spreading across his chest and up his neck.
Y/N laughs at Luke’s expense as she says, “No, please keep going. I want to see how deep you dig your own–” She’s cut off as she falls backwards onto the forest floor, bushes rustling from the impact.
Even with all the self-restraint in the world, Luke can’t help the snort that he lets out at Y/N’s misfortune. Eventually, that snort turns into a full blown laugh as he finds himself clutching his stomach, laughing through the pain of his previously broken rib. Even Clementine is having a hard time controlling her laugh, covering her mouth as her chuckles slip through.
“Oh yeah, ha ha, very funny!” Y/N calls out as she sits up. “Laugh at the fallen person, how original.” As her companions continue to laugh, she lays back down with her arms spread out, soaking in the sun that sneaks through the leaves. But her relaxation is interrupted as Luke stands over her, offering a hand. It takes all her willpower to hide a mischievous grin as she takes it and instead of using it to stand, uses all her strength to bring him down with her. The bushes rustle once again, giving way to his weight.
Luke raises his head from the bush, twigs and leaves caught in his hair. He takes a moment to spit out a twig that found its way into his mouth. He gets his own mischievous grin as he says, “Well, now you’re askin’ for it!”
Y/N tries her best to scramble out of the bushes, barely gaining some footing before Luke pulls her back by the wrist. This time, as she falls, she falls right into Luke, elbow slamming into his abdomen, just barely grazing the poorly healing rib. Luke grinds his teeth at the pain and squeezes his eyes shut, feeling the instant regret. Upon hearing a snicker above him, he peeks an eye open and comes face to face with Y/N. And it’s really face to face. If he had to guess, he’d say 4 inches away nose to nose. Luke’s words get caught in his throat when he tries to say something, not even really knowing what he was gonna say in the first place. Before he can figure it out, Y/N is rolling off of him onto the forest floor.
As she stands, Y/N turns to face Luke, making a point to laugh at him still laying in the bush. “Wow, it’s much more fun to be the one laughing.” Luke rubs at his neck as a blush spreads across his cheeks, an action that feels way too common now. This time, Y/N holds out her hand. “Don’t get any ideas now, I think we’ve had enough bush to skin contact for the day.”
Luke chuckles at her nonchalance and takes her hand, pulling himself up with a small ache in his rib. When he’s finally back on solid ground, he clutches his rib and groans. “Damn, you got me good.”
Clementine peeps up as she continues their walk. “I think you did that to yourself, Luke.”
“Hey now, don’t go picking sides, it ain’t fair!” Luke calls after her, readjusting his backpack before following.
“Well I think it’s plenty fair,” Y/N offers before saying more quietly to Luke, “But I am sorry… Is it hurting bad?”
Her concern has Luke’s lips curling up into a smile. “Naw, just a little irritated, it’ll pass.” He glances at her to see the concern clear in her eyes. Before his gaze can linger too long, he’s nudging her along after Clem. “Well let’s get a move on, don’t wanna get caught in that stor–”
Crack.
All three of them hit the forest floor immediately, as if their bodies realized it was a distant gunshot before their minds did.
Crack. Crack.
Y/N is the first to speak among them. “Fuck, how close was that?”
“Not too close,” Luke answers, “But definitely too close for comfort. Sounds like they’re the way we came from, so let’s keep moving.” He’s the first to stand, the other two following soon after. “Let’s move quick, and let’s move quiet.” “Don’t have to tell me twice,” Y/N whispers. Before she follows on the path, she looks back towards the way they came, a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. It’ll be okay, she soothes herself. Or at least, I hope it will be.
Next Chapter: TBD
A/N: HI YES HELLO I DID IT, I POSTED THE NEXT CHAPTER! Only took me *checks watch* 6 months? I mean... it's not the worst lol. I'll try to be more consistent, but there are no promises cause of how my schedule for this next semester is looking. But don't give up on me! Cause I'm not giving up on this fic :)
P.S: totally lost the document where I was keeping track of the names that wanted to be added to a tag list (oopsies) so just let me know if you do, I promise I won't be a hot mess this time *sobs*
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Hi! I love your writing style and your ideas and I was wondering if you could do a luke x reader? Whatever you want to write. Thanks :)
hi there - thank you so much for the req! i'm also glad you enjoy my writing lmao but yeah! i hope you enjoy.
summary: luke comes back from gathering supplies with a nasty gash across his face, and you're the one tasked with cleaning him up.
word count: 552
genre: twdg luke x gn!reader.
"Sit." (Y/N) demanded, grabbing hold of Luke's shoulders and pushing the Southerner down onto the rugged, dirty couch. He doesn't protest, instead squinting to try and avoid blood dripping from the gash across his face and into his eye. How he got this gnarly injury, he can't quite explain. The moment he stepped through the door, hand over his face and blood leaking through his fingers, he was swarmed with questions of interrogation, but he never gave a straight answer - the only thing he confirmed was that a lurker wasn't the culprit.
Now, as he sat on the couch, (Y/N)'s familiar and comforting touch across his forehead, he felt a little less overwhelmed. They looked at him with eyes full of concern, brow bone pulling together as they attempted to assess the severity of his injury. They came to the conclusion that whilst the gash wasn't life-threatening, the risk of infection made itself evident, and it needed to be stitched up. They'd gathered medical supplies the moment Luke was through the door, with or without Carlos' permission.
"It's not that bad, honest," Luke insisted, his hands resting on his lap, fingernails picking at the frayed denim of his jeans. (Y/N) merely looked at him before placing a wet rag on his forehead, trying to wipe away some of the blood that had gathered. Luke gritted his teeth and hissed in pain, a small mutter of "shit" accompanying the sound. (Y/N) scoffed a little, placing the rag down. They stayed on their knees in front of him, engrossed in the procedure of fixing their favourite cabin member up. "That fuckin' hurt.."
"Okay, you big baby," they chuckled, grabbing small pieces of medical tape. As they studied the tape, then Luke's face, and then the tape again, they came to the realisation that they'd have to get alarmingly close to his face to put the tape on with precision. So, they took a deep breath and sat beside Luke, their free hand floating to his chin and directing his face to them. The man sitting opposite looked embarrassed, lips pursing together in a tight, jagged line and his tawny eyes widening. "Stay there." (Y/N) stated as they released his chin. Carefully, with the utmost focus, they placed the first piece of tape over his wound, ensuring that it was positioned correctly.
They felt Luke's shaky breath brush against their face, the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose now sporting a fresh new colour - that colour was an embarrassed pink.
(Y/N) stayed close to his face, their breaths mingling every so often, until eventually, their work was done, and they leaned away from Luke's face to simply admire his work. Luke raised his hand to the wound slowly, flinching when his fingers barely brushed against it. When he glanced at (Y/N), he witnessed them take a deep breath, ready to go over the care he needed to take concerning the wound, but he stopped them before they got the chance, raising his hand with his own smile.
"I got it, I got it," he mused, accent thick, as it always was. (Y/N) faltered a little, before their eyes brightened back up when they noticed Luke's smile. "You wanna hear how I got this gnarly scar now?"
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The Walking Dead Game Masterlist
Clementine
Nothing yet
Marlon
Nothing yet
Violet
Nothing yet
Louis
Nothing yet
Aasim
Nothing yet
Brody
Nothing yet
Mitch
Nothing yet
Ruby
Nothing yet
Omar
Nothing yet
Luke
Nothing yet
Nick
Nothing yet
Javier
Nothing yet
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so i have a new hyperfixation.. the walking dead telltale games :)
pls gimme some requests! i’ll do most any characters who are of age, and only platonic underage characters.
my absolute fav is kenny tho, and im looking forward to writing some stuff for him <333
literally open to anything (to an extent)… desperate for some requests so i can get writing again.
(also there’s actually a criminally bad lack of kenny fics. :/)
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Hi Phee! It's so cool to find another 19yr old writer in similar fandoms to myself!
You asked for requests, so I have one if you'd like!
Do you have and general dating headcanons for Luke from TWDG2?
Thank you!
(Ps, can I be 💚 anon?)
OFC I CAN!!! Who doesn't love Luke??? So here you go!
TWD Luke x Reader Headcanons
Pre-Apocolypse
This boy is the ultimate golden retriever boyfriend. THIS BOY!
If you're doing your own little thing (e.g. drawing or cleaning, whatever you prefer) you can expect to see him giving you loads of long glances and dopey grins, especially if you catch him.
This man is a lovesick puppy sometimes.
He honestly admires all of your hobbies and tries to learn even more about them so he can surprise you with his little facts later.
He always asks if you need something even if he knows you can handle yourself just fine.
And if you have younger siblings he is immediately becoming their cool older brother as he likes to say. Seriously as awkward as he can be making conversation with new people he loves looking after kids.
And expect loads of bear hugs and kisses on top of the head because he loves being as close to you as possible.
During Apocolypse
During the apocalypse, he is the same as before but it's noticeable how more protective he is of you.
He really likes Clementine as well so he also loves it when he sees the two of you spending time together. It makes him wonder if you'd ever be up to having your own kids one day.
His ideal date night is when you guys are bunked up in his room in the house and reading some random books you come across.
Even if you only start dating during the Apocolypse or not he's definitely more handsy when you're alone wanting to be with you as much as he can in case something ever happened.
And don't worry ladies! He and Jane had nothing between them at all he is a loyal guy.
(A/N): I hope you guys enjoyed this! This is the first set of headcanons I've written but I hope they're good! Have a lovely morning, noon, or night <3
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may i receive luke from the walking dead game? maybe theyre fighting a few walkers together and hes like "i know this is terrible timing, but i really like you, and if we make it out of here alive, i'd like to be your boyfriend"
basically like when people say "i love you" when they think they really gonna die, but these two aren't dating. maybe there was always something going on and he didn't have a moment to say anything? or maybe they've been close for a while and reader already assumed they were together and they're just like "???" IDK, im just tossing out some ideas to hopefully inspire you 🤗
OMG ANON I LOVE YOU! YOU'VE JUST GIVEN ME THE BEST IDEA FHSHEHTJSJFN, I WAS LITERALLY JUST LISTENING TO SOMETHING STUPID BY FRANK SINATRA SO THIS IS PERFECT
It was stupid, so fucking stupid. You and Luke were idiots, getting stuck behind the group because all his attention was on you babbling about a romance movie you liked before the apocalypse, why would he even let you go on and on about it so long?
And why would you decide a comic store was the best place to camp out?? Now they've got in and you're stuck on a counter top. "You know," Luke starts, kicking a walker to the ground. "You know?? You know what??" He ignores your question, too focused on getting walkers off the both of you. You stab one and look back at him. "Well-" you start but he kicks one, "Focus." You roll your eyes and focus on your survival, hopping behind the counter and you both run into the back of the store.
"So you gonna tell me now?" You tease as he scoffs. "This is the worst timing ever, I like you." He blurts out as you look up at him. "What-..." "I like you, I really really like you, and if we get home safely after this I want to date you!" You smile widely. "You're kidding." He shakes his head, boarding up the door. "I want to date you Y/n, I really really want to-" you cut him off with a kiss. "When, not if but when, we get home I will date you." He smiles, some lovestruck smile as you go back to helping board up entrances and exits.
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What if...?
Synopsis: What if you had managed to save Luke from drowning in the Lake?
A/n: I'm going to start on Valentine's match up right after this I swear, I wrote this impulsively after playing The walking dead game again for like the fifth time in a row. I put my whole coffussy into this because hyper fixations are just goofy like that. I love Luke with all my heart they did my man dirty </3
This fucking sucked. You knew you shouldn’t have gone yet, you knew. Yet you decided to take the stupid risk of being eaten alive over waiting a couple hours for the corpses outside to stagger further into the woods, well fair enough for you to sneak out that is.
But you couldn’t, you were starving, you were driven by an almost inhuman hunger, an urge to devour, anything to replenish to hunger that grew deep inside of you.
Unfortunately, you hadn’t noticed the walker that had crept up from behind you while you sat crouched in the bushes, scouting the area out as you surveyed the hobbling corpses, it had startled you so that on first instinct you had withdrawn your rifle, a shot that had immediately alerted the dead of your location, and before you knew it you found yourself sprinting through the white woods, snow crunching beneath your feet as dead seemed to appear from behind every tree swarming you like a pack of wolves.
Your eyes wide as you tried your best to avoid their lurching limbs, swung out to trap you. The season was hard enough without the dead hanging over you, one slip up and that was it.
You had to get out of the woods, at least then you wouldn’t have to worry about a monster popping up from behind a tree trying to rip your stomach open. Your ragged breathing and the groans of the dead where all you could hear, your lungs burning, it felt as though frost had clung to the inside of your throat filling it with an icy burn.
Your legs felt like jelly as if at any moment they would fall off. You heaved, sucking in your breath as you navigated the woods, your eyes lit up as you began to see the line of trees end, with a clearing not too far. You pushed yourself forcing your body to run faster as you ran.
As you reached the end you blotted out past the bushes and trees tripping, and landing face down in the snow as you groaned. Lifting your head up as you pushed yourself from the ground, swiping the snow from your coat.
But suddenly your attention was grabbed, just out of your line of sight you could see someone, or rather something, out on the frozen lake. Something clawed onto the ice, arising from a hole cracked in the ice. You squinted, you couldn’t tell if it was one of those things. But the way it flailed, it couldn’t be a walker.
As you watched you started to see more, you could see as you sneaked closer, remaining close to the tree line, that it was in fact a man. His skin a pale blue, teeth chattering, he was most certainly going to die, it was just a matter of whether or not hypothermia or the dead got to him first. You grimaced, a feeling of guilt welling up inside you.
You didn’t know if it was possible to save him, but you don’t know if you could just forget letting someone die, knowing you could have tried to help. You overlooked the lake, taking note of the walkers quickly approaching the man, it was now or never.
You shook your head, cursing to yourself as you ran out onto the ice hearing the cracks as you skidded across, pushing past the walker that surrounded the man. He was even worse up close, his skin almost as pale as the corpses that crowded the shores of the frozen lake.
“Give me your hands quickly.” you demanded in a hushed tone as to not attract any more walkers to your location.
You grunted pulling the man as hard as you could, while the brunette tried assisting you in pushing himself using the ice now beneath him as he crawled out on his hands and knees.
You sighed as you offered the man a hand pulling him to his feet, as he clutched his sides, shaking violently from the cold. You drew your gun as you turned to face the dead now closely approaching.
You turned back to the man, your eyes straying to his knee bent out and messily wrapped.
Your eyes met his.
“Can you run?” you asked somewhat frantically, grimacing at the question, he shook his head. You clicked your tongue trying to think how to escape, your not very well thought through rescue plan. Throwing his arm over your shoulder you handed him your gun.
“I’ll carry you, you just worry about shooting the dead.”
You could feel the coldness of the water from his soaking wet clothes that clung to his frigid figure. He lifted a shaky arm up, shooting any lurkers that came close as you fumbled across the ice as quickly as you could.
As soon as you were back on the solid ground you took your gun back from his hand, you didn’t have many bullets and you would need to save some if you were going to make it through the woods. Walkers from across the lake slowly dragged themselves across to where you stood, some falling through the ice.
“I’m staying in a cabin in the woods not too far from here, we have to move quickly before you pass out.” you took off your winter coat, wrapping it around the man's shaking body.
“I know you're still probably freezing but hopefully this will warm you up at least a little.”
And with that you tossed his arm around you again, beginning your trip through the snowy woods. You could feel the man practically fall limp in your arms as you trudged forward.
It felt like hours until you reached the safety of your cabin. You flung the door open hurriedly before the dead drew closer. You quickly shut the door behind you, locking it.
As you stumbled towards the fireplace, throwing the scrawny pieces of wood remaining, as you fumbled with your lighter allowing the embers to spark, dancing in the pit as you cracked and popped joyously.
You turned to the man, who now laid passed out on the floor, you were afraid that he hadn’t made it. Cautiously you lifted his limp body up from the floor, his eyes fluttered open, as he weakly peered at you through his frozen eyelashes.
“Listen, I know this might seem strange, but you need to take your clothes off, your clothes are soaked and freezing cold you’ll warm up faster.” you looked to him and then to the fire. “Can you do that?” he nodded loosely.
“Okay good, I’m going to move you into my room, you can change there. I'll find some spare clothes for you and leave them on the bed.”
Without another word you wrapped his arm around you again as you hoisted him up.
Dragging him down the cold hallway into your room. You laid him down on the bed, digging through your closet, there were some old shirts of your uncles that would probably fit him as well as some old jeans that would probably work.
Your brows furrowed seeing your uncle's old clothes, regardless you closed the doors to the closet and set the clothes down.
“Alright, these should work for you. I’ll just leave you to it.” you said awkwardly stepping out of the room. With a sigh, you walked back into your living room, glancing at the swaying flames, with a sorrowful expression plastered across your face.
Your stomach growled with a rumble, groaning you made your way to the kitchen, all you had was cans of soup stocked up. Everything else had been eaten in the beginning. You reached for two cans of soup to heat them up. You were sure that your guest would most likely be hungry, but you wanted to be sure.
Heating up some water on your gas stove you walked to your bedroom. Knocking before you entered you opened the door very quietly.
To your surprise the man sprawled out on your bed your comforter tossed over him messily. A light snore drifted from his mouth. Chuckling softly, you closed the door, you were sure he’d appreciate the food regardless.
You didn’t know what time it was but the sun had set a long time ago. You lit the candles placed on your table, as you placed the second bowl of soup across from you, as you began eating you heard the squeak of a door shut. You tensed for a moment before turning your head to the tall man emerging from the dark hall.
“I made you some soup, I went to ask you earlier but you were passed out.” you quipped, as the man took his seat across from you.
“Well I uh, appreciate it.” he replied, his soft country accent drawing out as he spoke. Taking the spoon laid out for him as he ate, eating almost like an animal that hadn’t eaten for days, which was most likely the case. Once he had finished he looked up to you embarrassed as he wiped his mouth.
“Sorry, I haven’t had nothin’ to eat for a couple days now.” he explained
“No it’s fine, I imagine it probably hasn’t been easy, and well considering the circumstances, I figure you’ve had it rough.”
The man's eyes grew a bit darker, as his brows pulled together.You worried you might have said something wrong.
“I’m sorry did…did I say something wrong?” you pondered aloud, the country boy's eyes snapping up to meet yours.
“Ah, no sorry, I’m just thinkin’.”
You paused a question bubbling up in your mind. And before you could stop yourself, it fell from your lips almost without any effort.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how…exactly did you end up in the lake?” There was a pause, an uncomfortable one, the air grew tense. The brown haired man hesitated for a moment.
“Well, I was with my group, we were trying to cross the lake as fast as possible, lurkers started popping up from everywhere and before I knew it…it just happened so fast, the ice was cracking and there just wasn’t enough time.” he replied, a bitter expression crossing his pale face.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be gettin’ all teary eyed on you.” he chuckled sadly, rubbing his face. You frowned sympathetically.
“No it’s…it’s okay I get it.” he looked up at you once again, an expectant look in his eyes, you sighed.
“I, I uh, actually lost my uncle at the beginning of all of this, we came down here for a ski trip when this all went down. And I’ve been by myself ever since…” you murmured you felt your eyes sting with tears, you blinked rapidly not wanting to cry in front of a stranger.
“I’m sorry you had to go through all that, at least I had people to lose, your tellin’ me you’ve been alone this whole time?” you nodded, letting out a breathy chuckle.
“Man, I didn’t think I’d be pouring my heart out to a stranger over soup.”
“It’s Luke.” you looked at him in confusion.
“Huh?”
“My name it’s Luke.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you Luke, I'm Y/n"
“See? Now we're not strangers.” you smiled to him
“I guess not.”
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me? making actual fanfiction instead of just headcanons? crazy!!
ok but like if i dont post this my friend might smite me with a sword or something so here we are !!
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"You know, reds a good color on you."
Season : 2
Context : Snowball fight, that's it, just something very soft
Luke x GN reader
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It's been years after the apocalypse started, long and tiresome years. It was hard to believe New Year was just a few weeks away... Well, and along with Christmas..
"Hey- HEy- HEY!" Some yelling was heard from the outside of the house. What the hell was going on now? You made your way to the front door, opening it to see none other than Nick laying face first in the snow with Luke trying to piece together a snowman that seemed to fall apart. God, they really did act like children sometimes... More than the actual children.
"What the hell are you guys doing now??" You questioned while leaning against the doorframe while looking down at the two. Glancing over to Nick, who seemed to pick himself back up from out of the snow, that still seemed to be coming down. "We got bored.." The male said as he picked up his hat, shaking it off before putting it back on.
"You BOTH were supposed to be hunting." You spoke while shooting a glance at Luke, assuming it was his idea. "When no animals showed up, we got tired of standin' there.." Luke finally spoke, placing the torso of the snowman back onto the body while doing so. "You're so tense lately, loosen up for a change we'll be fine, we got enough food to last us all winter and then some." Luke added.
He was right, but that didn't change the fact that they weren't doing their job. "Loosen up?? Are you serious right now? Luke, I can't just loose -" You had begun to lecture before getting cut off by a snowball hitting your shoulder. You looked to Nick, who just put his arms up in defense before pointing to Luke. So, you looked to him next, a cocky look plastered onto his face as you felt the remaining snow fall off of your shoulder.
He really knew how to piss you off, huh? Once the snow fell, you took a deep breath before looking at the snow that was gathered onto the deck railing. Making another glance to Luke, who was just smiling like an absolute idiot.
"You know, you're pretty cute when you look like you wanna slam my head into the nearest tree!" He exclaimed while laughing slightly. Getting caught off guard by the snowball that hit him directly in the face, from none other than you. Now you let out a laugh while you watched Luke struggle to get the snow completely off of his face, listening to the small string of curses he left behind while doing so.
You took Luke's moment of distraction as a chance to swiftly make your way off the deck, hiding behind a nearby tree. Preparing another snowball to throw with a confident look plastered onto your face. You couldn't help but notice the sun was beginning to set. This fight would have to be quick. Luckily, Luke wasn't a hard person to fight in a snowball fight. His aim wasn't the best, and you could easily overpower him with your words and flirty remarks alone.
You shaped the snowball as you looked at it for a moment, a quiet laugh soon escaping your lips as you looked behind the tree. Just to notice, Luke wasn't even there anymore, just Nick finishing the snowman. Rather confused, you look to the ground. There was no trail in sight in the snow. "What the..." All was quiet for a few moments before a loud yell belonging to Luke nearly made you jump ten feet in the air. You turn around back behind the tree to look up at the county boy with a huff, "Fucks sake Luke!" you scolded with a sigh.
Meanwhile, Luke just laughed, even up close he still looked as dumb as ever. But in an endearing way. "I didn't know your voice went that high, you know if it went any higher it could almost pass as a mouse." Luke spoke with a soft tone in his voice, filled with comfort and warmth. You two were so close together already you hadn't even realized that he moved in a little more, to the point your cold noses were slightly touching. Looking over the others face, you couldn't help but notice he seemed to be as red as a cherry. "You know, reds a good color on you."
That remark alone made Lukes eyes widen slightly, meeting your gaze. He looked anxious but excited. "Is this... okay with you?" He asked quietly, almost like you two were exchanging secrets back and forth. A smile made its way onto your face as you snaked your hand around to the back of the others neck, noticing how Luke shut his eyes, expecting a kiss of sorts. Just to be met with a snowball getting mushed into his face once again. You couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression that made its way onto Luke's face, and when he saw you laugh? He couldn't help but laugh too before dusting the snow off. "C'mon, it's getting late, and the temperature is dropping. Wouldn't want you to get a cold now." He said with a smile as he intertwined his cold fingers with your warm ones. "Looks like Nick already went in." You said aloud mainly to yourself as the both of you walked back up the deck and into the house.
Word count : 898
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Heyo!
I was wondering if I could request Luke and Nick with a reader they treat like their younger sibling and how they would react when said reader had almost been biten? Like maybe the reader is an early teen, (13-14)
Hi! Sorry it took a few days to reply, but I hope you enjoy this!!:)
Luke was like your older brother you never had
When you guys met, he tried everything to protect you
But one day, he let you come into the woods with him and he got sidetracked which ended up with the situation you were now in
A Walker had come up behind you and grabbed the back of your shirt
You screamed and Luke came running over
He stabbed the Walker in the head
“Are you ok? No bites?”
Once you confirmed that no, the Walker hadn’t but you, you went back to the cabin
But you did have a few scratches on your arm that Luke bandaged for you
Nick doesn’t really know how to show affection, but he really did care for you
He was your like your older brother
One day you guys were on a run with a few other group members
You and Nick walked into a building together, unbeknownst to the quiet Walker behind a shelf of food
You went to grab a can when the arm grabbed you
You screamed, Nick came running over to you
He shot the Walker in the head and grabbed your arm
He scolded you, he wasn’t mad just worried
The gunshot alerted the others and they came over to you guys
You all went back to the cabin and Nick patched up your arm
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Fem!Reader x TWDG Luke - Part 1.
All That Remains | Introduction
23yo , Fem!Reader , slow burn , long plot , reader is in place of young Clementine .
Fandom: The Walking Dead Game, Season 2
Reader pronouns: She/Her
Wc. 2.3K
IN THIS EPISODE | Comfort, no romance, introduction.
A/N: This is just an introduction to immerse the reader and prepare them before meeting Luke. And to clear up the timeline of this fanfic... The reader is a 23 year old woman who has experienced everything Clementine had originally gone through in season 1, except, instead of being 9 years old, she was 16 when she inevitably loses Lee. It has been 7 years since that day, and now everything picks up the same as it does in the beginning of season 2, only she is now 23 years old. You have been surviving with Christa for 7 years, and haven't found a place to call home yet, but are planning to head to "Wellington". This story will thoroughly follow the original script, but with lots of new added scenes!
The pacing of my writing may be a bit fast at times, but be assured, this will be a slow burn.
Y/N: Christa, talk to me.
Christa sighs, stands up, and tends to the fire.
Christa: This'll never work. Look at this, it's pathetic. The wood's too wet to burn. There's more smoke than flame. At this rate, we'll be eating this for breakfast.
Y/N: What else can we do?
Christa: Find something that'll burn, maybe. I dunno. Won't be easy in the dark and in the rain.
Y/N: I might have something in my bag.
There is a period of silence, and before I get up to go look for something to burn, I feel the need to say,
Y/N: We need to find a group. People we can trust. We've been on our own for too long.
Christa: Trust? You think you can trust someone out here? Not now. Not anymore.
I wrap my arms around myself.
Y/N: I'm freezing.
Christa: I know. Me too. But if you think this is bad, wait 'til we get up to Wellington, then talk to me about cold. If we make it. We still have a couple hard months ahead of us. This rain will turn to sleet, then ice, then snow. It won't be easy.
Y/N: You think we'll even make it that far?
Christa: Maybe. I don't know.
...
Christa: We just need to keep moving north.
I stand up.
Christa: We sure as hell can't stay here.
Y/N: I miss Lee.
Christa: I'm sure you do.
...
Christa: Sigh I'm gonna go look for more wood. You just keep the fire lit.
Christa leaves and I grab my backpack. I need to find something that would burn. I have a photo of Lee, a drawing of Kenny and his family that Duck drew... a piece of paper, and my lighter. I take my bag and kneel at the fire. I burn the paper and throw it into the flames, making it burn brighter.
Y/N: Better. But still not enough. The flames are too low.
I look through my bag again. Do I dare burn any of these?... No. What am I thinking? I get up and find a damp log...
Y/N: A little wet, but it's good enough to burn...
Right after I place the log into the fire, I hear people talking.. I follow the noise through the woods.
Stranger1: Jesus, are you fuckin' kidding me?!
Stranger1/Stranger2/Stranger3: Out here alone? In the middle of nowhere? But we haven't met anyone yet. How many people are you with?
Stranger1/Stranger2/Stranger3: Hate to see someone get hurt.
Stranger1/Stranger2/Stranger3: Now, hold on, she's setting you up.
Christa: I'm by myself.
Stranger1/Stranger2/Stranger3: You're obviously with someone. Where's your group?
I see Christa... and she's surrounded by a hostile group.
Stranger1: Don't fucking lie to us!
Stranger3: Who do you think you're foolin'?
Stranger1: Give us the truth and you don't get hurt.
Stranger3: You fuckin' with me? shoves Christa Where's the rest of your group?!
Christa: I'm by myself!
Stranger2: Bullshit!
Stranger1: She's lyin'.
Stranger3: points gun at Christa Cut the shit, lady.
Christa: It's... it's just me.
Stranger2: Come on, guys! points gun at Christa She's not saying!
Stranger3: You expect us to believe you're out here all alone?!
I'm panicked... I have no weapons, and no idea what to do! I need to distract them or something. So I pick up a rock and throw it at this guy's (Stranger1's) face.
Stranger1: What the fuck?!
Y/N: Christa, run!
Stranger1: Hey!
I see Christa run away, but hear a gunshot. I'm sure she's okay... I run in the opposite direction.
Stranger1: Get the fuck over here! Now!
I hide behind a tree.
Stranger1: Motherfucker! Come out here, girl. I'm not fucking around. Look, girl, ain't no way you're smart enough to get outta this. Just come out.
I run, and the man chases me. He's large. Much larger than me... He's wearing a big hiking bag, and has a scary face... There's something real disturbing about him- besides the fact that he's attacking me...
Stranger1: Shit! Get the fuck over here!
I crawl under a fallen tree and continue running.
Stranger1: Goddamn it!
As I'm running, I'm dodging walkers. Hoping one of them gets a hold of this man...
Stranger1: Fuck!
He kicks the walker's knee and stomps on its head. I then break a branch off of a tree.
I step aside as the man charges forward at me, then I stab him in the shoulder with the branch.
Stranger1: Jesus, are you fuckin' kidding me?!
I continue running, but then stop. I'm suddenly at the edge of a riverbank. I can't go anywhere else, and the man grabs me.
Y/N: Leave me alone!
Stranger1: Then stop fucking running! Quit squirming!
I bite his hand.
Stranger1: Ah! Fuck! Ah! Ow, let go, you little bitch, Jesus Christ!
He releases me after I bite him. I quickly scan my surroundings and see a big hollow log. I crawl into it in attempt to get away.
Stranger1: Come out of there!
He grabs my leg. I try my best to kick him over and over. He drags me backward and I grab onto a nearby tree.
Stranger1: Jesus, are you fuckin' kidding me?! Come on, girl.
No matter how hard I tried to hold on, he ends up pulling me away from the tree. He grabs onto my wrists and I try to kick him away again.
Y/N: What do you want from me!??
Stranger1: You are on my last fucking nerve! Stop fucking kicking!
The thought of what he could possibly want from me... I gather my strength and kick as hard as I can. My kick forces him backward. Then a walker grabs him.
Stranger1: No, shit!
Just when I think I'm in the clear, another walker grabs my arm. I do my best to pull away. I'm just inches from a bite...
I break free, ripping off the walker's arm. I step aside as a walker approaches, and it attacks the man, ripping out his throat. I run through the woods, dodging more walkers.
But then, I trip and fall. There's dozens of walkers coming towards me. I am left helpless. I have nothing to defend myself. I'm crawling away backwards, then pick up a nearby rock. I throw it at one of the walkers in attempt to fight them off. It's no use. I keep moving backwards, then fall off of the cliff into the river below.
The water is freezing, and the current is pulling me away swiftly. It all happens so fast... The cold water takes my breath away, and I couldn't swim out of this even if the current wasn't so strong. That's when everything goes black...
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I'm not sure how... but I survive... my mind is groggy as I wake up ashore. My clothes are soaking wet and I have no clue where I am.
Y/N: Hello?
There is a canoe in the distance. It says "JR. TANUKI'S KIDS CAMP" and is split in two, the other half stuck on some rocks in the river. How sad...
I find a staircase. What's left of it at least... It's just a wooden platform now. I jump and try to grab the top ledge of the broken stairs. It takes me a few tries, but I eventually pull myself up.
Y/N: Christa, are you there?
I look around and see a grave. I look sadly at the grave made of sticks.
Y/N: Sigh
I walk along the trail ahead.
I see a sign that says:
YOU MAY ENCOUNTER:
BLACK BEARS
COYOTES
MOUNTAIN LIONS
POISONOUS SNAKES
OR OTHER SPECIES
BE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS
I shake my head. I don't see many animals anymore. I'd be kinda happy to come across one of these... I guess?
I climb over a fallen tree in my path and continue walking. Eventually I hear the bushes rustle, discovering... a dog! What crazy timing... He growls at me...
Y/N: It's okay, boy, it's okay...
I carefully check the tag on his collar.
Y/N: "Sam". Well, nice to meet you, Sam.
Sam walks a short distance away and sniffs the ground.
Y/N: What are you doing?
Sam barks and runs off.
Y/N: Sam. Sam!
I wonder to myself, if I should follow him.
Y/N: Where are you going? Wait up!
Of course I will! I've found a dog! I chase after him. He brings me to an abandoned campsite.
Y/N: Hello?! This place looks pretty run over, but you never know. Let's look around for some food.
I let Sam sniff my hand, and then I pet him.
Y/N: There you go... I'm not gonna hurt you...
I look around for something to eat.
Y/N: Find anything yet?
Of course the dog won't answer. But I talk to him to keep my spirits up... Then, I spot a frisbee on the ground!
Y/N: Hey! Wanna play? Wanna play catch?
Sam barks at me and wags his tail, so I throw the disc and he catches it!
Y/N: Okay, bring it back!
He drops the disc in front of my feet.
Y/N: Good boy Sam!
We keep playing until my stomach growls again, and I remember, I should probably be looking for food instead, so I end the game of catch and Sam walks away.
I find a big metal barrel full of trash. I need to know if there's anything good in there...
Y/N: Well... here we go.
I roll up my sleeves and digs in the trash, finding a full can of beans.
Y/N: Oh my God. Thank you! Look, Sam, a can!
Now I just needed to find something to open it with... I approach one side of the camp, and Sam barks.
Y/N: What's the matter, Sam?
Sam continues barking.
Y/N: Shh! We have to be quiet.
I approach Sam and try to talk to him. I eventually see that he's barking at a walker tied to a tree.
Y/N: It's okay. He's dead. Look, you can see the bite. Looks like he tried to cut it out.
I pause and think of Lee...
Y/N: But that never works...
Sam whines at the walker.
Y/N: It's okay. We're smart and he's not. We're smarter than all of them.
I look at the knife buried in the walker's shoulder and try to pull it out, but the walker almost grabs me. I pick up a nearby branch and prepare to smash in its skull.
Y/N: Stand back, okay?
I sling the giant branch over my shoulder, then repeatedly smash the walker's head with the branch until it dies.
Y/N: See? We just have to stay out of their reach.
I search the walkers pocket.
Y/N: I like to think that...if they were alive, they'd probably want to help you.
I find nothing in its pocket.
Y/N: Sigh Nothing.
I grab the knife and wipe off the blood.
Y/N: Still pretty sharp.
I look at Sam and smile.
Y/N: Okay, well, now we're getting somewhere.
I walk away from the walker and sit on a log, holding the knife and can of beans.
Y/N: Please don't be bad.
I cut the can open. It looks good enough to me.
Y/N: Thank God...
I eat the food with my hands. Sam sits down and whines.
Y/N: I guess you're pretty hungry too.
I couldn't just let Sam go hungry! I hold out some of the food.
Y/N: Here ya go.
Sam lunges at my hand and I drop the can. He tries to eat all of the beans.
Y/N: Hey! Don't eat it all.
I pick up the can. But then... Sam jumps up and bites my arm, dragging me to the ground. I scream in fear, and more so, pain!
I repeatedly punch Sam in the face, as much as I don't ever want to hurt an animal...
Sam takes a few steps back, and lunges at me again, but I kick him backwards, and he disappears behind a log... I grab my knife... I'm almost frozen in shock... As I'm shaking, I slowly walk over to him, where I discover... he is impaled with several metal spikes.
He whines and flails, trying to get free. The sight makes me sick to my stomach... How did I end up like this so fast? Why did he have to do it!? My eyes swell with tears as I think to myself... He is just a dog, he is just doing what comes naturally... But I wish it could have been different.
I snap out of my thoughts and quickly realize, Sam is suffering. I need to end it for him...
Y/N: I'm... I'm sorry, Sam.
I stab Sam in the throat, killing him. I roll down my sleeves to cover the bite and leave the camp.
I continue walking through the woods. All that is going through my mind is the burdening disgust at the nature of this world. I find a dog... then have to kill it because it attacked me? Why? Why couldn't we have just been friends?
It reminds me of everything else in this world now. I don't think I could trust anyone ever again after Christa... Her words run through my mind over and over, "Trust? You think you can trust someone out here? Not now. Not anymore..."
I whimper in pain and exhaustion and sit down, leaning against a rock. I can't go anymore... my vision becomes blurry. Walkers start to approach... I have to get up. I have to at least try to escape.
There are walkers everywhere.. and one walker knocks me over. I try to push it away; but then suddenly, it is decapitated by with a machete. Someone else fires a crossbow at the other walkers...
Stranger: I'm out! Grab her, let's go!
To be continued !
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Luke x Fem!Reader (Slow burn, fluff, smut)
Synopsis: You are a lone survivor after your group is attacked by a group of walkers. After a few weeks alone, you come across two others: Luke and Clementine. How will your feelings develop as you fight for your survival together?
Disclaimer: This takes place in an alternate universe after season 2 where AJ didn’t make it (blasphemous, I know), and Luke and Clementine are the sole survivors of the Cabin Group. The differences in the plot will be cleared up by exposition and flashbacks throughout the fic.
Content Warnings: blood, violence, death, eventual smut
Status: Ongoing - Any new chapters will be exclusively posted to AO3
Updates: A bit sporadic, to be quite honest
AO3 Link: Click here!
Taglist: Closed
Chapter 1: Great Morning for an Ambush (6/13/22)
Chapter 2: Hope for the Best (6/20/22)
Chapter 3: Take What I Can Get (6/27/22)
Chapter 4: Burnin' Daylight (7/11/22)
Chapter 5: Moving On (7/25/22)
Chapter 6: When We Have Hope (1/18/23)
Chapter 7: Will be posted on AO3, as will any other recurring chapters
#twdg#twdg s2#telltale the walking dead#the walking dead#twd#luke x reader#twdg luke#twdg luke x reader#clementine#twdg clementine#twdg season 2#summer on the horizon
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Imagine- being in a relationship with Louis and Violet
#the walking dead game#twdg clementine#twdg imagine#twdg imagines#twdg louis#twdg marlon#twdg lee#twdg violet#twdg x reader#twdgame#twdg#twdg luke
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... I haven't made a post in like. A year... If you think I abandoned you that's not what happened, I just didn't have any ideas as to what to make. Or as to what fandoms I should write. So I'll start posting some fics as soon as I get ideas.
I'm only writing for obey me rn...ill add some other fandoms later.
Maybe I'll do Shadow and Bone, Anne With An E, Arcane, Twdg, AHS, or some random characters, and some other anime fandoms like demon slayer, Komi Can't Communicate, etc.
And yes thank you I know Twdg old af, but I'm still gonna write it.. just let me finish the game.
Okay I love u and stay safe, and ill try to post something... obey me first.
Thank you and ill try for my fanfics not to sound cringe.
And also I made up my mind that I won't write smut, as I don't know how to write it and also because of twdg and animes such as komi communicate I'm pretty sure the characters are below 17 and I'm myself am around 16 so I rather do fluff.
#obey me x reader#obey me x reader fluff#obey me#give me requests#shadow and bone#kaz brekker x reader#jesper fahey x reader#wylan van eck x reader#nina zenik x reader#six of crows#twdg x reader#twdg louis x reader#luke cooper x reader#tate langdon x ghost reader#tate langdon x reader#micah yujin x reader#demon slayer x reader#komi can't communicate#please have mercy on me cus i suck at writing fanfics#twdg mitch x reader#gilbert blythe x reader
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