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littlesugarwords · 9 months

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A scenario where the s2 cabin group stop to rest by a campfire for a little but but while they get ready to sleep they see Clem stay a bit farther away from the others and away from the campfire. How do they all react?

more angst YES

Luke: Luke stretched, easing himself onto a log around the fire, keeping his hands warm. Just past the flames, Luke glanced up, spotting Clementine in the distance, shrouded in the darkness, seemingly laying her bag down on the road. “Clem?” She glanced up, pausing. Without another word, Clem roped her bag and wandered over. “Come, sit.” Luke said, gesturing to the open spot beside him. Quietly, Clem did. “What are you doing all the way over there?” Clem shrugged. “It seems nice and quiet.” “And here doesn’t?” He asked, gesturing to an open spot near the fire. Clem merely looked at it, but didn’t respond. “Is everything okay, Clem?” She hesitated for a moment, looking down at her hands in her lap. “It’s hard to relax when I’m around everyone.” She said faintly. “It’s hard to trust that I can stay that close.” Clem knew she could trust Luke. To anyone else, she wasn’t sure if she would confess such a thing. Luke frowned, pitying the young girl. “Hey,” he said softly. “If you’re not tired yet, just hang here with me. Stay warm, then you can go over there to sleep.” Clem nodded, even though Luke knew he would watch over her the moment she went to bed. He didn’t want her to be that far away. Her worried about her.

Nick: Nick knew this would only be temporary, but it didn’t make things any better. He hated nights like these. Sleeping on the dirt killed his back, but it was better than nothing at all. Before he crawled into his sleeping bag, he turned to the fire to ensure it was safely burning. That’s when he spotted Clementine, a ways off into the darkness, away from the fire, curling into her sleeping bag. He glanced around, noting everyone else was asleep, and drew closer. “Why are you all the way out here?” “It’s quieter.” Clementine said, without turning to look at him. In reality, she didn’t want to get too attached. She knew she shouldn’t. It was only going to cause more hurt later. Aren’t you cold?” “I’m fine.” Clementine was laying down, clutching her makeshift pillow, eyes closed. Nick frowned. He felt for her. He knew what it was like to isolate yourself. She must have struggled through so much. She was too afraid to get close to them, emotionally and, now, physically. “Try to have a good sleep.” Clementine said nothing, curling into herself, already feeling the chill of the cool night air.

Pete: Pete would sigh to himself, stretching his back after setting up his sleeping bag. He had made the fire and hauled the wood, and he could really feel it in his muscles. As he turned to rest by the fire, taking a sip from the wine bottle they had saved from the cabin, he spotted shuffling in the distance. His hand instinctively went to the knife on his hip until he realized what it was. He took a quick swing and wandered over. “Clem, what are you doing?” He turned, seeing just how far she was from the fire. “You’ll freeze over here.” “I like the cold.” Pete hesitated, then sat down, registering what was going on. “What’s really going on?” “I like privacy.” “Clem,” Pete pushed gently. He knew a broken person when he saw one. He also knew an anxious, distrustful person. “I know something’s eating at you.” Clementine closed her eyes. “It’s just hard to sleep that close to other people.” She confessed. Pete nodded, his heart pained for the child. “I’ll stay and take guard if you’d like to sleep closer to the fire,” he offered. Clem hesitated, eyes opening. “Maybe.” Was all she said. Pete knew he couldn’t push it, so waited for her to make the decision herself. One day at a time. One step at a time.

Carlos: Carlos ensured Sarah was in her sleeping bag, ready for bed, before he turned to the fire. He was going to control it more and sit awake, unable to sleep after such a day. His mind was too active. Just as he went to tend to the flames, he heard rustling in the distance and turned, spotting Clementine curling into her sleeping bag and falling asleep. He didn’t hesitate and went straight to her. “Clementine?” She opened her eyes without moving her already-resting head. “Why are you all the way out here? There’s plenty of room.” “I’m okay.” Clem said, closing her eyes again, as if to ignore him. “I like it out here.” “You’ll get too cold during the night.” “I’ll be fine. I’ve slept in worse.” Carlos frowned, hands on his hoops at how stubborn she was being. If she was his child, he would’ve pulled her right to the fire. But, she wasn’t. Instead, he left without a word, but set a folded up extra blanket beside her in case she needed it throughout the night.

Sarah: Sarah found nights like this scary but exciting. It felt like a sleepover. She’d barely had any of those before the world seemed to collapse at the seams. What made it actually feel like a sleepover was Clementine - someone around her age. They could gossip all night over whispers and soft giggles. As Sarah turned around, searching for Clementine so she could pull her sleeping bag closer, but couldn’t see her. In fact, she couldn’t see her anywhere. “Clementine?” She called nervously, not wanting to wake the others. “What?” Came a soft reply, off in the distance. Sarah picked up her bag and drew closer, spotting Clementine in the corner of their small, enclosed area. “What are you doing all the way over here?” “I like the privacy.” She said passively. Sarah hesitated, turning around and staring at the fire, lighting up the filled sleeping bags full of their team. With a deep breath, Sarah laid her sleeping bag down and curled in. “I’ll join you.” Clem didn’t dispute her decision. Clementine watched with one eye open, shocked she was even willing to. “Gosh, it’s freezing over here.” Sarah mumbled, curling herself deeper into her bag. Clem smirked and closed her eyes, feeling cozy with her friend by her side.

Alvin: Alvin sighed, stepping away from the fire to cool off. He had been the one to arrange the logs around the fire, keeping everyone close to the heat. As he wandered away, he spotted Clementine, resting in the corner, curling into her bag. “What are you doing all the way out here?” Alvin asked, setting his hands on his hips. Clementine glanced up, sitting upright in her bag. “It’s nice over here.” “Nicer than by the fire?” “Quieter.” Alvin hesitated, slowly connecting the pieces together. He had seen it before with Sarah; isolation. She was overwhelmed with all of the changes. She was too young to deal with everything the day had offered her. What this world had offered her. “Well, at least let me bring you another blanket, okay?” He asked gently. “Then, I’ll leave you be.” Clementine only nodded, not wanting to argue. Besides, it was chilly in the corner. Maybe it would be nice. Besides, Alvin had always looked out for her right from the moment they first met. He always knew what was best.

Rebecca: Rebecca groaned as she eased herself into a seat. She needed to sit up for a while before attempting to go to bed. Her back was already killing her thanks to her pregnancy, and needed to sit upright to stretch before she fell asleep on the dirt road they were stationed on. Noticing shuffling in the distance, Rebecca’s heart tensed. Then, Clementine emerged from the shows, adjusting her hat and going for a sip of some of their clean water. “Clem,” Rebecca said, an eyebrow raised. “Come here.” Clementine hesitated, then caved and drew closer. “What are you doing over there?” Now, Clem raised a brow. “Getting ready to sleep?” Rebecca scoffed. “No you’re not. All the way over there.” Clementine said nothing. “Bring your sleeping bag closer.” “I like it over there.” Rebecca paused, studying her expression. It was blank, empty, as though there was nothing left inside of her. “Are you going to be warm enough?” Clem nodded. Just as Clementine turned around again, Rebecca stopped her. “Take this at least.” She said, handing Clementine a tattered old blanket. ‘It’s the only extra we have.” Cautiously, Clem took it, nodded in thanks, then continued on her way. It wasn’t a lot, but it was all Rebecca could think to do.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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fox-from-fairytale · 6 months

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My brother: doesn't the game rewards you for making the most empathic choices?

Me, remembering how if you give the water to the dying bandit, you don't have it later on for Pete: it actually punishes you for them.

#what was that #you don't find anything about christa #and then pete remains thirsty #s2 is wild #the walking dead game #twdg #twdg season 2 #twdg s2 #twdg pete

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thecrusadercomrade · 3 months

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What-Ifs of Telltale's the Walking Dead Chapter 16: What If the Motel Group and Cabin Group Switched Places? Part 1

Summary: Three months after corpses started walking around and eating people, an ordinary hunting trip for Lee and his fellow group members takes a dramatic turn. Pretty typical for season one, only, the faces are a little different this time around...

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#the walking dead game #twdg #twdg fanfic #twdg lee everett #twdg luke #twdg sarita #twdg walter #twdg matthew #twdg nick #twdg pete #twdg clementine #twdg sarah #twdg alvin #twdg rebecca #twdg carlos #CrusaderWriting #What-Ifs of Telltale's the Walking Dead

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the-delta-42 · 1 year

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Friends

Sarah nervously glanced between Clementine and Becca. The three of them were serving their detention, which they’d learned would be until the end of term, along with another student called Gill.

“I’m just saying, heavy objects should go on the bottom.” Said Clementine, shoving a massive brick of something with her feet.

“What do you know about stacking?” Demanded Becca, her voice still slightly stuffy.

“I visited a dairy once.”

“Ooh, a dairy,” Becca sarcastically waved her hands, “what’d they do? Show you how they inbreed with each other?”

Clementine, Sarah and Gill stared at her.

“You, you do know what that means, right?” Asked Gill, as Clementine opted to glare at Becca.

“Only a…” Becca suddenly froze, noticing Clementine’s glare, “…idiot wouldn’t know what that means.”

“I don’t understand the appeal of having sex with your family,” Said Sarah, frowning, “I didn’t understand it with Game of Thrones, and I don’t understand it now.”

Clementine let out a snicker, before looking at the object she’d been pushing, “Why does the school have a salt lick?”

“They have horses.” Said Gill, trying to pick one up, “God, these are heavy.”

“They’re supposed to be.” Grunted Clementine, kicking the salt lick, “I saw a guy get his head caved in with one of these.”

“Jesus.” Muttered Gill, as Clementine kicked the salt lick again and slipped.

Clementine let out a short scream, before catching herself. There was a crack and the ring finger of Clementine’s left hand bent backwards. Becca gagged and ran off to throw up, while Gill and Sarah stared at it with a mixture of shock and morbid fascination. Clementine stared at her hand, before pulling the finger off and shoving it in her pocket.

“Maybe we should carry them.” Said Clementine, crouching down and heaving the block into her arms.

Becca got back and froze as Clementine carried the salt lick towards the school’s barn. Sarah chose to follow Clementine’s original method and shove the block with her feet, while Gill tried to pick the salt lick up. Becca looked around, before her gaze fell on a trolly. Without a word, she hit Gill’s shoulder and pointed at the trolly.

Gill looked over at Sarah and Clementine, the latter had already reached the barn and the former was making steady progress with her block. He then turned to Becca and helped her load their salt licks onto the trolly and calmly walked towards the barn.

“Is this it?” Asked Becca, as she and Gill joined Clementine and Sarah, “Seems pretty easy to me.”

“Nothing’s this easy.” Said Clementine, frowning, “Where’d you get that?”

Becca and Gill looked down at the trolly.

“Found it.”

Clementine glared at Becca, before turning to look at the doors.

“I suppose we’re supposed to wait for someone to unlock the door.” Muttered Clementine, shifting the salt lick in her arms.

“How are you able to hold that?” Asked Sarah, looking at Clementine’s arms.

“One of my previous fosters had me hold a car engine.”

Sarah frowned, as Gill leaned against the trolly.

Becca sucked air in through her teeth, “So, what do you guys do for fun?”

The other three turned and looked at her, Clementine raised her eyebrows, “What?”

“N-nothing, I just thought I make conversation.” Muttered Becca, becoming interested in her shoes.

“I build models.” Said Gill, getting a jump from Becca, “I usually build cars and stuff.”

“I like to read books.” Mumbled Sarah, fidgeting with her glasses, “I, um, also like drawing.”

Gill looked at Clementine, who looked vaguely annoyed, “What about you, Clem?”

Clementine glanced at him, “I’m not allowed to talk about my hobbies.”

“Why, cause they’re boring?” Snarked Becca, folding her arms.

Clementine was silent, before sighing through her nose, “I listen to music.”

“That’s it?”

“Am I being interrogated?”

“Yes.”

Clementine closed her eyes and leaned back against the door, “I shoot.”

The other three stared at her, before Gill leaned towards her, “Like what?”

“Guns, a bow, some other things.”

“Do you have a gun?”

“Used to.”

“What happened to it?”

“I dropped it.”

“Where?”

“In front of a homeless guy.” Clementine opened her eyes and glared at Gill.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Demanded a gruff voice.

The group of four turned and looked at the source of the voice. A scruffy looking man in a sleeveless shirt stood in front of them, he looked like some strange survival expert. He had a crossbow in his arms, Clementine frowned and leaned closer.

“Daryl?”

The man frowned, before looking at Clementine, “Aw, shit.”

Clementine leaned back against the door, “What are you doing here?”

“I work here, why are you here?” Retorted Daryl, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder.

“Detention.”

Daryl looked at the other three students, before groaning, “Please tell me you didn’t come out here alone.”

The four children stared at him, getting a curse from Daryl, “There’re wild animals around these parts, I’ve had to chase a few coyotes away from here.”

“They’re gone now, right?” Asked Gill, nervously glancing around them.

“Obviously, I wouldn’t be here is they weren’t.” Grumbled Daryl, stepping past the small group, “What’re you doing with those salt licks?”

The small group glanced between each other, “We’re supposed to bring them here, aren’t we?” Asked Clementine, getting a snort from Daryl.

“Nope.”

Daryl unlocked the barn and led them inside, six horses were quietly eating their food, ignoring the new arrivals.

“If you’re here, then Mr ‘I’m the big man in charge’ wants you to clean out the pens.” Said Daryl, grabbing some shovels and handing them to them.

“You mean to tell me; I didn’t need to lug this around with me?!” Demanded Clementine, dropping the salt lick to the floor.

“Yep.”

“Okay, I love horses,” Said Becca, “but this is the worst!”

Clementine bit her tongue, shovelling a pile a manure into a wheelbarrow. Without thinking, she stopped and rolled her sleeves us, revealing a smattering of scars. Including one long, jagged scar that looked like a chunk of her arm had been torn out.

“What the fuck?”

Clementine looked at Becca, Sarah and Gill stopping and staring at Clementine’s forearms as well.

“What?”

“What the fuck happened to your arm?!” Demanded Becca, making Clementine look down.

“Animals.”

“What animal does that?” Exclaimed Becca, pointing at the large scar on Clementine’s arm.

“Are you seriously asking me this, while we’re all standing in shit?” Demanded Clementine, grabbing her shovel from where she left it.

Becca, upon seeing Gill frantically wave his hand in front of his throat, dropped the subject. They all resumed shovelling the manure. Clementine grunted slightly as her shovel caught on the floor of the barn. The wood splintered, making Clementine slip and land in a heap of manure.

Almost immediately, Becca and Gill started laughing and Clementine threw manure at them. Within seconds, the four were throwing manure and hay at each other, until a stray handful of dung hit Daryl square in the chest.

Daryl looked down at the muck covering his chest, “I think that’s enough for today, call your parents so you can get clean clothes.”

The four all looked at each other, before hurrying out of the barn.

“I thought he was going to go apeshit.” Gasped Gill, as Clementine wiped her hands on her jeans.

“Did you mean to make a pun?” Asked Clementine, Sarah snickering quietly as she wiped manure off her glasses.

“How do you know Mr Dixon?” Asked Becca, looking at Clementine.

“I got lost for a little bit,” Said Clementine, “Daryl found me and, after giving me a brief and unsuccessful lesson on how to defend myself, took care of me.”

“Was he the one who gave you that nasty scar?” Asked Sarah, glancing at Clementine.

“No, I got that from a dog called Sam,” Answered Clementine, “he literally tore my arm apart, so I was forced to kill him.”

“It must’ve hurt.” Remarked Becca, getting a wince from Clementine.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t advise stitching your own arm up.” Muttered Clementine, absently rubbing her arm.

“Does anyone have a phone on them?” Asked Gill, scratching the back of his head, “I kinda left mine at home.”

“I don’t have one.” Said Clementine.

“Shel took mine.”

“I think it’s in my bag.” Said Sarah, as they reached the school, “Our gym clothes should be in our lockers.”

Clementine groaned.

“What is it?” Asked Gill, looking in Clementine’s direction.

“I don’t have gym clothes.”

“We’ll take from lost property.” Said Becca, as they climbed the steps, “I just hope the showers are open.”

“They should be.” Mumbled Gill, flicking some dung off his hand.

Clementine ignored Sarah and Becca’s shrieks as the water hit them. She rolled her shoulders, wincing as her left shoulder twinged in pain. She absently brushed her fingers over the bullet scar. Becca whistled and slid a small body wash bottle under the cubical wall.

“Here, since you probably don’t have any.”

“Thanks.”

A few minutes later, the three girls were waiting for Gill.

“What’s taking him so long?” Grumbled Clementine, absently rubbing her arms.

They’d taken a plain t-shirt and shorts for Clementine, she had to place her hat with the rest of her dirty clothes.

“Do you think he’s, you know,” Smirked Becca, “‘relieving tension’?”

Clementine and Sarah pulled a face, “That’s not a mental image I wanted.” Grumbled Clementine, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“No, I was getting shit out of my hair.” Said Gill, appearing behind them.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Gasped Becca, as Clementine stiffened and relaxed.

“You were really quiet.” Said Sarah, gnawing at her nails.

“Okay.” Gill raised an eyebrow, “I think we’re just free to go, see you tomorrow.”

Clementine waved at him, before she and the other two girls went their separate ways.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at Clementine, “Alright, surprise me.”

“We were cleaning the school’s stables and we, kinda, got into a fight.” Winced Clementine, nervously grabbing her arm, “Not a punching fight, more a throwing shit at each other fight.”

Rebecca raised her other eyebrow, as Clementine nervously fidgeted, “You were ‘throwing shit’ at each other, why exactly?”

“I, er, might’ve slipped in it and then threw some at Gill and Becca.” Mumbled Clementine, scratching the back of her head.

Rebecca sighed, “I’m assuming you washed at the school?”

Clementine nodded, “Yeah, Sarah got involved too.”

“Well, I hope you had fun, Clem,” Said Rebecca, rubbing Clementine’s shoulder, “I think it’s good you’re making friends.”

“Friend.” Corrected Clementine, “Becca and Gill are just acquaintances.”

“Sure.” Smirked Rebecca, walking over to the cot in the corner, “Acquaintances.”

Clementine winced as a horse kicked Daryl in the chest, she didn’t understand how Daryl could wear sleeveless shirts in the middle of winter. Sarah sniffed, prompting Becca to hand her a tissue. An almost inaudible sneeze made Clementine sigh.

The riding club had just left the horses tied up outside the barn, leaving seven cold, hungry horses waiting for Daryl and his four new helpers. Becca and Gill were now considered friends by Clementine and Sarah, Becca ceasing her bullying of Sarah and Gill hanging out with them in his spare time.

“Right,” Said Daryl, rubbing his chest and guiding the horse back into the barn, “I should be able to handle things from here, go back inside.”

The four hurried towards a small cabin, before Clementine heard a growl. She froze, before slowly turning around, and found herself face-to-face with a coyote. The animal snapped and snarled at her, Clementine found herself unable to move. Then the animal shot towards her.

Clementine suddenly found herself on the ground, with a coyote trying to tear her arm off. Blood fell down onto her face, the coyote’s claws tearing at her coat. Clementine found herself thinking she was going to die, before Gill charged at the coyote and hit it with a shovel. Becca and Sarah grabbed Clementine and hurriedly pulled Clementine into the cabin.

A gunshot rung out, making everyone freeze. The coyote dropped to the ground, with Gill standing with the shovel above his head. Daryl ran over to them, stopping when he spotted a man holding a rifle.

“Holy shit.” Swore the man, hurrying forwards, “Luke, get your ass over here!”

A younger man appeared, freezing at the sight of the coyote, “You killed it?!”

“It tore open a girl’s arm, it needed to be put down!” Growled the man, crouching in front of Clementine.

Clementine cradled her arm, her throat tight. The man placed his rifle on the ground, and looked up at Daryl and Luke, “We need to get her to a hospital.”

“Why?” Asked Luke, frowning, “We can treat her here.”

“No, we can’t.�� Said Daryl, nudging the coyote with his foot, “Look around it’s mouth, the damn things got rabies.”

Luke swore, “Pete, doesn’t Nick work around here?”

“Does Nick have a car?”

Luke remained silent.

“We can take her back to the school and have an ambulance come out to her.” Said Daryl, as Luke quickly scooped Clementine into his arms. The girl too focused on her arm to notice.

The group quickly made their way to the school, another staff member spotting them and called the emergency services when they saw the state of Clementine’s arm. Clementine found it difficult to stay awake, she groaned, before passing out.

Clementine woke up in a cold room, she could hear Larry banging on a door and Lilly telling him to calm down.

“I knew we never should’ve taken that brat in.” Snarled Larry, shooting a hate filled glare at Clementine.

“Dad, that’s not going to help.” Said Lilly, not looking at Clementine.

“It’s not?!” Demanded Larry, “If that brat didn’t ask to come here, we wouldn’t’ve had Mark fed to us!”

“Clementine didn’t know they were cannibals, Dad.” Sighed Lilly, sighing through her nose.

“The hell she didn’t!” Bellowed Larry, “Why else would she bring us here? Why, why-”

Larry grabbed his chest, his eyes widening, before he collapsed to the ground.

“Dad?” Asked Lilly, “DAD!”

Clementine fearfully watched as Lilly tried and failed to resuscitate Larry.

“L-Lilly?” Asked Clementine, timidly.

Lilly stiffened, as if she just remembered that Clementine was there.

“You…” Snarled Lilly, rounding on Clementine, “This is all your fault!”

She backhanded Clementine to the ground and started beating her, grabbing anything she could use as a weapon. Clementine curled into a ball with her arms covering her head. Lilly grabbed Clementine’s left hand and grabbed the ring finger and bent it backwards.

Clementine screamed and pleaded with Lilly, only to get kicked in the face. Once the finger was mutilated to a satisfactory degree to Lilly, she then grabbed Clementine’s throat and started to strangle her. The door to the meat locker was flung open, and one of the cannibals barged in and grabbed Lilly, before dragging her out and slamming the meat lockers door.

Clementine woke with a gasp. She raised a shaky hand to her face, her eyes focusing on her mutilated ring finger. She didn’t know what happened to Lilly, but Daryl said he didn’t find her or her remains in the house. She remembered Daryl’s friend that she’d stayed with for a couple of months after her three weeks with Daryl. Rick had put up with a lot from her, she remembered that he was kind, and that he had a son.

Rick and his family had to move, which then placed her with Jane.

Clementine shook her head, dispelling all thoughts she had of the past. She didn’t even know why those memories came up. She looked down at herself, before realising that she was in a hospital bed, with her right arm stitched up and bandaged. Then Clementine remembered why those memories came up. She was with Jane when Sam bit her.

The door opened and a tired looking Rebecca stepped into the room. She glanced at the bed and spotted Clementine sitting up.

“Clementine?” Asked Rebecca, before she crossed the room and pulled Clementine close to her, “Jesus, I thought you’d never wake up.”

“W-what do you mean?” Asked Clementine, her voice raspy.

“Clem, you, you’ve been unconscious for a week.” Said Rebecca, gently caressing the back of Clementine’s neck.

“W-what?”

“Clem,” Rebecca sighed, “you had an allergic reaction, presumably to one of the meds they gave you.”

Clementine slowly looked around the room, Rebecca said she’d been asleep for a week, meaning it was almost Christmas. She tried to adjust herself, only to groan when she felt a sharp, burning pain in her chest and right arm.

“Careful,” Murmured Rebecca, gently helping Clementine, “that animal’s claws were pretty deep, I’m amazed you didn’t feel them when you woke up.”

Clementine let out a strangled groan. Rebecca finished helping Clementine, before sitting on the side of the bed.

“A new family moved in next door,” Said Rebecca, gently, “I’m not sure about the man, but his girlfriend and son seem to be alright.”

“That’s nice, was anyone else hurt?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Rebecca.

“No, but you were lucky,” Responded Rebecca, “apparently, that animal had rabies.”

“What’s that?”

“Rabies? It’s a disease that, if not treated, can kill you.” Said Rebecca, gently, “Although, we were told you were lucky to have just been put in a coma.”

“Did,” Clementine swallowed, “Did they say what caused it?”

“The said something about opioids,” Answered Rebecca, frowning, “Clem, is there something we should know about?”

Clementine was silent, making Rebecca sigh.

“Are you still having trouble looking at my file?”

Clementine spoke so suddenly, she made Rebecca jump, “Yeah, why?”

Clementine coughed, looking over at the table next to her bed, “Do you have a pen and some paper?”

Joan frowned as she scrutinized the piece of paper, it was definitely Clementine’s handwriting, “May I ask what prompted her to write this out?”

“She had an allergic reaction to the morphine they gave her.” Said Alvin, leaning forwards, “She said it would answer most of the questions the doctors asked.”

Joan sighed, picking up the handset for her phone and dialling. The phone rang a couple of times, before someone answered, “Natasha, could you bring Kate up here, please?”

Alvin frowned, wondering who Kate was, while Joan placed the phone down, “This will probably take a while, would you like a coffee?”

Clementine gagged, emptying her stomach into a paper bowl. Rebecca held onto her shoulder, while a nurse removed the plate of food that triggered the reaction. Clementine coughed, groaning as she spat out remnants of her last meal. She’d never look at chicken the same way again.

“You okay, Clem?” Asked Rebecca, gently rubbing Clementine’s back.

Clementine struggled to speak but nodded. Rebecca pursed her lips, not believing her, “Clem, you know you can tell me anything.”

Clementine swallowed and shook her head, mumbling “I don’ wanna eat Mark.”

Rebecca frowned at how small Clementine’s voice was, wondering who Mark was.

Alvin stared at the document, struggling to believe what he’d just read, “Jesus.”

“Perhaps you can see why we don’t want people to see this unless they’re seriously considering adoption.” Said Joan, silently resigning herself for the inevitable fall out.

“Do, do any of those people still have contact with Clem?” Asked Alvin, looking at Joan.

“Mr Dixon works at her school as a part-time groundskeeper, Mrs Sheffield has a no contact order against her, Mr Carver is, understandably, currently being detained, Ms Fleece has all but vanished of the face of the earth,” Listed Joan, looking at the list of names, “The Carter’s went through a sudden bereavement. The Saul’s had a baby of their own. I hope you don’t mind if I stop there, all the relevant details are in the file.”

Alvin nodded, shakily picking the folder up, “I keep this, right?”

“Yes,” Confirmed Joan, looking up at Alvin, “I suppose this changes things.”

“Yeah, probably.” Said Alvin, heading for the door, “I, er, I suppose we’ll be in touch.”

“So, you can’t eat pork?” Asked Becca, through a mouthful of chips.

“The smell set me off.” Said Clementine, her voice hoarse.

“I still can’t believe you caught a cold, in hospital.” Muttered Gill, looking down at Sarah’s book, “Are you going to be discharged soon?”

“Hopefully, they might keep me in here so I don’t pass it on to AJ.”

“AJ’ll be fine,” Dismissed Rebecca, coming into the room, “he’s up to date with his vaccinations, the doctor’s can’t say the same for you, though.”

“My parents didn’t believe in them.” Shrugged Clementine, trying to hide how nervous she was.

“They managed to give some standard ones while you were asleep,” Rebecca told her, “They cleared it with Alvin and I, but you’ll need a few more before they’re ready to discharge you.”

“When are they going to do them?” Asked Clementine, nervously scratching her unbandaged arm.

“They’ve got them planned for this afternoon, hopefully they’ll discharge you tomorrow.” Answered Rebecca, before spotted Becca with her cheeks bulging out, “Becca, it might be a good idea to swallow.”

“That’s what she said.” Muttered Gill, making Rebecca glare at him and Becca to start choking.

Without looking up from her book, Sarah thumped Becca, causing her to expel the chips from her throat.

“Dude, gross.” Grumbled Clementine, as Becca coughed.

Rebecca took a deep breath and sighed, hopefully Sarita wasn’t having any trouble with AJ.

Clementine sluggishly got out of the car, her hand loosely gripping her hat. Alvin had shown Rebecca her file and, while they hadn’t said anything, they were treating her as gently as possible.

“I thought vaccines were supposed to make you feel better.” Grumbled Clementine, struggling to stay awake.

“They make you feel horrible for a couple of days,” Said Alvin, as Rebecca went over to their neighbour, “but, it’ll pass.”

“You mean like old people do?”

Alvin snorted, “Don’t let your grandmother hear you say that.”

Clementine frowned, confused, “Both my grandparents are dead.”

Alvin looked down at Clementine, who was struggling to stay awake.

“Let’s talk about it after you’ve had some sleep.” Suggested Alvin, getting a small nod from Clementine. Rebecca re-joined them with a sleeping AJ, as Alvin guided Clementine into the house, the girl tripping slightly on the step.

After seeing Clementine to her room and putting AJ to bed, Alvin and Rebecca dropped themselves onto the sofa.

“I’m assuming we’re not going to talk about the other common names in that file.” Said Rebecca, making Alvin sigh.

“It was bad enough to know she was with Carver, but I didn’t expect to see Jane or Troy’s names.” Admitted Alvin, “You don’t think that Kenny in the file is, you know, the guy that moved in next door?”

“I don’t know.” Sighed Rebecca, “But, she was abducted, twice. Sure, neither situation lasted long, but one was with a psychopath and the other was with a family of cannibals.”

“I’m surprised she’s still alive.”

“Do you think,” Asked Rebecca, “Do you think that, if she’d come straight to us after the Everetts, do you think she could’ve stolen from us?”

“No,” Answered Alvin, taking his glasses off, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to steal those things in an attempt to get back to one of the families she had before.”

The pair sat in silence, Rebecca resting her head on Alvin’s shoulder.

“What’s ‘Duck’ like?” Asked Alvin, making Rebecca glance up at him.

“He’s like a six-year-old on a constant sugar rush.”

“Best leave it a week before introducing Clementine to him then.”

“Hmm.”

Clementine nervously tugged at the hem of the dress Alvin and Rebecca bought her, “I feel stupid.”

“You look nice.” Responded Rebecca, adjusting AJ as Alvin knocked on their neighbour’s door.

“Why are we doing this?” Asked Clementine, her breath coming out in white puffs.

“Because, they have a son your age, and they watched AJ while you were in hospital.” Answered Rebecca, as the door opened.

“Alvin, Rebecca,” Greeted an Indian woman, “I’m glad you could make it, I hope your daughter’s alright.”

“Yeah, she’s all awake and aware now,” Chuckled Alvin, guiding Clementine forwards, “This is Clem.”

“Hello, Clem,” Said the woman, “my name’s Sarita, I like your hat.”

“Thanks.”

Sarita blinked, before looking up at Alvin, “Not used to strangers, I take it.”

“Clem’s a bit guarded when it comes to new people.” Alvin apologised, as Clementine winced.

“It’s fine, Ken’s similar in that regard.” Sarita brushed it off, her right hand twisting off as she ushered them in, "Ah, shit. I'm sorry, this’ll take me a minute.”

“Don’t worry about that, Darlin’,” Said a male voice that made Clementine freeze, “I knew a guy who used his arm to open a door from another room.”

“Kenny?”

Kenny stopped, looked down and gaped at Clementine, “Clementine?”

There was a gasp, followed by someone running into the room, colliding with Clementine and knocking her to the floor. A pair of pale blue eyes stared down into Clementine’s amber.

“Duck, you’re kneeling on my spleen.”

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ruyichanjoartz · 2 years

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Have some low quality sketchs 😦

#twdg s2 #twdg clementine #twdg pete #my art <3 #art #my shit #artists on tumblr #traditional art #oc #oc art #clementine s3 #Clementine s2

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diientedegato · 4 months

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More (last year? haha) Sketches

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#digital art #twdg #twdg fanart #twdg s2 #nick twdg #luke twdg #clementine twdg #kenny twdg #omid twdg #pete twdg #my art #sarah twdg

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bourbonificould · 3 months

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TWDG Icons - Season 2

Like or reblog if you like 'em!

#twdg #the walking dead game #clementine twdg #telltale the walking dead #kenny twdg #luke twdg #carlos twdg #sarah twdg #carver twdg #troy twdg #nick twdg #jane twdg #uncle pete twdg #peter joseph randall might be the best name in the whole game #twdg icons #icons

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terrak0 · 1 month

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I know it feels more canon to go with Pete during the river scene in the first episode in s2, but I honestly really like the interaction we have with Nick in the shed when we go with him instead, that’s what I’ve chosen to do the last few times I played through.

#sorry Pete you got such a shitty death but I need to savor what little development Nick is given #twdg

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littlesugarwords · 8 months

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Hi! I was the one who requested the Twdg cabin group love confession request and I wanted to say thank you so much for doing my request! I absolutely loved it, I really love the cabin group so it makes me really happy to see someone writing for them 💜

If you don’t mind me asking for another request, could I request some scenarios of the cabin group reacting to their S/O being kidnapped by Carver? Like a scenario similar to what happened in episode 2 where the S/O gets taken by Carver while they’re watching Sarah, and when the group returns back to the cabin Sarah tells them all what happened? (Or something similar to this, doesn’t have to be this exact scenario if you’d like to change it up)

I hope I worded this in a way where it’s not too confusing or anything lol

OOOOOH BOYYYYYY the angst is real here. Ima go with that: when they return and Sarah has to fill them in.

Luke: Luke could feel his heart sink - more so crash - into his stomach. He almost felt as though his legs were going to go weak. “What do you mean ‘took them’?” He asked, voice strained yet soft. Luke turned, staring out the still ajar front door, staring into the trees, wondering where on earth they could be out there. Were they scared? Terrified? Cold? Soaked to the bone? Were they lonely? With Carver, any of those things - or even worse, all of those things - could be true. He felt his knuckles clench and his jaw tighten. “Grab your gun.” He scoffed under his breath. It was raspy and hoarse. “What?” “Luke, you can’t--” “I said,” Luke said, snapping around and cutting Carlos off. His hands had been ruffling through his hair, causing it to be stressed in every which way. He held out a hand - it was shaking - and sighed. He tried composing himself. “I said grab your gun.” He paused between each word. “There’s no damn way I’m about to let Carver take Y/N. Hell no.” Luke seldom became this aggressive. The group knew, as he stormed up the stairs to pack a bag for the trek, that he was dead serious.

Nick: Nick felt the chaos surrounding him, and someone he was numb to it, and feeling it, all at the same time. “No,” was all he could say, staring out of the ajar door, into the woods. “That fucking asshole.” he cursed under his breath, his fists tightening and his gaze averting to the ground. If he was able to get his hands on him, he would rip him to shreds. “We have to go.” “Nick,” Luke said, voice defeated and pained. He knew Luke was pitying him, and he hated it. “We need to think carefully about this,” “We can’t just let them stay there!” Nick countered. Luke’s shoulders deflated, seeing the agony in Nick’s eyes. “Who knows what they’re doing to them right now. And while that happens we just,” he waved his arms frantically, needing to release some of his anxious energy. “Stay here? Until he comes back?” Nick scoffed and shook his head. “No.” He stormed out of the front door, snagging Pete’s gun off of the front porch, and starting away. He could hear the yells and scolds behind him, but kept going. Not long after, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and there stood Luke. “We’re not letting you do this alone.” Behind him stood the rest of the group, bags packed and hiking on their way. Nick nodded, unable to smile, too focused on saving Y/N.

Pete: Pete didn’t say anything, he stood silently as the others asked questions. He couldn’t bring himself to speak or move. All he could think was ‘how could he?’ He wasn’t surprised Carver would stoop to such a level. He was just furious. Without a word, he grabbed his gun from by the front door and started outside. “Pete?” “Pete, stop!” He could hear the group calling after him, asking where he was going. Before he knew it, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. “I’m going.” He was firm when he flipped around, spitting the phase into Nick’s phase. Nick didn’t react at first, just nodded. “That’s why we’re coming with you.” Behind him, Pete spotted the others slowly gathering their things, trying to prep. He said nothing, but he could feel the love swell in his chest. “I’ll get ahead.” And with that, Pete started off.

Carlos: Carlos’ heart flipped, going weightless for a brief moment, as if he was having an out of body experience. “What?” He leaned in, as though he was having trouble hearing. In reality, he just wanted to deny that he’d heard anything at all. “He took them.” Sarah said again, voice trembling more this time. Carlos attempted to comfort her as best he could, but he felt numb. Every fibre, and every inch. Sarah drew close, clinging to his jacket and crying. He placed a weak hand on her back, his gaze drifting out the door, mind in a million places other than the cabin living room. He gulped hard, trying to force back the pain, but he knew everyone was staring at him. They could tell. Pete placed a hand on his shoulder “We’re going after them, alright?” he said softly, hoping to encourage him without further panicking Sarah. “This isn’t over. We won’t let it be.” Carlos could feel a tear escape, but just nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the crushing pain.

Rebecca: Rebecca could feel herself ready to faint. Just as she could feel her knees start to give way, Carlos and Luke grabbed her, steadying her upright once again. “You can’t be serious,” she said weekly, voice threatening to break. She couldn’t tell if she was angry, devastated, grieving, or all of the above, crashing into her head all at once. “We can’t let him.” She urged, standing upright, attempting to regain her stability. “We can’t let Carver win again.” She could feel tears clambering up in the back of her throat. “Not like this. Not with Y/N!” Her voice broke more and more with every word. Luke tried to keep her steady, hoping she would remain as calm as possible. Rebecca finally lost her grip, fell to her knees, and sobbed. It was certain death to go after them, but definite torture if she didn’t. She couldn’t win. Every fibre of her being ached.

Alvin: Alvin could feel his stomach tighten and his fists clench. “No way,” was all he could manage to force out. “Alvin,” Carlos said lowly, “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” Alvin spat back, turning around. “I’m bringing them back,.” “What?” Luke asked, stunned. “You can’t do it alone.” “Then join me.” Alvin seldom ever spoke this directly. He seldom ever spoke so intensely that you could hear the gruff in his vocal chords. He was livid. He was fuming. Luke relaxed his shoulders, watching as Alvin stormed deeper into the brush. “If you’re coming, pack your stuff.” He said, darting after Alvin. “I can’t lose them, Luke.” He said, so quietly Luke almost wasn’t able to hear. “I can’t.” Luke said nothing, just walked silently beside him and nodded. Alvin had the floor. Alvin made the rules. And when Alvin was angry, no one should ever dare cross him.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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computernerdjohanssen · 10 months

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playing the walking dead season 2 & everyone is putting their responsibilities on Clementine like she’s not a literal child…

#she’s eleven!!#everyone ask me to take care of their children #who are older than me #bitch I’m eleven!!!#how am I responsible for nick pete??#even christa was giving me shit like #the walking dead #clementine #clementine twdg #the walking dead game #twdg

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thecrusadercomrade · 8 months

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Just started replaying season 2 today. This first episode alone makes me wish they'd done so much more with Nick, he's one of the most interesting members of the cabin group by far. Also wouldn't have minded more time with Pete. I feel like things might've gone a bit better with someone as level-headed and competent as him around to take charge, though I could also see him butting heads with Kenny.

#the walking dead game #twdg #twdg nick #twdg pete #twdg kenny #i love season 2 #but there's a lot of lost potential there unfortunately #as much as i love kenny #he'd probably end up putting up a fight over pete taking charge #he's not the type to follow #which would cause problems #and pete wouldn't put up with kenny's antics #honestly some sort of kenny vs pete confrontation would've been great #i'd actually have trouble picking a side there

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Survivors x Found Family

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#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg season 2 #clem twdg #kenny twdg #sarita twdg #bonnie twdg #pete twdg #jane twdg #mike twdg #twdgedit

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the-delta-42 · 1 year

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Introductions

After Duck got off of Clementine, and the group of seven were sat in the living room, Kenny started to introduce himself and his family.

“I met Sarita a few weeks after moving to Texas.” Kenny gestured to her, his eyes kept going to Clementine, “Things were a bit… turbulent after…”

“Yeah, we, er, it’s in Clem’s file.” Said Alvin, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, right…” Kenny trailed off, glancing at Clementine, “Sorry, it’s just been so long since we last saw Clem, how’s things been treating her?”

“I’ve gone through eleven families, ten since this is my second stint with Alvin and Rebecca.” Said Clementine, scratching her knee, “A few things happened.”

“Hmm.” Kenny frowned and looked at Clementine’s left hand, “What happened to your hand?”

Clementine immediately covered her left hand with her right, “It’s a long story.”

“When we last saw Clementine, she was with Omid and Christa.” Said Duck, getting a flinch from Clementine.

“Y-yeah.” Clementine looked at the floor, “They, er, they gave me back.”

“They what?” Demanded Kenny, looking furious, “They promised Lee they’d look out for you!”

“T-they were going to have a baby and-” Kenny cut Clementine off.

“Clem, they promised Lee and Carley, a later me, that they’d keep you safe, fed and watered,” Interjected Kenny, “They were being given money to help!”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘they were being given money’?” Asked Rebecca, frowning.

“Clementine’s Lee and Carley’s sole beneficiary,” Explained Kenny, “Since Lee’s folks and brother were killed in that drug store fire in Macon and Carley wasn’t on speaking terms with hers, they left everything they had to Clementine.”

“What?”

Kenny looked at Clementine, startled, before scowling, “Of course, they didn’t bother to explain it to you.”

“I’m sorry, but Lee and Carley?” Asked Alvin, “As in her first set of foster parents?”

“And in my opinion, they should’ve been her only set of foster parents, no disrespect to y’all.” Said Kenny, “That sick bastard didn’t deserve to live after what he did.”

“W-what do you mean everything?” Asked Clementine, getting Kenny’s attention.

“Well, there’s the pharmacy, now it’s back up a running, their belongings, or at least the bits that haven’t been sold, and all of their money, plus whatever was made from the selling of their belongings.” Explained Kenny, “After the oh so wonderful invention of taxes, I’d say you’d have at least a couple hundred thousand dollars.”

Rebecca frowned, “I hope it’s in a secure account, so she can access it when she’s older.”

“Yeah, but the only ones with the details are Omid and Christa.” Grumbled Kenny, “I used to have the details, but I destroyed my copies after my, er, incident.”

“Dad had a mental breakdown after mom died.” Said Duck, cheerfully.

“Duck!” Scolded Sarita, as Kenny facepalmed.

“Sorry, I derailed this whole conversation.” Apologised Kenny, looking over at them.

“It’s fine,” Rebecca waved him off, “Clem actually came back to us at the end of August, she’s been with us ever since. She’s actually made a couple of friends.”

“Really?” Asked Kenny, looking at Clementine, who was still looking at her knees, “What’re their names, Clem?”

“W-well, there’s Sarah, she kind of like Duck, but she quieter, and smart,” Duck pulled a face, “There’s Becca, she used to be a bully, and then there’s Gill, he was just there.”

“What do you mean ‘he was just there’?” Asked Kenny, frowning.

“We met him while we were doing detention.” Answered Clementine, “Other than that, we’d never met him before.”

“How’d you meet the other two?” Asked Sarita, finally fixing her hand.

“I met Sarah before school started,” Said Clementine, pausing for a moment, “and I met Becca after I beat her up for bullying Sarah.”

Kenny and Sarita stared at Clementine, slack jawed.

“…I apologised?”

“Is, is there anything else that might surprise us?” Asked Kenny, in disbelief.

“I saw a guy get his skull caved in?”

“What?!”

Clementine winced as Duck talked at a mile a minute, she guided him through the packed school corridors, glaring at everyone in front of her. A plus, she supposed, of beating someone up on the first day of term. No one wanted to cross her.

“Hey, Clem.” Greeted Gill, before spotting Duck, “Who’s that?”

“This is Duck, his real name’s Kenneth, he’s moved in next door.” Said Clementine, as Duck looked around, “He also knew me a few years ago.”

“So, he’s a ‘level four friend’?” Asked Gill, as Becca joined them.

“Who’s the cunt?”

“…I see you’re all caught up with Game of Thrones.” Said Gill, as Clementine sighed.

“I’m going to wait for Sarah to get here, before repeating myself.” Grumbled Clementine, dropping into a chair.

“Ooh.” Said Duck, getting their attention. They saw Duck pressed against the glass of a fish tank, staring at the fish. Becca slowly turned and looked at Clementine, “I think Sarah’s going to be a while.”

Sarah walked in, her head buried in her book, Clementine noticed it was a different to the one she was reading the day before.

“Did your dad not like Storm of Swords?” Asked Clementine, finally catching the books title, “What makes him think The Hobbit is any better?”

“There isn’t any swearing in it.” Answered Sarah, looking up from the book’s pages.

“How do you walk with your face in that thing?” Asked Gill, taking his eyes off Duck.

“I shuffle.” Sarah spotted Duck, “Who’s that?”

The four looked over at Duck.

“An old friend from a few years ago, he’s moved in next door to Alvin and Rebecca.” Clementine watched Duck tap on the glass, “He’s about a smart as a bag of hammers.”

“A bag of hammer can’t talk.” Interjected Duck, looking away from the fish tank, “None of those fish are real.”

The leant to look behind Duck, and stared at the plastic fish wiggling in the water.

“I’ve been putting fish food in that thing.” Stated Clementine, outraged, “For three months!”

“You know, that explains a few things.” Said Gill, still watching the plastic fish.

Clementine grunted as she, Becca, Sarah and Gill tried to move a car stuck in some mud. Luke and Pete had made another appearance, while Daryl quietly watching the two and the children. Nick dropped his head against the steering wheel.

“Okay, stop!” Called Nick, shoving the car door open, “It’s not going anywhere.”

“We could try and tow it out.” Suggested Gill, panting as he leant against the car.

“The tractor is back at the school, and that’s if the school lets us borrow it.” Responded Daryl, running a hand down his face.

“What if we pulled from the front?” Asked Clementine, shivering from the cold.

“That just runs the risk of one or all of you getting hit by a car.” Dismissed Luke, looking at the wheels, “We could try the wood again.”

“Nah, it’d just slide right on under and shoot out the other side.” Refuted Daryl, glaring at the vehicle, “We might have to leave it for tonight.”

“That’s alright,” Snarked Becca, “I’m sure none of us mind freezing our tits off.”

“Or, in your case,” Responded Gill, “your nubs.”

“We could move it, if the three adults actually help.” Stated Clementine, throwing a glare at Daryl, Pete and Luke.

“Fair point.” Conceded Daryl, jerking his head and motioning for Pete and Luke to help.

Nick got back int the car and the group of seven all shoved the car. A couple moments passed, before the car suddenly shot forwards out of the mud. That left Clementine, Sarah, Becca and Gill to fall, face first, into the mud, with three grown men dropping on top of them.

“Well,” Said Luke, getting to his feet and helping Pete up, “That was fun.”

Daryl scoffed, before helping the kid up, “We’re done for today, go clean yourselves up and get home.”

Becca spat some mud out of her mouth, while Sarah wiped mud off her glasses.

“Well,” Said Gill, after getting the mud out of his eyes, “At least it wasn’t manure.”

“Still smells bad.” Muttered Clementine, as they headed back to the school building, “The showers should still be open.”

“You know, I just realised something.” Said Becca, making Sarah and Clementine jump, “That was our last detention.”

“Yay,” Muttered Clementine, “you guys still free this weekend?”

“My dad’s going to be working, so I shouldn’t be doing anything.” Replied Sarah, as Clementine popped her back.

“Same, more or less, why?” Said Becca, as she washed the mud of her face.

“There’s that movie, you know, the horror movie of the century.” Answered Clementine, “I was thinking on going and seeing it.”

“Is Duck going to be there?” Asked Becca, turning the shower off.

“I don’t know yet.” Said Clementine, “I haven’t asked him.”

“What’s up with Duck, anyway?” Asked Sarah, stepping out of the shower.

“He and I were friends a few years ago, we, er, we saw his mom kill herself.” Said Clementine, “Duck, for the most part, shut down. The last time I saw him, it was like he was a ghost. I was actually surprised to see him smiling.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Said Becca, “but, I think he should come with us.”

“The anti-social member of our group, who doesn’t like new people, is suggesting we invite someone new to a gathering?” Snarked Clementine, towelling herself dry.

“He’s new to us, not you.” Retorted Becca, pulling her shirt of her head, “I thought it might be nice if you had someone with something in common to talk to.”

“That and the movies has a deal for free food for a group of five.” Stated Sarah, pulling her jeans on, “But, other than that, I think Becca’s right.”

“…Thanks.”

“Is your dad picking us up?” Asked Sarah, looking at Clementine, “His car is really warm.”

“There’s three hours we’re never going to get back.”

Clementine hummed, agreeing with Becca.

“The scariest part was the opening credits, and that was because it was in 3D!” Grumbled Sarah, as Duck looked at the poster for the movie.

“Maybe it was mis-listed.” Suggested Duck, getting everyone’s attention, “The actors are all some form of comedian.”

Everyone stared at Duck, before looking at the poster.

“That would explain the sex scene.” Stated Gill, frowning.

“You know,” Said Becca, looking around Alvin and Rebecca’s living room, “This place is bigger than I expected.”

“It’s the front,” Said Duck, getting comfortable in an armchair, “It’s kinda narrow, but it’s long.”

Becca hummed, as the dvd Clem put on started. Clementine dropped down next to Sarah, as Gill sat in the other armchair. Becca dropped herself down on the other side of Sarah. They made idle conversation, while the movie played.

“If you were to have any limb amputated, which one would it be?” Asked Becca, getting disturbed looks from everyone.

“Weird question,” Said Duck, “I don’t think I’d lose a limb.”

“Me neither.” Agreed Sarah, looking at Sarah.

“Any limb?” Asked Gill, frowning, “What constitutes as a limb?”

“I think she means an arm or a leg, Gill.” Responded Clementine, “I’d lose one of my legs.”

“I’d lose a finger.”

“Becca, I’m not sure that’s a limb.” Said Duck, as Clementine adjusted herself on the sofa.

“It’s part of your body, it’s a limb.”

Clementine snorted, glancing at them, “Then I should’ve been exempt from this.”

“Oh, yeah.” Muttered Becca, as Clementine wiggled her half-finger at her.

“I thought this was supposed to be a short-cut.” Huffed Duck, as Clementine walked a couple feet a head.

They were walking through a forest, heading back to a cabin Alvin had rented near the school. Luke, Pete and Nick had offered to take Clementine and her friend hunting and, while Rebecca didn’t like the idea of teaching the children how to handle a gun, Clementine’s foster parents agreed. The trio were on their way back from a riverbank not far from the cabin.

“I said it was a detour, not a short cut.” Stated Becca, stopping to let Duck catch up.

“What do you think Gill and Sarah are doing?” Asked Duck, making Clementine glance back at him and Becca.

“Sarah’s probably going through that first aid course and Gill’s spending time with his parents.” Shrugged Clementine, absently rubbing her arm, “I can still feel that coyote.”

“I can still see it.” Muttered Becca, as Duck tripped over a root, “For fucks sake, Duck.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s what, the twentieth time?” Asked Clementine, before someone bumped into her.

“Oh, jeez, sorry kid.”

Clementine froze at the voice, before she slowly turned and looked at the voice’s owner.

“Clementine?” Asked Jane, glancing around the group, “Who’re these guys?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Grumbled Clementine, “What are you doing here?”

“I was out for a walk.” Answered Jane, jogging to keep up.

“Okay, fuck off.”

Jane froze, allowing Clementine and her friends to put a little bit of distance between them and Jane.

“So,” Asked Becca, “Who’s that?”

“Foster parent number eleven, I think.” Answered Clementine, looking at Becca, “She’s the one I was with when Sam, that dog I told you about, bit me and tore a chunk out of my arm. She took one look at me and ran off, leaving me with a mangled arm and a dog trying to kill me.”

“W-what happened to the dog?” Asked Duck, swallowing.

“I, I had to kill it.” Responded Clementine, “Jane took me camping, and one of the tents had a branch land on it, breaking it,” Clementine wiped her eyes to get rid of the burning feeling, “I kicked him onto some spikes while I was trying to get him off me. It would’ve been cruel to let him suffer like that. But, afterwards, I had to scavenge what first aid I could and stitched my arm up. I don’t remember much else, but I know I passed out and, when I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I remember seeing Bonnie and meeting someone called Jean or something. I, apparently, came really close to dying.”

“Whoa.” Whispered Becca, getting a snort from Clementine.

“You want to know the funny part?”

“What?” Asked Duck, swallowing thickly.

“I was disappointed.” Stated Clementine, hollowly, “I was the happiest I’d ever been, when I was dying. It was so peaceful…”

“And then you woke up.” Finished Becca, getting a scoff from Clementine.

“Yeah, then I was dragged back into the fucked-up reality of my life.”

Becca glanced behind her, quietly noting that Jane had a guilty look on her face.

They spotted the cabin and Clementine power walked over to it and tore the door open. She rushed up the stairs and into the room she was sharing with Becca for the trip. Rebecca and Alvin looked after her, stunned at the silent fury the girl was emanating, before looking back at the door as Becca and Duck walked in.

“Is everything okay?” Asked Alvin, as Rebecca got up and went up to the room Clementine was in.

“Clem, she, uh,” Duck looked at the floor, “she ran into someone from her past and things kinda ended up spilling out.”

Alvin sighed, before glancing up at the door to the room Clementine was in. He noted that Rebecca wasn’t by in, so he assumed she was in the room with Clementine.

Up in the room, Rebecca held Clementine, as she finished telling her what she told Becca and Duck, as she started to bawl. Clementine buried her face in Rebecca’s shoulder, her tears wetting the fabric.

“Why?” Sobbed Clementine, making Rebecca freeze.

“Why what, Clem?” Asked Rebecca, gently, as Clementine hiccupped.

“Why does everyone leave me?!” Wailed Clementine, her voice slightly muffled by Rebecca’s shoulder, “Why doesn’t anyone want me?”

“That’s not true,” Murmured Rebecca, “Alvin and I want you; we’re not going to leave you. Not again.”

“T-that’s w-what L-L-Lee a-and C-Carley said!” Cried Clementine, as Rebecca tightened the grip on Clementine.

Rebecca sighed through her nose and looked up at the ceiling, holding onto Clementine as she cried.

“Hey, Clem,” Said Sarah, sitting across from Clementine in the school cafeteria, “When’s your birthday?”

“October 26th.” Answered Clementine, not looking up from her book.

“Wait, what?!” Exclaimed Becca, jumping up, “We passed over your birthday and you didn’t say anything?!”

“It’s not a big deal.” Shrugged Clementine, looking up, “That last birthday I celebrated was my seventh birthday and that ended with my first set of foster parents being murdered.”

Duck flinched and winced, “Oh, yeah. I guess that put a dampener on things.”

Clementine snorted, “You could say that.”

“So, you’re, what, thirteen now?” Asked Gill, making Clementine look at him.

“I think so.”

“Do you celebrate Christmas?” asked Becca, making Clementine look at her.

“Yeah, I celebrate Christmas, it’s the only holiday that I can remember having a fixed date.” Stated Clementine, digging her phone out of her pocket. The battered brick looked tiny when she put it on the table, Clementine picked the phone back up and then struck the table with it. The phone turned on, making Clementine put it back on the table.

“That’s starting to become annoying.” Said Gill, as Clementine started checking her texts.

“Trust me, you don’t want this as an alarm clock.” Muttered Clementine, as the phone died on her, “Shit.”

“Where’d Alvin and Rebecca get that?” Asked Sarah, looking down at the phone, “And why didn’t they get you one that worked?”

“It worked when I got it.” Muttered Clementine, scowling at the phone, “Then I dropped it in a river…and forgot to take it out of my pocket when I put them out for the wash.”

The group stared at Clementine, who shifted in her seat, “I’ve got a lot going on.”

“You remember Chuck?” Asked Duck, making Clementine jump.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Do you think he’s still alive?” Murmured Duck, talking quietly so he didn’t wake the rest of their friends. Sarah had invited them all to a sleep over, with the three girls joking about putting make up on the boys.

“I like to think he’s got his guitar and he’s travelling across the country, exploring everything he can find.” Whispered Clementine, smiling gently, “I bet he’s dragging Ben and Molly all over, drinking everything they can find.”

“I miss them.” Sighed Duck, “I miss how simple things were then.”

“Yeah.”

“I can still see it, sometimes,” Whispered Duck, making Clementine look at him, “I see Mom sitting us down, telling us to keep looking at her-”

Duck’s voice cracked, before he swallowed and continued, “Telling us to keep looking at her, a-and then she got that fucking gun.”

Clementine swallowed thickly, her gaze returning to the ceiling, “What happened after, after Kenny placed me with Omid and Christa?”

“He had a breakdown, started drinking,” Answered Duck, “He nearly crashed into a lake, he was driving drunk. After that, I was placed with my aunt. Dad went to rehab, he and I have been only been back together for about a year.”

“Well,” Said Clementine, looking over at Duck, “not to sound unsympathetic, but at least your dad came back for you.”

Duck winced, looking back at Clementine, “I guess I was lucky, I thought that he wasn’t for a while. I hated him for ages, I guess I still do at times, for ages I thought I lost my parents and my sister in the span of three weeks.”

“Ha.” Laughed Clementine, “I managed to get handed back to social services in that time.”

Duck snorted, “I thought I had it bad, but hearing the stuff you went through, I don’t think I’d be here today, if it happened to me.”

Clementine snorted quietly, “We’re so fucked up.”

“Yeah.” Agreed Duck, before slowly falling back asleep, with Clementine not far behind him.

Clementine looked around the Ski lodge that had been rented by the large group she was in. Sarita and Sarah were decorating a giant Christmas tree, while Becca helped Shel and Gill’s dad, Randy, shift some tables. Alvin and Kenny sorting through the Christmas light, with Alvin finding a laser pointer. Rebecca was sitting off to the side with AJ, while Duck, Gill and Carlos shifted some of the furniture.

“And, done!” Said Patricia, making Clementine look up at her.

“It feels kinda weird.” Admitted Clementine, nervously fiddling with the necklace Sarah had given her as a late birthday present.

“You’ll get used to it, there’ll be a day when you’re not wearing it and it’ll feel wrong.” Assured Patricia, looking over the group, “I hope you don’t mind, but Gill told me about that dog attack you suffered from.”

“I’ve told a few people, so don’t worry about it.” Responded Clementine, looking around.

“If it helps, I’m a professional counsellor,” Said Patricia, “I can speak with one of my colleagues about arranging some session with you.”

Clementine looked at her feet, “Can, can I think about it?”

“Take all the time you need.” Patricia reassured her.

“Hey, Clem,” Said Becca, getting Clementine’s attention, “I’ve been meaning to ask, how come you never take that hat off?”

Clementine stiffened slightly, before answering, “It was one of the last things Lee gave me.”

“So, it has sentimental value.” Grunted Becca, shoving the table, “I still don’t get, how you seem to keep having accidents, I mean you’re not clumsy, but you keep getting bruises all over the place.”

“I’ll tell you, but only if you never tell anyone else.” Said Clementine, leaning forwards.

“Sure, we won’t tell a soul.” Said Becca, making Clementine lean back.

“I kept losing a fight against a tree.”

Everyone stopped and looked at Clementine, there was a moment of silence, before Duck started laughing.

“A tree broke your arm!”

Within moments, everyone was laughing, Clementine cracking a smile as Duck slipped and crowned himself on the sofa.

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