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Lee woke up in a forest, he coughed, before catching sight of Carley a couple feet away from him. The woman rolled over and stumbled to her feet.

“Lee?” Her voice was raspy, as Lee got up, the man nearly falling over when he realised his arm was still missing.

“Where are we?” Asked Lee, looking around.

“I was hoping you’d tell me.” Huffed Carley, as Lee coughed.

“No, no,” He shook his head, “you’re dead. Lilly shot you.”

“I remember turning around and finding Lilly’s gun in my face.” Said Carley, before spotting Lee’s arm, “What happened?”

“I got bit.” Answered Lee, stumbling, “Bit funny, I don’t feel like crap.”

A cough got their attention, a brown-haired man sat up. It took them a moment, before they recognised him as Ben.

“How’d you grow so fast?” Asked Lee, as Ben frantically checked his abdomen.

“I’m alive?” Ben turned and looked at Lee and Carley, “Wait, am I actually dead?”

R

Clementine was leaning against her desk, staring at Marlon and Brody, Minerva and another red head stood off to the side with Tenn, while Mitch glared around the room.

She turned and looked at Louis, “I’m assuming those mushrooms you found weren’t the healthy kind.”

“How is this my fault?” Demanded Louis, “They could just be some new breed of walker!”

Clementine gave him a flat look, “Right, some tell me what happened while I was gone.”

“AJ wanted to go with you to Richmond and sulked because he couldn’t go. He and Willy snuck of with a stick with a knife taped to the end of it and came back with Tenn.” Said Violet, staring at Minerva, “They all appeared at some point after that.”

“There’s also Lilly and some old fuck in the basement.” Chimed Louis, getting a glare from Clementine.

“Okay,” She nodded, “I’ll start there, Violet, we’ve got supplies from Richmond that need to be stored.”

Violet nodded, stopping when Clementine grabbed her arm.

“Keep an eye on our returned friends.” Murmured Clementine, “Something’s not right.”

Violet nodded, before hitting Louis, “C’mon, let put them to some use.”

Clementine sighed, before looking at someone who’d stayed behind, “Mitch?”

“What do you plan on doing?”

Clementine sighed again, “I’m going to try and provoke Larry into a heart attack.”

Mitch stared at her, “You’re going to solve a problem…by making another problem?”

“It’s the best I can think of.” Confessed Clementine, leaning back against the desk.

“You said Lilly was more dangerous after her dad died.” Said Mitch, “Killing him again would make her more-er dangerous.”

Clementine blinked and stared at Mitch, “How the fuck did you say something that was smart and stupid at the same time?”

Mitch glared at her, before they heard shouting outside.

“What now?” Growled Clementine, stalking out of the office with Mitch following after her.

“Put it down, now!” Yelled Violet, as Clementine and Mitch came up behind the crowd.

“You think we’re fucking stupid?!” Came a familiar voice.

“Brave coming from some dick shaking our fence!”

“C’mon, we can all be civil about this!” Clementine stopped, before frowning and pushing her way through the crowd.

“What’s going…” Clementine stopped and stared at the other side of the fence, “…on?”

Luke stared back at her, as Clementine looked over the group he was with. She spotted Nick and Pete towards the back, she slowly looked over the others with them, Kenny stared at her, while others from the Cabin group quietened down.

“…Clementine?” Asked Luke, jerked Clementine from her thoughts.

She turned and looked at Louis.

“Hey, I haven’t done anything!” Protested Louis, getting an eyeroll from Clementine.

“Put them in the hospital,” Sighed Clementine, gesturing to the building built from some supplies from Richmond, before looking over the crowed, “Hold on…where’s AJ?”

“He’s alive?” Asked Luke, with Clementine ignoring him.

“Er,” Louis looked at Violet, “he’s…fishing.”

“We don’t know where he is.” Admitted Violet, “He wasn’t here when we came out.”

Clementine groaned, “Okay, Mitch, come with me, Violet,” the blonde perked up, “you’re in charge until I get back.”

Violet nodded, getting a whine from Louis.

“Louis, you’re coming as well.” Called Clementine, walking towards the gate, “I don’t want to hear Violet bitch when I get back.”

“We’re comin’ too.” Said Kenny, making Clementine stop and turn to him.

“No, you’re all going to follow Violet to the hospital until we figure out what’s going on.” Clementine and Kenny stared at each other, before the man smirked.

“All right.” Kenny nodded, “We’ll talk when you get back.”

Clementine sighed in relief, before nodding.

R

Lee, Carley and Ben trudged through the forest, the boy that found them, AJ, said they would be welcome in their community. He pointed at a Walker, “That’s James, he pretends to be one of the monsters.”

“What?” Asked Lee, as the Walker looked at them.

“What’re you doing out here?” Asked the Walker, losing its limp and striding over to AJ.

“Helping people.” Answered AJ, as a man in a long coat, wielding a chair leg spotted them.

“AJ!” The man ran towards them, swinging the leg at James.

In a fluid motion, James grabbed the chair leg, kicked the man between the legs and pushed him to the ground. A moment later, another man and a young woman appeared near him.

Lee felt the air leave his lungs, recognising Clementine. Clementine stared at Lee, her demands dying in her throat. She suddenly felt lightheaded, the next thing she knew, she was falling backwards with her world going dark.

Mitch caught Clementine as she fell, looking at Louis, “Is she usually like this?”

Louis winced as he shook his head, “No.” He straightened up, walking towards her, “Give her here.”

Mitch passed the unconscious Clementine to Louis, before he looked at the people, he jerked his head and they set back off to the school.

R

Alvin watched Rebecca pace, before the blonde woman, Violet, walked in.

“Where’s Clementine?” Demanded Rebecca, glaring at Violet, “Where’s my son?!”

“AJ’s just got back with some other… ‘visitors’,” Violet looked around, “Clementine’s unconscious.”

“Is she alright?” Asked Sarah, from her place next to her father.

“She’ll be fine,” Dismissed Violet, “it’s probably nothing.”

“My dad’s a doctor.” Said Sarah, getting Violet’s attention.

“We have a nurse.” Dismissed Violet, leaving the room.

Walking towards the medical area, Violet spotted Ms. Martin checking Clementine over. Seeing the nurse walking out of the greenhouses was a tiny bit terrifying. There had been more of their friends coming back, which made Louis order them to expand their boarders.

Clementine sitting up made Ms. Martin step away, the young woman looked around and spotted Violet. Ignoring the older woman, Clementine walked up to Violet.

“Can you please tell her I’m fine?” Asked Clementine, pointing at Ms. Martin.

“No one faints for no reason.” Said the nurse, frowning at Clementine, “I know you don’t like feeling vulnerable, but you need rest.”

“I need to get supplies if we’re gonna expand.” Argued Clementine, stepping forwards and stumbling.

“I’ll contact Richmond,” Said Violet, “but, Ms. Martin’s right. If you fainted, it could be something serious.”

Clementine sighed, “Look, Vi, I need to keep busy. If I don’t, bad things tend to happen.”

Violet drew herself up, “Clementine, as one of your vices, I’m taking control of the group until Ms. Martin has cleared you.”

Clementine’s jaw dropped, getting a cheeky grin from Violet, “All you need to do is sleep.”

Clementine’s jaw closed with a snap, before stalking back to Ms. Martin. Violet sighed, before turning around. Marlon, Louis and Brody stood a couple feet away from her.

“What?”

“You just sent our leader,” Said Louis, dumbstruck, “who flayed a guy after what happened to Ruby, to bed.”

“And you’ve shared a bed with her.” Retorted Violet, heading to the Admin building, “Clem’s radio’s in the office, right?”

“I don’t know,” Shrugged Louis, grinning, “I was a bit preoccupied.”

Violet gave Louis a flat look, “You’re the reason she’d been confined to bed rest.”

Louis froze, paling, “Shit.”

[dailymothanon]

A quick sketch of New Jersey 🐝 he’s so silly and so tiny. This guy hangs out with grandmas, bingo winning loser; maybe I’ll draw Rhody one of these days when I feel like it

Also just some quick doodles of some of alaska’s cities/towns cuz I’m on a road trip again currently 🤔 I like to think Talkeetna has a big appetite a lot. She must be warned of the dangers of eating Augusta’s cooking. My favorite hippie lady

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On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond | Scotland | April 2023 This was one of the first especially intimidating munros I saw while walking north into the Scottish Highlands. Unfortunately, our route would not have us climb this fabled mountain. This view however, amazed me nonetheless. Upon nearing the base where the mountain paths lay, I observed two very much windswept hillwalkers shuffle down the trail. “Did you climb Lomond today?” I asked. “Oh yes”, they reply in a Scottish accent. “Incredibly windy up there. I felt like I was going to be blown off the hill at any moment!” Scottish Hillwalking aint for babies. While I had a monumental ascent up the north face of Ben Nevis, Scotland left me wanting more. Another trip, perhaps. I’ll be doing a print and post card sale soon, y’all! What images should I add back to my shop? Everything will be printed in advance this time, so if you have any suggestions as to what should go to print, add a comment!

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The next match-up for WTTT best (non-state) character:

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were booking vacation flights anD I GET TO SEE THE ATLANTA AIRPORT HELL YEAH

im sad to miss out on CLT this year but were going to LIVE THERE in six months so like im an NOT BOTHERED

were also having to fly into KC instead of STL and THAT is crushing honestly but it saves us some rental car prices and getting so see ATL is exciting enough to pillow that

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Ben in my main 4 AUs (making picrews was the faster option lol (Not entirely accurate though)

You and I'll be safe and sound: Ben is Clem sole caretaker

Currupted: (Doesn't have a name yet lol) Ben joins Carver's group and becomes the leader. He is the antagonist instead of Carver for season 2

Broken Wings: Ben is a part of Delta

Hopeless Wanderer: Ben is a part of The Whisperers and looking after James and Charlie

Picrew used

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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Clementine’s Mother survived?

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What if Clementine’s Mother survived? Prompt Submitted by Worker72 on AO3

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Diana groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. Vernon was rambling about leaving before Crawford found them, Brie was agreeing with him, Boyd was arguing that they should continue to lie low and look for more medicine and Joyce and Clive were keeping quiet. She’d stepped out of the room to stop her headache from growing worse, only to find a man stumbling though the entrance hole to the shelter.

Diana stared at the man, who gaped at her. The man continued to stare at her, before she realised who it was, “Lee Everett.”

The man, Lee, blinked, “How’d you—”

“I kept up with your trial.” Said Diana, cutting to the chase, “You’re not the type of person Crawford would keep around.”

“I’ve only just heard of them.” Said Lee, looking at her, “You know anyone there?”

Diana let out a scoff, “Who would I want to know? My husband was bit when everything went to shit and—” Her voice cracked, making her clear her throat, “and what other family I had are dead.”

Lee stared at her for a moment, before speaking, “Clementine.”

Diana froze, before pulling her gun out, “Why did you say that?”

“You have a daughter, and her name was Clementine, right?” Asked Lee, slowly walking forward.

Diana’s heart stopped, “Y-you said ‘have’.”

“Clementine’s alive.” Said Lee, “I, er, stumbled across her, after a road accident.”

Diana frowned, “What happened?”

Lee looked at the gun, “Could you… lower the gun first?”

Quickly disarming the gun and putting it away, Diana looked at Lee expectantly, “Well?”

Then Vernon opened the door and found Diana and Lee, “W-what?”

“He’s not from Crawford.” Dismissed Diana, “None of them knew my daughter.”

Vernon looked at them, before stepping back out of the room. Sighing, Diana looked back at Lee.

“The police car I was in crashed, I barely managed to get away from the Walkers chasing me when I climbed over your fence. I went into your house, looking for help and, well, met Clem.” Explained Lee, “She managed to save me from the babysitter. She was bit at some point.”

“But,” Diana swallowed, “but Clementine’s alive?”

“Yeah,” Nodded Lee, “I can take you to her, if I can find my way out of here.”

Diana nodded, “Give me a moment.”

SP

After introducing Lee to the others, and Lee mentioned that one of his people had an injured leg. Eventually, Lee was being led out of the sewers by Diana and Vernon. Lee filled Diana in, telling her everything that happened in the past few months. How he and Clementine met, how he took care of her as best as he could, he told Diana about the cannibals and that they stole from an abandoned car and that they’d been forced to leave it all behind after someone started giving some to a group of bandits, how a boy got bit, and one member of the group killed another member. The boy started to turn, and the boy’s mother committed suicide, leaving Lee to put the boy down.

Diana didn’t know what to think about Clementine being taught how to use a gun, but then she learned about some stranger talking to Clementine. Following Lee, they entered the house, Diana saw a drunk man with a moustache in a trucker’s hat, a teenager and a tall woman coming down the stairs.

“Lee!” Gasped the woman, “You’re alive!”

“Yeah,” Nodded Lee, “Christa, where’s Clementine?”

“No idea.” Shrugged Christa, “She’s done her vanishing act again.”

Diana sighed before looking at Lee, “So, where’s this injured man?”

“Upstairs, Christa can take you.” Said Lee, making Vernon follow Christa, “I’ll go look for Clementine.”

“How much of this house has she explored?” Asked Diana, not moving.

“All of it.” Answered Lee, before frowning, “Well, except for that shed outside.”

Nodding, Diana turned around and walked outside, with Lee following her. Coming to a stop outside the shed, Diana took a deep breath and spoke, “Clementine?”

There was a beat of silence, before Diana got a shaky response, “Mom?”

Hearing Clementine’s voice, Diana choked. Lee started removing the vines covering the doors, before opening them. Clementine stared up at her mother, before rushing forwards and hugging her, “I knew you and Dad were alive.”

Diana bit her lip, before kneeling down so she could look Clementine in the face, “Sweetie, your… he… Daddy didn’t make it.”

Clementine stared at Diana, before burying her face in her mother’s chest.

SP

Diana stayed at the house with Lee’s group, spending time with her daughter. Vernon had gone back to the bunker, currently, Lee’s group was discussing about going to Crawford for the medicine and the things that the drunk, foul mouthed one needed to fix the boat Clementine had found. Her eyes then fell onto the radio, she picked it up, Diana pressed the broadcast button, “Hello?”

Clementine looked up from the drawing that she was doing, as her mother frowned at the radio.

“Hello?” Repeated Diana, before scowling, “I’m talking to the pervert trying to manipulate my daughter.”

Diana glanced at the door as Lee walked through it, before turning her attention went back to the radio.

“Okay, I’m going to take your silence as confirmation that you’re a paedophile,” Said Diana, “I don’t know why you decided to screw yourself over and, frankly, I don’t give a fuck. If you contact her or are even near her again, I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

Releasing the broadcast button, Diana looked at Lee, “So, what’s the plan?”

“We’re gonna take some guys to Crawford,” Said Lee, “get the stuff Kenny needs to fix that boat and the medicine Omid needs.”

Diana frowned, before nodding, “I’ll stay here and watch over him.”

“Can I come?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Lee and her mother.

“What?” Frowned Lee, looking down at Clementine, with Diana doing the same.

“Can I come to Crawford?” Asked Clementine, “I wanna help.”

Lee glanced at Diana, who, after a few moments of thought, nodded, “It’d make sense for all hands to be on deck, even if they are small.”

Clementine beamed up at them.

SP

The group had been gone for a little while; Diana had dispatched of a Walker that’d gotten in. Omid was asleep, leaving the house in an eerie silence. Sighing, Diana located a book in the house’s library and started reading it. Then she heard the front door open, she didn’t hear anyone else, so it was unlikely that it was the others returning from Crawford. Grabbing her gun, Diana snuck up to the door.

After a moment, a man slowly walked into the library. Diana didn’t recognise him, only raising her gun to the back of his head and pulling the trigger. The corpse fell to the ground, like a marionette that had its strings cut. Diana stared at the body, before going through it’s pockets and finding some keys in one pocket and a radio on his belt. Sighing, Diana shifted the body outside and locked the doors, before she went back to the book she found.

SP

Kenny fixed the boat after they got back. Brie and Ben were dead, Diana found that Ben was the one making the deal with the bandits back in Macon. Diana showed Lee the Stranger’s car, which he confirmed to be the car they robbed form.

Then, they had another problem; who would go with Kenny. Kenny offered them a place on the boat, which Diana declined, and Clementine chose to be with her mother. Diana made sure to tell Lee that he was welcome to come with them if he wanted. In the end, Kenny would be taking Molly, Christa and Omid with him.

Bidding tearful goodbyes, and promises to always look out for them, the two groups parted ways. Lee, Diana and Clementine took the strangers car, helping Kenny take the boat to the water, with their final goodbyes. Lee drove through the streets of Savannah, before turning onto the interstate, the small group heading out of Savannah. None of them knew where they’d be going, but they’d decided to let the winds guide them.

Next Story: What if Clementine decided to kill all the Cabin Group members?

[dailymothanon]

Random things that I know

I’m currently on a road trip, so I didn’t have much time on my hands to draw much but I do have a small wip and old sketch I did! Along with just talking about random ideas and things that I know. Which. I mostly did a bunch of research on Delta Junction, Alaska as you will be able to tell soon

I passed by Delta Junction, and I remembered that they are the city with the most Ukrainian born people in percentage, it’s even higher in ancestry as well! This is because DJ has very similar terrain and climates to Ukraine (I think??) along with the fact there are already many Ukrainians there, there is not much of a language barrier for them! That’s neat :> So I wanted to make DJ as Ukrainian, and this is just one design concept I came up with today too quickly, it is likely to change as I learn more (I don’t have a definitive answer of what gender I’m thinking them to be yet)

also I think DJ would make BANGER cream rolls. Because I know this lady that lives there that comes to my city every summer and sells cream rolls; she’s done this ever since I was little

Alaska is the windiest state, with a windspeed average of 30 mph; in Juneau they have winds called Taku winds, and in DJ they have winds called Chinook winds

DJ was also known as the “Windy City” and “Little Chicago” by soldiers stationed there, as DJ is big on the military presence stuff

DJ is a very quant and neat place I won’t lie. They have buffalos there sent from Montana!! They now roam a lot around the Delta area, most are within the Delta Bison Sanctuary; I like to imagine DJ tells Alaska to tell Montana the bison are prospering

Colorado has a coin collection due to being the worlds top producer of coins (I think that’s cool)

Cali didn’t know what mosquito repellent was or was a thing until he overheard Maine and Alaska talking about them and asked about it, the other two were horrified he didn’t know (this is a tease cuz my girlfriend didn’t know it was a thing until I asked if she had any once)

This is an old sketch of a character my girlfriend made! She based them off Mexican culture, specifically this is based on California’s Lone Star flag from way back when

I think DJ loves the idea of having a family, but the opportunity has simply never been given 😞

Talkeetna was considered abandoned in 1910, before getting revived in aboit 1920 thanks to gold rushes, I think she is a little afraid of being abandoned again tho, but she knows Mayor Denali would never do her dirty like that

Hawai’i and Alaska both have the best air quality out of the states, they’re seriously breathing that great non lower 48 stuff. They are prospering. Manifesting.

Louisiana is actually one of the most, if not the most (it changes per article but they remain one of the top 3 always) stressed states, along with Mississippi and New Mexico

uhhhmm this is all I can think of currently. I hope y’all can wait for me to get back home to post regularly again 👻 that would be cool.

[dragons-and-magic]

OH MY WORD.🤣 I don't think I've ever laughed so hard reading a Thomas Fic!

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Ok!

12 for Trevor

13

And I think 18

ok!!!! :)

sorry i rambled a lot so i'm readmoreing this LMAO

12. Character + Dialogue (Trevor)

“I’m putting up a sign. If your name is Annie Twilloil or Francis Beaumont, fuck off. Rabid cat inside. Or whatever.” Trevor waves a sleepy hand in the air. “Something something I’ll bite you.” (Chapter 2)

13. Talk about your growth from your first fic to now.

oh boy. it's been almost eight years. or maybe it has been eight years. you're sending me back to wattpad, buddy, i don't know if i can forgive that (fully joking).

i started writing my first real fic (for academic purposes we are talking about the first thing i posted, not all my elementary school flights of fancy) in junior high, mostly in spurts on the bus or back and forth on a shitty little usb drive that also carried my schoolwork. i'm pretty sure the main document was password protected and in a folder labeled something totally innocuous because i was thirteen and painfully embarrassed about writing supernatural fanfiction as though anyone else would ever use my memory stick, like, ever. flash forward to today where the writing folder on my laptop is 90% fic and i Do Not Care Anymore! but still with weird titles because that's just how these things go.

(but also shoutout to my first fic, which according to wattpad is still #939 in supernatural fic after alll these years. it's got a little medal next to it and everything. fuck yeah!)

when i read it i see a lot of things that mark a young writer - mostly characterisation issues, things that could be portrayed better, I hadn't gotten the hang of internal monologues yet so it's quite painfully objective (in comparison to my current taste and style). but, like, honestly? not bad. not bad at all. full respect to thirteen-year-old me for sticking through and writing, like, a full 50 thousand word thing without even realising it.

("alright, i did the math and, with various author's notes included because i wasn't going to put any more effort into this than what wattpad gave me, our wordcount for this fic was... 52,385. my third longest fic to date" -from a conversation with a friend a couple months ago, timestamp almost 2am. moral of the story: wattpad give us word counts please)

ANYWAY. aside from the, you know, wattpad stuff, what propelled me forward on that particular fic was both the existence of a full story in my head (and then some. rest in peace to the abandoned sequel) and some pretty cool folks to share it with. not stopping - and, indeed, writing more spn stuff before finally metamorphasis-ing into a theatre kid - was prompted through friends. so. friends are the reason for everything. another reason for everything was my move from wattpad to ao3, which happened somewhere in my move from junior high to high school (very symbolic i know) and subsequently allowed for such things as: greater audience! a comment section! sophistication! all the cool kids use ao3!

and, like, even ao3 era onwards. from 2016's newsies works to now there's like. improvement in plotting and planning! character voice and internal monologue! fun with structure! music! all these funky fresh things that i'm always so excited to work with. i don't even really have words to describe it anymore i just think it's fun as hell. it's just like. i will keep writing and i will keep getting better and these things are perpetual. and in several years with even more work under my belt i will be able to look back at what i've been doing the past couple years and do the exact same thing.

but all my love remains to the password-protected word docs that hold those supernatural fics from an earlier time. some of them saw the light of day and some of them straight up did not. all of them are still in my heart.

18. Share a line from a fic you'll never finish.

("cornley time travel au: is significantly better written, stronger interpersonal relationships, i actually know what i'm doing / supernatural OC apocalypse fic: written when my hubris knew no limits, has demons in the story. oh and em-dashes. i only started using em-dashes in like 2017" -same conversation as above)

remember how i wrote a sequel (threequel) to the lookout mmnis? i was also fully prepared to write a sequel to flat pack attack. rest in peace to flat pack attack: homeworld which will probably never see the light of day. the idea was good and a kid can dream

SAMPSON: You ever heard of… (reading from a page) a tailsman?

DELTA: Is it a talisman you mean?

Sampson squints at the page.

SAMPSON: No, this says tails. Like a monkey.

He sticks a hand near the base of his chair and does a tail approximation.

oh and secondary shoutout to another abandoned newsies au that drew on my experiences with high school theatre tech, aptly named welcome to hell - its namesake was something like:

He catches a glimpse of the whiteboard once again before he leaves. Someone, probably Jack again, has wiped out most of the letters in HOTEL CALIFORNIA - now it just reads WELCOME TO H EL L.

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