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yellowsugarwords · 5 months ago

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I’m a sucker for Javi angst so I must ask: how would the Garcias, Clem, Tripp, Jesus and Eleanor react to Javi having a panic attack after recalling everything that happened with the whole new frontier drama?

oooo I also love myself some angst. Enjoy!!!

Clementine: Clementine was stunned. She never would’ve expected Javi to break but especially not like this. He always seemed so strong, so together, she was shocked seeing him any other way. “Javi,” she said, growing closer and kneeling in front of him, hoping to get his attention. He was leaning against a wall, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Hey, Javi.” Clementine placed a hand on top of his, trying to catch his gaze. “You’re okay. We’re still here.” Javi looked up, locking onto Clem. She needed encouragingly. “Breathe with me. I’ll count it out.” Once Javi caught his breath, he closed his eyes and pulled Clementine in for a tight hug. Clem squeezed him and could feel his arms rattling as he held her. “You’re okay.” She said reassuringly. Javi squeezed her tighter.

Gabe: “Javi?” Javi slowly wandered to the wall, placing his palms against it to steady himself as he leaned back. Slowly, he slid down to the floor, his hands clamoring at his air and the neckline of his shirt. “Javi, what’s going on?” Suddenly, as Gabe watched his chest rise and slam back down, he realized exactly what had happened. Patiently, Gabe waved his hand to keep the others back as he approached his uncle. “Javi, hey, it’s Gabe.” He said softly, kneeling in front of him, just wanting to gain his attention. “You’re gonna be alright, alright? This feeling is going to pass.” He frowned, hated seeing how his rock - the person he always relied on - was breaking before his very eyes. Gabe placed a hand on Javi’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’re here for you, Javi. You aren’t alone.”

Mariana: Mariana frowned seeing Javi stumble to the far wall of the room and slowly sink into the floor. “Javi?” She asked, voice soft and gentle. Normally, that was a comfort to Javi, but he was too far gone. “Javi, what’s wrong?” All she could think to do was draw closer and kneel in front of him. As always, Mariana always believed that gentleness was the superior approach. She said nothing at first, her emotions taking over her expression. Mariana reached out, gently and slowly, and placed her hand on top of one of Javi’s. His head snapped up, brow sweating and his chest heaving. “Mari,” was all he could wheeze out. Teary-eyed, Mariana smiled and squeezed his palm. “I’m here.” She hushed. It was all Javi needed, suddenly.

Kate: Kate had never expected anything like this from Javi. He was always so collected, so strong. She had never anticipated that the world could hurt him like this. But then again, he was always the rock for everyone else. It made sense that eventually, he would crumble. “Javi,” she said, moving closer and resting a hand on his shoulder. “Javi, it’s okay.” She was watching him crumble to pieces, his head falling into his hands. Kate sat beside him, bringing him into her arms. “Javi, Javi, it’s okay.” Kate’s voice was low and soft, stroking his hair and trying to keep him grounded. At least, as grounded as he could be. “You’re okay, Javi, I got you. I’m here.” Kate turned to glance at the rest of the group, eyes pleading for answers. Sadly, none of them had any answers t give. Seeing Javi shatter was shocking to all of them.

David: David was the most skeptical of Javi’s brilliant ‘performance.’ As it continued, however, David started to get the inkling that this was something else. Slowly, lowering his crossed arms, he started closer toward his brother. “Javi, are you fucking bit?” Javi just clutched his chest, eyes closed, easing himself down to the floor. “This isn’t a bite,” Eleanor said lowly, hoping Javi was too distracted to hear her. If anything, she was trying to get David to ease up, not inherently understand everything. David paused, registering what he was seeing, then released a sigh he didn’t know he had in his chest. “Javi,” he said, voice low. He approached him and knelt in front of him. He attempted to maintain eye contact, but Javi was too distraught. “Javi, it’s me. It’s David.” His voice grew softer, realizing how desperately out of it Javi was. “It’s your brother, Javi.” That struck a chord and Javi’s eyes glanced up, shivering as he met his brother’s stare. David gave him a small, firm nod. “You’re gonna be okay, but I need you to work with me here.” David finally frowned. “I can’t do this without you.”

Tripp: Tripp frowned, arms crossed at Javi’s sudden erratic behavior. He had never seen the man act like this, and all of a sudden? “What the hell is up with him?” He asked lowly, hoping that only someone close to him could hear and quietly answer. He didn’t want to embarrass the guy, but in their world, you couldn’t help but be cautious over erratic behavior. It could end in catastrophe. “Javier, what’s going on with you?” Javi only managed out a staggered wheeze before stumbling into the brick wall behind him. Immediately, Tripp snapped out of it. “Shit, can someone pass me some water.” He said, pushing his way to the front of their group and kneeling in front of Javi. Without thinking twice, Tripp grabbed onto his shoulders and adjusted him so he was sitting upright. “Javi, hey, look at me.” Tripp ensured they had locked eye contact before continuing. “You’re gonna be okay, but I need you to breathe with me, alright?”

Eleanor: Eleanor was stunned. At first, momentarily, she thought he was messing with them. It was not until he doubled over - his uneven breathing becoming evident - that Eleanor realized what was happening. “Hey, hey, okay, okay,” she hushed, pushing herself through the crowd of Javi’s loved ones toward him. “Look at me.” he didn’t. He couldn’t. Regardless, she tried again. “Javi. Look at me.” She repeated, firmer this time. Now, when his gaze met hers, she let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. Javi, I need you to stay looking at me, and do exactly as I say, okay?” She said, holding his hands in each of hers. Together, counting in and out, Javi’s shaky breathing regained regularity. He often needed to squeeze his eyes shut to ignore all the eyes embarrassingly staring at him. Thankfully, soon it was over, and Eleanor’s grip on his hands lessened, reading his expression to see what to do next.

Jesus: Jesus frowned, noticing the beginning signs. He had seen it all before - the shaking, the sweating, the weakening of the knees - and knew exactly what was happening. “Give ‘em some room,” Jesus said, ushering everyone back as he broke through the back of the growing crowd of Javi’s loved ones. “Let him breathe.” He approached, kneeling in front of Javi, and placed a firm hand on one of his shoulders. “Hey man, I need you to look at me.” His voice was gentle, yet stern. Hard, yet soft. Javi naturally obeyed, as if his body did so automatically. “It’s gonna be okay,” Jesus said lowly. “But for that to happen, you’re gonna need to take some deep breaths with me.” Everyone was amazed at how confident Jesus was in everything he did, including comforting someone falling apart. “Follow my lead, got it? Not that that’s anything new to you.” Through his panicked breathing, Javi managed a faint scoff. “There he is,” Jesus said with a grin. “Now let’s get started. With me now, breathe in.”

━━━━━━ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 ♡ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

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the-delta-42 · 2 years ago

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Christa sighed as she put the revolver she took from Alvin onto a table, the five-year-old glared up at her, trying to look intimidating. She wondered if her daughter would look up at her like this, if she had survived. Christa let out another sigh, she’d given Clementine a fuck-ton of grief, because she inexplicably expected a ten-year-old know how to deliver a child. Christa regretted not going back to give Clem a proper burial, or stop her from reanimating.

“Okay, Alvin,” Sighed Christa, folding her arms across her chest, “why do you have a gun?”

“To protect myself.” Stated AJ.

“Does your mother know you have this?” Frowned Christa, looking at the gun.

“My mom died when I was born.”

“Okay, does your caretaker know you have this?” AJ stayed silent, making Christa sigh, “I’ll need to speak with them at the end of the day.”

AJ turned his gaze to the floor, making Christa crouch down, “Hey, it’s good you want to protect yourself, but constantly carrying a gun isn’t going to do that.”

AJ continued to stare at the ground, “Everything we’ve been through, she keeps getting hurt. She was almost killed by the guys at the last place we went to because she found out they sold their own people.”

Christa placed her hand on AJ’s shoulder, “We’re not going to do that here, you’re both safe.”

“Clementine knows the leaders here,” Said AJ, making Christa freeze, “I got hurt and Clem said we needed to find somewhere safe.”

“H-how long had you two been looking for ‘somewhere safe’?” Asked Christa, getting a frown from AJ.

“Three years.”

Clementine frowned at Sophie, there was something familiar about her, but she couldn’t tell what.

“Are you sure you’re up to this?” Asked Sophie, wringing a scarf in her hands, “You know, with your leg and all.”

“I’m sure I can milk some cows,” Said Clementine, “What’s it gonna do? Bite me?”

“I saw a guy get impaled by a bulls horns.” Shrugged Sophie, “Where’d you come from?”

“It’s a long story, do you want the full story or where we’ve just come from?” Asked Clementine, tipping her hat back to look up at Sophie.

“I’ll hear the full story tonight over a couple of drinks,” Offered Sophie, “I’ll take the immediate history.”

“We got in a car crash, looking for supplies.” Started Clementine, neither her or Sophie noticing Christa watching them from afar, she and Kate were teaching the children about animals. Normally Conrad would be with them, but he had guard duty.

“You still haven’t spoken to her?” Asked Kate, as the children clamoured around a horse.

“No, I can never find the time.” Sighed Christa, getting a sigh from Kate.

“Lingard said her boot’s coming off next week, you could approach her then.” Suggested Kate, before she noticed AJ wandering over to Clementine, “Or you could speak to her now.”

Christa spotted AJ, before walking up to him and Clementine.

“Marlon really tried to say you and AJ were the problem?” Demanded Sophie, “And Brody said nothing, after you saved her life?”

“Pretty much.” Sighed Clementine, leaning back and spotting AJ, “Hey, there, Goofball.”

AJ launched himself at Clementine and wrapped his little arms around Clementine’s neck.

“Whoa, AJ, what’s the matter?” Asked Clementine, placing a hand on AJ’s back.

“I missed you.” Said AJ, his voice muffled by Clementine’s neck.

“I’m okay, Goofball.” Murmured Clementine, gently rubbing AJ’s back.

Christa was taken aback at how old Clementine looked and sounded, despite the girl being no older than seventeen.

“The teacher wants to talk to you.” Mumbled AJ, burying his face into Clementine’s shoulder.

“Why?” Asked Clementine, frowning and looking at the top of AJ’s head.

“I took your gun into school.” Mumbled AJ, making Clementine groan and pinch the bridge of her nose.

“AJ,” Sighed Clementine, moving AJ away from her so she could look him in the eye, “it’s good that you know how to deal with walkers and protect yourself, but we’re safe here. We don’t need to keep carrying guns everywhere we go.”

AJ looked down, “Are, are you angry?”

“No, goofball,” Clementine ruffled his hair, “I’m worried about it, but I’m not angry.”

AJ gave a small, hesitant smile.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Asked Clementine, frowning, “I thought you were supposed to be in school.”

“The brought us here to look at the animals.” Said AJ, as Christa slowly walked up to them.

“I take it AJ didn’t tell you about the gun incident.” Said Christa, making Clementine look up.

“Christa?”

“Hey, Clem,” Christa swallowed, “it’s been a while.”

Javí heard Clementine scream. AJ had run up to him and Conrad, saying one of the walls had fallen down and Sophie needed help. When they arrived, they found Clementine and Gabe helping Sophie deal with the Muertos, allowing Javí, and the small group that came to help, to spread out and cut the flow off. Then there were two gunshots and Clementine was screaming as she kicked a Muerto off her, with a chunk of her leg in its mouth. He saw Sophie raise an axe above her head, and swing it down. Once. Twice. The third blow severed the leg with the bite on it. Gabe had Clementine’s head in his lap, a make-shift tourniquet wrapped around Clementine’s leg, just above the knee.

“What happened?” Asked Javí, as Gabe stared down at Clementine’s pale face.

“A, a walker grabbed her,” Said Sophie, breathing heavily, “she fell, I tried to shoot the walker, honestly, I did. Both times I shot, I, I hit Clementine. The,” Sophie swallowed thickly, “that walker bit into her leg.”

“Jesus.” Muttered Mike, moving closer to Clementine, “I’ll take her to Lingard or someone.”

Mike picked Clementine and took off running, leaving the group with a severed leg and a large patch of blood.

“Get guards here,” Said Javí, after a moment, “that hole in a weak spot in our defence.”

Conrad nodded and left, Javí gave everyone an assignment, except Gabe, Sophie and AJ. He looked at them, before sighing, “Go see Eleanor, I’ll go talk to some of the R&D guys and see about getting a leg made for Clementine.”

“Do you think they actually survived?” Asked Tenn, looking at Violet.

“Who?” She responded, staring up at the sky.

“Clem and AJ.” Said Tenn, making Violet freeze.

“I hope so, but it’s unlikely.” Said Violet, after a moment, before looking at Tenn, “Hopefully, if they did die, they prevented themselves from turning.”

“I hate that Marlon and Brody got off easy.”

“Me too.”

Clementine shakily walked across the room she and Eleanor were in. They were testing the new leg that Javí had made for her, she’d managed to make her way around the sides of the room.

“Okay,” Said Eleanor, moving into the centre of the room, “Clem, I want you to walk towards me.”

Clementine felt her foot twinge, and limped towards Eleanor. She got half-way, before her leg gave out on her. She crumpled to the floor, with Eleanor catching her before she could hit her head.

“You did great,” Soothed Eleanor, as Clementine took deep, shaky breaths, “you got closer to me than you did last time.”

“That’s only because I fell.” Gasped Clementine, staring at the leg, “I hate this. I hate this room, I hate this settlement, I hate this fucking leg!”

Clementine’s voice broke, “Why does it still hurt?”

“Phantom limb syndrome.” Answered Eleanor, sitting down next to Clementine, “The brain still thinks it has the leg and is send commands to it.”

“Why didn’t they kill me?” Whimpered Clementine, the cramp in her missing foot growing.

“We wanted to save you.” Said Eleanor, making Clementine snort.

“‘Save me’,” Scoffed Clementine, “I’m fucking useless. I can’t fight, I can’t hunt. I can’t every use the bathroom without someone helping me!”

“It’s all part of the process, Clem,” Sighed Eleanor, “let’s call it a day. Would you like help with your crutches or…”

“I’m fine.” Mumbled Clementine, getting up and hopping towards her crutches.

“Leave the leg on,” Ordered Eleanor, “the more you use it, the easier it’ll be.”

Clementine grunted.

The prosthetic chaffed Clementine’s healing stump. She gritted her teeth and looked around before she limped over to the nearest cow.

“I can handle things if you need to rest.” Offered Sophie, before recoiling at the glare Clementine threw at her.

“I’m. Fine.” Ground Clementine, before sitting down and knocking over the bucket she’d just put down, “For fucks sake.”

Bonnie wandered over from her post and picked the bucket up, before nervously looking at Clementine.

“Sophie, why don’t you take Clem to Eleanor or Paul?” Suggested Bonnie, getting a nod from Sophie.

“I don’t need to see them, I’m fine.” Protested Clementine, as Sophie pulled her up.

“You’re getting all het up about your bucket falling over,” Said Bonnie, looking at her, “you need more rest.”

“I don’t need to rest,” Clementine bit out, jerking out of Sophie’s grip, “I need to get this FUCKING JOB DONE WITHOUT KNOCKING SHIT OVER!”

Clementine’s yell made the cow jump and start to move away.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE!” Clementine pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to control her breathing.

Sophie quietly moved towards Clementine.

“I’m fine,” Stuttered Clementine, her voice breaking, “I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine…”

Clementine started to break down, her breaths coming out in short gasps. Bonnie wrapped an arm around Clementine’s shoulders, before looking up at Sophie, “Go get Eleanor.”

Sophie nodded and ran off towards the hospital.

Gabe silently looked down at the top of Clementine’s head, Eleanor had given her some sleeping pills and a couple of pain killers. Clementine’s leg had kept her awake for almost three days, before she finally collapsed out of exhaustion on top of Gabe. He winced as a small leg kicked his side, as AJ flopped out into a starfish as he slept. Gabe glanced up when someone knocked and opened the door.

“How is she?” Asked Kate, followed by Javí and Eleanor.

“She passed out about an hour ago,” Answered Gabe, shifting carefully, trying not to wake Clementine, “her leg’s been hurting her.”

“Phantom limb syndrome,” Said Eleanor, carefully walking around the sofa, “the brain still thinks the leg’s there, so it keeps sending signals for it to move.”

“That’s great.” Said Clementine, her voice muffled by Gabe’s chest.

“Clem,” Said Kate, surprised, “Sorry, we thought you were asleep.”

“The knock woke me.” Clementine pushed herself up and frowning at Javí, “What’s that?”

Gabe looked at the object in Javí’s arms.

“It’s a mirror.” Said Javí, “Eleanor found something that might help.”

“What, like looking at my reflection?” Snarked Clementine, throwing a glare at Javí, “I already know I look horrible.”

“Actually, the mirror’s for your leg.” Said Javí, “You’re going to need to roll over.”

Clementine huffed, but did as Javí said. He placed the mirror between her legs and positioned it so the reflection of her remaining leg was in line with the thigh of her amputated leg.

“Okay, Clem,” Said Eleanor, “I need to you to tense your leg up.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Ugh, fine.” Clementine tensed the leg, curling her toes to speed it up.

“Starting to cramp yet?” Asked Eleanor, getting a grunt from Clementine, “Okay, look at the mirror and release.”

Clementine did as she was told, looking at the mirror before releasing the tension she’d made in her leg.

“Oh my god.” Gasped Clementine, as the cramping feeling in her absent foot vanished, “What the fuck was that?”

“Mirror therapy, it helps with phantom limb syndrome.” Answered Eleanor, getting a sleepy nod from Clementine.

“Okay.” Was all Clementine could say before she fell asleep.

“Well,” Said Kate, after a moment, “that was quick.”

Clementine limped into the paddock holding one of the cows. AJ had suggested wrapping her stump in something so it wouldn’t chafe against the prosthetic. Eleanor had taken one look at it and, along with Lingard, given her some Vaseline and showed her how to roll the fabric of the liner and suspension sleeve onto her stump, instead of pulling it on. Gabe had also made a strap to help keep the prosthetic on.

“Clementine?” Asked Sophie, poking her head out, “You’re back?”

“Yeah, how long was I out?” Asked Clementine, limping toward the red-head.

“It’s been three days since we last saw you.” Answered Sophie, getting a wince from Clementine.

“I was asleep for three days?”

“Two-and-a-half.” Corrected Gabe, bringing a bucket into the paddock, “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“Eleanor and Lingard said I could work, so I am.” Retorted Clementine, giving him a short scowl.

Her face softened, before she stood on her toes and gave Gabe a kiss, “I’ll be fine. Sophie’s with me.”

Gabe put the bucket down and wrapped an arm around Clementine’s waist, “I know. I just can’t get the image of you all pale after… y’know…”

Clementine gave him another kiss, “Babe, trust me. I’ll be fine.”

Gabe sighed, before give Clementine a peck, “I’ll see you later.”

“Back at you.” Responded Clementine, as Gabe walked away, “What?” she asked when she noticed the disgusted look on Sophie’s face.

“That was so cute, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

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