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Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “The Nurse and Her Stitches

Title: The Nurse and Her Stitches Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Louis Summary: After Marlon gets a wound on his chest while hunting, Clementine offers to help clean and stitch it up for him. What she doesn’t expect, is Marlon trying to kiss her during the process. Author's Note: omg okay ALSO I didn't wanna write about stitches because tbh the way the plot worked out didn't make sense to stitch up the wound. Forgive meeeee I think it works better this waaay Requested By: Anonymous support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

“Marlon, you idiot!” was not the first thing Marlon expected to hear upon returning to Ericson after a failed hunting session. Louis had taken one of the blonde’s arms and swung it over his shoulders, lugging him back from the hunting grounds when Clementine darted up the front walk to meet them.

“Good to see you too.”

“I told you to not get hurt.” Clem scoffed. “I told you to be careful.”

“Funny how things work out.”

She would’ve smacked him, but a part of her was worried it would make the arrow buried in his shoulder harder to get out or, even worse, would cause him more pain. “How did this happen?”

“I shot,” Louis began, deciding to take the metaphorical bullet — or, in this case, arrow — for his best friend. “I missed, and Marlon just so happened to be in my line of sight.”

Clem raised a brow. “Why were you aiming an arrow at Marlon?”

Clem slipped in at Marlon’s side, irritated as she forced one of his arms over her own shoulders and positioned herself to carry his weight. “I’ll take him from here.”

Louis didn’t debate. He stepped away almost too quickly and raised his hands in surrender. Marlon shot daggers his way, knowing why he did so, while Clementine blindly dragged the blonde to Ericson’s front doors, so she could tend to her.

Once they hit the office, Clementine released her grip as they wandered by his desk. “Sit.”

Marlon obeyed. He never wanted to argue when Clementine was frustrated, even though the situation that made her so wasn’t entirely his fault.

“Jacket off.” Clem said, popping open the first aid kit, focusing on pulling bits of fuzz off the bandage roll rather than invade Marlon's privacy by watching him. Clementine was often the one that helped Marlon when he was injured as she was often the one who pleaded with him the most to be careful. Everyone else foolishly assumed he always would. He was the leader, after all.

They were wrong.

Clem always saw past that. She didn’t see Marlon as the leader, she saw him as an equal. An equal capable of making mistakes, of getting hurt, and of being an idiot with his best friend while hunting. What could be, and should, expected of the average Ericson member.

“What happened out there?” Her back was still facing the male as she twirled her fingers through the fabric, unwinding the soon-to-be-used bandages, ensuring they were clean enough for use.

Marlon groaned as he peeled his jacket off as commanded, forcing himself to take a real look at the wound. The arrow jetting out of his shirt was disconcerting, so he turned away again. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Oh I do.” Clem said, content with the bandages and turning to the contents of the rest of the kit, eventually lifting it from its place and bringing it beside the male. “And I’m going to.”

“Clem--”

Marlon heard the tearing of fabric and the popping of the disinfectant bottle and snapped his mouth shut. Despite being the leader of Ericson, Clementine really knew how to control him. More than anyone, really. A part of him was jealous, wishing he could take control of a situation the way she could. He’d done it before, but he hated ever how it was his anger that took control rather than him actually being respected. But on the other hand, he just admired her for it.

Clementine never needed to worry about being respected. She was every time she walked into a room, which was hard to believe considering the hostility her and AJ faced when they first joined Ericson. Now, Marlon would argue they were the most respected and admired people at the school to date. He could never figure out how she did it - how she managed to appeal to so many so easily.

“Okay,” Clem said, her voice soft in comparison to its previously bitter tone. “I’m going to take out the arrow now, then I’m going to press this against it.” She lifted up a tattered piece of fabric.

Marlon squinted at the cloth through his pained, ragged breaths, then glanced at Clem’s shirt. Only then did he realize she’d torn a chunk of fabric off of her for him to use. He looked up at her, his gaze confused and conflicted. Why was she going so far out of her way for him? “That’s yours,” he finally said.

“Is that okay?” She finally asked, dipping her head in for clarity, knowing his answer wouldn’t sway her using it.

“You didn’t need to do that.”

Clementine proceeded despite his protest. She wanted his wound dealt with as fast as possible. She couldn’t imagine the pain he was in — despite Marlon hating showing it — and they needed to get it disinfected and wrapped as soon as possible. “I’m just trying to take care of you,” she said as she worked.

She placed a hand on his opposing shoulder, and her other set the folded compress cloth against his leg before gripped the end of the arrow. Then, taking a deep breath, she curled her fingers tighter and gave one, solid tug.

It popped out, but not without a wail from Marlon and blood spritzing the girl in front of him. Frankly, it was the least of her concerns. As quickly as she could, she grabbed the compress cloth and placed it against the gash. Her eyes fled to his, watching how they squeezed closed, trying to suppress his wails.

His lips squeezed, the cries of pain locked behind them. It caused any sound he made — any sound he tried to make — muffled and strained. Each jolt of his body and each pulse of the wound send another jab of pain into her own chest. How badly she wished he could just open up with how he was feeling. About how he was doing. He was always trying so hard to be the strong, tough leader that he forgot it was okay to be vulnerable.

“Marlon--”

He parted his lips and let out a wail through gritted teeth, and Clementine’s gaze grew more strained and terrified. In the midst of his pain, one of his hands lifted and settled on hers, keeping the compress in place. “I’m okay,” he forced out, even though Clem knew he was lying, and even though Marlon knew she knew. She could read him like a book — it’s part of the reason he wanted her there rather than Ruby.

Clem studied him skeptically before staring at their hands. It was warm and sweaty, probably from the agonizing pain she had forced him through, but it also felt like something else. It felt perfect. Right there where it was: on top of hers. With hers.

She snapped her gaze away. She didn’t have time to daydream. “Okay, uhm,” reluctantly, she slipped her hand out from under his own, instead using both of her palms to keep his hand in place. “I’m just going to grab the disinfectant, okay?”

Marlon’s eyes heaved open, tears forced to the corners, and Clementine could feel her chest cracking. Her hands lingered on his, hoping to make sure he knew how little she wanted to let go. He could tell. “Okay,” he said.

Clementine moved as quickly as she could, detaching from him and rummaging through the first aid kit to grab everything she needed — disinfectant, cotton pads, bandages, and moisture cloths. With everything she needed, she darted back to Marlon. “Okay, you’re okay,”

Marlon didn’t know if he believed that, but let Clem continue her work.

“I’m going to need to slip the shoulder of your shirt off,” she said. Frankly, she couldn’t believe the words were leaving her mouth. If she wasn’t so hyper-focused on keeping Marlon from losing too much blood, she probably would’ve blushed.

Marlon groaned in response, eyes winding closed again. Carefully, Clem pulled his compress away from the wound, peeled the stained fabric away from his skin, and tugged it away from his shoulder. “Okay, okay,” she repeated to herself, her breathing panicked and her movements jittery.

She took one of the wipes and brushed around the wound, cleaning as much of the dried blood as she could to get a better look. She could hear Marlon restrained groans, and could feel how his fists were squeezing his knees to distract him from the pain. She wanted nothing more than to hold his hand, but bit her lower lip as she forced herself to focus.

She lifted one of her cotton swabs, poured disinfectant on it, and took a deep breath. She set a hand on top of his and went in without warning. Marlon inhaled the moment it hit the wound, and she could feel him continue until she pulled away, done. “I’m so sorry,” she hushed.

Marlon exhaled, a relieved sigh. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

Clem smirked as she reached for the rolled bandages. “Are you actually gonna be careful when you go hunting next time?”

Marlon smirked and shrugged, but only with his uninjured shoulder. He watched as she took a deep breath and, now that he wasn’t so drowned in his own pain, felt the quiver of her fingers as they touched his skin, starting to wrap him in bandages. “Why have you been so nervous doing this?” His finally asked.

His voice was tired and rough, and Clementine could tell he was exhausted. She couldn’t blame him. She shrugged as she worked. “I just worry about you.” She was met with silence. “It’s why I always tell you to be careful when you go hunting, even if you don’t do it.”

She could feel him chuckle, and she paused her wrapping to let the happy feeling float through him. “Why do you worry?”

“Because I know you, Marlon.” She scoffed playfully. “You act tough, but you’re a softie. You just want someone to care. And I do.”

The playful nature of their argument shifted, and Marlon’s stance changed. Clem was too focused on her work to dare look up and study him. “Why do you say that?”

Clem smirked. “I can tell, Marlon. I’ve seen my fair share of people who put on a tough facade while they’re hurting. I know that you try to be strong for the people around you, the ones that depend on you, and I know that you want to be vulnerable but don’t know how to be.”

Marlon studied her, mouth open, amazed at how observant she was. Amazed at how intelligent she was. Every day she found new ways to amaze him — new ways to prove to him that she knew him better than anyone.

“I want you to know that you don’t need to pretend around me,” she said softly, holding a part of the bandage as she wound it tighter. “I want to be strong for you just as you are for everyone else here.”

Then, in the midst of her work, and in the midst of her speaking, she felt a finger slip under her chin and pull her gaze up. The stare of Marlon’s that bore back at her wasn’t one she recognized — it wasn’t one she expected. It was soft, and gentle, and heated.

Then, without warning, he kissed her.

Clementine inhaled as his lips drew closer to hers, and could feel a gasp escape her as his pressed to her own. She couldn’t have helped it, though. Never in her wildest dreams did she think this moment would come: that Marlon would see her as anything more than just another Ericson member under his leading thumb.

Then he pulled away, wanting nothing more than to pull her back in for more. He restrained, needing to see how she reacted, what she thought, how she felt.

Clementine stood breathless, one of her fingers brushing at her lips, eyes wide and awed. Staring back at her, his expression was equally confused — debating whether he made the right call, if he’d freaked her out, if she was going to reciprocate.

She cleared her throat nervously, staring down at the bandages she’d abandoned for their moment and scrambled to finish them. “Should we go out and meet the others?”

Normally, Marlon would’ve called the response to his gesture a fail, but seeing the way pink hugged her cheeks he was on the fence about if he would dare call it that.

His gaze was soft and vulnerable as she finished up and pulled away, as if he’d opened his chest out to her and was waiting for a response. Tugging his jacket over his shoulders, he nodded. “Sure,”

And, as she made her way to the door, she paused and held out her hand to him.

Marlon paused, stared at it, and shifted his gaze back to her. All she could do in response was smile. Gleefully, he slipped his hand into hers, lacing their fingers, feeling the warmth that flooded through him at her touch. Then, he knew it was a success. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

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new marlontine fic coming your way tonight :)))

[yellowsugarwords]

Will you do romantic marlon and clem headcanons? Just how do you think they would act around each other if they were in a committed relationship ?

I’m merging this request with this one so we can get crushing marlentine and dating marlentine ❤️

From the instant Marlon set eyes on Clementine, he was desperate for her to stay at Ericson.

Everyone thought it was because he saw her as an asset.

The fact that she was adorable was a bonus.

Clementine had a lot of respect for Marlon after he brought her into Ericson.

Tenn confessed when tending to her bandages that Marlon was the one that carried her in, and that he tended to AJ while she was knocked out.

She respected him even more that day.

The fact that he was cute as a bonus.

Their first day there, Clementine asked Marlon what she and AJ needed to do to stay.

“You just had a head injury. Your job is to rest.”

Clementine could feel her jaw drop in surprise. Even more so when he flashed her a sweet smile, and told her to go lie down.

AJ made a comment about Marlon’s mullet at dinner. “It looks funny.”

Marlon smirked. “I want to stand out. Is it working?” Marlon turned to give AJ a side-view. “Think I could be a model?”

AJ giggled.

Marlon smiled when his eyes settled on Clementine. She was already staring back.

Marlon watched in awe as Clementine cleared the traps the next day. She was cute, and a badass.

Clementine made dinner one night that week.

It was the best meal he’d had since the apocalypse started.

Marlon saw Clementine struggling to replace her bandages when he passed by her room one day.

He asked if she wanted help. She said yes, but he could see the embarrassment in her eyes.

He said he was amazed she survived it. “I’m a tough cookie.” She said.

Marlon knew he was smitten with her.

Marlon made dinner a few nights later, and asked Clementine to eat it just with him and not the others.

AJ was with Tenn, so she agreed.

He sat right up against her arm on top of the fence and asked her about her life’s story.

It was the sweetest dinner she’d ever had.

Marlon and Clementine were clearing traps the next day. A walker was still alive in one of the traps Marlon was resetting.

The rope snapped and Marlon fell back, losing his weapon.

Clementine jumped on the walker and stabbed it when she had it pinned.

She sliced her hand open on the not-yet-used barbed wire in the process, and Marlon rushed her back inside.

Marlon was the one who tended to her cut.

“It isn’t bad enough for stitches, right?” Her voice shook as she spoke. Their eyes met, and he could see them quivering.

Marlon cleaned and wrapped her cut as delicately as possible, asking her every minute if she was okay.

She terrified herself to keep him safe.

He knew she needed her to be his.

The next day Marlon pulled her into his office.

“We live short lives in this world,” he said, getting closer to her. “I don’t want mine to end one day knowing I didn’t tell you that I liked you.”

Clementine smiled, her cheeks rosy. “It’s good to know you feel the same.”

Marlon had never been happier.

Clementine came back inside one night to Marlon reading a sleepy-AJ a book.

She knew she was dating the right guy.

“Clementine needs to be the one to do it.” Violet said, pleading with Marlon for Clementine to be the one to take out walkers across their fishing river. “She has the best shot.”

“She’ll be outnumbered.” Marlon stepped in front of Clem as he spoke. “She’s not doing it alone.”

“Nobody else has a shot like hers.” Violet snapped. Marlon shook his head. “Then we’ll get someone who does.”

Clementine came back from dish duty the next night to a bundle of dandelions on her bed.

“Marlon and I picked them.” AJ said.

Clementine found a jar to put them in as a make-shift vase beside her bed.

She tended to them every day.

Marlon came outside one day to Clementine rubbing Rosie’s belly and giggling.

He hadn’t grinned that big in years.

Clementine found Marlon training with his bow the next day.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t tell him she saw.

Marlon and Clem always sat beside each other at dinner and during the game of war after.

If Louis ever asked a question that crossed a line, his hand would settle on her back.

“Tell us about Lee, Clem.” Louis said one night, flicking his card to the middle of the table. “We don’t know specifics.”

Marlon’s grip on her back tightened. “Louis, drop it.”

Louis never mentioned Lee after that.

Violet told Clem Marlon gave him a talking to that night.

Clementine saw Marlon watching her from the gate as she left for hunting duty the next day.

It was sweet how he worried.

Clementine watched Marlon practice shooting his bow every morning.

It was adorable.

A few days later, Clementine was ready to take down the walkers by their fishing lake.

“I’m coming with you.” Marlon said, setting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not about to let you go alone.”

Clementine smiled. “You don’t need to.”

“My girl isn’t going out there alone. Not on my watch. Not without me.”

They kissed for the first time that day.

Clementine had never felt so alive.

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Ooooo! What about a highschool AU Marlentine Headcanon???

omg this is PURE.

Marlon has always been captain of Ericon High School’s football team.

He was their MVP for 3 years in a row.

Clementine hates sports, and hates them more when her guidance counsellor assigns her - the lead of the school’s computer science program - to aid sport students’ studies.

The football coach refuses to let his players fail a class and drop the sport.

Clementine is promised full credits for the two semesters worth of gym classes.

She takes it.

Clementine waits in the computer lab for her assigned partner to arrive.

He comes in half an hour late and has a mullet.

Clementine immediately hates him.

Marlon wanders into the computer lab swatting a football back and forth.

His tutor glares. “Can you drop the ball? I don’t want you breaking anything.”

Marlon immediately hates her.

They worked on his English essay for 45 minutes before the girl, who Marlon learned was named Clementine, closed his notebook. “We’re done for today.”

Marlon raised an eyebrow. “We just started.” “That’s what you get for being half an hour late.” She scoffed.

Marlon thought she had guts.

It didn’t mean he liked it.

Marlon passed Clementine sitting at a lunch table the next day. She was eating with what looked like her younger brother.

He thought it was dorky.

Clementine passes by the football field on her walk to her bus every day after school.

She spotted Marlon warming up for practice.

His scrawny mullet looked even dumber over his big uniform.

They met three times a week: Monday, Wednesday, Thursday. They both dreaded it.

On Wednesday, Clementine showed up early.

Marlon was already there. She raised an eyebrow. “You told me not to be late.” He said.

Clementine respected his respect of her time, but assumed it was more convenient for his grades.

They worked for the full hour and 15 minutes.

Marlon finished his essay and Clementine helped him proofread.

“Do you think it’ll do okay?” Clem shrugged to his question. “I think it’s B worthy.”

Marlon scrunched his nose. “You couldn’t help me write it to be A worthy?” Clem smirked. “You have to earn respect for me to help with that.”

Marlon took it as a challenge.

Marlon liked challenges.

Marlon saw Clementine eating with her younger brother the next day.

Clementine spotted him. He gave her a nod.

She didn’t reciprocate.

That day after school, Marlon walked in right on time.

“Math homework today.” He said and groaned. “My favourite.”

Clementine smirked at his sarcasm. “Luckily for you, it actually is my favourite.”

Marlon smirked back. “Are you gonna help me get an A on this one?” Clementine laughed. “B+.”

Marlon decided he didn’t hate Clementine.

Clementine was packing her bags for the bus and passed football practice again the next day.

Marlon was sitting on the bench on the phone. He seemed worried.

He glanced up and caught her staring. She hesitated, then gave a small nod.

He gave one back.

Marlon learned his teammate’s grades weren’t improving like his.

“All my tutor and I do is make out.” One said. Another confessed all they did was play on their phones.

Marlon felt out of the loop.

Marlon got a B- on his essay.

He knew Clementine would be proud. It made him smile.

Clementine was proud.

She didn’t hate Marlon anymore.

Clementine wandered passed Marlon’s math class on her way to the bathroom.

Marlon was working at his desk. His friends around him were on their phones, chatting.

One of them nudged his shoulder, annoyed he wasn’t talking with them. Marlon, annoyed, brushed them off.

Clementine’s heart sank when they teased him for working.

Clementine was helping AJ with homework at lunch when Marlon passed by alone.

His friends were walking a few paces ahead, not including him in their dialogue.

Clementine gave a small wave.

He gave a sad nod.

Marlon came in 10 minutes late on Wednesday. He seemed panicked.

“Sorry, my little brother had an incident at school. I needed to go pick him up.” Clementine raised a brow. “What happened?”

“He got beat up.”

Clementine frowned. “Don’t worry about it.”

Clementine decided to not get upset over him being late anymore.

Marlon’s teammates no longer hung out with him.

They said he was too focused on school.

Marlon walked by Clementine’s lunch table alone the next day.

“Marlon,” she said. He looked up. She patted the seat beside her.

She asked him about how practice was going.

Marlon decided he liked Clementine.

Seeing the way his eyes lit up when he talked about football, Clem decided she liked him too.

“There’s the nerd.” Marlon glanced up as practice wrapped up and saw Clementine, trudging after a long day to the bus stop.

One of his friends threw a football at her. Marlon tensed.

“Clementine!” He yelled. Clementine looked up. The ball just barely missed her face.

His teammates groaned. Marlon grabbed his stuff and started past his team. “Fuck you guys.” He groaned.

He walked Clementine to her bus stop. She didn’t talk much.

He could tell she was shaken.

“I quit the team.” Marlon said at the end of their Thursday meeting.

Clementine’s jaw dropped. “But you love football.” “I don’t love the people.” He countered.

Clementine frowned. “So I guess you don’t meet me to tutor you anymore, huh?”

“No.” He responded plainly. “I guess not.”

They got their stuff and headed out for the night.

“Clem?” Marlon asked. She turned around, surprised by the nickname. “I don’t need you to tutor me,” he began. “But that means I can finally take you out for coffee.”

Clementine’s jaw dropped.

They both couldn’t wait for tomorrow.