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New Goodbyes

Clementine's P.O.V.

The sun was starting to set by the time we reached a road. I'm exhausted from running. As the sweat falls from my forehead, I can feel my eyes stinging and my throat burning. A cramp was starting to form in my leg, so I sat down and rested it. When I looked up, I found Louis and A.J. standing in front of me, out of breath and hunched over.

"Shit." Louis hissed through his teeth, peering at the setting sun just over the horizon. "We went farther than I thought."

"We had to. They were on our tail. We had no choice." I reminded him.

"Clem?" A.J. approached me, hugging my side and shutting his eyes. "There were so many...I couldn't keep up. Louis had to carry me."

I went to thank him, but he wasn't paying any attention. He was focused on the dimming sunlight, his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes narrowed. He straightened himself and crossed his arms, kicking some nearby pebbles and throwing his arms into the air exasperatedly. I can tell just from his posture he's as tired as I am.

"Well, this is just great. I have no idea where we are. We're farther than the safe zone, that's for damn sure." He looked down at the dirt and frowned. "Looks like everyone else got lost, too."

"We'll find them. They can't be any farther from us." I looked around in search of any anyone. "A.J.? You still have those binoculars?"

He took them out of his pocket. "Yeah."

"Use them to look around. See if you find Willy, Tenn, or...anybody."

He nodded and held them up to his eyes, standing on the road and looking around. Louis sighed and plopped down beside me. From the corner of my eye, I could see he was looking at my leg. I was clutching it in fear of making the pain any worse. As much as I wanted to get on my feet and look for our friends, I can't do anything but sit here until the aching goes away.

"Sorry for losing it a bit there." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm just a little worried since, you know, we've been losing everybody lately..."

"I understand. We just got them back but the herd was still big. We didn't know except to run for our lives. It didn't help we were getting gunned down, too."

"To be honest, I have no idea how we all made it in one piece. Speaking of which, are you...okay?"

"Me? Yeah." I glanced down at the leg I was holding. "I must've strained a hamstring or something."

"Oh, shit. No wonder you kept slowing down."

"It'll pass. I just need time to...rest." I clenched my teeth just moving it a little. "What about yo-"

"Clem! I think I see someone!"

We both perked up as A.J. alarmed us, passing me the binoculars and pointing somewhere to my right. When I looked through them, I found a small figure signalling with their arms. From this distance, it looked like Omar. I smiled as I removed them and handed them back to A.J., going to get up but stopping once I felt my leg swell.

"Ah..fuck!"

"Here. I'll carry you." Louis offered, getting up and leaning to my level. I looked at him incredulously.

"Me? Are you serious? I'm heavier than A.J. is."

"Not like you have a choice, sweetheart."

Those were the only words he said before picking me up by using one hand behind my shoulders and the other cupped just under my knee. I was brought up to his chest with ease. I heard the slight groan he made once he was holding me, but when he got a better grip, he smiled. A.J. started to lead us and he followed after, walking slowly and as close to the road as possible. I was left staring at his face in awe, still perplexed at the newfound knowledge that he can actually carry me.

He noticed my stare and chuckled. "You're looking at me like I just solved world hunger or something."

"I didn't think you could carry me."

"If I remember right, wasn't it you who said you look for strength in a partner? Well, I'm here to sweep you off your feet, end of the world or not." He winked at me again. My cheeks turned crimson.

"Wow, really? Okay, Prince Charming. You have me in your arms. But only because I can't walk right now."

"I was bound to carry you at some point anyway. Actually, what was it they called this again? When two people get married and the groom carries his bride? Oh, right. Bridal style."

I was flustered, for some god forsaken reason. I struggled just getting the words out of my mouth. "Wh- when did--"

"You two look like you're having fun."

We both snapped our heads in the direction of the voice, only to see Omar looking at us in return. He had his arms crossed and his lips formed into a smile, his eyes scanning us up and down. The blush on my cheeks grew as I attempted to get out of Louis' arms, but stopped when my leg acted up again, letting out a pained noise.

Louis grit his teeth. "Yeah, she hurt her leg, I think. Where's the rest of you guys?"

"We found this abandoned shack. Took shelter in it." He pointed behind him. "The rest are in there right now. I think there's a bed she can lay in."

"Thanks." I looked at A.J. and motioned to it. "You go ahead and scope it out for me, okay, kiddo?"

"Yes, ma'am!" He exclaimed before running off. Omar followed after him. I was left alone with Louis, who looked a little too happy to have me in his arms for this long. I rolled my eyes until they reached the back of my head.

"You can put me down now, you know."

"No, I don't think so. You sounded horrible trying to wedge out of my grip." I felt him hold on tighter. "I'll get you inside, okay? That's the least I can do."

I smiled and let my hand rest on his chest, moving my head so it was laying on his shoulder. "Okay. That sounds good."

I allowed him to take me inside and A.J. found us coming in. He held the door open for us and closed it after. It was dark and the only source of light right now was coming from outside of the windows. Well, from the parts that weren't boarded up. I could hear someone around us lighting a match but couldn't make out who. When a candle was lit, I heard Willy's voice call out in triumph.

"Hell yeah!"

I made out a bed in the left corner of the room now that it was illuminated. Louis found it and brought me to it, laying me over the old, scratched up blankets. I sighed in relief when the pressure was taken off my leg. As I rested there, I could hear the rest of the kids talking. It looked like Omar, Willy, Tennessee, Aasim, and Ruby made it in here. But Violet was nowhere to be found.

"How long are we going to be in here? It reeks. I think something died somewhere." Aasim waved in front of his nose.

"Just as long as we know they aren't searching for us. The ones that are left, at least." Ruby responded. "Could be an hour, could be a day. We just need to make sure."

"C-Can I have some water?" Tennessee asked. Louis grabbed a bottle from a nearby shelf and looked it over before handing it to him. "Than-thanks."

They all conversed some more but I found my eyes shutting before I could listen. I let the fatigue of my body overcome my mind, and before I knew it, I couldn't see anything but darkness. I relaxed on the mattress and fell asleep listening to all of their voices.

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I was woken up by a small pair of hands shortly after. I opened my eyes and looked around before finding A.J. by the side of the bed. His eyes were wide and his hands were clenching the side of my arm tightly. I recognized that look. It was when he saw something that wasn't good. I returned it with a worried expression of my own.

"Is everything okay?" I asked. He looked behind him and bit his lower lip.

"No, Clem, there's...there's someone in the bathroom."

"Really?" I shot up in my bed.

I looked around and found the room empty besides Aasim sitting across from me with a book in his hands. I curled my body up until I could slide my legs over the mattress. The pain was as good as gone now. I let A.J. bring me to the back of the room and opened the door that was slightly ajar.

I could hear everyone's voices from inside and saw them huddling over a figure in the bathtub. I couldn't make out what they looked like but attempted to see through their arms. It was then I heard a different voice scream, sounding shakier than anyone else's.

"GET BACK! I will kill any of you if you get any fucking closer!"

Instinctively, they all took a step back. Willy bumped into me and turned around. I took this opportunity to slip in between the gap that was created and look at who was inside. The sight made my mouth go agape and my jaw hang in surprise. I was shocked when I recognized who it exactly was.

"...Christa?" I asked, softly.

The figure's eyes turned to me slowly. That was all I needed to see. Their mouth hung open as they registered the sight of me. I heard her voice again, and that time I really knew who it was.

"Clementine?"

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"Okay, you CAN'T be telling me this is a coincidence." Aasim gestured to the bed, where Christa was currently resting. "Clementine knew who Lily was and now she knows who this woman is. This...this HAS to be some sort of plan or, or something."

"It's just a coincidence." I reply in return, glaring at him slightly. "Not everyone I've known has died."

"It is a little weird..." Tennessee added. "Is-Is she good?"

I turned to my head to look at her again. Christa looked the same, but was different at the same time. The last time I saw her was when she was wearing a brown jacket with a white shirt. Now she was in a torn blue jacket with a tank top underneath, which looked equally as worn. She had no shoes on and her pants had holes everywhere. What looked the most different was that she had her hair down now, her long strands blocking the sight of her eyes every so often.

She looked tired. Defeated. Like she's been through as much as I have after we got separated. It was hard to find the Christa I once knew inside of her - something has changed, but I had yet to know what it was.

"Okay then, uh, Christa, was it?" Aasim continued. "Just what are you doing here? And who are you working for?"

"No one. I'm working for no one." Her voice quivered. "This is my home. At least it was until you all barged in here."

Aasim didn't look like he believed her. I shot everyone daggers in their directions as I came to Christa's side on the bed, moving a chair so I could sit next to her. A.J. was watching me intently in the background, not saying a word.

"Christa, I can't believe you're alive. I thought...I thought those scavengers killed you." I added regrettably, "I never got to thank you for covering me."

"You're alive, Clementine." She looked at me and smiled. The first time she's done that since we came. "I thought you were dead, too..."

"What are you doing out here?"

She looked away from me and at the floor. Everyone around us was watching in silence, intrigued in my reunion with my old guardian. I was especially surprised to find Louis standing to the side, completely quiet. I'd have thought he'd make a comment by now. About something. Anything. The fact that he hasn't is making me uncomfortable.

"They got me. I tried to run, but it wasn't any use. They cornered me on a rock and I couldn't jump. There was a river. It was going so rapid..." Her eyes looked completely drained. "I pleaded with them not to kill me. And they were about to until one of them told me to come with them."

She took a breath. I noticed her hands were shaking. I placed my hand on her knee and she smiled in return, relaxing under my touch.

"They brought me to their place and told me they were becoming bandits. Asked me to join them." She sniffled. "I had to. They were going to kill me if I refused. They made me do so many awful things. Steal from people. Aim guns at their heads." Her gaze shifted downwards again. "I even became their leader at some point."

My gaze softened. "Christa-"

"Oh, thank god. I thought you were going to lie about that." Aasim interrupted, getting everyone's attention. "Says in here you were leaving them. What brought that up?"

"You took my diary? What the hell kind of an asshole are you!?" She snapped, standing from the bed. "You break into my house and then you go through my shit?"

"Christa, they're with me. They don't mean ANY harm." I insisted. When I looked at them for approval, I was met with hesitant faces. They nodded in unison slowly, obliging her to sit back down and take a deep breath. She looked back at me and turned completely so we were facing each other.

"I did leave them. I didn't want to do all of their fucked up shit for them anymore. So I ran. Ran as far as I could and stopped when I found somewhere to hide. Decided to make this place my home. Refuge from the walkers. All by myself."

My frown deepened as she finished her story, feeling my heart sink as she told it. She suddenly turned back to me and smiled weakly, moving her own hand so it was on my knee. Then she looked at my face and climbed her palm up until it was in my hair. She ran her fingers through it and stopped when she felt my pigtails, shaking her head slightly.

"You've grown so much. Lee would be so proud you've made it this far."

I went to smile, but the guilt overcame me. Survivor's guilt. Memories flooded of all the people in my head again - all of those who have died at my sake. I trembled as I held her arm. I could feel myself shaking and took a sharp breath, trying not to let myself break at the mention of Lee. Now that Lily is gone, she might...Christa just might be the last one to have seen him last besides myself.

"Is it okay if we stay here? We only need cover from some raiders we're hiding from. Blew up their place so they shouldn't be around long, but we don't want to risk it."

She looked troubled at my question, but nodded anyway. "Of course. You and your...friends can stay as you long as you need." Her smile dropped. "I...I just need to tell you something later, is all."

I squeezed her hand and nodded gently before letting go. She returned it and rested back on the bed, turning so she could face the wall. When I looked around, I noticed the puzzled and surprised faces around me. I bit my lip and came forward, shrugging awkwardly.

"Well, you heard her. We can stay as long as we need to."

"Do you think it'd be appropriate to talk outside?" Ruby glanced at Christa's figure on the bed. "Just so it can be a little more private? Troubled kids to another?"

"Yeah, sure. We can talk outside." I agreed.

I followed them through the door and once we were out of earshot, they all surrounded me. A.J. came to my side automatically, looking like he had a lot of questions, too. I braced myself for what was about to happen. I knew how questionable this whole thing was, considering what just happened only an hour ago.

"Who's Christa?" A.J. was the first to ask. The rest of the kid's voices followed suit.

"Yeah, she looks...kinda old." "She knew this Lee guy, too?" "I don't like her one bit. Her cursive is awful." "How do you know so many people, Clem?" "Can we trust her?" "I'm not sure what to think..."

"Guys, guys." I stopped them by waving my hands. "I have no idea what Christa is like now. All I can tell you is she used to be my guardian. After my friend Lee died. She took care of me and we got separated after being ambushed. I haven't seen her since."

"But will she, like, kill us in our sleep?" Louis asked. Before I could respond, Omar cut in.

"She said she worked for bandits. That's a red flag right there if I've ever heard one. How can we trust her just because she knows Clem? You guys know what happened last time!" He noticed my look and frowned. "Sorry..."

"She doesn't seem so bad. Kind of looks...frail, actually." Ruby added. "As fragile as a flower."

I frowned. Christa seemed like she was in bad shape. Her eyes looked different and she kept shaking. I hadn't even noticed how skinny she was underneath that baggy jacket. Her hair was a mess and she reeked of walkers...she looked the exact opposite of how I remembered her, coming to think of it.

"We won't have to deal with her for very long if you don't like her." I told them. "We only have to stay for a few hours, maybe. In that time, we'll keep an eye out and make sure nothing suspicious happens. Deal?"

Everyone nodded in return. "Deal."

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There were some loud gunshots only an hour after that happened. We all ducked inside and remained as quiet as possible, hiding wherever we could. Christa seemed unfazed at the trouble we were exactly bringing. She even offered to look out of the window for us and let us know it was safe. Things were tense and, as I was sitting on the bed in the other room, all I could do was stare at the wall and hope that time would pass quickly.

I heard the door open and turned, finding Louis in the doorway. He closed the door behind him and approached me. He waved weakly, managing a small 'hi'. I returned one that sounded pathetic. He sat beside me on the bed, only a couple of inches away from me. We both stared at the floor for a long time before he had the courage to muster up the first words.

"So, how are you feeling about using this place as shelter?" He motioned to the bullet holes in the wall and the broken glass in the corner. "Looks just as good as that boat. Can't be any better than a motel, right?"

"You'd be surprised." I had the courage to smile. "We don't really have a choice either way. This is the best we can get."

"Ah, you're right. I forgot all about the luxurious, old, scratchy sheets and the leaking roof and the filthy bathroom. All we're missing now is the 5 star treatment of dead rats served on a silver platter."

I nudged his arm, laughing a little. "Can you take this seriously? We may as well be hiding for our lives right now!"

"I'll start taking things seriously when you can admit that this place makes the boarding school look like a 5 star hotel."

"Louis, I swear to god--"

"Before you hit me, just remember that I carried you here!You can't be mad at me for risking my knees for you."

Before I could retort with anything sarcastic or witty, a voice interrupted us.

"You two seem close."

We turned at the same time and found Christa standing across from us, wearing a tired but knowing smile. My palms grew sweaty as I attempted to think of a response. I don't understand why I feel this nervous. Louis teases everyone and even that still applies to me. But Christa was someone I knew from my childhood...someone I'd consider more of a family than I ever did with Lily.

Louis spared me the favor by doing one of his incredibly awkward replies. "And, uh, how long have YOU been standing there? Or are you just really quiet because I didn't hear a damn thing when you opened that door."

She giggled, her throat sounding hoarse. "Don't worry about me. I just found you two pushing each other. I thought it was cute."

I cleared my throat and turned to her, resting my hand on Lou's shoulder as I tried desperately not to let the blush grow on my cheeks. "Christa, this is my...boyfriend, Louis."

Her eyes widened. He didn't know what to do except get up and offer her his hand awkwardly. I had to hold in my laugh. He was so stiff it almost made me cringe. But the tension disappeared as Christa took his hand and shook it, looking at him endearingly and smiling regardless.

"And you are...were...um, a close friend of Clementine?" He manages. "It's nice to meet someone from her past that isn't a murdering psychopath."

She laughed again, except this time a snort slipped out of her nose. "You're a very charming young man. Where are you from?"

"'Ericson's Boarding School for Troubled Youth'," He recited formally, using a weird voice. "No idea how far it is from here, but I do NOT recommend staying because we've made some changes recently. Walker heads on sticks. Bags filled with bricks. People wearing walker skin. The usual, really."

Another noise escaped her throat and she had to shut her eyes. I watching this scene in amazement from the bed. Was Louis really...making her laugh? Giving a good first impression? I have to give credit where credit is due. He's doing a lot better than I granted him for, initially.

"You sound just like him." Christa's voice cracked.

I can tell by the look on his face that he was confused. And I shared a similar look, peering at her quizzically from the bed. He leaned forward and tilted his head to the side, as if he didn't hear her right. "-Uh, who?"

"Omid. My boyfriend. Before he died years ago." She looked away. "He used to crack jokes like that all the time. I haven't laughed since the last time he was around."

"Oh." Louis looked to me for help. "I'm...sorry I brought up bad memories."

Her eyes traveled to me and she took a step forward. I could hear her holding her breath. "I'm sorry that you had to see that, Clementine. When it happened, years ago."

I remembered it, now. When Omid got killed in the same room I was in. I saw him come through the door...try to walk to that girl quietly...before she turned around and shot him through the chest. He never got to say any last words. Or tell us goodbye. I still remember Christa shooting her after, sobbing and holding his body. Asking if she could hear him.

"It's okay," I give her a weak smile. "I've seen more people die since then..."

"Um, Clem, can I just say what the fuck?" Louis commented in the background. I didn't pay him any attention. It was disturbing to both say and hear, but it was the truth. Omid's death fazed me as a child, but it was nothing like Carver's death.

"That child you're with..." Christa starts weakly. "Is he...yours and Louis'?"

My eyes went so wide I thought they'd pop out of my sockets. I heard my boyfriend making surprised noises in the background and answered as fast as I could. "No! No, he isn't...A.J. was the child of...this woman I met. With this other man. It's-it's complicated."

"Oh."

Things go quiet. Lou comes back to sit on the bed and I notice he avoids eye contact with Christa. Neither of them look at each other. As I went to break this silence, she did it before I could.

"Clem, what I said I needed to talk to you about earlier-" She noticed Louis getting up and motioned him back down. "No, it's fine. I don't mind if you hear. Any boy Clementine loves is someone I can trust."

He still doesn't know what to say. She turns back to me and takes a deep breath. "Honey, the...the reason you all found me in that bath tub is because I...well, I was trying to end my misery."

"Misery?" I repeated.

She rolled up her shirt and her jacket to reveal the bite on the side of her stomach. I gasped loudly while Louis jumped completely off the bed, edging himself away as far as possible. I was too busy staring at it to hear him exclaim from the side.

"Holy shit!"

She put it down and quickly looked to the door. No one decided to come in despite Lou's outburst. I mentally thanked our luck as Christa turned back to me. The tears were starting to escape her eyes.

"It happened this morning. When I went to find some food. Motherfucker snuck up on me behind a tree." She clenched her fists angrily and took a breath. "The effects are getting worse...it's been going on for hours and, fuck, I don't want to deal with it anymore. I don't want to turn into one of them."

Her eyes were full of tears by this point, her body shaking as she sniffled. I felt utter remorse for her. It hurts just knowing she ended with the same fate I've known so many others go through. There weren't many who have known me from the beginning. Realizing Christa will die and possibly end anyone who has known me since I was a child...it hurt me in a way I couldn't explain.

"I heard you and your friends come in. I didn't want to make any noise. I thought you were the people I left, finally finding me after all this time. I was just about to put a bullet through my head until you all found me in that bath tub." She looked quickly at Louis but came back to me, her lips wobbling. "But when I saw you, Clementine, I...I needed to know it was really you. So I know you're still alive."

My mouth was still hung open. I shut it.

"If I fire a gun now it'll just attract attention...and I don't want that for any of you." She looked up at me sadly. "I need to know if there's another way I can go. If-if you can help me."

"Christa, I-"

"Please, Clementine...I know you've been through enough death as it is. I know what happened with Lee. I-I kept that picture that flew out of your backpack. It's in my desk drawer. I've been holding onto it ever since. In case we ever crossed paths again."

My breath hitched in my throat. Louis was looking back and forth between us. I felt bad that he was caught in this situation - if I'd have known what Christa was going to ask me, I'd have told him to left the room sooner. I looked over and motioned to the door for him. He nodded once and proceeded to leave, closing the door quietly as he did.

"Does he treat you good?" She asked me. I nodded. "Good...that's all I want. That he'll keep treating you well. And that what happened to Omid won't happen to you and him..." Her voice was getting weaker by the moment. "Clementine, I'm begging you..."

I gave in. "Okay...I'll try to make it as painless as possible for you. I'm sorry this happened, Christa. I'm sorry we got separated."

"None of it is your fault, sweetie." Her lips curled into a smile. "You can leave my body...I just want to be with my sweet Omid again. Surviving in this world is nothing but hell."

I took the knife out of my back pocket slowly, looking it over before glancing back at her. I struggled thinking of the last words I was going to say to her. There was a lot I wanted to say her. I wasn't sure which would be worthy of being the last thing she'd hear. As she sat there helplessly on the bed, waiting for me to do the job, I let one sob escape my mouth.

"Thank you for everything, Christa. For looking after me...helping Lee find me..."

I didn't wait for her response. I struck her head. I had to shut my eyes when the blade went through her skull, in the area between her eyes and above her nose. When I heard her stop crying, I knew she was gone. With Omid and everyone else that left me - far away from here...

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I left the room and told everyone not to come in there. They were confused but listened, anyway. Louis came up to me with something in his hand. His face looked sad, but as he handed it to me, he wore a hopeful smile. The one he used to let me know that things were okay. That there was still good left in the world. That even after I had to bring mercy to the woman that once looked after me, he was still here for me.

I took it from him and my heart stopped once I saw what it was. The same picture I had so many years ago - the torn one with Lee on it from his family photo. The one I remember having back all the way to that drug store...gripped in my hand now. When I thought it was lost forever.

"It was where she said it was." He cleared his throat. "A little blood on it, but it's still in good condition..."

I didn't know what to say. I heard A.J. come by my side and tug on my sleeve. I smiled once I saw him and leaned down to his sight, showing him the picture that I held in between my fingers. He knew who Lee was, but he had never seen him. Would never know what he looked like until now.

"Hey, A.J. Ever wanted to know what Lee looked like?"

"Yeah!" He took the photo from me and looked at it, squinting slightly. "He looks...cool. Like a badass."

I nodded. "Yeah. He was. The biggest badass I knew."

He held onto it a little longer before returning it to me. I took it and let myself look at it again. Lee looked so happy in the photo. It was before everything began. Before I met him after he saved my life. Even after everything, I still remember him like this. Full of hope when I had none. Guiding me. Saving me.

I felt a hand come into mine and looked at who it was. Louis smiled at me and gave me a little squeeze. I tried to squeeze back but I didn't have the strength. I realized I was crying. He did, too. He let go of my hand and frowned before hugging me. I closed my eyes and hugged back, opening my eyes through the tears and looking at the photo that was in my shaking hand.

Thank you, Christa...

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Lee Everett

Clementine

Kenny

Lily

Carley

Doug

Mark

Ben Paul

Christa

Omid

Season 2~

Clementine

Luke

Nick

Sarah

Kenny

Season 3~

Javi Garcia

Kate Garcia

Gabe Garcia

Clementine

Tripp

Jesus

Season 4~

Clementine

Violet

Louis

Mitch

Tenn

James

Lily

Minerva

Detroit: Become Human~

Connor

Hank

Kara

Alice

Luther

Ralph

Marcus

North

Simon

Josh

The Last Of Us~

Part 1~

Ellie

Joel

Tommy

Henry

Sam

Marlene

Riley

Part 2~

Ellie

Joel

Dina

Jesse

Tommy

Abby

Owen

Lev

Yara

Uncharted~

Drake's Fortune~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Among Thieves~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Harry Flynn

Drake's Deception~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Talbot

A Thieves End~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Sam Drake

Rafe Adler

Nadine Ross

Death Stranding~

Sam Porter Bridges

Higgs Monaghan

Fragile

Amelie Strand

Dr Heartman

Mama

Lockne

Deadman

Die-Hardman

Clifford Unger

Doki Doki Literature Club~

Monika

Sayori

Yuri

Natsuki

Obey Me!~

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Luke

Simeon

Solomon

Thirteen

☆Overall Note☆~ All Under 18 Characters Will Be Platonic, Unless Shipped With A Character/Oc Of The Same Age.♡

♡Protect the Children♡

◇What I won't write◇~

Heavy Nsfw

Non-Con/ Dub-Con

Pedophilia

Insest

Self Harm

Suicide

Big Age-Gap Relationships

Other people's oc's

Cheating (Except Comfort)

Send Requests, I'm Depressed💐

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mommychrista · 7 years ago

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@OwenVoice: Finally, Omid & Christa meet. @MaraJunot it was so great to talk w/ya! @telltalegames @MaraJunot: Likewise, my phantom hubster!! Such a thrill to finally connect! You're twice as awesome as I expected! @MaraJunot: It only took 5 years, but twas well worth the wait! #TheWalkingDead #WalkingDead #TWD #TWDG #gaming #videogames #postapocalypticlove

#Didn't edit this because that would be impossible.#twdg #the walking dead game #chromid #christa x omid #owen thomas #mara junot #*

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dianaistrying · 6 years ago

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They're similar in a lot of ways u,w,u

Couple goals…

#I love these couples #clementine twdg #twdg louis #twdg christa #twdg omid #louisentine #clouis #christa x omid

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grovyrosegirl · 5 years ago

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For the fandom one, how about Telltale’s The Walking Dead?

Send me a Fandom!

**Spoilers Below**

The first character I first fell in love with: Lee! He’s such a good guy. I miss him. ;-;

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Been a while since I’ve even thought about that game. Hmm I guess I would have to pick Luke. He had his flaws but he was still one of the only voices of reason and empathy in season two. I miss him too. ;-;

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Uhh...maybe Kenny? I don’t hate the guy, he went through a LOT of crap and I felt bad for him, of course. But yeesh...the guy was REALLY losing it by season two’s end, and he was becoming a very toxic figure in the group.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I feel like Jane gets a lot of crap for her plan at the ending of S2, and yeah I agree, setting off the already on-edge Kenny by pretending to lose a baby was a stupid plan. But in the end, Jane really did care about Clementine and wanted to keep her safe. (I did end up leaving Jane in a few playthroughs though, because I was still mad at her horribly thought-out plan.)

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Uhhh...can’t think of anyone here.

The character I would totally smooch: Carley. She was really pretty, brave, and nice. I miss her. ;-;

The character I’d want to be like: Probably Omid and Christa. The two managed to still be a healthy relationship in the damn zombie apocalypse. That’s commitment. I miss them. ;-; See that’s the problem with TTWD, most of my faves are dead and/or missing.

The character I’d slap: I would say William Carver, but Kenny already did it for me. With a crowbar.

A pairing that I love: Lee X Carley

A pairing that I despise: I mean, I was never really into TWD for the shipping??? So I never really had a NOTP, haha.

#rose talks #ask meme #telltale walking dead #telltale walking dead spoilers #ttwd spoilers #tw: death mention #tw: violence #tw: cursing

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puzzlepcice-a · 5 years ago

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TOUCHED STARVED STARTERS ! @actbelong said: ❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤. the jarring sense of it all threatens to break across her features—-under impending doom of crumbling the stoic façade clementine’s tried to keep up for all these years. to the point where it feels like its a habit to do it now : dont let it effect you. dont let them know its effected you. && it breaks her own heart somewhat she has to remind herself that it was okay to relax. to turn that switch off in her brain that’s been there the following days after losing lee, kenny, omid, & christa. . . when the world was quiet & everyone slept except her & jane . it was okay to let herself go & just be clementine. the girl that didn’t know what the hell to do. but did know that she would do anything in the world to keep aj safe & alive. to keep ALL of them alive. its been YEARS since she’s known any other kinder touch than the one’s aj has given her. or the other ghosts of her past that are never trailed too far behind. it wasn’t that she hated physical contact. no, it was much more deeper. much more COMPLEX than that. she craved it more than she’d be comfortable to admit. she didn’t think she could admit it to jane, not even in the warm nook they’ve gotten themselves into while aj slumbers peacefully. blissfully unaware. the only person she could admit to ; was herself. she could admit sentimental things like touch & the good things that usually came from them. like the fact she was starved for hugs. she missed the simplicity that came from them. the bases of love, friendship, connection. mutual affection. the most important people in her life that had given her that were gone. & not a second, day, goes by where she feels like she had taken it all for granted. had taken each && every MOMENT of hearing lee’s deep, baritone laugh that reminded her of her dads laugh. warm, full of GENUINE joy—–whether it be something they saw or a question she asked && it somehow brought some joy out of them. she had missed kenny’s terms of endearment for her whenever she was sad. “ its okay, darlin’, you did the right thing” with arms securing around her much shorter & smaller stature to reinforce the fact he wanted to make her feel better. where it was so easy to just cry into the material of his hulking, wool coat and release all the confusion, worry, anger, && sadness that she’s barely had time to even begin to COPE from.

now, as her honey eyes lift to glance over at jane with a sense of caution and doubt that brims, she wasnt…entirely sure if she could hug jane as easily as it was to hug lee, && kenny. but leaning against her by the shoulder, it was close enough. it makes her think about the meaning behind jane’s words. really think. ❛ ------ no reason why you can’t learn now. ❜ clem eventually says, offering up a small smile over at her friend. ❛ walkers are probably TERRIBLE at doing secret handshakes, too. you know. ❜ leaning up, she maneuvered until she was more comfortable, & held up her palm, eyes alight with hopefulness . ❛ wanna make our own? ❜

#actbelong #V. IN HER CHARGE. ╱ completed act one.#/ » i��ll shoot a lot quicker than you did. « ┊ * SEASON 3 ┊ ic.#this got kinda soft at the end excuse me

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apocalypseraised · 5 years ago

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continued from: (x)

@nctbitten

❝ – FORWARD. ❞ she gently wipes her sister’s face, a torn rag. what from she couldn’t remember but it had long browned with age and grime, still as good as any clean cloth will get on the road and she damps it with a dip of her water bottle and cleans clementine up. they had been in silence, the longest they ever been while together, just them. the car engine was off, the moon had began to set turning the sky lighter, it was the time of night when the stars began to fade in wake of a new day and aj was in the back, curled up in tattered blanket asleep ( maybe that was where her cloth came from? ) and it gave the twins a chance to reflect... more so on clementine’s side. she hadn’t spoken about the nursery, she had given small details over what transpired... while the blood spots weren’t something to give a second glance but the look on her face, her eyes.

she hadn’t seen eyes like that since.... since christa lost omid, kenny lost sarita, conrad and francine-- she’s seen those eyes many times, it pained her to see them in her sister. IRIS cleans the last of the soot from her face and turns clementine’s face to hers, meeting her eyes for the first time since before they entered the ranch.

❝ – you had no choice. you did what you had to,

to get our goofball back. ❞

#(b you don't have to reply to this jay but this interaction SPOKE TO ME )#` v; two pieces. one heart. // TWINS AU. `#nctbitten #( imagine clementine didn't tell her sister exactly what happened... at FIRST )

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sarahtwdg · 5 years ago

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Christa x Omid >:3

Not gonna lie. Christa and Omid are big favorites. They were some of my favorite season 1 characters growing up and my favorite ship sjsjfs

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying

#dinkyautumnleaf #asks

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tears-of-a-winchester · 6 years ago

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Would You Give Up?

Request: @ebimanami - Can we get Aasim and Clementine just opening up to each other about stuff? I love their friendship and think it’d be a nice thing to read.

Summary: Aasim and Clementine have some alone time together and open up about their lives.

Pairing: Clementine x Aasim (Friendship)

Word count: 1017

Warnings: None

A/N: The choices I talk about are the ones that I picked in my own play-through of the games, sorry if it doesn’t match your own.

It was a rare occasion for Aasim and Clementine to be sat alone together, usually they’d be accompanied by Louis, Vi or Mitch but for once it was just the two of them. Aasim sat, silently writing in his journal with Clementine to his left watching AJ draw with Tenn. The only sound that could be heard from where they were in the garden was the rustling of Aasim’s pages in the wind. The stories those pages held, Clementine wished she could read them one day, learn more about the people she had so quickly become to think of as family.

“So, what’s AJ’s story then?” Clementine looked over at Aasim, startled by the sudden question. The boy was still writing in his journal, he hadn’t even looked up.

“His mother died, he became my responsibility.” Clementine was short in her answer. It was a long story of how AJ became her responsibility, a long and harrowing story. She was sure that Aasim wouldn’t want to hear all the distressing details but to her surprise he was genuinely interested.

“But what actually happened? Did she die like everyone else, through a walker?” Aasim looked up from his journal finally making eye contact with her. Clementine explained everything that had happened from Rebecca’s pregnancy to her demise after giving birth to AJ. Luke’s death. She explained Kenny and Jane and how she was responsible for killing Jane and saving Kenny’s life. How he left them at Wellington to give them a chance at survival and how she never saw him again. And lastly, she explained how much she missed him and his stupid moustache so so much.

“I’m so sorry Clementine, you’ve lost so many people.”

Clementine laughed in response, “That’s not even half of who I’ve lost.” Looking up at Aasim she noticed the sadness in his eyes. He’d never spoken to someone who had lived outside the walls. He knew it was bad out there, but he had no idea that some people had been through that much in such a short amount of time. His heart ached for her.

“How do you keep going after all that, how do you still survive out there?”

“You just gotta, it’s hard and sometimes… sometimes you just wanna give up but I have AJ. Giving up isn’t a choice.”

Aasim hesitated before continuing, “And if you didn’t have AJ?”

“Would I have given up? I don’t know, maybe… probably.” A suffocating silence filled the air. Clementine always looked so strong like nothing could touch her, like nothing scared her. Hearing that she probably would have just given up chilled Aasim to the bone. It was silent for a while both of them trying to process the hard-hitting conversation they had just had. It was hard for Clem, reliving all that but on the other hand, it felt nice to tell someone about it. She loved AJ but there was no way she could ever share this with him. He didn’t need to know about the events from before he could remember. He’d never know. She’d make sure of it.

“Do you think we would have survived out there if we didn’t have this place?” Clementine didn’t answer. She had only just survived herself and that was because she had people like Lee and Kenny to help her out, teach her what to do.

“I can honestly say I don’t know, you’d all be very different people. Having to grow up out there? I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.”

“I’m glad you had people to help you, Clem..” Clementine thought back to how her life used to be, with Lee and Kenny even Christa and Omid. She smiled. Oh, how she missed them all.

“Yeah, me too.” There was a pause,” How did you end up in Ericson then? I’ve told you about my life, it’s your turn.”

Aasim continued writing a sentence and put down his pencil looking up at nothing in particular but making sure not to look at Clementine, “I only got here a few months before this whole thing started, my parents brought me here because I was such a quiet kid. The idea of talking to others terrified me. They thought being around people my own age all the time would help me. I guess it did.” Aasim sighed, “They always meant to come back and get me at some point but then the world went to shit and I guess they died along with it.”

“I’m sorry, they could always still be alive out there… somewhere.” Aasim simply looked at Clementine with a knowing look. It was clear from her voice that she didn’t believe what she was saying, nor did Aasim. No one’s parents survived it seemed, only the very lucky got to keep family once the walkers emerged. She broke eye contact, feeling bad for even mentioning the possibility.

“It’s nice, talking about this stuff. No one here ever really wants to talk about it. Everyone just tries to forget life before.” Clementine nodded and gave Aasim a smile, she understood why no one really wanted to talk about it. It was upsetting to remember life from before, it was just better to live in this world these days, but he was right. It was nice to talk with him, they would have to do it more often. They felt like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

As they were returning back to their old routine of writing and watching AJ they heard footsteps approaching. Looking up they saw Louis bounding over with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Those were two big smiles I saw on your faces, what are you two doing over here?” Louis sat on the opposite side of the table.

Clementine and Aasim turned to look at each other once again with two just as big smiles. In unison they spoke, “Nothing.”

Louis was confused but mostly glad. He always enjoyed when people in the group looked like they were having fun for once. Their smiles made his grow in size, as if it were even possible.

#TWDG #TWDG S4 #Clementine #Aasim #Louis #twdg fanfic #twdg one-shot

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mizutsuneesan · 6 years ago

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Fandom: Walking Dead (game)

Thanks Sarah babe X

Favorite character: Clem (obvs)

Least Favorite character: Larry from the first season that racist arsehole

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): LouisxClem VioletxClem LeexCarley JavixJesus Javixpudding

Character I find most attractive: Carley from S1

Character I would marry adopt: Clem

Character I would be best friends with: Omid probs

a random thought: when are the bullets going to run out its been like what 8 years??

An unpopular opinion: I never really cared for Kenny

My Canon OTP: LouisxClem

My Non-canon OTP: JavixJesus

Most Badass Character: Clem

Most Epic Villain: Lilly

Pairing I am not a fan of: I’ve seen LukexClem tf is wrong with you

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Christa. Where did she go man??? Also just S2 in general.

Favourite Friendship: I mean it’s got to be Lee and Clem

Character I most identify with: Violet

Character I wish I could be: Clem

#ask meme #twdg #hgarrett

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popmybrains · 6 years ago

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Dead Birds - Ben Paul x Reader

Paring : Ben Paul x Reader

A/N: I’ve been rewatching run through of The Walking Dead Video game, considering I’m a big fan of the show, and Ben’s character honestly really really grew on me. I was a little broken over how he died so how do I cope? I right fanfiction over it of course. This is pretty short so sorry :)

Warnings: Angst/Fluff , Suicide/Murder , Slight Gore

Summary: (Y/N) had been with Ben since the world went to shit, arriving with Ben and their school coch at the motor inn. But what happens when Ben and (Y/N) fall together off the balcony? Someone gets speared, the other breaks a leg and Kenny will have to make a choice.

(Y/N) sat next to Ben, clinging onto his left arm, having just excasped death in the by fleeing into the attic while the mansion underneath them flooded with the dead.

Her tear stained faced buried into his shoulder as he rested his head into his free arm. While many of the group believed Ben to be the weak one, it actually was the (H/C) hair colored girl clinging onto his arm instead. She listened as Omid beat against the wall, Kenny, Lee, and Christa all secretly talking about you and Ben - they weren’t being as quiet as they thought they were.

Blinking away a few stray tears from her (E/C) eyes she leaned into Ben, feeling him pull his arm out of her grip. Opening her mouth to protest wanting him with her to feel safe she quickly shut her mouth instead when she felt it return, but instead around her shoulder, having Ben pull her closer into his side.

“I’m scared Ben.” (Y/N) whispered as Ben turned his head to look down at his girlfriend. Sighing Ben turned to look at the other four older members of their dysfunctional group. When his gazed returned to (Y/N)’s water filled one, he silently broke on the inside, bringing his other hand up to cup her face within his gigantic palm he rested his forehead against her own.

“I know you are (Y/N), I am too, but I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispered before going to nuzzle her with his nose - Eskimo kisses being something he used to make her smile all the time when she was upset before their world went to shit.

Pulling back he saw the sad smile on her face, her eyes halfway open. Opening her mouth to say something, she didn’t get the chance before Omid called saying he had broken through.

Ben held (Y/N) by the waist as he help her carefully land into the room they had busted into, after scanning over her silently with his eyes he made a mental note that all though shaken up, she was fine. That was until he saw her eyes widen.

Confused, Ben turn to see what she was looking at only to see that the rest of the group was looking at it too - the lovers who took their life together. Ben felt his heart clench, and a grip enter and tighten around his own hand.

The group was silent as Kenny went up to take the gun out of the dead mans grasp, taking a look into how many bullets the pistol carried. “Only one left.” He mumbled, putting the safety on and the gun into his pants.

Christa looked to Omid, her face appearing to be heartbroken - mirroring (Y/N)’s own face. Turning to Lee, Christa said they should check the room all before leaving, seeing if they could find anything they would need.

Ben and (Y/N) both walked over to the window, as the petite girl looked out the boreded window, whispering to Ben. “I don’t want us to end up like them. I don’t want to die like that, just giving up.” She whispered. Ben looked at the (S/C) colored woman, shocked. He never expected her to say something like that. “I promise we won’t.” He whispered back to her. Opening his mouth to say more, he heard the sound of a door opening, and Christa’s voice calling out to say theirs nothing of value within the room.

As the group decided to jump up one to the second building, the young couple stood and watched waiting for their turn. Watching as it went from Lee, Omid, Christa, Kenny and now the teenagers.

The two stood together on the small balcony, as (Y/N) looked over the edge, into the alleyway. “I don’t think I can do it Ben.” She turned her head up to stare into the tall boys blue eyes. “You’ll be fine, I’ll be right here-“ He tried to tell her, gripping her wasit as he lifted her up onto the railing, only for both of them to here a clang, and then to feel both of them falling, listening to Lee and Kenny scream shit.

When (Y/N) hit the ground, she felt a snap, and let out a quick and shrill shriek, and heard Ben’s own mantra of, “I’m okay.”

Hearing footsteps run towards herself and Ben who was now covered in trash. “Be quiet Ben! Or the dead will be on us!” The one armed man said trying to hush Ben.

“I’m okay really, please just get (Y/N) up, I think her leg is hurt.” Ben said, shifting his head in her direction to see her sitting on her ass, cradling the leg bent at an odd angle.

“Give us a moment and let us help you first.” Kenny said, pushing the trash out of the way to revel that Ben has been pierced through his stomach.

Everyone went dead silent and (Y/N) felt as though her heart had just stopped, with perseverance and adrenaline now she ignored the throbbing pain within her leg and crawled her way over to Ben. “No, no.” She whispered, bring her hands up to his cradle his face as his own went to grip the metal poking out of his abdomen slicked in blood.

Kenny tried to lift him up only for Ben to scream out in pain making more blood ooze from the wound, forcing Kenny stop his work. Lee being the first to actually speak up, he told Kenny to just rip him up like a bandaid, but it was useless, the dead had already started to corner them. Bens eyes widened in fear, his own turning to to meet (Y/N)’s gaze before he paincked.

“Oh god don’t let them get to me!” He pleaded with Kenny, knowing there was no way for them to get him off the metal pike. Kenny had turned to Lee, ending up to have their own small conversation, while Ben looked directly into his girlfriends eyes.

“You need to go with Lee, now.” His usually soft and gentle slightly nervous voice now holding a tone of seriousness (Y/N) never heard before. Being scared out of her wits, she decided that if this was his stop, it would be hers too.

Slowly starting to cry as the dead got closer, she held onto one of his hands tighter. “No, I don’t leave you. If you die, so do I.” She cried, her sobs being mixed in with the moans of walkers. Bens heart broke, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to change her mind, which broke him the most, turning his head to Kenny who was now alone, with no Lee in sight.

“Give me the gun Kenny.” The old mans mouth opened in protest before Ben cut him off again. With a solemn look on his face, he gave the gun to Ben, giving (Y/N) a sorry glance before making his way to a manhole cover in the middle of the street to save his own hide now.

“Why do you need the gun Ben-“ (Y/N) asked before her eyes widened, realizing the gun was posting between her eyeballs. “I love you more then anything (Y/N) (L/N).” Ben said giving her a sad smile eyes filled with tears as they leaked down his cheeks, the geeks finally closing in.

Opening her lips to scream no, she never got the chance before Ben pulled the trigger, the brains and blood of his now deceased girlfriend spalttering all over his own face and the ground below them, her one stiff now limp body falling to lay on his chest.

Laying a hand on your head, softly petting your hair he tried not to scream as the dead bit into his flesh and trying to die happy.

Knowing he just saved you from living his worst fear.

#ben paul #ben paul x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead game #clementine #lee everett #kenny twdg #twdg clementine #twdg #katjaa

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