#shut up carley

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frank ok this text post is changing purpose why did my autocorrect correct drank to frank.

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my past few posts are like those of a grandma i posted about watching jeopardy and making peach cobbler

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I dunno if u do requests however ID FUCKING EAT UP A TOBY SMUT SO MUCH OMG I DONT HAVE ANY CONTEXT OR WHAT I WANT I JUST WOULD 104% SWALLOW DOWN A SMUT FOR TOBY ‼️‼️ anyway as yk i love ur works and ily and idk you but anyway have a nice day/night :3 <3 AND TY!!!!😈

carley ily this is for you 🫶

Refuge For Two

Summary: You decide to spend the weekend at your family’s cabin during a snowstorm after a particularly stressful week. When you find an injured Toby, your need to care for him turns into his need for you.

Characters: Ticci Toby x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Injury, blood, wounds, fingering, thigh fucking, tics, inexperience, kinda first time, vaginal, desperation, cumming on thighs, slight restraint, biting, virgin

Words: 5.7k

As the tires of your Jeep skidded down the gravel path that winded to the cabin, relief finally settled.

Winter was always a rough time for you. As if seasonal depression wasn’t kicking your ass, your job definitely was. Working at a hospital had always kept you on your toes, but with the snow and ice set in, more and more accidents piled up in every room. It was nothing short of exhausting. 

So when you eventually had enough and called your parents asking to borrow the family lodge for a little rest and relaxation, you could’ve cried when they dropped off the keys to you the next morning. The cabin wasn’t far from your own home. You lived in a small town nestled off the side of the highway and the cabin was just up the mountains about an hour away. It was a perfect distance from your tiring job and busy life, giving you the time you needed for the weekend. And the drive wasn’t terrible. Dark clouds had settled in the sky, rolling over and swirling at the peak of the heavily wooded mountain. It made you all giddy to think of how comfortable it would be nestled up by the fire while snow coated the ground. Yeah, you needed this.

Pulling the Jeep under the carport adjacent to the large cabin, you shut it off and hopped out. The cold wind whipped at your face making your hair fling wildly. You hugged yourself, teeth chattering as you flipped the hatch open, threw your duffle bag over your shoulder, and hurried to the front door. 

The sun sat just above the mountain range, casting a blue haze over the dense forest through the thick cloud cover. To you, it was beautiful. The calm before the snowstorm that was soon to set in. You unlocked the door, hurrying inside and tossing your stuff on the kitchen island. The inside of the cabin was nearly just as cold as the outside, offering you little relief from the wind. Hurrying over to the living room, you gripped the few logs nestled by the fireplace and tossed them in along with a a couple of matches you found on the mantle. Warmth engulfed you immediately, the fire casting a comforting glow to the rest of the room. A couch and a loveseat sat close to the fireplace, a large rug bringing the room together nicely. 

Shuffling your shoes off, you kicked them by the door and rustled through the contents of your bag. Random warm clothes, a book you intended on reading, some junk food, and your phone. As you flipped the screen on, you noticed the no service notice in the upper corner before flipping the screen back off and setting your phone down. Whether it be from the high altitude or the dense forest surrounding you, your phone was no use this weekend. Somehow that made you happy, knowing you wouldn't have to worry about getting called in suddenly. 

You flicked on the small light above the stove and flicked the gas eye on, blue flames erupting from under the metal bars. You filled the kettle resting on the counter with water, placing it on the eye and grabbing a mug with a bag of tea. You quickly brought your bag to the small bedroom down the hall, changing into some comfier clothes before heading back to the kitchen at the sound of the kettle whistling. Pouring the piping water into the mug and letting the tea bag rest, you cupped the mug in your hand and turned to the living room. 

Through the pulled curtains, you could see the sun was setting low behind the dense trees, a dark pink tint painting the sky through the thick cloud cover. Snow had begun to fall, little flakes of white decorating the trees and ground. The sound of the fire crackling just pulled it all together, driving you to nestle into the corner of the couch with a blanket and sip your warm tea. This was the perfect retreat from your busy life. Nothing but the sounds of nature and fire to keep you company, an amazing contrast to the beeping of monitors and yelling of patients. This was the solitude you craved.

When finally the sun slipped under the ridge and the sky became completely dark, you flipped open your book and clicked on the lamp on the coffee table next to you. The snow had piled up a couple of inches now, the wind whipping outside the cabin and creating a low whistle all around you. It was slightly unnerving, but in the security of your warm cabin, you didn’t mind it all that much. You became lost in the pages of your book, your tea and the fire creating an atmosphere where your brain slowly crept away. So when you heard a loud thunk outside, you had to close your book and lean forward, unsure if your brain was playing tricks on you. But when you heard another loud thunk just outside the cabin walls, you jumped out of your seat and tugged the curtain back, peering into the dark storm. It took you a minute to adjust your eyes, but when you saw the figure of someone curled up near a large tree, panic coursed through you. You had to double-take just to make sure you were seeing things correctly. What the hell was someone doing this far up the mountain?? 

You wanted to shut the curtains and hide under a blanket, more scared than anything. But being a nurse, your caring instincts took over and you slid on your boots and jacket, quickly hauling open the cabin door. The wind blinded you briefly, the heavy snow whipping against your face and chilling you to the bone. But as you rounded the cabin and trudged through the thick snow, you came up on the figure, realizing it was a boy, curled in on himself and shaking violently. Sliding your hands under his shoulders, you hauled his arm over your neck and hoisted him up. He rested his body weight against you, dragging his feet as he let you pull him to the cabin door. Hauling him inside, you slammed the door shut and brought him to the couch, laying him down quickly. 

His body still shook violently, the warmth of the fire fighting hard to warm his body. His blue lips chattered, the patches on his face dark and stuck against his skin. Under the light, you could now see the large tear in the arm of his heavy jacket, dark blood soaking through. He wore heavy boots and dark jeans, his curly brown hair stuck to his forehead as he panted for air. But what caught your attention was the hatchet strapped to his belt. Alarming. You quickly realized he was just a boy barely scraping his twenties, he was taller than you, but lanky and not much larger than you. He reminded you of your patients, feeble and sickly. 

Snapping back, you quickly slid his arms out of his jacket, his long-sleeved shirt underneath torn to shreds at the arm as you finally caught the wound: three large gash marks cut into his arms, tearing the flesh and bleeding quickly. You panicked at the sight, wondering what on earth could have caused that. You didn’t know of any mountain lions in the area, but even then the claw marks were too big for them. There was little time to think as you sprinted into your bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit stuffed inside the medicine cabinet. Pulling it open, you groaned at the lack of sewing needles or sterilizing spray, just some alcohol wipes and rolled elastic bandages. It would have to do. You wet a wash cloth and brought the rest of the supplies back to the couch, where the boy was beginning to stir.

He tried to sit up, but your comforting hand pressed his chest back down against the couch. He was freezing and still shaking wildly, but at least his lips were returning to a somewhat normal color. “It’s okay. Lay down, I’m here to help.” You cooed to him, rolling his sleeve up to his shoulder and examining the scratches closer. They weren’t as deep as they seemed, but the blood was spilling quickly. If you didn’t hurry, he could likely pass out. You pressed the wet washcloth to the wound, the boy stirring immediately. He was mumbling something you couldn’t understand, his hand wrapping tightly around your wrist in an attempt to pull yours away, but you resisted. You pressed a hand on his cheek, reassuring him softly as you cleaned at the wound, the blood slowly clotting under the warm rag. 

He was still mumbling, whispers of no and please falling from his lips, but he had quit tugging at your wrist. His eyes were still shut, pupils moving quickly underneath in a silent panic. When the wound was clean to your liking, you tossed the rag and tore open an alcohol wipe, bracing your arm against his chest. “This is going to hurt…” You warned, angling his arm and pressing the wipe against the wound and braced for the panic that you were sure would come. But when he barely flinched, his mumbles unwavering, you raised your eyebrows in alarm. It was odd, but you ultimately chalked it up to his body still being numb from the cold, his pain receptors not fully awake yet. Once the wound was sterile, you wrapped the flesh-colored bandages around his arm tightly, encasing the wound and hopefully stopping the bleeding. You secured them in place before looking at the boy’s face, slightly jostled when you caught him staring at you through hooded eyes.

You rolled his sleeve back down, sitting up and off of his chest and giving him a good once over, satisfied you couldn’t see any more injuries. “That should keep it clean.” He glanced between you and his arm, rising himself up slowly to lean his head against the armrest of the couch. When he did, his neck twitched violently, eyes squinting shut. It caught you off guard, but he seemed to ignore it as soon as it happened. He smiled at you lazily, reaching his arm to brush the hair from his forehead. “T- Thank you.” He said hoarsely, voice still raw from breathing in the cold outside. Stutters. Tics. So all the twitching his body was doing wasn’t just from the cold. You recognized the movements, seeing them in other patients. Who was this kid?

You sat across from him on the couch, catching your breath. “What the hell are you doing out here?” You questioned, eyes flicking between his sickly face and the hatchet strapped at his hip. He took notice of this, sitting up further onto his elbows. “Uhh… Hun- Hunting. For bobcats.” He smiled quietly, unsure of his own answer. You wanted to question further, wanted to press as to why he chose the night a snowstorm was coming through to go hunting. But you didn’t. You just watched the fire crackle. “What’s y- your name?” He caught your attention again as he fully sat up, sliding his legs off the couch and landing his feet on the floor. He was recovering fast, the warmth entering his face again, his strength rebuilding strangely quickly. “[Y/N].”

“Thank you, [Y/N]. I’m T- Toby.” His shoulder twitched at your name, his eyes trailing to the fire as well. The situation grew tense quickly, your mutual silence growing too loud. “I’m a nurse. Couldn’t just let you die out there.” You smiled at him, standing and shuffling to the kitchen where you repoured your cup of steaming hot water, this time grabbing another cup. You placed a tea bag into each, cupping them in your hands and bringing one to Toby. He took it reluctantly, staring into the liquid and swirling it around before taking a sip. He sunk into the couch as the warmth pressed his mouth, the taste comforting him. He drank the rest in two big gulps, setting the mug down before popping up. 

“Well, b- better get goi- going.” He laughed awkwardly, springing around as if he wasn’t just on the brink of hypothermia. You sat up quickly, swallowing the rest of the tea in your mouth. “What?! You were nearly frozen to death. Absolutely not.” You bit harshly, blocking his way to the door as he scooped up his jacket. Toby looked at you curiously, unsure why you were giving him the decency like it wasn’t common courtesy. “The storm won’t stop till morning. Till then, there’s no way you're going back out there.” You huffed, sitting him back down on the couch.

You didn’t trust him. The hatchet at his side and the uncertainty of his story made you very suspicious. But he was just a boy, definitely not much older than you. You couldn’t send him back out there on a good conscience. Although his constant ticcing and jerking were catching you off guard, the genuine concern for him overrode any fears you could have. After fighting with yourself, you made up your mind. He wasn’t anything to fear.

“So, Toby. Are you from around here?” You mused, sipping down the rest of your mug before grabbing him and bringing them to the sink. Sliding off your boots and jacket, you tossed them near the door, scooping up Toby’s and neatly folding them on the loveseat across from you. He smiled. “Yeah. Got so- some, uhm, family who live near h- here.” He stared out the window as he spoke, fingers fidgeting with each other as he watched the snow whip through the air. You deduced that he wasn’t a very good liar. But whatever, you didn’t know him and he didn’t know you. 

As the storm outside thickened, a shared silence hung over the two of you. Around an hour had passed since you brought him inside, but little had been discussed between you. Toby stared out the window, looking for something you didn’t know. He had kicked off his boots and sat them aside, laying into the couch comfortably. His hatchet perched on the coffee table beside him. You kept to your book, occasionally glancing up to study him. It was odd, even though he had warmed up, his skin was still a sickly pale color, and the only sign of life was the dark red tint over his cheeks and ears. The bandages still clung tightly to his cheeks, a large one on his left covering a rather large wound from what you could tell. Peeking through the shreds in his sleeve, you could see the bandages on his arm were stained dark with blood. Closing your book, you reached for the first aid kit, stirring Toby to look at you. “Need to change your bandages,” You sighed, unwrapping the roll of cloth. “What got you anyways?” He flinched, rubbing his hands together. He was way too nervous for such a simple question. “Bobcat.” Another lie. If he wasn’t going to tell you the truth, there was no reason for you to push further. You slid closer to him, rolling his sleeve up again but the shreds of cloth kept sliding down. “H- Here.” Toby leaned back, hooking his hands under his shirt pulling it over his head, and tossing it to the floor. 

What you were met with took you back with shock. This guy was decently ripped. Toby was thinner, but his abs and chest muscles complimented him perfectly. His shoulder and arms were thicker too, veins stretching down his arms and muscles pulsing under his weight. Clusters of freckles ran over his skin, hiding the deep blush he sported. The clothes he wore hid his figure nicely, who would’ve guessed he was secretly ripped? The twitch of his neck brought your attention back to his arm. You could see the small smirk on his lips as you blushed, embarrassment creeping over you as you unclipped his soiled bandages. The wound was a lighter color now, the dark bruising around the wound healing nicely but the puffiness of infection still remained. “You’ll probably need stitches. But it’s looking better.” You grinned, tearing open another alcohol wipe and sliding it over the damaged skin. When he didn’t flinch or hiss, your confusion only grew. Maybe he had a good pain tolerance. Or maybe the cut had severed a nerve. Either way, he was going to need to have this looked at professionally. 

“It’s o- okay. My fam- family has a doctor.” He answered, lifting his toned arm up to let you slide the bandage under and wrap it tightly around once clean. You snugged the bandage on, leaning back to make sure everything was in place before packing the kit up and sliding it back onto the coffee table. “I don’t have any painkillers. Hopefully, the pain isn’t too bad.” You leaned back into the couch, straining yourself not to glance down at his chest again. He smiled, running his hand through his curled hair. “I’ll be al- alright.” He leaned back as well, angling his body to face you as you curled your legs closer to yourself. There was that awkward silence again. The tension between you two was thick, your eyes refusing to look at him for fear of embarrassing yourself again. Toby, however, kept his eyes all over you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him studying every inch of you. It made you blush. “How c- can I thank you?” He questioned, running his hand over his bandaged arm, admiring the neatness of it. You glanced at him, eyes flicking down to his stomach for a split second, but it was already too late. You caught the happy trail running up from under his belt line, his v-line angling lewdly against his pale skin. You blushed hard, eyes flicking up quickly, but by Toby’s expression, you knew you were caught.

He sat back smugly, pressing his back into the couch and spreading his legs just a little too far. The face you made was embarrassing. Your eyes wide, cheeks dark, and lips parted ever so slightly. Toby knew what he was doing. But he just started into your eyes, freckled cheeks rounded from his cheeky smile. “I think I- I know…” He cooed, pressing a hand flat on the cushion only inches from your knee. You shrunk into yourself, his soft words making you all kinds of squeamish. This was bad. You were young, sure. Your job was always your main focus, so you never really had time for relationships with someone, your experience only went as far as you did in high school with little hookups or sly touches. You were inexperienced, so to speak. You couldn’t embarrass yourself further by revealing how little game you got. You weren’t a virgin, but you definitely weren’t confident in yourself. And you definitely did not intend on getting laid this weekend. 

“Uhm… I’m not- not really…” You lost your words when his fingers brushed your knee, the cold digits sending chills through you. Toby sat up, looking nowhere but into your eyes, gauging every reaction as his hand slid over your knee and slowly up your leg. You placed your hands over him, stopping his trail mid-thigh. “Listen, you don’t, uh, have to…” His fingers gripped your thigh tightly, rubbing his thumb across the goosebumps on your skin. You glanced at his face, the deep blush on his cheeks heavy under the warm light. “I’ll st- stop if you say so, but I j- just want to thank y- you,” He mumbled quietly, eye flicking nervously between your face and the rest of your body. “Besides. It’s ju- just us out here.” 

You were insanely nervous, thoughts running a mile a minute as you contemplated your options. But when his fingers squeezed your thigh again, it made it harder to think. Your eyes flicked between his hand and that pretty face, his nervous smile making you flustered under his cold touch. Before you could stop yourself, you were nodding, slipping your bottom between your lips, and chewing nervously. Toby smiled, his bright eyes laying all over you. You slid your hands off him, gripping the couch underneath you as he slid both of his hands up your thighs, fingers brushing under the bottom of your shorts. He towered over you know, his tall figure encapsulating your easily as he ran his hands up your sides. You were a blushing mess, face burning when he brought his lips dangerously close to your skin. “Relax…” He cooed, arm jerking slightly before he slid his cold hand under the hem of your sweatshirt. He was met with goosebumps rising on your stomach, they trailed his fingers as he explored but his eyes were locked on yours. 

He brought his face down to press soft kisses against your cheeks. He perched on his knees, both hands now wandering over your body and reaching to unclasp your bra. You raised your back to help him, squirming when Toby dipped his head lower to kiss your neck. He slid your bra off, tossing it to the ground before he quickly palmed your tits, massaging the mounds under his cold hands. You gasped under the cold touch, nipples perking to attention in his hands as he sucked on your neck. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his tongue slid up your neck to your jaw, raising his head up to meet your eyes. He flicked at your nipples, squeezing the nubs under his fingers and smiling at your squirming. “So c- cute.” 

You were burning up, a dampness already showing on your panties from the excitement. You could barely contain yourself when he sat back against the couch, pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed against his bare chest. He slid his arms around you, the tight muscles tensing and releasing as he slid his left hand under your sweater and quickly grabbed your tit, massaging lazily. His lips met your neck again, sucking on the warm skin as he slid his right hand down the waistband of your shorts, messing with the elastic. You whined under his touch, feet perched on either side of his thighs as he slid his hand to your panties and pressed further still. When his fingers slid against your folds, you finally gasped, reaching a hand back to grip his hair as he continued to abuse your neck with kisses. “S- So wet already…” He groaned, biting softly on your shoulder. He pressed his fingers further, his digits sliding through the slick between your legs and spreading your lips further. He hummed against you, fingers finally landing on your clit and making you flinch. When he circled the nub, it was sloppy and rough, making you whine. The stimulation was a lot, making your knees close together tightly around his hand. When he refused to let up, you hissed your sensitivity. 

“Toby-” You whined, sliding your hand down his arm and under your shorts, gripping his hand to stop his movements against your sensitive clit. “Slow… please…” You hissed, pressing your fingers on top of his and rubbing slowly, beckoning him to follow your rhythm. When he repeated your movements, you gasped loudly, laying your head back on his shoulder. “Sorry…” He mumbled against your shoulder, peppering little kisses across the skin. He continued to slowly massage your clit, his cold fingers a wonderful sensation against your burning core. It didn’t take long until he got the rhythm, pinching your nipple and rubbing your clit deeply, enough to make you buck up into his hand. You slid your hand into his curly hair, moaning loudly when he slid his fingers deeper to press against your entrance. When his fingers slid inside, you gripped his hair tightly, your moans reverberating off the walls. His fingers stretched you nicely, the slow pump of his wrist making your mouth hang open. It was pure bliss. His fingers curled against your walls as he pressed his palm against your clit, rubbing quickly. “Toby… Oh my… oh my God…” You moaned, grinding your hips in time with his fingers curling into you. He was kissing behind your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as he hummed. His pace only grew, fingers curling deeper as you felt your core knotting up wonderfully. His palm nudged against your clit harder, tugging the nub as his fingers pressed deeper against your walls. You felt the wave of ecstasy wash over you as you came on his fingers, walls gripping the digits tightly as he rubbed your clit through your orgasm. You were panting, leaning back against him as he slid his fingers out of your soaked cunt. 

Toby was smiling against your shoulder as he pulled his hand out of your shorts, admiring the way they glistened with your arousal. That’s when you felt it, his cock twitching under your back, trapped inside his jeans. You breathed deeply, pressing off of him and standing up. He whined for a moment, reaching for you until you began to slide down your shorts, then your panties. Toby sat back against the couch, blushing hard as your plump ass stood in front of him. It just made his cock twitch harder in his jeans, begging to be let out. Your sweater was next, pulled over your head, and tossed to the ground. It was all Toby could do not to just cum right there. Your body was so stunning, every curve and divot of your skin making him harder.

Before you could turn around, he pulled you back against him, setting you in his lap. He was quick to unzip his jeans, tugging his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free and nudge against your back. You blushed hard, pulling your legs back to straddle his thighs, your bare ass pressed firmly against his twitching cock. You stabilized your hands on his knees, leaning forward lewdly as your arched your back. You glanced back, cunt pulsing with excitement as Toby spit into his hand and began to lazily pump his cock, eyes never leaving your ass. You pressed back against him, eyes pleading when he finally glanced up at you. “Toby…” You whined, grinding your ass down against his cock when he slid his hands to grip your hips. 

“Shit… Y- You’re so, so hot. Gunna fuc- fuck you soo good.” He mumbled, neck twitching with excitement. He gripped your hips tight, tugging them up so he could nudge his cock under you, pressing the head snugly against your entrance. You stared back at him, stomach fluttering at the desperate faces he was making. When he positioned himself, he gripped your hips again, pressing down slowly. The stretch was glorious, your pinched moans ringing as he pressed you down further and further on his cock. When he finally bottomed out, your warm walls pulsed tightly around him, adjusting to his thick length. He was groaning, fingernails digging into your hips as he pressed you to move, tugging you forward and back on his cock. You were a moaning mess, cunt throbbing around him as he ground your hips down on him. You gripped his knees tightly, grinding back against the length inside you as he pressed against your walls. It was heavenly.

This is exactly what you need. All of your stress of the week prior melted away as Toby tugged your hips up, sliding you up his length before pressing you back down. He kneaded your hips and ass, his cold hands massaging all of your sore spots and melting you into him. You were losing yourself on his cock as he thrusts up into you, your hips bouncing down to meet him. He was groaning, pressing his back against the couch so he could get a better angle to thrust up into you, his lips hanging open. His cock nudged deep inside of you, every thrust pressing against your walls and making you gasp. “You’re so- so pretty [Y/N]. Riding me so g- good.” He whined, gripping your hips tighter and jerking you on his cock. You could only brace yourself on his knees as he fucked you on his length, controlling your pace with his tight grip. 

“F- Faster, Toby… ahh-” You groaned, glancing back at him as your mouth hung open. He was focused on your ass, concentrating deeply to make sure he fucked you the best he could. Truth was, Toby was just as inexperienced as you. But he was bound and determined to treat you the best he could because, God, were you treating him good. He glanced up at your pleading face, hips stuttering as his arms twitched around you, pulling you flush against his chest. You laid your head back against his shoulder again, perching your feet into the couch and opening your knees wider. At this angle, Toby could thrust up into you better, nudging his cock deeper inside and sending you hollering. His cock stretched you wider, his thrusts pressing firmly against your g-spot with every move on his hips. You tried to arch, but Toby’s hand gripped you tightly around the waist, holding you still so he could piston up into you quickly. 

‘Oh my- oh my God!” You hissed, tangling your hands in his curly hair and tugging sharply. He moaned loudly into your shoulder, retaking his place of biting into your skin, but this time he didn’t hold back. His teeth pressed firmly against the muscle in your shoulder, making you roll your eyes. He slid his right hand down your waist, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit and circling deeply. That’s what sent you over. You squealed, mouth hanging open as you stuttered up into his fingers, chasing your orgasm. Toby noticed this, holding you tighter and thrusting as deep as he could, relishing in the way your walls began to clamp down against him. “Co- Come on,” He groaned, sucking on the bite mark he planted on your skin. “Come f- for me…” His fingers slid on your clit, pushing you over the edge.

When you felt that familiar wave crash over you, Toby was quick to press deep inside of you and hold himself there, letting your walls constrict around him as you cried out. The tightness made him wince, using all of his willpower not to spill inside of you, groaning when you clenched down again. Your clit throbbed as Toby slowly rubbed you through your orgasm, his still-cold hands wrapping you tightly against him. Before you could catch your breath, Toby was pulling out of you and quickly pushing your legs together. He slid his cock in between the gap in your thighs, holding your legs still as he quickly stuttered his hips up, rubbing his length between your sensitive folds. You hissed, the quick pace making you squirm as he fucked your thighs, your ecstasy slick on his length.

Before you knew it, he was spilling on top of your thighs, moaning desperately into your ear as he held your waist tightly. There was… a lot. Several stripes of cum coated your legs as his thrusts slowed down to a dull grind, riding his orgasm out. “Oh my- y fuck…” He groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As you both caught your breath, he slowly sat you off of him, grabbing his torn shirt off the ground and wiping your legs clean. He was twitching all over, pleasure still riding through him as his tics became sporadic, almost intense. He grabbed a blanket and you grabbed him, your bodies laying snugged against each other as Toby threw the blanket over the both of you, surrounding you with warmth. He reached up, flicking off the lamp on the coffee table and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his body. 

“T- Thank you,” Toby mumbled, tucking your head under his chin as he breathed deeply. His twitching had calmed, only the slow stutter of his voice left. In the soft glow of the fireplace, you nuzzled into his chest, breathing his scent in deeply. The storm still raged outside, the wind whipping against the house and howling lowly. You could feel yourself drifting as Toby’s fingers drifted along your spine, little goosebumps rising in their wake. For the first time in a long time, you were relaxed and calm. The stress of work and life had left you as you just lay in Toby’s arms, swallowed by his scent. 

-

When you stirred awake from the sunlight shining through the windows, you immediately noticed the emptiness beside you. You sat up, the blanket sliding off your bare chest and sending cold chills across your skin. You pulled the blanket around you, shuffling to the window and peeking out. The snow was beginning to melt, the sunlight reflecting brightly off of what was left from the night before. As you turned back to the living room, there was no sign of Toby. No boots or shirts were scattered on the ground. No hatchet on the coffee table. But what you did see, was his hoodie still neatly folded on the loveseat across from you. You smiled to yourself, picking the clothing up and examining it. It was rather large, swallowing you whole as you slid it over your head. But it smelled like him. 

When the weekend was up and you packed your Jeep full, you sighed, craving desperately to stay and abandon work. You glanced into the thick forest, longing for some sign of Toby, but knowing you wouldn’t get one. Groaning, you slid into the driver's seat and started the engine, the warm air relieving you from the cold outside. 

As you drove back down the mountain, you couldn’t help but stare into your rearview mirror at the early morning fog lying low amongst the trees. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or your desperation making you see things. But as you glanced back one more time, you could’ve sworn you saw a curly-haired boy amongst the trees. 

But when you looked back again, there was nothing there. Nothing but miles and miles of forest.

Even still, you smiled.

This was a request for @carmoronic!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[contradictivs]

watching s/afiya mix every oreo flavor together … definitely some dumb shit ryder would try

[1lovecarlee]

many ppl have been telling me that carley and lee aren’t together like shut up y’all are playing the wrong version of twdg, they’re actually married for 7 years and adopted clementine.. 😒

[clonedchaos]

𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰- 𝔇𝔞𝔶 15: 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔣𝔱

Summary:

Jane has a bright new idea... She just hopes it can make the cut.

Rating: G/PG

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Jane's pencil danced across the page like a pirouetting ballerina. Her lunch lay abandoned at her side; leftover tuna salad wasn’t too appealing anyways. She had just gotten into the groove of a new design, and the inspiration was practically spilling out of her and into the lead on the paper. Eating could wait.

A little curl here, some shading there. Maybe she should add a hat. What kind of hat? Jane couldn't see her creation being the type to wear any sort of cloche. A dress was also out of the question, Carley was more practical than that. She was a part of the butcher gang, after all. Or, going to be.

Jane eventually decided on a bowler hat. She adjusted the hair to resemble horns; it definitely matched Bendy now. 

What was next? She carefully crafted a sleeveless top and pants, somewhat resembling Boris's overalls. Perhaps she could throw in a bit of lipstick like Alice Angel wore. Finally, she blocked out her oversized boots and spent at least five minutes fixing her gloves and fingers.

There. Perfect. She had her final draft. Jane held it up and admired her piece with a bright smile. Now all that was left to do was submit her idea to Mr. Drew. Her heart gave a little flutter. She hoped he liked the idea.

The page was ripped from her hands. Jane whirled around to find a trio of her coworkers snickering at her drawing. They'd been doing that all week, and she had learned to block it out after a while. But now, they'd decided to confront her.

"So this is what you've been doing all week," The curly haired brunet holding the page sneered at her. "Is this your little fan project? You're really still at it?"

"Give it back, Daniel," Jane snapped icily and lunged forward. He stepped back and held it out of her reach.

"It's never going to work, Jane," Kim piped up, batting her false lashes at her. "Best not to waste your breath, hon."

"Carley will work," Jane combatted and reached up on her tiptoes to try and snag the drawing. Daniel was a full foot taller than her and barely even had to try warding her off.

"You're not special, Jane," Daniel replied. "Nor is your little cloudy friend here. Mr. Drew isn't going to bat an eye at this. You think we haven't tried? He doesn't listen to any of us."

"She's a ghost," Jane corrected, fighting hard to hold back tears. She wouldn't give them the pleasure of seeing her reaction. Was that true? Would Mr. Drew not care?

"Oh, that's cool," Richard complimented, eyes glued to her drawing. Daniel and Kim shot him a poisonous look. He quickly ducked his head and shut his mouth with a squeak.

"We're just trying to help you out here, Jane. This isn't going to work. Better to crush those dreams before they even start." With that, Daniel crumpled up the drawing in his fist.

Jane felt like her soul had been stomped on. Daniel tossed it onto the ground with a dismissive side glance. "Look, it's amusing. Cute, even. But big ideas are... not for you." With that, he turned and sauntered back to his table. Kim followed him like a lost puppy, giggling all the way. She was such a suck up...

Richard eyed his friends before reaching down and picking up her drawing. Jane steeled herself for more humiliation.

The young man only straightened out the drawing to the best of his ability and gave it a smile before handing it back to her. "Um... I think Carley is pretty cool," He said lowly, if a bit sheepishly. "I think you should show it to Mr. Drew."

Jane blinked. Was she hallucinating? "What...?"

"Your idea," He clarified with a bit more confidence. 

"Oh..." Jane murmured and held the drawing closer to her chest. So she wasn't imagining that. "Thank you."

Richard brightened up a little and the tension in his face faded. It only lasted for a split second before a shout made him stiff as a statue.

"Rich!" Daniel was staring at them now with an irate grimace. Kim was looking over his shoulder in curiosity. "Your food is getting cold."

"Coming!" Richard called before giving Jane a light smile. "Good luck.”

Jane was left standing there, frustration, despondence, and relief mingling around in her head. She looked back down at her drawing. The wrinkles threw off her proportions and angles, but Carley was still there despite it all.

One day Carley would come to fruition. Maybe not now, maybe not a month from now… But one day. She wasn’t going anywhere until it happened.

[connorswhisk]

doodlebug - autistic!clementine, seasons 1&2

for @lonlonmilck - i hope you enjoy! i absolutely LOVED writing this one :)

if you'd like to request a twdg fic, shoot me an ask!

also on my ao3

After they leave Lilly behind, Clementine sort of…shuts down, for a minute. Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck all stay up front in the RV, and Lee goes to speak with them. While he’s gone, Clem considers joining Ben at the table and seeing how he is, but something tells her Ben doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now.

She wishes Carley were still here. Carley was always nice to hang around, she used to find leaves around the motor inn for Clementine to do her rubbings with. Clem longs to feel a pencil beneath her fingers again, a piece of powdery pink chalk in her hands, but her body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate on that front.

She’s scared. She’s been scared this whole time. But right now, she feels the most terrified she’s ever been. Worse than Sandra, and the walkers at the drugstore, and even worse than when she’d crawled out of the vent in the St. Johns’ barn and seen the horrible room full of blood and blades waiting for her. This, somehow, is so much worse than any of that.

When Lee tells her Duck’s been bitten, Clem gets angry.

“I thought he was just tired, and that’s why he didn’t want to talk to me today.” She scowls. “I didn’t know he was stupid enough to get bit. ”

“Clem,” Lee says. Concern laces his tone. “You know it isn’t anyone’s fault. These things…they happen, now. It’s how the world is.”

“But he’s my friend, ” says Clem, and suddenly she’s crying just like the whiny little baby she is, hot tears splashing out and down her cheeks. “I don’t want him to go…”

“We don’t know everything about these yet,” Lee reassures her, a hand on her shoulder. If it were anyone other than Lee touching her, Clem would recoil; but it is Lee, so she leans into it, not away. “Duck could bounce back. We could still find a way to help him.”

But the way he talks makes it sound like Duck is already dead.

I wouldn’t have let your friend get bit, says the stranger on the walkie talkie. If I were there, he’d still be alive and playing with you.

The worst part is that Clem has no idea whether or not to believe him.

– – –

Lee dies, and Clementine nearly doesn’t make it out of Savannah. Not after him, not after the stranger and his bowling bag, not after her Mom and Dad - she leaves Lee, because she has to, but she gets stuck at the door and can’t bring herself to open it.

Because if she opens it, he’s really gone. And all the walkers outside - they’re loud, moaning and groaning and wailing all over the place, the swarm they brought down with them when they took the train. Before it had been easier; Lee had smeared the guts on her, Lee had held her hand and kept her close as they moved through the crowded, jostling pack. Now, she’s alone. She has to freshen the entrails herself, and the smell and the feeling of them all slippery and warm beneath Clem’s fingers nearly makes her puke. She has no hand to hold, and for one fleeting moment, she thinks it might be easier to just stay here. With him.

But that’s not what Lee would have wanted. And Christa and Omid are out there somewhere, waiting for her. She has to find them.

She has to find them.

So she opens the door, and she holds her palms against her ears.

– – – 

“Do you blame me?” Clem asks. “It’s my fault he’s gone.”

“I don’t blame you,” Christa tells her, and Clem knows that she lies.

– – – 

“I think you’ll get along well with Sarah,” Pete tells her, even though they’re still convinced it’s a walker bite and Luke refuses to carry her any longer.

“Who’s Sarah,” asks Clem, rather dully. Her arm hurts like a motherfucker; she can still hear Sam’s dying whine from when she slid the knife beneath his matted yellow fur.

“She’s another girl,” Luke tells her. “Bit older than you, but sweet. You guys might have some things in common.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Clementine demands, and Luke blanches. 

“I didn’t mean - only that - “

Pete saves him. “She could just really use a friend closer to her own age,” he says kindly. “I bet you could, too.”

The last age-appropriate friend Clem had was Duck, and Duck got bit. She doesn’t exactly have high hopes for this Sarah kid, either. Really, she shouldn’t be making any friends, because they’ll all just leave her eventually, and then she’ll be alone again. 

Maybe she’s the common denominator. Maybe, if she lets people be, no one else will have to die. 

But she knows on her own, she wouldn’t survive.

Sarah is sweet, it’s true, and nice enough, but she doesn’t get it. She’s never killed a walker and when Clem tries to teach her how to use a gun, Sarah nearly shoots her right between the eyes.

“Don’t point that at me!” Clementine exclaims. “You never, ever point a gun at someone, even if you know it’s not loaded! If you keep doing that, you’re going to get someone killed.”

Sarah shrinks in on herself. She lowers the pistol, embarrassed. “Ok,” she whispers, the grimy lenses of her crimson glasses fogging up with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. Just…please don’t shout at me.”

Clem hadn’t even realized she’d been yelling. She hadn’t meant to hurt Sarah’s feelings, it’s only that she has to know these things. If Lee hadn’t taught Clem everything he had, she wouldn’t still be alive. She knows that.

And Sarah is sweet, even if she’s naive. Clementine doesn’t want her to die. “Why can’t you tell me who that guy at the door was?!” Clem demands, and Sarah wilts and bites her fingernails and says, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I just - I can’t remember!”

Clem sighs; she pulls Sarah into a hug and holds her there until she calms down again.

Jane is blunt, like her. Jane knows how hard it is to lose the ones you care about, to be left all by your lonesome. Clem likes her, likes that she’s smart enough to use the guts as a disguise and flirt with Troy ‘til the walkers get him. She admires Jane’s poker face, and her short-chopped hair, and how she teaches Clem to take them out at the knee so it’s easier to reach their skulls.

But then Jane wants to leave Sarah in the trailer home. And Clem understands - more than anyone bar Carlos, and Carlos is gone - that Sarah can be difficult, but Jane’s so quick to abandon her for dead that Clementine starts to worry, and not just for her friend.

If Jane hates Sarah, and Sarah and Clementine are alike, at least a little bit…does that mean Jane hates Clementine, too?

“I’m sorry,” Jane tells her, after Sarah’s screams stop and all Clem can hear from below is the wet sounds of feasting on flesh. “I tried to save her, I really did, I know she was your friend…I tried to save her, Clementine.”

And Clem knows that she lies.

– – – 

The first time she ever holds AJ in her arms, he stops his fussing and stares up at her with such innocent, big brown eyes that Clem nearly chokes on her own tongue right then and there. She passes him back to Rebecca and wonders what the hell a look like that is supposed to mean, from a new-born baby who’ll never know the way things used to be before the dead started walking.

At Wellington, alone in their room, he is all she has. Jane is dead, Kenny left them behind to stay safe. AJ doesn’t talk yet. He barely even gurgles. All he seems to do is cry - when he’s hungry, when he needs his diaper changed, when he’s tired and he can’t fall asleep. Clem stays up with him in the night, loses her own sleep to make sure he gets his. She shushes him and rocks him in her arms and hums him little songs until those brown eyes flutter shut and he finally drifts off to bed.

She’s exhausted, and she’s almost as lonely as she was before. She looks down at the baby in her arms and feels…nothing. Nothing except for the guilt, and that she can’t do anything about.

Then one night, AJ hands her a doodle, balled up and crumpled in his meaty little fist. It’s nothing more than a few scribbles, mixtures of yellow and green crayon that blend to make a muddy brown. The colors of the leaves right at the end of summertime. He doesn’t make a sound as he gives it to her, but when she takes it in her hands, she knows it’s hers and hers alone.

“Thank you,” she tells him, softly, feeling more vulnerable than she has in months, and her tears catch in his tiny curls as she presses the first of many, many kisses to her goofball’s forehead.

[juno-box]

BTSing my Fic w/Juno: DoTWD Chapters 6-9

Hey howdy! So I wanted to share a bunch of behind the scenes things with my fanfic, this time around there's A LOT. namely deleted scenes, added scenes and scrapped content! Let’s begin!

Lee’s would’ve told Ben about the messages on the answering machine

This was leftover from the original messages on the answering machine, from B.T.Sing Chapter 3. It would’ve come up in a now scrapped version of Chapter 9.

Travis would’ve attended dinner with the group.

Travis would’ve attended the infamous dinner with the group, but when I gave him Doug/Carley’s role of traveling with Lee I had him stay back with Doug, Ben and Carley.

Mark and Lee would’ve met Alfred in Episode 2

Alfred is a scrapped character that I mentioned in B.T.Sing Chapter 1-2. Alfred was originally a friend of Clementine mentioned in Episode 1, and was planned to make an appearance in a scrapped version of chapter 1. But when I scrapped that version of Chapter 1, Alfred was left in limbo.

At that point, I didn’t want to introduce Alfred from that old version of Ch.1,  but as a different character (with the same name lol). So I’d written an entire introductory chapter for him. But the problem again, like with Debbie and Oliver (see B.T.Sing Chapter 1-2) was that I had no real role for him going forward, but I was so obsessed with his chapter that I tried to make it work before I started the artwork for Chapter 6, but just couldn’t. 

Only other person I let read this version was @thecrusadercomrade lol, but if you want to see it for what it turned out to be here: [🪓]

Maybe I’ll get the chance to use him one day.

The dinner scene was extended recently

The dinner scene was originally way shorter than it is in the final draft. I extended it, inspired by cut background dialogue from Episode 2, so it feels more from the perspective of the guests rather than everyone hovering around until Lee came barrelling in.

Scrapped moment from the dinner scene:

Clementine originally went into vent instead of Rachel, and the locker room would’ve went down differently

Just as it says. Rachel was more disturbed than Clem was, visibly it appeared.

In a scrapped version of Chapter 9, Rachel would’ve managed to get away from the St. John’s before they reached the locker

Rachel would’ve freaked out and bit Andy’s hand, then rushed out of the barn, slamming the door shut. Since it was dark and raining, he couldn’t find her.

When Lee would awake, Clem would tell him that Rachel made a run for it and was out there somewhere. Lee would’ve been much more urged to escape the locker room. So when Larry had his heart attack, he would’ve helped Kenny kill him.

Meanwhile, with Rachel, she would’ve made her way up a haystack, over the fence and through the cornfield by the barn, and over a toppled over fence and made a cut through the dirt path they took to the dairy. There she would’ve run into Travis and company. We actually wouldn’t see them again until Lee escaped the barn and dealt with Danny.

The group originally took a vote to go to the dairy.

In a scrapped version of Chapter 6, the group would’ve taken a vote to go to the dairy. They would vote to go, and Lee, Travis, Ben and Mark would go. Lee was apprehensive on going. That version is missing.

However, when they meet Brenda and Mark offers for their whole group to come, Lee would interject and say they have to talk to their group first. That version of Chapter 7 is here: [🪓]

Travis and Ben had a cut argument on the way to the dairy

Instead of clicking his teeth and ignoring it, Travis would’ve turned around and asked Ben what his problem was. It was due to him thinking about what Lee had said about the answering machine earlier, along with scrapped dialogue with Travis about traveling and finding his parents. It was clunky, and once those messages were scrapped, so was this scene.

Instead of pencils it was Halloween candy

Rachel mentions Ben making her return stolen pencils, but the line was originally about Halloween candy. Not a big change, but I didn’t feel like Ben would rat her out on her birthday lol.

Margeret/Pidge, the fourth St. John

Now this  I’m excited to share with y’all because it’s been MONTHS. Get ready because this is long:

Back in early pre-DoTWD ‘production’, like I’m talking before DoTWD was even called “Dawn of The Walking Dead” (it used to be something more ‘poetic’ before being changed to ‘Dawn of the Dead’ ,and finally ‘Dawn of The Walking Dead) , characters were being drummed up in my mind and written down before being fully modeled. Yes, every original character has a biography sheet saved on my writing laptop. Most outdated but still there, nonetheless. A lot of characters were written, but most were scrapped (about 10, iirc). One 2 made it to the sketch and model stages before being cut.

One of these characters was a girl named “Margaret St. John”.

As her name implied, Margaret (nicknamed Peggy) would’ve been a member of the St. John family. She was about 14-15, and was the niece of Terry, Brenda’s late husband. 

Margaret moved to her uncle’s farm years before the apocalypse, and her dream was to become a horseback rider. After the apocalypse, and her uncle’s death, Brenda would’ve been extremely protective of her and kept her on the farm at all times.

Margaret would’ve been introduced in Chapter 7, when Lee and company arrive at the farm. Margaret head’s out the house with her aunt carrying a jug of water. Brenda introduces her as her niece, and Margaret tells them that her friends call her Peggy so go ahead and call her that. Brenda offers them the basket of bread, and Margaret accidentally mentions taking one before letting out a squeak (she had a speaking quirk, something along the lines of letting out a ‘hm!’ Whenever she was flustered, it was funny). 

She mentions Maybelle’s sickness, to which Mark blurts out they have a vet. Brenda excitedly tells them to bring their group. Margaret asks to help, and Brenda tells her to show Lee and Mark around the dairy, much to Margaret’s chagrin.

Andy asks Lee and Mark to help secure the perimeter, and warns Margaret to stay away from the fence before leaving to go fuel the generator.

Before Ben and Travis head back, Margaret tip-toes around Lee and stops in front of them. She’d ask their names and then tell them to follow her down the drive. Confused, Lee would state that Andy asked her to stay. To which Margaret would reply that Andy ain’t her dad, and wasn’t the boss of her. 

He’d ask about the tour and she’d quickly point at the barn, the generator and the fence around them before stating that there was nothing interesting to do around there and how she never gets to walk in the woods anymore.

Mark tries to say he doesn’t want her to get in trouble but she shrugs him off and tells them to cover for her if they ask. She picked up and skipped down the driveway with Ben and Travis in tow.

We would then get a perspective of them going to the inn from Ben. He has an inner dialogue about the events so far when Margaret interrupts him and asks if he was local. Ben tells her he’s from Stone Mountain, and she asks if he’d visit Macon to which he’d say sometimes but it wasn’t very interesting. Margaret mentions the woods were her favorite part out there. She’d then mentioned how she used to come out and feed the raccoons and play the guitar. But after the walkers came, she wasn’t allowed to go back into the woods or play the guitar outside.

And that was as far as I wrote for Margaret St. John.

Now here’s Pidge St. John:

Pidge (short for something else) was the second version of Margaret. Here the introduction was the same, saved for the bubbly lines, which were replaced with more mellowed ones. Pidge wasn’t as happy and energetic as Margaret, but more of a chill teenager. 

Pidge had headphones instead of a headscarf, because picking up where we left off with Margaret, since Pidge could no longer play guitar like she used to, she started listening to tapes on a walkman she claimed from the lost and found.

Ben asks if raccoons had rabies, to which Pidge shrugs and nonchalantly replies that they never bit her so she wouldn’t know. Ben would say she reminded him of Rachel, and mention that she’s obsessed with animals that can easily kill you. 

They arrive at the inn and Travis happily presents the biscuits. Pidge introduces herself as everyone digs in and would invite them for dinner, where they’d accept.

Scrapped because oh my God.

I have written and rewritten roles and characters for this project for so many months. But this character by far has had the MOST amount of back-and-forth I’ve ever seen. Ever.

First and foremost, Margaret/Pidge isn’t like Alfred 1 & 2, or Debbie and Oliver. No, Margaret actually had a bigger role in DoTWD. What had happened was that her role kept changing because moments in the story down the line kept changing. And for her to keep that role I’d written for her, I’d have to find a way to keep her with the group until the end of Season 1.

Thing is, she didn’t have a role with them in this season. If anything Pidge would’ve been an extra body until Season 2.

I can’t say what her role was because it spoils things planned for Season 2, but it did involve her being an antagonist.

Traveling back to Margaret/Pidge in Season 1 however, both of their versions were different, but the better version in my opinion was definitely Margaret.

See, Margaret was an energetic and friendly girl. But true to her namesake, Peggy was a St. John to her soul. 

In the barn, where Lee opens the kill room door, Margaret would come up behind him and shut it. Lee asks her what the hell was all that blood, and she (albeit annoyed) tells him that her cousins clean their kills since aunt Brenda doesn’t like the mess, and sometimes she has to clean the room. She mentions that she’d “Really not clean anything else for a while, so just leave it be.”

At dinner, when Lee reveals the truth. She feigns terrified about her family’s cannibalism. When her cousin Andy comes back from escorting the prisoners to the meat locker, she’s seen continuing her meal as if nothing happened. He says she got sloppy. It’s then when Margaret's facade would finally drop. She snaps back at him and says that at least she tried playing dumb, unlike his stupid ass. Andy replies that none of this would’ve happened had she just locked the door upstairs after she was done doping up Mark with morphine. She shrugs him off and says she’s still hungry and won’t let something stupid like this ruin her meal she worked hard on.

Brenda comes down and tells her (a bit nicer) that she should’ve locked the door. Margaret says “That Lee fella broke the lock to the back room before, how the hell was a lock gonna stop him anyways? If he wanted to find out, he was gonna find out. It’s done. I’m taking a walk.”

We continue the story from the motor inn group POV. But in this version, Lee would’ve killed the St. John’s (Danny and Andy). 

Clementine would tell Lee to look behind him as an enraged Margaret comes charging at the man at full speed with that pitchfork from earlier. Lilly shoots the girl in the stomach and she falls. Margaret curses Lee, screaming that everything was his fault and if he’d just minded his own business none of this would’ve happened.

Lee wouldn't bring himself to kill a child, so as she demands Lee come back so she could kill him he walks away.

Pidge, however, wasn't an antagonist. At least not immediately. She had no clue about her family's cannibalism and would’ve escaped with the motor inn group. More on that as the chapters go on, because as I said, Margaret/Pidge was written out beyond what I write here but then we’d be getting into actual spoilers, and I don’t want to do that just yet. Besides, her role was just recycled anyway.

So when the time comes, I’ll make a B.T.Sing for JUST this character.

And here’s where you can read Margaret’s introduction: [🪓]

And here’s Pidge’s introduction: [🪓]

[roadhogsbigbelly]

for the record i know i'm using "one hit wonder" very loosely seems some of these artists have had other hits (like carly rae jepsen) but like these songs are/were much huger and well known to the general public than any of there other songs (call me maybe is more of a hit than cut to the feeling for example)

[yellowsugarwords]

Hi! I'm 90% sure your request are open; Can I request headcannons of Lee and Kennys friendship for twdg? I'm not sure how you played the game but, I played as kennys friend. Thanks, and Buh bye!

I’ve played it a few different times but always try to be Kenny’s friend. unless he’s being a dumbass, then I’ll tell him to calm down lol

first game I played as his friend. second playthrough I was a little stricter with him. what a lad

enjoy!!

Normally, Kenny wouldn’t have been friend’s with Lee.

They didn’t run in any of the same circles,

Socially, politically, economically,

But their new world had changed him.

For the better? He didn’t know.

Probably for the worse.

But Lee was an exception.

Every hot-head needed someone level-headed around.

Lee was his level-headed companion.

As odd as it sounded.

Lee was, after all, the one arrested for murder.

And a crime of passion, at that.

But Lee always balanced Kenny out.

Always kept him in line.

Even if Kenny didn’t always listen.

“What’s going on?” Lee asked one day,

Kenny’s head down,

Absent-mindedly staring at the pavement.

He was on watch duty, but his mind was elsewhere.

Kenny snapped back to reality.

He stood, acting embarrassed.

Lee placed his hands on his hips and smeared.

“I won’t tell anyone you were slacking on the job.”

Kenny smirked back. “Lilly would kick my ass.”

They chuckled to themselves.

That she definitely would.

“I can tell something’s on your mind.” Lee continued,

His sincerity returning to the forefront.

“So, what’s going on?”

Kenny hesitated, then looked away,

Rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment.

He hated talking about his feelings.

“It’s just,” he shrugged. “Racing.”

Lee nodded, but didn’t move,

Knowing Kenny needed a minute.

“It’s just been hard,” he continued.

His hands fell to his hips.

He had a tendency to fidget when nervous.

“Losing Duck was fuckin’ hard.” He finally said.

He shook his head and sighed,

Lowering his gaze.

Lee nodded in understanding.

Lee was always patient with Kenny.

He wasn’t good with his emotions, but Lee could tell.

He was patient with Kenny.

“I can imagine, man.” Lee said, frowning.

So, Lee pardoned himself for a moment.

When he returned, it was with two beers.

“Don’t tell Lilly,” Lee hushed, “they’re for special occasions.”

Kenny chuckled and accepted a bottle.

“Slick thinking.”

Lee knew Kenny didn’t want to talk.

He just wanted someone to sit with him.

That’s what he was here to do.

Whenever Lee was getting out of sorts, Kenny was there to back him up.

“Lilly, no.” Kenny stated firmly.

The argument of the day was on food rations.

The group wanted someone else to be in charge -

Namely, Carley -

But Lilly refused.

“None of you guys know how to survive out here.” Lilly scoffed.

“Stop making this harder than it needs to be,” Carley sighed,

Her fingers squeezing the bridge of her nose.

Lilly always gave her a headache.

“Lilly, this is what the group wants.” Lee insisted.

Lilly shot a death glare his way.

“This is a vote, not a choice.”

“Oh shut up, lee. You don’t know anything.”

“Hey!” Kenny snapped instantly.

He was furious.

“You better step the fuck down, young lady.”

“What did you say to my daughter?” Larry snapped, looking in.

“I said that your daughter better lay off.”

Lee coffee, not intimidated by Larry.

“This is a group, not a dictatorship. Your daughter better learn that.”

Lee gave a faint smile from behind Kenny,

Thankful that he always had his back.

No matter what, they always tried to do chores and shifts together.

One of them on watch,

The other surveying the property,

Chatting whenever they passed by.

They always went hunting and wood gathering together,

And when they had free time, they killed it together.

Drinking or chatting,

Playing a stupid card game or watching the kids play.

“Can you watch Clementine for me for a few?”

“You know it,” Kenny would always say.

After all, Lee always did the same for him.

With his precious Duck.

During group meetings the two would snicker at the back,

Nudging each other’s arms and whispering.

Whenever spotted, they faked sincerity,

Trying to say something that would make them innocent.

It never worked.

The group had long since accepted that this was Kenny and Lee;

It would always be how they were together.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[n3tb0t]

(AUTHORS NOTE) Hey, sorry for not posting in a bit. Family stuff came up. But I'll finsh this soon, I promise.

(This song reminds me of Kenny for some reason)

CHAPTER 2, ‘A Dose Of Family Blood’ WIPPP!!!!

The group is in Kenny's truck, which sputters to a stop.

“Well, this is as far as we’re going.” Kenny exclaimed with a short sigh. “Then it’s far enough.” Lee commented. Everyone gets out of the truck and walks down the street. Lee briefly stops in front of his family's pharmacy. “Look!” Duck yelled while his pointer finger aimed at what appeared to be a person near a car in the distance. Kenny waves his arms in the air to try to get their attention. “Hey there! You friendly? Truck’s run out of gas.”

The person, which we amused was, appeared to be a walker, eating a dead survivor. “Fuck!” Kenny yelled as many walkers started approaching the group, surrounding them. “We’re trapped!” Katjaa said with panic. Frera screams as a walker knocks her over and tries to attack her. “No, no!” Frera screamed.

Someone shoots the walker, who collapses on Frera. Frera, now covered in walker blood, returns to the group and is hugged by her family. The woman who saved Frera, continues to shoot the walkers that surrounded the group. Another survivor stands at the entrance of the pharmacy. “Run!” The man yelled. The woman fires a few more shots at the walkers and everyone runs into the building behind the young man. He closes and padlocks the metal gate in front of the building and joins the others inside as the walkers pound on the gate.

Inside the pharmacy there are three additional survivors. “We can’t take risks like this!” “And we can’t just let people die, either.” “When I say ‘that door stays shut no matter what’ I fucking mean it. We don’t know who these people are; they could be dangerous!” The other woman yelled. “Worse, they could’ve led ‘em right to us!” The old man spated. “Where the hell is your humanity?! They would’ve died out there!” The woman that had saved us, deffends us again. “Then we let ‘em!” “We have kids with us.” Lee said, thinking that it would change their minds. “I see one little girl and one little boy..”

Clementine holds Lee’s hand and looks up at him.

“What is it?” Lee asked. “I… I have to pee.” Lee was about to reply to Clementine but the people talked over his words. “I'd go out there again in a second.” “I bet you would. You’re a dumb, careless kid.” The one woman shot back at the younger man. “I would too!” replied the reporter lady. “In a minute, Clem.” Lee finally replied. Clementine lets go of Lee's hand. “They’ve got kids Lilly.” “Those things outside don’t care.” Lilly said, pointing her finger at the door. “Maybe you should go join ‘em then. You’ll have something in common!” Kenny commented, while shoving his pointer finger in her face. “Goddamn it, Lilly, you have to control these people!”

“Carley and Glenn just ran out there!” “I don’t give a flying fuck! We’re in a warzone!” While everyone is pointing and yelling at each other, Clementine sneakily approaches the bathroom. “She’s not wrong. They took a risk.” Lee said, backing up Lilly. “Yes, we did.” “And we appreciate it. Now let’s settle down.” Lee replied in a thankful and calm tone.

Lilly noticed what Lee had said. “Holy shit.” Larry looks behind him. Frera is sitting on one of the chairs near the bar, with Katjaa and duck attending to her. “Son of a bitch, one of them is bitten!” “She wasn’t bitten.” Lee quickly defended. “Hell she wasn’t! We have to end this, now.” Larry hissed not believing Lee.

He walks over to Frera but Kenny stands in front of him, blocking his way. “Over my dead body.” “We’ll dig one hole.” Larry said almost butting heads with Kenny. “No!” Katjaa yelled. “I’m cleaning her up! There's no bite! He’s fine!” Katjaa hurriedly tries to wipe away the blood on Frera, searching for a bite. “Don’t you fucking people get it? We’ve already seen this happen. We let someone in with a bite stay and..- and we all end up bitten!” “Shut up!” Kenny yelled at the old man. “We gotta throw her out, or smash her head in!” “Kenny stop him!” Katjaa yelled pleading. Kenny stays in eye contact with Larry. “Lee, what do we do about this guy?” Lilly turned towards her dad. “Dad, it’s just a girl, it’s-” “Lilly, I’ll handle this.” Larry said, cutting Lilly's sentence. “But your heart, Dad. You need to calm down.” Lilly pleaded, resting her hand on her fathers shoulder.

Lee finally responds to Kenny. “We kick his ass.” Lee crosses his arms. “That’s what I’m thinking.” Kenny said, keeping his ground against Larry. “Everyone, chill the fuck out!” “Nobody is doing anything.” Lilly and Carley try to make everyone listen and calm down. “Shut up, Lilly” Larry yells at Lilly then turns his focus towards Carley. “And you, shut the fuck up.” Larry said with his finger in Carleys face. He turns back to the group that stood in front of him. “They will find us and they will get in here, and none of this will fucking matter. But right now we’re about to be trapped in here with one of those things.” “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Kenny said with such anger in voice. “She’s bitten! That’s how you turn!” “She’s not bitten! Lee, stop this! It’s upsetting her!” Katjaa pleads, as she tries to cleans the walker blood that's all over Frera.

“Oh, I’m “upsetting” her?” Upsetting is getting eaten alive!” “Dad, we get it, it’s a big deal.” Larry turns his attention back to Lilly. “Do you? You’re not fucking acting like it!” “What if this was your daughter?”

Lee questions Larry, thinking that it would change his mind in this situation. “Never woulda happened. She’s not some snot-nosed toddler, okay? She’s United States Air Force.”

Kenny steps up in rage. “Oh, fuck you and her! I’m gonna kill him, Kat! Just worry about Frera and Duck.” Kenny yelled, with his face scrunched up, getting much closer to Larrys face by the second.

“Lee?” Clementine stands in front of the bathroom. “Yeah?” “There’s someone in there.” Clem says with worry. “It’s just locked. Keys behind the counter. Probably.” Lee rolls his eyes and shrugs, while Clem makes her way to the counter.

“Hey, I’m not the bad guy here, I’m just looking out for my daughter!” Larry tries to defend himself. “No, you’re just the guy arguing for killing a kid!” “She’s covered in muck! She’ll find the bite. Watch!” “she won’t.” “And if she does? The first thing she’ll do is sink her teeth into her mom’s face. Then once she’s dead, she’ll probably pounce on your little girl!” Larry says, pointing his finger at Lee. “She’ll turn fast and then they’ll be three. And that, girl, is the ball game.”

Katjaa moves quicker on removing the walker's blood off of Frera, trying to prove a point that she isn’t bitten. “She’s just a girl! I think we can handle him.” “A little girl?! She’ll be an uncontrollable man-eater!” “It’s not gonna happen!” Kenny shouted, defending like a shield for Katjaa, Frera and Duck. “It is and we’re tossing him out now!” Lee steps closer to Larry with anger in his veins. “No! You don’t touch that girl, you don’t touch anybody!” Lee snaps “I’ve got a little girl I’m trying to protect in here too. You want to get violent, you old fuck? Well, come on! You better have a plan to kill me, though, because it’s me, before anyone else in here!”

Clementine screams as the bathroom door opens, a walker emerges from it, trying to attack her. “Jesus!” “Clementine!” Lee tries to run over to her, but bumps into Lilly and falls to the ground, hitting his head.

His vision starts to go blurry, but he can vaguely see the walker Clementine. Lee quickly gets up, making a quick recovery, he runs over to Clementine, pulling away the walker from her. Lee pushes the walker down to the ground, but not strong enough. The walker gets up and attacks Lee, and he tries to push it away. “Ah, god, get off!” Lee's voice was replaced by heavy breaths, due to the walker pushing him down to the ground. Out of the air, the walker gets shot and falls to the floor. “Man..” Lee says, out of breath.

He slowly rises off of the floor. Carley lowers her gun. “You okay?” She asks, with worry in her voice. “Just great, thanks.” Walkers suddenly pound on the boarded up doors. “Uh… guys?” “Everybody down! Stay quiet!” Lilly whispers yells, as she hid behind a shelf, along with her father. Kenny and his family huddle together, Clementine hides behind Lee, while everyone else kneels down behind the shelves. “They’re gonna get in!” “shut up.”

Loud engines and gunfire are heard outside the drug store. “Is that the military?” Lee asks. “I don’t know.” Lilly replied to Lee. “Thank god for whatever it is.” Glenn replied with a sigh.

The nosies soon fade away. Larry gets up and marches across the room. Soon everyone follows Larry and leaves their hiding positions. “We almost died because of this bitch and her itchy trigger finger! That was stupid! That was-” Larry groans and grabs his chest, falling to the floor. “Dad!” “shit” Kenny whispered. Lilly runs over to Larry, who is lying on his side on the floor. “What's wrong with him?!” “It’s his heart!” “My pills…” Larry mumbles. “Um… Nitroglycerin pills?” Katjaa guessed. Lilly stands up. “Yes. We’re out. We’ve been trying to get into the pharmacy since we got here! Please, try to get in there!”

Lee stepped up. “There’s probably another entrance. Maybe through the office.” “How do you know that’s an office?” Asked Carley. Lee quickly made up an lie. “Educated guess.” Carley gave a weird look towards Lee, but Lilly quickly changed the subject. “It doesn't matter. We need nitroglycerin pills. Please get in there. I’ll keep an eye on my dad” “Everyone else should get comfy and look for anything useful. We could be in here a while.” Kenny commented while his family walked over to the food bar in the corner of the store.

“I’m starting to think this drugstore isn’t a permanent solution.” “You’re right, this ain’t exactly Fort Knox.” Kenny chimed in agreeing with Glenn. “What do you suggest?” Lee asked, looking at the men. “We need as much gas as possible so we can all get out of downtown Macon. Fast.” Lee nodded his head. “Agreed.” “Then I’ll head out and get gas. There’s a motel not too far from here, out towards the end of Peachtree. I’ll work my way towards it and then loop back, siphoning what I can.” Glenn exclaimed his plan. “You know your way around? Local?” questioned Lee. “Born and raised.” replied Glenn. “If you’re gonna do that, here’s a walkie-talkie if you get in a tight spot. Hopefully you won’t need it.” Lee hands off the radio to Glenn. “Cool.” “Clementine’s got the other one. Check in with her and get back here as soon as you can.”

Frera walks over quietly, scaring her Dad, Lee and Glenn a bit. “Christ Frera, what did I tell ya’ bout sneakin’ around like that?” Kenny gushed, in a slight tone. “Sorry..” “It’s alright Frera. Is there anything that you want?” Lee asked. Frera turned her focus towards Lee. “Could I go on the run with Glenn?” the kid asked hoping for a yes. “Uh.. if that's alright with your dad and mom.” Glenn propoused, looking at her dad looking for an answer from him. “It’s too dangerous for you, out there.” “but, I know how-” “no buts.” Frera huffs a bit in disappointment, wishing her father would let her go. “Don’t give me that attitude now, Fera.” Frera walks away with attitude and disappointment.

Kenny turns to Lilly. “And, you, what’s your name?” Lilly looks up at him while she is crouched down by her father. “It’s Lilly. My dad’s Larry.” “Keep a good eye on him. These boys will work on getting you your medicine.” Kenny said, reassuring Lilly and her Father. “That’s right.” “And you. You keep an eye in that front door. You’re our lookout.” “It’s Doug, you got it.” “And I’m Carley.” Carley takes a couple steps closer to them. “Okay, Carley, you’ll shift in with Doug when he needs it. For now, get some rest. You’re a good shot and I’d like to keep it that way.” Kenny exclaimed, while she nodded. “You got it, boss.” “Now get him those pills.”

Kenny stands next to Katjaa and Duck. Lilly remains kneeling in front of Larry, who is now propped up on the shelves behind him. Doug looks out the window near the entrance, keeping an eye on the walkers that get too close to the store. Carley works a radio, trying to turn it on. And Clementine holds her radio, waiting to hear anything from Glenn.

Lee walks up behind Carley, wondering what she's tinkering with. “You’re a pretty good shot.” “Well, you don’t fuck with a reporter, especially one that’s three days out from her last cup of coffee.” she joked. “What are you messing around with there?” Lee questions. “A radio. I can’t get it to work, though.” “Here, let me have a look” Lee picks up the radio and flips it over on its back side. He opens the battery door and discovers that it’s empty. “There are no batteries in this thing.” Lee cometed, while he set down the radio. “What now?” “You know that there are no batteries in that thing.” “Yeah, of course, I mean, Yeah.” Carley pauses for a moment. “No.” Lee lets out a tiny chuckle. “I can try to find some. Needs two.” “Thanks, I wouldn’t even really know what to look for.”

Lee walks away to talk to Doug. “Heard or seen anything?” “Nothing, lucky. Wanna step outside, have a look around?” Doug asked. “Ha, I’m not suicidal yet.” Lee commented, with an awkward chuckle. “No, the gate out there is closed. We can hang out in front of the store and be fine.” He explained. “Oh, huh… Eh, not right now..” “Alright, let me know if you want to.”

Lee walks away, making his way towards Kenny and his family, he overhears them talking. “We can’t let anything happen to Frera and Ducky.” “I know, hon.” “we just need to get back to Fort Lauderdale.” “We’ll do our damnedest.. Try to get some rest, hon.” Kenny says, trying to reassure her. “How can I with those things out there?” she exclaims. Kenny looks at her defeated, and tired.

“Hey, Lee. You really gave that old man hell.” “Yeah. We got pushed, you know?” “You don’t have to tell me; I was ready to tear the man’s head off.” he lets out a tiny chuckle. “Anyway, we, Kat and I, appreciate your support.” “Thank you, Lee” The married couple both thanked him. “How’s Frera doing?” Lee questions. “She’s okay, it was just shock.” the Norwegian woman responded. “We’re lucky as hell nobody got nabbed on the way in here.” “No kidding.” he mumbles. “How’s she doing?” Katjaa asked. “She’s good, I think.” Lee replies unsure, as he peaks back at Clementine. “She’s a tough one, right there.” “She’s just a little girl, Ken.” She reminded. “What were you sayin’, Lee, she spent days surviving on her own?” “That’s right.” “Not just any little girl can do that.” Kenny remarked.

“What’s the plan?” Lee questions. “hang tight, I suppose. Seems pretty dangerous out there, so we oughta wait for things to clear up.” The fisherman replied. “You said your family was from here in Macon?” “That’s right.” “Where are they? Should we go looking for them?” She asked in a worried tone. Lee sighs with sorrow and turns his focus on the ground. “They owned this place..” “I'm sorry.” Lee looks up at the woman. “Thank you.”

Kenny coughs to get Lee’s attention. “If you don’t mind, I Think my family and I are gonna rest for a bit. Let me know if that asshole over there takes a turn for the worse.” “You got it.”

Lee walks away doing as Kenny asked of him. He walks over to Lilly and her father to check up on things. “How’s he doing?” “I’m not sure I got your name.” Lilly questions, as she stands up, ignoring Lee’s own question. “It’s Lee.” She looks him up and down, before replying. “Lilly. My dad’s Larry. I was just doing what I had to earlier.” “Everyone was.” He retorted. “Now his heart’s acting up again, and I’m powerless to do anything.” she says, taking a double take on her father. “And that violence before, with my dad— that didn’t help.” she commented, turning back to Lee. “You’re from here?” he asks. “I work at Warner Robbins. The Air Force Base.” she replied. “Yeah, I know it. Pilot?” “Nah, just mechanical admin stuff. I deal with a bunch of shitheads and bureaucrats all day. Sometimes a plane, if I’m lucky. You?” “I work up at UGA.” he replies.

“Was anyone here when you guys got here?” Lee asks. “No, this place was pretty wrecked. We pulled a couple of bodies out of the office.” Lee shakes his head as his brows furrowed in sadness. “Are you okay?” Lee nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.” he replied, lying. He hoped that his parents had made it out, but no he knew that they didn’t make it. “Did you know anybody here?” She asks. “I’m sorry. We found an older couple in the office. Dad hauled them out in case they weren’t really dead.” Lee sighs. “I'm going to go sit with my dad.” Lee replied by humming.

He watches Lilly return to her father. He turned his gaze towards Clementine. She's sitting down on a box of canned food, looking down at the radio in her hand. “Hey, there.” Lee kneels down. “Hi.” She looks up from her radio. “Any word from Glenn?” Clementine shakes her head. “Nothing. Is he okay?” “Yeah, I think so. You’re doing a good job.” Lee's mouth turns into a crooked smile, in a reassuring way.

It quickly turned into awkward silence. “So… uh..” “Are you okay?” She asks, in a weary voice. “What? Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just, uhh.. I’m good.” “That’s good.” “Yeah, I think so. Being good is good. Despite the circumstances.” “Yep.” Clementine looks back down at her radio. “Can I get you anything?” “I’m okay. Maybe I’m a little hungry.” she commented, looking back at Lee. “I’ll find you something.”

Lee gets up from crouching, and starts walking around the room looking for something that Clementine could eat. While he’s looking for any kind of food, he finds some batteries for Carley’s radio, which she has been trying to work on for a while now. “This battery should fit the radio.” Lee drops the battery into Carley’s palm. “Great, thanks.” “And here’s another one.” He handed the last battery off to her. “Should be able to get it to work now. Thanks.” Lee nods his head, and walks away.

As he’s walking he catches an energy bar behind Carley, sitting alone on the shelf. He grabs it, and makes his way back to Clementine. “Here, Clem.” she looks up from her radio. “Thanks.” She reaches for the energy bar from Lee’s hand. “There's that office over there, you wanna help me look around?” Clementine nodded her head, accepting her journey into the office, with Lee.

Lee opens the office door and enters the room, with Clementine following him behind. The first thing that Lee notices the makeshift bed on the ground, covered in blood. “I can’t.. I can’t think about them in here.” he mumbles to himself. To the side of the bed is a picture frame. “There’s a photo over there.” he walks over to the photo that laid on the ground, and picks it up.

Lee stares at the photo in silence, letting his head drop in sorrow. He blames himself. He blames himself for not being there, and not being a good son, and brother. He takes the picture out of the frame. He looks at it for another moment, before ripping himself out of the photo. Lee drops the other half of the picture, before returning to what he was doing before.

Lee walks towards the only passage to the pharmacy. There is a tan desk and a wooden cane blocking the entry to the pharmacy. “I oughtta clear a path to opening that door.” He turns his direction towards Clementine. "Everyone out there seems alright to you?" She looks up at him. "Yeah. Well, maybe not the sick guy." "Yeah. We'll keep an eye on him." Lee said, side eyeing the door back into the main part of the Pharmacy.

"There was that in the bathroom. It tried to get me."

"I know." Lee turned his veiw back at Clem. "But you stopped it." "Yeah, I did." "Could you do that more?" She questions. "Well, I'm not gonna go looking for them." He replied. "I mean, get the dangerous ones." "I'm gonna try." "Good."

Lee walks back to the Barricade door, as he picks the wooden pallet that's blocking the door, a wooden cane falls out from behind it. Lee leans the pallet against the wall, nearby the door. He reached out for the cane that had fallen to the floor. "What's that?" Clementine asked. "This was my dad's cane. He'd zip around here on it from time to time."

[dandys-lieswithin]

⚠️!; TWDG S1 SPOILER AHEAD!!!

THE CONFESSION

(3/?)

[Travelier Motel, Georgia]

{After the incident on the St. John's Dairy, Carley tells Lee to confess to the Motel Survivors about his life before the apocalypse started to gain their trust, Simon/Shrimpo however...}

[the-delta-42]

Wings 3

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A New Day Part 3

The group was in Kenny's truck, which sputtered to a stop on a crossroad near a pharmacy.

“Well, this is as far as we're going.” Said Kenny, opening the door.

“Then it's far enough.” Responded Lee, as everyone got out of the truck and walked down the street. Lee briefly stopped in front of his family's pharmacy.

“Look!” Said Duck, pointing to what appeared to be a person near a car in the distance.

“Hey there!” Called Kenny, as he waved his arms, trying to get their attention, “You friendly? Truck's run out of gas.”

The person looked up, revealing that it's actually one of those creatures eating a dead survivor.

“Fuck!” Swore Kenny, as more creatures started approaching the group, surrounding them.

“We're trapped!” Cried Katjaa, as Duck screamed.

One of the creatures knocked Duck over, pinning his wings to the ground and tried to attack him.

“No, no!” Screamed Duck, as Lee swung a wing out and took one of the creatures down. He turned around to see a brunette woman with deep purple wings was shooting at the creature, who collapsed on Duck, covering him in its blood. He quickly returned to the group and hugged his parents. The woman who saved Duck continued to shoot the creatures. Another survivor stood by the entrance of the pharmacy.

“Run!” He yelled, gesturing them over to him.

The woman fired a few more shots at the creatures, slicing one up with her wings, before joining the small group as they ran into the building behind the other survivor. He closed and padlocked the metal gate in front of the building and joined the others inside as the creatures pounded on the gate. There were three more survivors inside the pharmacy.

“We can't take risks like this!” Yelled another woman, another brunette.

“And we can't just let people die, either.” Retorted the first woman.

“When I say ‘that door stays shut no matter what’ I fucking mean it.” Snarled the second woman, “We don't know who these people are; they could be dangerous!”

“Worse, they could've led 'em right to us!” Sneered an old man.

“Where the hell is your humanity?! They would've died out there!” Demanded the first woman.

“Then we let 'em!” Snarled the old man.

“Whoa, chill the fuck out, lady.” Said Lee, glaring at the woman, “We're just people trying to avoid those things, just like you.”

“Don't come in here and swear at me!” Snarled the second woman, glaring at Lee.

“I'll say whatever I want if you start threatening these people.” Snapped Lee, returning the glare and flaring his wings.

“You'll have to excuse her.” Apologised the first woman, looking at Lee.

“The hell he, or anyone will.” Snarled the second woman, “This is about survival, do you guys not see what's happening?”

Clementine held Lee's hand and looked up at him.

“What is it?” Asked Lee, wing wings relaxing slightly.

“I... I have to pee.” Whispered Clementine, nervously looking at the angry woman.

“I'd go out there again in a second.” Said the man that helped save them.

“I bet you would.” Sneered the second woman, “You're a dumb, careless kid.”

“I would too!” Declared the first woman, her wings flaring out. Lee already decided he liked her.

“Then just go.” Said Lee, looking back at the conversation as Clementine let go of Lee's hand.

“They've got kids, Lilly.” Said the man.

“Those things outside don't care.” Said Lilly, glaring at him.

“Maybe you should go join 'em then.” Suggested Kenny, “You'll have something in common!”

“Goddamn it, Lilly, you have to control these people!” Snarled the old man.

“Carley and Glenn just ran out there!” Defended Lilly, looking at the old man, Lee mentally noted their names.

“I don't give a flying fuck!” Snarled the old man, “We're in a warzone!”

Clementine approached the bathroom, part of her needed to pee, but most of her wanted to get away from the fighting.

“She's an asshole, that's for sure.” Muttered Lee, glancing at Kenny.

“That's what it takes.” Spat Lilly, glaring at Lee.

“Well, you don't have to be a bitch about it.” Retorted Lee, matching her glare.

“Holy shit.” Swore the Old Man, looking behind him. Duck was sitting on one of the chairs near the bar with Katjaa cleaning him up, “Son of a bitch, one of them is bitten!”

“He wasn't bitten.” Stated Lee, turning his glare on the man.

“Hell he wasn't!” Growled the Old man, sneering at Lee, “We have to end this, now.”

The old man started to walk over to Duck and Katjaa, before Kenny intercepted him, blocking his path to the mother and son.

“Over my dead body.” Growled Kenny, with Lee joining his side to make the impromptu barrier bigger.

“We'll dig one hole.” Sneered the old man, making Lee flare his wings.

“No!” Cried Katjaa, frantically wiping the blood off Duck, “I'm cleaning him up! There's no bite! He's fine!”

Katjaa hurriedly wiped blood off Duck, searching for a bite as she did.

“Don't you fucking people get it?” Growled the Old Man, looking around, “We've already seen this happen. We let someone with a bite stay and... and we all end up bitten!”

“Shut up!” Yelled Kenny, glaring at him.

“We gotta throw him out,” Bellowed the man, “or smash his head in!”

“Kenny, stop him!” Cried Katjaa, frantically wiping blood off Duck.

“Lee, what do we do about this guy?” Asked Kenny, glancing at Lee.

“Dad,” Pleaded Lilly, “it's just a boy, it's—”

“Lilly,” Growled the man, “I'll handle this.”

“But your heart, Dad.” Said Lilly, “You need to calm down. We'll get this kid out of here.”

“It's either him or your son.” Said Lee, “I say it's him.”

Lee crossed his arms and glared at the old man while flaring his wings.

“Goddamn right,” Said Kenny, glaring at the old man, “out on his ass with those things!”

“Everyone, chill the fuck out!” Yelled Carley, glancing at the windows and door.

“Nobody is doing anything.” Snarled Lilly, glaring at everyone.

“Shut up, Lilly!” Bellowed the man, before he turned to Carley, “And you, shut the fuck up.” He turned back to the group and snarled, “They will find us, and they will get in here, and none of this will fucking matter. But right now, we're about to be trapped in here with one of those things.”

“What the hell are you talkin' about?” Demanded Kenny, glaring at the man.

“He's bitten! That's how you turn!” Bellowed the man, pointing at Duck.

“He's not bitten!” Cried Katjaa, “Lee, stop this! It's upsetting him!”

“Oh, I'm ‘upsetting’ him?” Scoffed the man, “Upsetting is getting eaten alive!”

“Dad, we get it,” Interrupted Lilly, “it's a big deal.”

“Do you?” Sneered the man, “You're not fucking acting like it!”

“What if this was your daughter?” Questioned Lee, glaring at the man with his wing rigid.

“Never woulda happened.” Scoffed the man, “She's not some snot-nosed freak, okay? She's United States Air Force.”

“Oh, fuck you and her!” Bellowed Kenny, snarling at the man, “I'm gonna kill him, Kat! Just worry about Duck.”

“Lee?” Said Clementine, standing in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” Answered Lee, keeping his eyes on the argument.

“There's someone in there.” Said Clementine, looking at Lee.

“It's just locked. Key's behind the counter.” Said Lee, before hastily adding, “Probably.”

“Hey, I'm not the bad guy here,” Snapped the man, “I'm just looking out for my daughter!”

“No, you're just the guy arguing for killing a kid!” Roared Kenny, his face red.

“He's covered in muck!” Snarled the man, “She'll find the bite. Watch!”

“She won't.” Said Kenny, confidently.

“And if she does?” Questioned the man, “The first thing he'll do is sink his teeth into his mom's face. Then once she's dead, he'll probably pounce on your little girl! She'll turn fast and then they'll be three. And that, boy, is the ballgame.”

“Then we deal with it then.” Said Lee, getting between Kenny and the old man, “But right now we're just freaking everybody out.”

Kenny felt a wave of relief fill him, glad Lee had his back.

“Then get ready to deal with it because that boy is bitten.” Snarled the man, glaring at Lee.

“It's not gonna happen!” Snarled Kenny, his face slowly going a shade of purple.

“It is and we're tossing him out now!” Sneered the man, trying to push his way past Lee and Kenny.

“No! You don't touch that boy, you don't touch anybody!” Roared Lee, his wings arcing above his head and piercing the ceiling. Everyone froze at Lee’s shout, “I've got a little girl I'm trying to protect in here too. You want to get violent, you old fuck?! Well, come on! You better have a plan to kill me, though, because it's me, before anyone else in here!”

Clementine screaming as she opened the bathroom door drew everyone’s attention to her and causing them to see one of the creatures emerging from the bathroom, trying to attack Clementine.

“Jesus!” Swore the man, stepping back.

“Clementine!” Cried Lee, running over to her, before he ran into Lilly and fell to the ground, hitting his head on a shelf. His vision was blurry, but he could vaguely see the creature grabbing Clementine. Lee got up and ran over to Clementine, pulled the creature away from her and started grappling with it, “Get away from her, you son of a bitch!” He tossed the creature to the ground, going to arch his wings, only for one of his wings to give a stab of pain.

The creature got up and attacked Lee, and he suddenly found himself trying to push it away. “Ah, God, get off! Ugh...”

The creature was cut in half by a deep purple wing, before Carley shot it in the head as it writhed around on the floor.

“Man...” Groaned Lee, slowly relaxing his wings, feeling the pain in his wing start to alleviate.

Carley lowered her gun and looked at Lee, “You okay?”

“Just great, thanks.” Lee gave her a thumbs up, as Clementine looked up at him.

“Uh... guys?” Came Glenn’s voice, as the Creatures growled and pounded on the door.

“Everybody down! Stay quiet!” Whispered Lilly, crouching.

Kenny and his family huddled together, with Duck’s wings giving an occasional shake, Clementine hid behind Lee, and everyone else knelt down behind the shelves.

“They're gonna get in!” Whispered the old man, looking around.

“Shut up.” Responded Kenny, casting a glare at him.

They heard a series of noises, followed by gunfire outside the store.

���Is that the military?” Asked Lee, looking at Lilly.

“I don't know.” Answered Lilly, looking back at him.

“Thank God for whatever it is.” Said Glenn, looking around the group.

The old man got up and marched across the room. Everyone left their hiding places, as he started ranting, “We almost died because of this bitch and her itchy trigger finger! That was stupid! That was—” He groaned and grabbed his chest, before falling to the floor.

“Dad!” Cried Lilly, ran over to the man, who was lying on his side on the floor.

“Shit.” Whispered Kenny, glancing at Lee.

“I did try to get him to calm down...” Said Lee, getting a glare from Lilly.

“Can it, asshole!” Snapped Lilly, looking back at her father, “It's his heart!”

“My pills...” Muttered the man, from his spot on the floor.

“Um...” Katjaa looked at them, “Nitroglycerin pills?”

“Yes. We're out. We've been trying to get into the pharmacy since we got here!” Said Lilly, standing up, “Please, try to get in there! Behind the counter, where the pills are!”

“There's probably another entrance.” Said Lee, leaning against the shelves, “Maybe through the office.”

“How do you know that's an office?” Asked Carley, her wings perking slightly.

“Educated guess.” Dismissed Lee, folding his wings tight against his back.

“It doesn't matter. We need nitroglycerin pills.” Dismissed Lilly, glancing around, “Please get in there. I'll keep an eye on my dad.”

“Everyone else should get comfy and look for anything useful.” Said Kenny, “We could be in here a while.”

“I'm starting to think this drugstore isn't a permanent solution.” Admitted Glenn, looking around.

“You're right, this ain't exactly Fort Knox.” Agreed Kenny, looking around the store.

“What do you suggest?” Asked Lee, folding his arms.

“We need as much gas as possible so we can all get out of downtown Macon.” Said Glenn, looking at Lee, “Fast.”

“Agreed.” Said Lee, looking at Glenn.

“Then I'll head out and get gas.” Said Glenn, looking towards one of the exits, “There's a motel not too far from here, out towards the end of Peachtree. I'll work my way towards it and then loop back, siphoning what I can.”

“You know your way around?” Asked Lee, surprised, “Local?”

“Born and raised.” Grinned Glenn, rocking back on his feet.

“If you're gonna do that, here's a walkie-talkie if you get in a tight spot.” Said Lee, taking the walkie-talkie from Clementine’s home and gave it to Glenn, “Hopefully you won't need it.”

“Cool.” Tucking the walkie-talkie into his pocket.

“Clementine's got the other one.” Explained Lee, “Check in with her and get back here as soon as you can.”

Glenn nodded as he left.

“And, you, what's your name?” Asked Kenny, looking down at Lilly and her father.

“It's Lilly.” Answered Lilly, before gesturing towards her father, “My dad's Larry.”

“Keep a good eye on him.” Said Kenny, gesturing to the others, “These boys will work on getting you your medicine.”

“That's right.” Nodded Lee, as Kenny looked around.

“And you, you keep an eye on that front door.” Kenny spoke to a man by the door, “You're our lookout.”

“It's Doug, you got it.” Said Doug, nodding.

“And I'm Carley.” Said Carley, folding her wings away.

“Okay, Carley, you'll shift in with Doug when he needs it.” Nodded Kenny, looking at her, “For now, get some rest. You're a good shot and I'd like to keep it that way.”

“You got it, boss.” Nodded Carley, looking down at a radio.

“Now get him those pills.” Said Kenny, going to stand next to Katjaa and Duck.

Lilly knelt next to Larry, who was propped up on the shelves behind him. Doug was looking out the window near the entrance, while Carley worked on a radio and Clementine sat on a cardboard box nearby, holding her radio. Lee sighed and walked around the store, looking around the shelves, picking up anything he thought might be useful.

“You're a pretty good shot.” Said Lee, approaching Carley.

“Well, you don't fuck with a reporter, especially one that's three days out from her last cup of coffee.” Snarked Carley, smiling at Lee.

“You seem to handle yourself pretty well.” Complimented Lee, leaning against the shelf.

“Ha, really? I'm a disaster.” Laughed Carley, her wings flaring slightly.

“I can't tell.” Chuckled Lee, his own wings losing some of their tension.

“My news editor was eaten about five feet away from me,” Said Carley, her wings drooping, “and I would've joined her if it wasn't for that dorky guy on watch over there.”

“I'm sorry.” Said Lee, looking at her.

“She was an asshole, but, you know.” Shrugged Carley, looking back down at the radio.

“Yeah.” Sighed Lee, before he approached Doug, “Heard or seen anything?”

“Nothing, luckily.” Confessed Doug, looking around, “Wanna step outside, have a look around?”

“Ha, I'm not suicidal yet.” Chuckled Lee, shaking his head.

“No, the gate out there is closed.” Said Doug, pointing outside, “We can hang out in front of the store and be fine.”

“Oh, huh.” Lee folding his arms, before shrugging, “Sure, let's go have a look around.”

“Cool, and...” Doug looked around “we'll keep it down. Don't need to bring 'em back with any unnecessary noises.”

“Agreed.” Nodded Lee, as he and Doug left the store, “Jesus.”

There was a large group of creatures loitering around the streets, some hunched over, eating dead bodies. Doug covered his mouth with his hand, “I think I'm gonna be sick.”

“They just...” Lee couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Eat.” Finished Doug, grimly, “As far as I can tell, that's all they care about.”

“And if one gets you...?” Lee looked at Doug.

“They eat you,” Answered Doug, “and whatever is left comes back as one of them.”

“How the fuck...” Lee continued to looked around.

“I think it might be more than a couple days before all this gets sorted out.” Confessed Doug, glancing around.

“Yeah, I think so too.” Agreed Lee, “We better keep it down out here.”

Lee spotted a TV shop across from the store, “Ha, too bad we don't have a way to come out here and watch the news.”

“It would be nice to know what's going on elsewhere.” Agreed Doug, nodding at him.

“Atlanta's in rough shape; that's all I know.” Answered Lee, looking around, “Any idea where the pharmacy keys might be?”

“We searched high and low inside before you guys got here.” Answered Doug, looking at Lee, “And they weren't on the old couple we took out of the office.”

Lee looked down sadly, making Doug frown.

“Are you okay?” Asked Doug, making Lee look up.

“I'm fine.” He shook his head, “If the keys aren't in the drugstore, think they could be out here?”

“We now live in a world where ‘getting up and walking away’ is an actual possibility, so...” Doug shrugged.

“Right.” Said Lee, as they got up and re-entered the drugstore. He looked around, before walking up to the small family towards the back of the store, catching the tail end of a conversation Between Katjaa and Kenny.

“We can't let anything happen to Ducky.” Said Katjaa, rubbing between Duck’s wings.

“I know, hon.” Sighed Kenny, leaning against some shelves.

“We just need to get back to Fort Lauderdale.” Continued Katjaa, making Kenny sigh again.

“We'll do our damnedest.” Said Kenny, running a hand down his face, “Try to get some rest, hon.”

“How can I with those things out there?” Asked Katjaa, frowning.

“Hey, Lee.” Greeted Kenny, as he spotted Lee, “You really gave that old man hell.”

“Yeah.” Lee shrugged, “We got pushed, you know?”

“You don't have to tell me; I was ready to tear the man's head off.” Chuckled Kenny, looking at Lee, “Anyway, we, Kat and I, appreciate your support.”

“Thank you, Lee.” Smiled Katjaa, looking tired.

“How's Duck doing?” Asked Lee, looking at the winged boy.

“He's okay, it was just a shock.” Answered Katjaa, looking at Duck.

“We're lucky as hell nobody got nabbed on the way in here.” Confessed Kenny, looking at them.

“No kidding.” Said Lee, looking down at Duck, before looking at Clementine.

“How's she doing?” Asked Katjaa, following Lee’s gaze.

“She's good, I think.” Answered Lee, watching as Clementine swung her legs.

“She's a tough one, right there.” Said Kenny, looking at Clementine.

“She's just a little girl, Ken.” Sighed Katjaa, giving Kenny an exasperated look.

“What were you sayin', Lee, she spent days surviving on her own?” Asked Kenny, looking at Lee.

“That's right.” Nodded Lee, not taking his eyes off Clementine.

“Not just any little girl can do that.” Remarked Kenny, getting a nod from Lee as the man walked away.

“How's he doing?” Asked Lee, looking down at Lilly and Larry.

“I'm not sure I got your name.” Responded Lilly, standing up.

“It's Lee.” Responded Lee, looking at Lilly.

“Lilly. My dad's Larry.” Reintroduced the woman, “I was just doing what I had to earlier.”

“Everyone was.” Answered Lee, leaning against a shelf.

“Now his heart's acting up again, and I'm powerless to do anything.” Sighed Lilly, before giving Lee a look, “And that violence before, with my dad--that didn't help.”

“What's wrong with him?” Asked Lee, looking down at Larry.

“He's got a heart condition.” Answered Lilly, “He takes nitroglycerin tablets pretty regularly. I've seen a few bad attacks that he couldn't get over and needed to go to the hospital.”

“Yeah, that's not really an option right now.” Said Lee, frowning.

“I'm just trying to keep him relaxed.” Said Lilly, crouching down next to Larry.

Sighing, Lee walked over to Clementine and knelt down next to her, “Hey, there.”

“Hi.” Said Clementine, looking at Lee.

“Any word from Glenn?” Asked Lee, frowning as Clementine shook her head.

“Nothing. Is he okay?” Asked Clementine, frowning.

“Yeah, I think so.” Said Lee, before smiling, “You're doing a good job.”

Lee sighed, and walked to the office door, with another sigh, he opened the door and entered the office, with Clementine following him inside. Lee stopped when he noticed the bed covered in blood.

“I can't... I can't think about them in here.” Lee swallowed, before looking at Clementine, “Everyone out there seem alright to you?”

“Yeah. Well, maybe not the sick guy.” Said Clementine, looking down.

“Yeah.” Sighed Lee, “We'll keep an eye on him.”

“There was that thing in the bathroom.” Said Clementine, her wings trembling slightly, “It tried to get me.”

“I know.” Sighed Lee, his wings twitching.

“But you stopped it.” Smiled Clementine, looking up at Lee.

“Yeah, I did.” Smiled Lee.

“Can you do that more?” Asked Clementine, getting a chuckle from Lee.

“Well, I'm not gonna go looking for them.” Laughed Lee, getting a wider smile from Clementine.

“I mean, get the dangerous ones.” Clarified Clementine, her wings folding behind her back.

“I'm gonna try.” Promised Lee, looking around the office.

“Good.” Smiled Clementine, as she nodded.

Lee picked up the wooden pallet blocking the door, making a cane fall out from behind it. Lee leaned the pallet against the wall next to the door and picked up the cane.

“What's that?” Asked Clementine, looking at the cane.

“This was my dad's cane.” Said Lee, examining it, “He'd zip around here on it from time to time.”

“Was he sick?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Lee.

“Nah, he was okay.” Answered Lee, looking at Clementine, “I actually saw him whoop shoplifters with it. This cane's protected this place better than any guard dog ever could.”

Lee leaned the cane against the wall near the pallet, “Plus, he knew how to make it look cool. Like you, with your hat.”

“My dad gave it to me.” Smiled Clementine, touching her hat.

“See, dads are smart like that.” Chuckled Lee, as he prepared to move the desk, “Better get this door clear, huh?”

“Can I help?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Lee.

“Sure.” Answered Lee, as he and Clementine grabbed onto the desk, “Here we go. Watch your fingers in the drawers.” They pulled the desk backward, before stopping. “How are you doing?” Asked Lee, looking at Clementine.

“Yeah.” Grunted Clementine, focusing on the desk, “It's not that heavy.”

“How about with everything outside?” Asked Lee, looking down at Clementine.

“It's not good.” Said Clementine, gasping as she looked up at Lee.

“No, it's not.” Agreed Lee, looking towards the door.

“But I think it'll be okay.” Finished Clementine, looking at Lee smiled at her.

“Okay, here we go.” Said Lee, as they moved the desk back again, then Lee began pushing it to the side, but paused when Clementine spoke to him.

“Do you have kids?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Lee.

“No.” Answered Lee, frowning.

“You don't have a family?” Clementine looked back up at Lee, “My mom is a doctor and my dad is an engineer.”

“Those are good jobs.” Chuckled Lee, looking down at her.

“What's your job?” Asked Clementine, shifting her wings slightly.

“I, uh,” Lee’s wings drooped slightly, “teach history and writing and things like that.”

“Like...” Clementine frowned, “um...”, she looked down, before looking back up at Lee, “social studies?”

“Yeah, like that.” Nodded Lee, looking back at the desk.

Clementine nodded, before looking back up at Lee, “You didn't answer my question.”

“Alright, a little further.” Said Lee, avoiding the question, as he and Clementine rotated the desk so that it was no longer blocking the door.

“Why don't you want to talk about your family?” Asked Clementine, “Do they, like...hate you?”

“Because they're dead.” Corrected Lee, sombrely.

“Oh. I'm sorry.” Apologised Clementine, looking down.

“You didn't know.” Responded Lee, looking at the girl.

“I'm just sorry for being mean.” Sighed Clementine, as Lee knelt down in front of her.

“Look, my family is gone and I just wish things would've been different.” Said Lee, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah.” Nodded Clementine, looking at Lee.

“I, uh... I ki... I got into a fight once.” Said Lee, his wings quivering.

“And what happened?” Asked Clementine, her wings unconsciously mimicking Lee’s.

“And it ended really badly. After that, I wasn't allowed to talk to my family.” Finished Lee, looking at Clementine.

“That's so sad...” Said Clementine, swallowing.

“Let's move this thing.” Said Lee, deciding to deal with his emotions later. He and Clementine started to push the desk against the wall, before Clementine suddenly jumped back.

“Ow!” Cried Clementine, looking at her finger as it bled.

“Are you okay?” Asked Lee, looking down at her.

“I hurt my finger.” Said Clementine, looking at it.

“Is it bleeding?” Asked Lee, crouching.

“A little.” Answered Clementine, as Lee picked up and sat her on the desk.

“I'll find you a bandage.” Said Lee, before looking around for a first aid kit, he opened the desk drawer and searched it, finding a remote the remote inside, “It's the remote to my dad's TV.” He looked over at Clementine, “How are we doing over there?”

“Okay. It still hurts.” Answered Clementine, as Lee found and searched the first-aid kit and retrieving a bandage. Lee knelt down in front of Clementine and held her hand, inspecting her injured finger.

“Let's have a look at that finger.” Murmured Lee, as he moved her injured finger, “Ow.”

“It hurt.” Winced Clementine.

“Let's see if we can do something about it.” Said Lee, examining her finger, “You got a nice little cut on the underside here.”

“That's where it hurts the most.” Whined Clementine, as Lee looked at the cut.

“We need a bandage for that, I think.” Said Lee, “Getting an infection might be a big deal now.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Clementine, nervously.

“Just might be tough to get to a doctor for a little while.” Answered Lee, glancing up at her, “We need to keep you in tip-top shape.”

Lee prepared to bandage Clementine's wound, carefully handling Clementine’s finger, “Let's get this cut covered up.”

“Yes, please.” Said Clementine, nodding, as Lee wrapped a band-aid over the cut, “Lee?”

“Yeah?”

“What if my parents come home and I'm not there?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Lee.

“They'll, uh...” Lee felt a flare of panic, it finally hitting him that he accidentally abducted Clementine, “track us down. Don't worry.”

“Yeah. Okay. We should keep a lookout.” Nodded Clementine, “I've got my walkie-talkie in case they try that way.”

“Stay close to me until then, okay?” Said Lee, his wings snapping to his back, determined to protect her.

Clementine nodded, as Lee looked at the bandaged finger, “How's your finger?”

“It's okay. Thanks for fixing it.” Smiled Clementine, looking up at Lee.

Lee walked over to the bed picked up a photo on the ground, it showed his family in front of the pharmacy. Lee smiled slightly, before sadness came to him. He tore himself out of the picture and put the rest of it in his pocket.

“Find anything?” Asked Carley, making Lee’s wings flare as he jumped.

With a surprised look, he turned around to look at Carley, he let the picture shred of himself fall out of his hand and to the floor.

“It's a photo of the family who owned this place.” Said Lee, his wings folding back slightly, “It might help us track down the keys to the office.”

“I know who you are.” Said Carley, bluntly.

Lee stared at her, while Clementine listened to them next to the door.

“You're Lee Everett. You're a professor at Athens who killed a state senator who was sleeping with your wife. This is your parents' store.” Carley stared into his eyes, “Folks around town know the owner's son got himself a life sentence, but I'm a reporter for WABE in Atlanta. I paid attention to that trial. Maybe you're a murderer. But I don't really care. Frankly, that's a skill that might come in handy.”

“Hmmph.” Grunted Lee, frowning at her.

“Did you tell anyone out there who you were, or that you were tied to this place?” Asked Carley, looking towards the door.

“No.” Answered Lee, his wings snapping against his back and folding his arms, “I've been sticking to first names for a reason.”

“Well, good.” Responded Carley, “You seem like an okay guy, and the last thing we need is drama out there. You've got this little girl to take care of, and...look, don't make me wrong on this.”

Lee took a step closer to Carley and looked in her eyes, “I don't plan to.”

“Good. Because if this lasts longer than a few days, and you're a detriment to the group, then we'd have a problem.” Stated Carley, her own wings flat against her back.

“I hear you.” Said Lee, uncrossing his arms.

“I'll just keep it to myself.” Said Carley, her wings relaxing.

“Thanks.”

“Don't worry about it.” Dismissed Carley, as she walked out of the office.

Lee approached the door, preparing to leave, “Want to head back into the drugstore with me?”

“Okay.” Said Clementine, as she walks up to Lee, she held her wrist bashfully, “Lee?”

“Yeah?” Responded Lee, looking down at her.

“You're not bad, right?” Questioned Clementine.

“I, uh...why are you asking me that?”

“That lady said you killed someone.” Said Clementine, “Was that because he was one of the things trying to eat you?”

“No. He wasn't.” Sighed Lee, looking down.

“Oh. Was he bad?”

“He was.” Answered Lee, just as Glenn called Clementine's radio.

“Hey, there, this is Glenn, and, uh, I'm kinda in a jam here.” Came Glenn’s voice, “Uh, little girl, if you're there, can you put your daddy on the phone? Or on the talkie, or whatever?”

Clementine handed the walkie-talkie to Lee, “This is Lee, what's up?”

“So,” Said Glenn, “I'm down at that motor inn and, well, I--I'm stuck.”

“Stuck?” Asked Lee, frowning.

“Yeah, I, uh saw a chance to get some supplies for the group and a bunch of the roaming ones got the jump on me.” Explained Glenn, “I'm hiding over here, but they won't leave.”

“What's up?” Asked Kenny, walking over to them.

“Glenn's trapped down at the motor inn.” Said Lee, turning to Kenny, before talking to Glenn, “Hey, Glenn, we're gonna talk it over and send a group to come get you, alright?”

“Awesome. I'll sit tight 'til then.” Responded Glenn, before falling silent.

“Sounds good.” Said Lee, turning off the walkie-talkie, before speaking to Clementine, “I'm gonna hold onto this until we get Glenn back, okay? I'll take good care of it.”

“What do you think?” Asked Kenny, making Lee turn to him.

“I think Doug's not great around zombies, and you've got your family here.” Said Lee, looking around, “I'll take Carley and her dead-eye down to the motor inn, get Glenn, and get back here as fast as I can.”

“If that's what you want to do...” Conceded Kenny, apprehensive.

“Somebody's got to.” Stated Lee, turning to talk to Carley.

“Yeah, I'm in.” Said Carley, revealing she’d been listening to their conversation.

“Good. Doesn't sound too bad there right now.” Laughed Lee, his wings doing small flaps.

“Let me know as soon as you wanna head out. I could use a jog.” Responded Carley, her wings subconsciously mimicking Lee’s.

Lee smiled, before walking over to Clementine and crouched down to talk to her, “How's your finger, Clem?”

“Good.” Said the girl, her little wings flapping slightly, “It doesn't hurt so much anymore.”

“Good.” Sighed Lee, he got up and walked over to Carley, “You ready to head out?”

“You got it.” Nodded Carley, grabbing “You?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let's go.” Said Carley, her wings snapping against her back and following Lee out of the side exit.

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

i don't know if you guys know this but carley thorne is EVERYTHING to me.

she's truly the funniest person alive (she's the one that does the titantic podcast that i won't shut up about)