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TWDG Icons - Season 2

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may be stretching a bit but. truly the trope of all time.

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It always starts with good intentions

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Skipping stones, braiding hair…Last year's antlers mark the trail…Take us back, oh, take us back…Oh, take us, take us back..Take us back, oh, take us back..Oh, take us, take us back…

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What-Ifs of Telltale's the Walking Dead Chapter 40: What If Reggie Wasn't Pushed Off the Roof?

Summary: When Carver goes to push Reggie off the roof to his death, Reggie dodges to the side. What results is a much happier ending for everyone at Howe's (except for Carver, of course).

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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Nick shot Clementine?

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The first thing Clementine was aware of was people shouting. She couldn’t decipher what they were saying, so she shifted and started speaking, “I—” Clementine was cut off by a gunshot and a sudden stab of pain in her side.

“Nick!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

Clementine started to scramble away from them, quickly turning and getting to her feet, she ran into the forest, deciding to take her chances with her mangled arm and her, now, injured side.

Luke stared after the girl, while Pete wrenched the gun from Nick’s hands.

“That was the last thing anyone of us needed.” Snapped Pete, casting a glare around them, “Luke, come with me.”

“Where’re you going?” Demanded Rebecca, getting a pissed off glare from Pete.

“Luke and I are going to find her and explain that what Nick did was an accident.” Said Pete, “Hopefully, we’ll find her before someone else does.”

Reluctantly, Luke followed after Pete, giving Nick a reprimanding look. The rest of their group watched as Pete and Luke disappeared into the forest.

“Maybe…” Carlos spoke, after a moment of silence, “maybe we should’ve just…”

“What?” Demanded Rebecca, “Patched her up? How the hell do we know that she’s not one of Carver’s?”

Carlos sighed, before looking at Nick, “Let’s just get inside before any Lurkers show up.”

T

Clementine didn’t know how long she’d been running. She was hot and dizzy, and everything was a haze to her. Her foot caught on something, making her tumble down across the ground. Finding herself unable to move, Clementine saw a pair of feet appear in her vision. Bracing herself for when the Walker started eating her, Clementine attempted to close her eyes, before a hand slapped her face and she felt something press down on the bullet wound. Groaning, Clementine looking at the source of the pressure.

“…Christa?” Croaked Clementine, as Christa carefully picked her up.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Muttered Christa, “you’re gonna be fine, Clem.”

For Clementine, everything went dark. Christa tried not to worry about how wet Clementine’s clothes were or the amount of blood on her shirt. She’d managed to give the bandits the slip, even managed to snag a couple of guns and a large hunting knife from them. Clementine looked small as she carried her, Christa dispelled her train of thoughts and ducked into a shed.

Carefully setting Clementine down, Christa lifted her shirt up. Grimacing at the bullet wound, Christa carefully lifted Clementine and looked at her back, finding an exit wound. Sighing in relief, Christa rummaged through her pockets of the limited medical supplies she had.

Meanwhile, Luke and Pete followed Clementine’s blood until it abruptly stopped. Pete frowned, before kneeling down and looking at them.

“Where’s she gone?” Asked Luke, looking around, “Did she stop bleeding?”

“No,” Said Pete, “She collapsed, and someone picked her up, but Lurkers have completely covered their tracks.”

“You don’t think she’s with Carver, do you?” Asked Luke, getting a frown from Pete.

“No,” Pete stood up, “they would’ve come for us by now.”

Luke sighed, “We better get back, don’t want to worry the others.”

Sighing, Pete nodded and the two backtracked towards the cabin. Leaving the cold trail left by Clementine and whoever took her.

T

Clementine winced as Christa helped her walk, Christa found the dog bite and had stitched it up along with the bullet hole in her side, after Christa discovered that Clementine had injured her left leg when she fell. Christa managed to find a bunch fish traps, so they got to eat for the first time in a while. They had just reached a bridge and started crossing when a guy in a grey hoodie ran up to them. He’d given his name as Matthew, where they met his group. Led by Kenny. Soon, they were inside the lodge, with Matthew leaving to go back down to the bridge.

“I thought you were dead.” Said Clementine, looking up from Kenny.

“Same,” Said Christa, “the last time I saw you, you were getting swarmed by Walkers after you and Lee tried to save Ben.”

“Yeah, well,” Shrugged Kenny, “I almost was. Ben was screaming so loud I couldn’t hear myself think. I didn’t realise I’d gotten out until it happened.”

Christa looked around the lodge, Walter was making dinner and Sarita, Kenny’s girlfriend, was rummaging through some boxes, “This is a nice place.”

“Yeah,” Kenny laughed, “we’re stopping here for a bit before moving on north. There’s a place called Wellington, high walls and cold ass winters that’ll freeze Walkers right up.”

“We were heading the same way.” Said Christa, “We got attacked by some bandits and Clem and I got separated for a bit.”

“Really?” Asked Kenny, looking around, “What happened?”

“Clem managed to get away, I was stuck with them for a bit,” Said Christa, as Clementine rubbed her arm, “I managed to get a couple of guns and some supplies before escaping. I stumbled across Clementine shortly afterwards.”

Kenny nodded, “How bout you, Clem?”

Clementine swallowed, “I, er, I got chased and I fell into the river. I washed up at a campsite, and I met a dog there, his name was Sam.”

Kenny frowned, “Okay, what happened then?”

“I found a can of beans,” Continued Clementine, “I gave some to Sam and, I don’t know, he attacked me. He bit my arm.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Interrupted Christa, “her arm was mauled, I’m surprised that it wasn’t infected.”

“I, I kicked him onto some spikes, and I put him down.” Clementine swallowed, “I almost got killed by a Walker, but a couple of guys saved me. They… they were taking me to their group when they saw the dog bite and, and thought it was a Walker bite. I think I passed out, when I woke up, I heard people yelling. I, I just started speaking and one of them shot me.”

Kenny and Christa stiffened, as Clementine continued, “I ran. I think I heard them yelling for me, b-but I just kept running. I don’t know how far I got, but I tripped on something. Christa found me not long after.”

“Jesus.” Swore Christa, as Kenny snarled.

T

A couple days later a truck turned up. A man with a furred collar appeared, looking inside the lodge through the window, when Clementine and Christa found him.

“Who the hell are you?” Demanded Christa, pointing her gun at the man.

“Hello,” Smiled the man, his voice was gruff, “I’m sorry to startle you. I’ve just collected some of my people and we’re on our way home. Just stopping by and checking that there ain’t anyone in need here.”

“We’re fine.” Said Christa, keeping her gun aimed at the man.

“You’re not very trusting, are you.” Mused the man.

“My kid and I were attacked by some bandits, never hurts to be cautious.” Said Christa, getting a nod from the man.

“That’s fair.” The man started walking away, “Best of luck to you.”

Christa and Clementine watched the man walk away, before brushing it off and going back inside. A week later, a group of people turned up. Clementine frowned as Kenny, Christa and Sarita rushed out the door to confront the people.

After a moment, making sure that Walter was still busy with the food, Clementine followed them out. They were yelling, making Clementine worry that they’ll attract Walkers. Pushing her way to the front, she looked up at Christa, when someone said her name.

“Clementine?” Turning to look at the group, Clementine froze.

“What?” Christa looked down, before looking back at the group, then the penny dropped, “Shit.”

“What?” Asked Kenny, glancing to the side.

“I think these are the people Clem talked about.” Said Christa, tucking Clementine behind her, “The ones that shot her.”

Kenny immediately raised his rifle and aimed it at the group.

“Wait!” Said one guy, “It was an accident!”

“Like hell it was!” Bellowed Kenny, “How the fuck do you accidentally shoot someone?!”

“She moved man.” Protested a guy in a baseball cap.

“Of course she’d move,” Snapped Christa, “she’s not dead!”

Clementine looked around the group, she recognised Luke, but she couldn’t see Pete. There was a heavyset man with glasses, a heavily pregnant woman, a man in a flannel shirt and a guy in a trucker’s hat holding a rifle. Frowning, Clementine searched through their group.

“Where’s Matthew?” Asked Clementine, making everyone go silent.

“We haven’t met anyone called Matthew.” Said the heavyset man, looking at them, “Look, we’re not looking for trouble. If you want us to, we’ll leave.”

Christa looked over them, before looking at Clementine, “How about it, Clem? You’re the only one they’ve met before.”

Clementine looked at Christa and Kenny, “They… they could stay, just for tonight.”

Kenny and Christa didn’t look happy about it, but silently allowed it. Sighing, Kenny gestured for them to follow him, they almost had a problem with the guy in the hat when they were asked to leave their weapons by the door. After that, everything was quiet and somewhat peaceful, then Clementine saw Walter by their weapons, before he went outside.

“Hey.” Clementine looked up at the guy who wanted to keep his gun, “Er, Clementine, right?”

“Yeah?” Nodded Clementine, as the guy, Nick, looked at the floor.

“I, er,” Nick scowled, “I wanted to apologise for, y’know, shooting you. I freaked out and acted without thinking. I’m sorry.”

Clementine blinked and stared up at him, before he hurried off somewhere. Everyone was quietly talking amongst themselves when the wind turbine supplying them with power suddenly went crazy. The adults went outside to fix it, leaving Clementine with the heavyset man and the pregnant woman, Alvin and Rebecca. Rebecca was panicking about something, while Alvin tried to keep her calm, looking out the window, Clementine saw Kenny and Christa dealing with the turbine and the Walkers, while Luke vanished off somewhere. Clementine sighed and looked down at her gun, idly removing and reinserting the magazine.

“You okay there, Clementine?” Asked Alvin, making Clementine look up.

“Yeah, just bored.” Shrugged Clementine, wincing slightly as she shifted, “Where’re you planning to go?”

“Don’t know.” Answered Alvin, “I’m just focused on Becs and our son.”

“How do you know it’s going to be a boy?” Asked Clementine, just as a bullet tore through window. Thinking quickly, Clementine grabbed her gun and pointed it at the window, “Guys?”

Clementine slowly made her way down the stairs, spotting the guy from the week before walk through the door, holding a gun to Nick’s back, “You’re the guy from last week.”

The guy didn’t say anything to her, marching Nick and the guy in the flannel shirt, Carlos, in at gunpoint, as a couple of people marched Christa, Sarita and Walter in. The next thing Clementine knew, they were all on their knees with the guy from the week before stalked in front of them. Clementine flinched as the guy, Carver, grabbed Carlos and started beating him. Shifting slightly, Clementine felt her knife shift in her pocket. Discreetly as possible, Clementine removed her knife from her pocket and started to cut her bindings. One of Carver’s guys got shot in the head, making Carver grab Walter and haul him over to the window. Clementine heard a gunshot and a thud, followed by Carver yelling at Kenny.

Carver then came back and grabbed Alvin, with everyone yelling and crying. Carver had just reached the window with Alvin, when Clementine got up and charged at him. She plunged her knife into Carver’s back. Grunting, Carver let Alvin go, before grabbing Clementine’s wrist. Forced to let go of the knife, Clementine found herself being held by the throat, with Carver holding her hostage instead of Alvin.

T

Clementine looked around the community Carver had brought them to, there were at least a dozen people watching them. Carlos was led away somewhere, while they were guided to a yard by a woman called Bonnie. Looking around the yard, Clementine saw Pete and a girl wearing red glasses with a black eye.

“Uncle Pete!” Yelled Nick, running over to them.

Pete looked around the group Nick was with, his eyes settling on Clementine, “You found her?”

“No.” Christa spoke up, glaring at him, “They stumbled across her, while she was with us.”

Pete gave her a regretful look, “I apologise for her injuries, I have no real excuse or reason for it.”

Christa looked at him, “I guess you do a lot of apologising for him.”

Pete gave her a nod, before looking at the others, “Carver’s guys found me after that Lurker got me, took the leg. They’ve had me filling guns, they came back with Sarah a couple days after that.”

“Sarah,” Said Rebecca, walking over, “are you alri—”

Sarah got up and walked away. Frowning, Christa leaned down and whispered into Clementine’s ear, “Go talk to her.”

“Why me?” Clementine whispered back.

“Because you’re a people person,” Responded Christa, “and you have a calming effect on people.”

Clementine gave Christa a sour look before walking over to Sarah, “Hey.”

Sarah looked at Clementine, “You’re the girl that Nick shot.”

“Yeah.”

“Did it hurt?” Asked Sarah, tilting her head.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you with them?” Asked Sarah, as Clementine crouched down.

“We made the mistake of letting them stay for the night.” Said Clementine, “Did… you know them?”

Sarah nodded, “They left me behind in the cabin when they left.”

Clementine blinked, “…what?”

“The day after Nick shot you.” Said Sarah, “Pete and Nick went to get fish, Nick came back, and everyone left, Carver found me in the cabin. They all abandoned me and left Pete to die.”

Clementine didn’t know how to process that particular nugget on information, so she just nodded and sat down next to Sarah.

T

Sarah didn’t say anything to other members of her former group, despite Carlos trying to engage with her. Clementine was taken to the armoury by Bonnie to fill up magazines, where the woman gave her a coat she’d found at the Ski lodge, then another woman appeared and took Clementine to the greenhouses, where the guy missing his arm had her and Sarah pruning a pair of plants.

“…Did… did they talk about me?” Asked Sarah, making Clementine pause.

“I… I don’t think so.” Answered Clementine, “I didn’t stick around them very much. Except for Rebecca, but I think that was just to tell them if she started giving birth.” Clementine bit her bottom lip, “…What do you do here?”

“I do as I’m told.” Said Sarah, “Carver’s had me learn some first aid with another doctor he has here. Is it true you stabbed him?”

“Yeah.”

The door to the greenhouse opened and admitted Carver, with Reggie stuttering greetings to him.

“Sarah,” Carver looked at her, “take Clementine to Tavia, the guys need more nails.”

Sarah nodded, before leading Clementine away. Sarah left her with Tavia and went over to a doctor that was supervising Carlos and Sarita. Clementine found Kenny and Mike trying to fight, with Christa between them.

“I’d expect this from Clementine and another kid, not two grown adults.” Grunted Christa, as Kenny tried to shove her out of the way.

“What are you doing?” Asked Clementine, getting their attention.

“Nothing, they’re acting like children, Clem.” Said Christa, stepping away from Mike and Kenny, giving the pair a warning look.

Clementine frowned but carried the bucket of nails over to them.

“Lift with your legs, Clem.” Admonished Christa, “Not your back.”

Clementine immediately straightened her back and bent her legs, with Christa sighing and taking the bucket, “How’s your leg?”

“Still hurts.” Said Clementine, “that doctor said it’s a light sprain, whatever that means.”

“It’ll heal in a couple of weeks.” Sighed Christa, “We’ll—”

Christa was cut off by some Walkers breaking through the glass. Everything became a mad dash, Clementine managed to deal with a Walker, before she been forced to deal with another after it chased her into another room. A Walker grabbed her sprained leg, resulting in a stab of pain to run up the length of her leg, letting out a short scream, Clementine tried to kick the Walker away from her. The Walker was wrenched away from her, with Christa shoving it towards one of Carver’s guards. Clementine grabbed her ankle, freezing when she felt something wet. Removing her hand, Clementine stared at the blood, before her eyes zeroed in on the bite mark on her left ankle.

Christa looked at Clementine, spotting the bite mark and freezing. Christa was suddenly shoved to the side, as Mike advanced on Clementine with a line of cord. Dropping down, Mike quickly located a tear in Clementine’s trouser leg and pulled it part, before roughly tourniqueting the leg and picking Clementine up. The man ran out of the store, with Christa following after him.

T

Christa’s leg bounced as she sat in the yard, she’d been guided in by Sarah, while Carver’s doctor worked with Carlos and Sarita. The sound of the gate opening made Christa look up, Mike was walking in with Kenny, Sarita, Carlos and Nick. Rushing to her feet, Christa made her way over to them.

“Is Clementine alright?” Christa looked around them, “Where is she?”

“Abrahms is watching her,” Said Carlos, “we had to cut her leg off.”

Kenny let out a growl, “Where do we go from here?”

“What do you mean?” Asked Nick, looking Kenny.

“That Luke fella flagged me down,” Explained Kenny, “He wanted a radio, said something about knowing their guard schedules.”

“How’re we going to get him one?” Asked Rebecca, as Christa frowned.

“Would telling Carver about him get us out of here?” Asked Christa, sending them into silence, “We’re here because of you, you led Carver to the ski lodge and got Walter killed, and you killed Matthew.”

“We couldn’t control any of that.” Said Carlos, as Rebecca gave Christa a glare.

“Clementine only got bit because Carver brought her here.” Stated Christa, as Pete went over to them.

“And it’ll take a few weeks before she’d be fit to travel.” Said Pete, looking around them, “Christa’s right, her, Clementine and the group they were with were only attacked because Carver caught up with you. Besides,” he gave Nick a hard look, “Bonnie and Vince are already working on getting us out of the yard.”

“What about Reggie?” Asked Nick, looking around, “Maybe he’ll help.”

“Reggie isn’t getting back in.” Said Sarah, matter-of-factly, “He’s been out here since we left the first time and he’s done enough to get out of here, but they’ve just ignored him.”

Kenny let out a snort, his eyes glancing towards the man at his place by the fire.

T

Meanwhile, inside the makeshift hospital area in the community, Dr Abrahms silently watched the girl as she slept. Carver had appeared and watched her with him.

“Why are you here, Bill?” Asked Abrahms, not looking away from her.

“That girl’s a survivor.” Said Bill, “She and her caretaker saw me off when I stumbled across their group.”

“Really?” Abrahms frowned, turning his head to look at Bill, “Why’d you bring them in?”

“We tracked our people to them, probably got half the story.” Carver frowned, “Things got a bit out of hand, one of the guys in that group saw us gathering our people up and shot Johnny.”

“Makes you wonder what they’ve been through if they don’t trust and assume the worst of people.” Said Abrahms, before sighing, “Sarah and Pete should be let out of the pen, they’ve learnt their lesson, and I’m concerned at how Pete’s leg’ll progress if he’s kept out there throughout winter.”

Carver sighed, “Anything else?”

“I think that nurse would do well if she was in here.” Said Abrahms, before sighing, “What’s going on, Bill?”

“What?”

“Your obsession with Rebecca and her baby, the state Carlos was in when you brought him in, what you’ve been doing to Alvin.” Abrahms glared at Bill, “I followed you because you were reasonable and honest. I thought you weren’t like Negan. Now, I’m not sure. Yes, I understand that Alvin killed George, but that man was a full-on bastard.”

“Dan,” Abrahms looked away from Carver and at Shel, “Russell’s injured himself.”

Abrahms sighed, before grabbing a first aid kit and looked at Carver, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Carver watched as the doctor left with Shel, before looking at Clementine, “I know you’re awake.”

Clementine opened her eyes and looked at him, “You lied. You weren’t gathering Rebecca and the others, you were taking all of us prisoner.”

“Those are the same thing.” Dismissed Carver, looking down at Clementine, “You know that better than the others.”

“They’re not the same thing.” Argued Clementine, “Gathering people doesn’t include tying them up.”

“Why are you so upset for them?” Asked Carver, “Sarah told me that Nick shot you, that nurse you and your caretaker were with said that Nick shot a guy in your group.”

“I’ve shot people.” Dismissed Clementine, “I’m not going to hold it against him.”

“You should.” Said Carver, “You and I are more alike than you’d think, Clementine.”

“I’m nothing like you.”

“Aren’t you?” Questioned Carver, “You’ve killed, I’ve killed. You’ve survived, I’ve survived. You know your way around a gun, and you can handle Lurkers better than so many people older than you. Our doctor told me how you stitched yourself up.”

“Everyone does all those things.”

“Sarah doesn’t,” Said Carver, “Becca doesn’t. Do you really think everyone knows how to use a gun?”

Clementine was silent, getting a smirk from Carver, “You only got bit because you sprained your leg a few days ago, everyone’s seen the limp. I’m willing to bet that you sprained your leg after Nick shot you.”

Clementine chewed the inside of her cheek, refusing to respond to Carver.

“You’ll move on from this,” Mused Carver, “because that’s what we do.”

T

Sarah watched as her former group and Clementine’s group argued. The sight made her upset, the only ones of the former group who were against leaving Clementine behind were Rebecca and Pete. Pete had said that if they left, he wasn’t going with them. Sarah supposed that Rebecca refusing also had something to do with Alvin being stuck in Carver’s office. Clementine had her leg cut off and her group was fighting to stay with her, while Sarah’s former group, her dad had left her behind and ran away.

Rebecca had said they’d gone back, but Luke had said they’d bring Clementine back and they took care of their own. They didn’t, Clementine was found by someone else, and they left her behind and Pete to die.

The gate opening got everyone’s attention, with Tavia walking in with Troy, “Sarah, Pete, you’re getting out of here.”

Tavia looked amongst the group that Carver brought in, “Who’s from the group that girl was in?”

Christa straightened up and marched over, followed by Kenny and Sarita, “Where is she?”

“She’s being watched by our doctor,” Said Tavia, “but, he’s convinced Bill to let you guys out. Don’t screw this up.”

Sarah gently tugged on Christa’s sleeve, “I can take you to her.”

T

Abrahms frowned as Stan measured Clementine’s leg, “Are you sure you’ve got the right materials?”

“I’ve got enough to make seven prosthetics,” Dismissed Stan, “The ones I’m making for her and Pete, they’ll be able to put them on and get walking before they know it.”

Abrahms continued to frown, before he heard Sarah leading some people, presumably Clementine’s group, into the medical area.

“I’ve got hers already sketched up,” Said Stan, still focusing on Clementine’s leg, “it’ll have to be adjustable, so it can ‘grow’ with her, but hopefully, she’ll be walking again before the year is out.”

“Will I be able to walk like I used to?” Asked Clementine, looking at Stan.

“Dan does,” Stan gestured towards Abrahms, “He and I were in the same unit together, dumb bastard stood on a landmine. Lee, our squad leader, had to apply first aid on our doctor. Heh, Sam and I found it hilarious.”

“Yeah, everyone was laughing until Lee punched Sam and broke his neck.” Said Abrahms, “Hell, I’m still splitting my sides about it.”

“Yeah,” Stan sighed, “Lee was a great guy, but his wife… not so much.”

“Was he a history teacher?” Asked Clementine, getting the men’s attention.

“Yeah… how’d you know that?” Asked Stan, leaning back, “Did… did you meet him?”

“He found me when everything ended.” Said Clementine, as Sarah led Kenny, Sarita and Christa into the medical area, “He looked after me, until he got bit.”

“Damn.” Stan bowed his head, with Abrahms doing the same, “How many does that make now?”

“Well,” Abrahms scratched his neck, “Sam got his neck broken by a coffee table. Clara, Danny, Mick and Razer were killed by that landmine. Al blew her brains out in the first few days. Skip, Dick, Tom and Harry were eaten by the dead. Del’s god knows where. You and me are here, and we now know that Lee’s dead… Shit, it’s just us left.”

“Fuck.”

“Hi.” Sarah waved at them, before pointing at the three adults, “They wanted to see Clementine.”

“Well, I’m just about finished.” Said Stan, getting up, “I’ll get to work on her leg tomorrow, since I’m going to attaching Pete’s to him.”

Abrahms gave the man a wave as he left, before giving Clementine and her group some privacy.

T

Christa swore she heard Kenny muttering darkly as he looked at an engine, “How bad is it?”

“Why did Clem have to mention I worked on a vehicle?” Grumbled Kenny, “When she’s walkin’, she’s gonna be helpin’ me.”

“She also mentioned that you were a commercial fisherman.” Said Russell, a teen from Carver group, “but it’s winter and we’re nowhere near water.”

“Yeah, well—” Kenny’s retort was cut off by a gunshot. Alarmed, the three rushed back inside, in time to witness Reggie get shot in the head. A couple feet from him, Carver was on his back and staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Is he…?” Christa looked to the source of the voice, a girl a couple of years older than Clementine.

“Yes.” Said Abrahms, getting up from his knees, “We—”

A bullet impacted the top of Carver’s head, putting him down before her turned.

“Need to do that.” Finished Abrahms, looking for the source of the shot. Clementine stood with a gun pointed at Carver’s corpse, as brunette supporting her.

“Well, that solves one problem.”

Everyone looked from Carver’s body to a guy holding a restrained Luke, “Caught him trying to steal food.”

Troy immediately raised his gun and aimed at Luke, making Abrahms draw a pistol and aim it at Troy. Tavia aimed at Abrahms, Vince aimed at Tavia, Vera aimed at Vince, Wyatt aimed at Vera, Tyler aimed at Wyatt, Shel aimed at Tyler, Tisha aimed at Shel, Russell aimed at Tisha, Lowell aimed at Russell, Bonnie aimed at Lowell, and Hank, the guy holding Luke, aimed at Luke’s head.

Clementine, after a moment raised Shel’s spare gun and aimed it at Hank.

“Put it down, Dan.” Said Tavia, after a moment.

“Christa,” Said Dan, after a moment, “can you take the kids to that closet over there?”

Hank pointed his gun at Clementine, “No one moves!”

Vince gave a small snarl, “Everyone, drop your guns.”

“Like hell!” Shrieked Tisha, moving her gun from Shel to Vince, “We’re not fucking stupid.”

“You look stupid.” Said Clementine, resulting in Tisha aiming at her.

Unseen by almost everyone, Christa slipped into the weapon closet and took enough guns for her group and Luke’s group, discreetly handing weapons to each person as she passed them, before giving a gun to Kenny.

After a moment, Christa and the two groups aimed at Carver’s guys.

“Oh, look.” Said Abrahms dryly, “You’re out numbered.”

Troy took his gun off Luke and aimed at Rebecca’s abdomen, “Fine.”

A sawn-off shotgun pressed against the back of Troy’s head.

“I never liked you,” Stated Stan, “you fucking psychopath.”

Slowly, Vera lowered her gun, with Becca taking it from her, as Wyatt switched to aim at Tyler. Hank, deciding he’d had enough, shot at Clementine. The resulting fire fight was short, with both Stan and Abrahms killing Troy, Vince taking a hit to the shoulder from Tavia. Tisha, Tyler and Lowell hit their targets in non-fatal areas, while they themselves and Tavia were gunned down fairly quickly. Hank turned his gun on Kenny and shot his left eye out. Vera, taking her gun from Becca, shot Hank in the face. Abrahms, stepping over the dead, rushed over to Shel, where she was kneeling over Clementine and pressing down on a bullet wound near the centre of her chest.

“Let me look.” Abrahms examined Clementine, “There isn’t much bleeding, and her breathing isn’t laboured.”

Carefully lifting the girl up, Abrahms checked her back, finding an exit wound, “She’s lucky, an inch in any direction, she’d be dead.”

Carlos glanced at them, before looking up at the office, “I’m going to check on Alvin.”

“Sarah,” Abrahms ordered, “get some medicine and medical supplies and go with him. Sarita, I want you triaging the wounded down here.”

“Who put you in charge?” Demanded Nick, getting a glare from Abrahms.

“In the time of a medical incident, doctors and nurses become the de facto leaders until the chain of command is reestablished after everyone has been treated.” Said Abrahms, “Understood?”

T

Carlos ran his hand down his face, accidentally smearing some of Alvin’s blood on it. Rebecca had gone into labour, while Stan and some others sealed the entrances and exits. The massive herd of Lurkers passed without issue, with Shel and Becca putting down anyone who’d been killed by being shot in the chest. Kenny, and the other wounded, were tended to by Abrahms, Christa and Sarita helped Rebecca give birth.

“How is he?” Wyatt’s voice made Carlos jump.

“He’ll live.” Said Carlos, “But it’ll be a long recovery.”

Wyatt nodded, “We’re going to fall back on some of the expansion efforts, use some of the supplies to reinforce our walls.”

Carlos nodded, before walking down the stairs and looked around. Nick and Mike were keeping the damaged door shut, while Stan worked on it.

“I think they’re starting to leave.” Said Mike, making Nick crouched down and look at them, “We can stop holding the door down now.”

“You can stop holding it down when I say you can.” Said Stan, “We don’t want any getting in if you’re wrong.”

The two men grumbled, but didn’t move.

T

“We’ve got a few working cars,” Kenny looked around, “so we can get our asses outta here soon.”

“We could stay here for the winter,” Said Christa, “move on when it’s warmer and safer.”

“It’d also give Clem and Pete more time to heal up,” Added Luke, “I don’t know about you, but the cold makes me ache.”

“You got your ass kick.” Said Mike, bluntly, “Of course the cold’s gonna make you ache.”

“But, Christa’s right,” Said Jane, “we have enough to last us through to spring and it’d be safer to stay here until our injured and young are ready to be moved.”

Kenny frowned, he didn’t like the idea of staying, but he knew solid reasoning when he saw it. It’s something Lee would’ve thought about.

“Well,” Grunted Kenny, “let’s how this pans out.”

Below the office, Clementine, Becca and Sarah were showing three people who turned up a few days after the herd passed through, showing them where they sleep and worked during the day.

Coming back into the main area, Clementine saw Rebecca and Alvin looking at their baby, Abrahms and Sarita were checking the injured, Clementine absently rubbed the bullet wound, and Kenny and the others were coming down from the office. Luke and Jane went off somewhere, while Mike, Bonnie, Russell and Nick went to stand watch. Clementine let Sarah guide her over to the other injured, just as Kenny dropped down next to Sarita, as Carlos checked on Alvin and the baby.

“What are you gonna call him?” Asked Kenny, looking over at them.

“We haven’t really discussed it,” Confessed Rebecca, “We were so worried about Carver finding us and we couldn’t agree on if he was a boy or a girl.”

“I,” Alvin coughed, “I can’t think of anything.”

“You could name him after his father.” Suggested Kenny, looking from the baby to Alvin, “We could call him AJ for short.”

“He does look kinda like an Alvin.” Agreed Clementine, before tilting her head and squinting her eyes, “But, if you squint, he also kinda looks like a potato.”

Alvin started to laugh, before grabbing his chest and wincing, “Ooh, it hurts when I laugh.”

“I think you’re right,” Said Rebecca, after a moment, “I think AJ will suit him.”

“He’s beautiful.” Murmured Alvin, as AJ slept.

“Wait a few weeks,” Warned Kenny, “he’ll cry though the nights and makin’ all sorts of mess.”

“Don’t be disgusting, Kenny.” Reprimanded Christa, sitting next to Clementine, “There are little ears about.”

Clementine gave Christa a disgruntled look, as they all made quiet conversation. No one knew how long they’d actually be here, but they had to make the best of it.

Next Story: What if Clementine died instead of Sarah?

[ericsonclan]

Oh My Darling Clementine

Summary: Louis decides to take Clementine away from camp and the pressures that come with it.

Word Count: 2000+

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“Well that went about as well as expected,” Aasim sighed as he slung another rabbit over his shoulder. His eyes stayed on the hunted game for a moment, making sure none of the blood would get on his dark brown jacket.

“Yeah, I’d say we kicked ass,” Mitch slung his carbine repeater over his shoulder, pride deep within his eyes as he held up the single rabbit he got. He glanced over at his friend when he didn’t hear a response. “Making sure nothing gets on that fancy vest of yours?”

“It’s not that fancy. I’m just trying to dress decently,” Aasim grumbled, tugging on his coat to make sure nothing got on his gold and brown vest that held a sophisticated design to it.

Mitch snorted. “Uh-huh, well I think spending money on fancy shit isn’t worth it.”

“Says the man who’s been eyeing vests lately.” Aasim retorted and started to lead the way through the forest back into their camp. “What, is your stained blue shirt and jacket full of holes not doing it for Brody?”

Mitch frowned at that. “Shut up, she likes this look on me. I look like a fucking badass,” He readjusted his black cowboy hat.

Aasim didn’t buy it at all and stayed silent for a moment as he weaved past the tall trees lush with green leaves. “Then why are you looking at vests?”

Mitch looked down at his boots. “I’m planning on taking Brody on a nice date in town. Maybe pop the question if I can get up the courage,” Mitch messed with his hat, making sure more of his face was covered. He didn’t have to glance over to know what his friend’s expression was.

“You’re going to propose to Brody!”

“Quiet down,” Mitch hissed. “Fuck, you want the whole camp to know? Fucking hell,” Mitch stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Sorry. So what’s the plan for the proposal? Do you have a ring yet?” Aasim began to bombard Mitch with questions. All of it was starting to overwhelm the young outlaw.

“I’m still figuring everything out.”

“Well, I can help you out. I can ensure it goes smoothly and-” Aasim paused for a moment. “Wait, Carver is fine with this, right?”

Mitch stopped in his tracks when he heard the question. “Does it matter? It’s my life and Brody’s, not his.”

Aasim grew quiet, pursing his lips as he pondered for a moment.

“Let’s get back to camp. We have more dynamite lying around, don’t we?”

Aasim’s brow furrowed. “Why?”

“I want to take Willy fishing with me and using dynamite is the best method,” Mitch smiled when he saw that his friend was about to disagree with him. They were nearing the camp when Aasim finally found his voice but the faint snapping of a twig made the outlaws spin around.

There, rushing behind the safety of a tree, was another outlaw. He wasn’t in their gang though. After a second the outlaw tried to hightail it out of there.

“Shit! Get back here, asshole!” Mitch’s yelling made people around camp look over and spot the enemy hiding in the woods. Before Mitch could even hope to chase the young bastard, a gunshot rang out and the enemy outlaw fell over.

Looking back, Mitch spotted Carver standing there with the revolver. He placed away the weapon in the holster and worked to straighten out the gold pocket watch chain on his vest.

“Mind telling me how he got so near camp?” Carver’s eyes were cold and blunt, his form cloaked in black save for the red handcherkief in his breast pocket.

“I don’t know, we were being careful and-”

“Not careful enough,” Carver cut Aasim off. “You two, over here. Troy, bring over our new guest.” Carver’s voice had taken on an eerie calmness.

“Get your fucking ass up!” Troy grabbed the young man by the throat.

“Wait, this is a misunderstanding,” The young man tried to plead but Troy continued to drag him towards a tree on the outskirts of the camp.

Carver scowled at the boys. “I had such faith in you two. I figured you would be protectors but then you make a mistake like this. Don’t you understand that we’re struggling to hide away right now? If we want to be free and finally not have to deal with lawmen or bandits or other outlaws, then we have to use our brains.”

“It was a mistake. One we won’t make again.” Aasim answered as he and Mitch stood before Carver. The others stood nearby. The tension in the air felt palpable.

“A mistake is right and what happens when you screw up?”

“We get punished.” Mitch mumbled then caught Carver’s eyes. “Sir.”

“That’s right. I gotta get it through all of your thick skulls that the world is dangerous. They are all out to gut you, to fill your bellies with lead, to leave you to the vultures and crows. Here is where you can be safe, but in order to learn sometimes a bit of pain is necessary.” Carver slowly strode forward and sent a heavy punch to Aasim’s face. The outlaw crumpled to the floor and before anyone could even process what had happened Carver had sent a punch against Mitch's jaw as well. He added a backhanded slap. His hands held Mitch steady so he wouldn’t fall. “Now I care about you, son. Both of you. Don’t make this mistake again and let’s put this in the past.”

Mitch nodded, his eyes hidden as Aasim struggled to get back up on his feet.

“Yes, sir,” Aasim wiped away the blood from his lip.

“Good. Now Ms. O’Donnel, Ms. Anderson, if you two would kindly help your men with their faces. It seems like they messed them up pretty good.” Carver watched as Ruby and Brody moved forward to help Aasim and Mitch. Willy quickly ran over to check on his older brother too but Mitch kept brushing off his concern.

“Now, Clementine, how about we get started on welcoming our guest,” Carver slowly rolled up the white sleeves of his undershirt.

Clementine nodded and walked forward, mimicking her father’s actions. The pair made their way over towards the tree where Troy had bound the young man’s hands.

“What’s your name, son?” Carver stopped in front of the tree.

“Fuck you,” The young outlaw spat at his face.

Carver silently wiped the saliva clean with his red handkerchief. “Clementine. Teach him some manners.”

“Yes, sir.” Clementine curled her fist and immediately dug it into the outlaw’s gut. A short, raspy breath left his lips.

“Now listen, you’re only getting what you deserve. Those who treat others like you do, don’t deserve much of anything good. Are you understanding what I’m getting at?” Carver’s gaze stayed on the man’s eyes. Slowly the outlaw nodded.

“Now, name?”

“Joey.”

“Joey, good. Decent sounding name.” Carver tucked away his handkerchief. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Joey. I recognize your kind. That swagger, those colors you wear. You’re part of that O’Riley gang out west, aren’t you?”

Joey slowly nodded.

“Alright, well then we’ll make sure to starve you for a few days. Get that old brain really spinning then we’ll get that information on your gang. You see, we know you’ve been trying to find us again.” Carver’s voice went an octave lower.

“I don’t know. I just joined a few weeks ago.”

“Hmmhmm. Alright then, let’s go, Clementine. Troy, keep our new friend company.”

“I won’t be leaving this spot.”

That’s exactly what Troy did. Days passed and no matter how much Joey begged or how much the others wanted to spare him a morsel of food, Troy didn’t let them near him. After several days, Carver returned with Clementine by his side once more. He expected Joey to talk but he didn’t. So he allowed Clementine to have the honor of forcing him to. After what felt like endless hours, Joey caved and Clementine stepped back, her fists slick with his blood.

“Okay, okay I’ll talk! Just please stop,” Joey begged as bloody saliva slipped down his beaten lips. “We have a camp near the river just west of here. It’s right by some boulders and a huge twisted tree. You can’t miss it. I can take you there.”

“Oh, you can, can you?” Carver shared a look with Clementine that made her stomach drop to her feet. “Alright then,” He took out his hunting knife and casually cut the ropes that tied the outlaw to the tree.

“Thanks. It’s just this way. I don’t need a horse or noth-” He never got a chance to finish that sentence as a bullet shot through his skull. With a loud thud he fell to the ground. Clementine stared at her most recent kill then holstered her revolver.

“Good girl. We couldn't risk him running off and trying to warm his people. He was a risk to our little family here.” Carver placed his hands on Clementine’s shoulders as he stood behind her. “Did you feel that rush when you pulled the trigger?”

“No.” Clementine wouldn’t look back to meet her father’s gaze.

“Yes, you did. Don’t lie to me.” His voice went low again. “With a bit more practice all of this will become like second nature to you. This is what it means to protect the family. So don’t you dare wander off and go crying or puking like some of the others might. Grow a pair and be proud of yourself. You took out a threat. Now go wash up, your hands are a mess.” Carver patted his daughter’s back and smiled at her. She was his pride and joy. He knew as soon as he met her all those years ago that they were cut from the same cloth. He could see that part of her relished all of this. That was the part of her that Carver wanted to nurture.

Silently Clementine walked over to the wash bowl and started to clean her hands. Everything around her faded into the background. Carver’s yelling at Mitch to clean up his mess was but a faint hum in her ears. All she wanted to do was get this blood off her knuckles.

“Clem, Clem, you there?”

Louis’ voice appeared by her and the feeling of his hand on her arm made her snap out of her thoughts.

“What? Yeah, I’m here.”

“That was rough. What you had to do,” Louis looked over at his crush with concern in his eyes.

Clementine shrugged. “Just doing what I have to.”

Louis was quiet. He didn’t know how to respond to that.

An awkward moment passed between the pair before Louis broke it.

“Well, how about we go off into Valentine for a bit? I heard they have a piano at the saloon. I’d love to play you a song.” Louis smiled and watched as Clementine’s gentler side reappeared.

A small smile appeared on her lips. “Okay,”

“Great! Then right this way, ma’am,” Louis tipped his cowboy hat, causing the fringe on his jacket to sway.

“Yeah, how about we leave out the ma’am part,” Clementine walked over to her horse. The burnt brown Turkoman seemed antsy to get away from this camp. Clementine knew that feeling.

“Don’t worry, Kismet, just give me a second.” She gave the horse a few pats then worked to get up on the steed.

Louis’ horse seemed just as ready to leave as well.

“Okay, hold your horses, Arpeggio,” Louis showered the gray-speckled American Paint horse with affection as always then got ready to leave as well.

After a quick look over to make sure they were good to go the pair rode off. Neither of them spoke much as they galloped through the grass and wildflowers that covered the ground.

It wasn’t until they were in the saloon and Clementine had ordered a drink that they finally spoke.

“So, what’s this song you wanted to play for me?” She leaned against the piano and gave a warm smile over at Louis. Any harsh or intense aura had left her. Whenever Clementine was around Louis she felt free to be herself, not the version Carver wanted her to be. Being around him brought a sense of peace to her, making her heart both grow calm and flutter wildly whenever he gave a smile her way.

“Oh, umm, a few different ones but for now I found a song with your name in it,” Louis smiled then worked to get his fingers on the right keys.

“Oh yeah?” Clementine quirked an eyebrow and took a swig of liquor. “Alright, Lou, let’s hear it then.”

“Okay, get ready to be blown away,” Louis added a bit of flair to the beginning then started to play the opening notes of the song.

“Oh my darling, oh my darling

Oh my darling, Clementine,”

Louis started to hum along, not singing the rest of the words as he continued playing the song.

“Umm, Lou, I think you’re forgetting some words there,” Clementine pointed out and Louis’ piano playing grew softer.

“Oh yeah, about that. You see, well, I’m still working on editing the lyrics,”

“Editing the lyrics?” Clementine leaned closer towards her crush. “Why is that?”

Louis’ heart started pounding; he swore it would beat right out of his chest if she got any closer.

“Because it's a sad song and I wanted a song with your name in it to be happy. It’s what you deserve,” Louis gave a bright smile then paused for a moment as he got lost in the warm honey brown of Clementine’s eyes. Immediately he returned to the piano, his fingers slipping and hitting a wrong key.

“Great playing there, idiot!” One of the drunk patrons yelled.

“Hey, shut up, asshole!” Clementine snapped back at the man. Both of them locked eyes with one another and were silent until Clementine spoke again. “Just go on back to enjoying your drink, pisshead.”

“What was that?” The man rose to his feet and in an instant Louis got up and stood before Clementine.

“She said how about another drink. Bartender, could you get a drink for this fine friend of mine?” Louis hoped to de-escalate the situation. Luckily it worked out. Soon enough the man was back in his seat, nursing the drink that had been paid for him.

“Sorry,” Clementine sat down on the piano bench by Louis. “Almost started a fight.”

“That’s okay, I think Minnie has already gotten into a brawl here.” Louis rested his fingers back on the piano keys. His eyes wandered over to his crush and once again his heart fluttered in a melody that only appeared when he was near her. Something about her made him feel safe and throughout the years she had looked beyond his playful side. Clementine saw him for who he was and that was priceless to him.

It took Louis a moment but slowly he began to play a song. It only took Clementine a second to realize that it was a different one from before. This one was slower, filled with happy yet thoughtful notes. It lasted all of thirty seconds before Louis stopped playing it.

“That was a pretty song. What’s that one called?”

“‘Clementine.’ I wrote it myself,” Louis’ eyes didn’t look up to meet Clementine’s. “Not for the fruit, I like the fruit but I-” His courage faltered and he grew shy and he went back to playing the piano. “Yeah…”

Clementine stared at her crush for a moment, wondering if that song held the feelings she thought it did. “Louis,”

“Yeah?” Louis slowly looked up.

“Y’know I like you. Like, like like you.” Clementine watched as Louis’ lips parted, staying slightly ajar. After a moment a dorky smile appeared on his lips.

“Really? Holy shit. I can’t believe this. Really?” He looked over for confirmation which he found in his crush’s eyes. It took him a moment but he eventually got up the courage to respond in kind. “I like like you too.” Louis smiled and was surprised when Clementine leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss.

It was a sloppy first kiss, Both of their foreheads bonked together and they were fumbling through the romantic gesture at first. After a moment, Louis closed his eyes, returning the kiss before it ended. As they pulled apart his head was left in a surprised giddy state.

Clementine watched Louis, feeling her heart warm with happiness at the confession. It felt like she was on cloud nine when she had heard Louis’ words. Until reality sent her back down to earth.

Carver.

Her father would never approve of this. Hell, he hated Louis’ guts. It would be too dangerous to flaunt the fact that they had feelings for each other around camp.

“Holy shit,” Louis murmured, his voice finally catching up with his mind. “I can’t wait to tell Marlon and Vi too. Man, they won’t believe it. I’ve been crushing on you for years and-”

“Louis.”

Clementine’s interruption made Louis pause.

“Yeah?”

“What happened just now. The two of us. It needs to be a secret, okay?”

Clementine saw Louis’ smile fade at those words. She could pinpoint the moment that his heart sank. She didn’t have to explain why, he knew.

“Okay.”

[clementinesmustyhat]

possible twdg anime anybody? 🤔

Luke, Luke no…

[adoredmarigold]

what character do u dislike/hate the most in every twdg season?

Season 1: Vernon or Danny I guess

Season 2: Troy

Season 3: Badger

Season 4: uuuh I guess Abel

Yeah sorry these are all kinda gimme answers, I’m not usually one too really hate characters

[bourbonificould]

Twdg tweets part 20!! (new icons curing my depression

[arcadiabaytornado]

What did you think of Kenny and Sarita’s Relationship in TWDG Season 2?

I find their relationship really interesting. Especially on Sarita's end.

When we meet Kenny again he's buried his past. Sarita says he doesn't talk about before and was in bad shape when she found him. It seems like he's gotten better since that time, but seeing Clem again forces him to face his past.

A rage starts simmering as he's reminded of his wife and son. This leads to Kenny aggressively taking a box from Sarita's hands despite her saying she can get it. This isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it is a sign of things to come.

Their relationship gets more complicated after Carver kidnaps them. Sarita agrees with the cabin group not to be rash about their escape. This frustrates Kenny, who feels like doing nothing puts them at further risk, and he snaps at her before apologizing and cooling down.

So small cracks are laid but they still care about each other. Kenny defends her from Troy's mouth and Sarita tries to save him while he gets beaten by Carver. She also protests the idea of leaving without him.

Yet, what really interests me is Kenny and Sarita's final interaction before she's bitten. If you leave with Sarita instead of watching Kenny kill Carver, she'll tell Clem this: "That's not the Kenny I know in there. I wish... I thought... I could save him."

It really sounds like she looses faith in Kenny in that moment. It also sounds like she had a bit of a savior complex when it came to him. She wanted to make everything in his life okay again...and too much has happened that he hasn't dealt with for it to turn out that way. This leads me to wonder if their relationship would have been changed fundamentally or even ended if she hadn't gotten bit.

So they're cute during Episode 2, and I find Sarita and Kenny both really interesting to analyze, but it seems like their relationship was on thin ice when he killed Carver. Which makes you wonder if they could have eventually worked things out or if they were doomed for a breakup. That also lets you ask the question if Kenny could handle a break up anymore then he could her death.

[thecrusadercomrade]

In the "next time" segment at the end of episode 1, the way things are set up actually do make it seem like episode 2 will be about working with the St. Johns to defend against the bandits, with Kenny talking about a war coming and everything. I really wouldn't mind reading/writing a story similar to that one day, where the St. Johns are good people and Lee's group helps them fight the bandits.

I wake up and ask scenarios like "What-If the St. Johns weren't cannibals and the bandits were?" then leave 💀

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I did a TWDG character tier list because it’s been a while

Back in July 2019, I posted a tier list ranking TWDG characters from all four seasons with explanations for why I placed each character where I did. It’s now 2023, and I’ve mostly stepped away from TWDG and the fandom. I pop in occasionally to answer asks or give updates about the Clementine comics. Sometimes I get the itch to do an analysis post. Or something like this.

Distancing myself and then revisiting the series has changed a lot of my opinions of these characters and my ranking is quite different, so I thought it’d be interesting to discuss.

Just a note about how I’m ranking this: This ranking is solely based on my feelings about the characters. Last time I ranked some characters higher than I wanted to because I acknowledged their good writing and popularity. I’m not doing that this time. Well-written/popular or not, if I don’t like them, they’re ranking low. If I like them, then that’s the only reason I need to rank them high. That’s probably going to cause disagreements and that’s fine. Agree to disagree, y’know?

Each character is limited to a 3-4 sentence explanation. I can’t write a heavy analysis for every character, otherwise we’ll be here forever.

Also, I didn’t include characters from the Michonne mini-series since they weren’t included in my original and the mini-series is separate from the main series. All you really need to know is Michonne and Pete would’ve made A-tier.  

Starting from F-tier and working our way up to S-tier:

F-tier

Troy Surprise, Troy’s my least favorite character in the entire series. He’s an asshole and I find nothing compelling about him other than his death scene. He’s insignificant, I hate him, and he can suck an egg.

Vernon Vernon has some sympathetic qualities to his character but as far as characters in S1 go, I can’t say he’s all that great. Sure, he patched Omid up but that doesn’t mean he gets to fuck us over in the end. Screw him, y’know?

The Stranger I feel like I like the idea around The Stranger more than the Stranger himself. I get it, he’s supposed to be just some dude and it’s a neat reveal that he’s the guy we stole food from, but I liked him better when he was just a voice over a walkie. He’s just kinda here to guilt you over your choices no matter what you did and use it as an excuse for kidnapping Clementine, but I need a little bit more from my antagonists.

Joan Joan has one of the coolest villain moments in TWDG when she asks you who you want to save, then orders who you picked to be executed, and honestly? I respect that. It just sucks that Joan as a character is boring as sin. I can’t forgive boring antagonists, she sucks.

Larry Not going to lie—Larry is the biggest asshole and I kinda live for it. I still absolutely hate him, but I can respect him as a character for being such a piece of shit. He has some depth to him when you bother to try out different choices, and his death is so ingrained in my brain, but he’s in F-tier for a reason. I hate him, but he’s a damn good antagonist within the group.

Abel I think Abel is a great antagonist and he’s well-written, but I also think he’s garbage and I hate him. They really captured how crusty, creepy, and cruel he can be while also giving him a moment of vulnerability when he realizes he’s dying.

D-tier

Kenny Yes, I’m ranking Kenny this low. He’s one of my least favorite characters in all of TWDG, but at least he’s an interesting character study despite just being such a piece of shit. I’m sorry, I know he’s a fan favorite and he’s a broken man with a sad backstory, I understand that he’s a complex and well-written character. But I can’t stand him; he’s manipulative, violent, possessive, you can’t disagree with him without him throwing a tantrum, and I just don’t like him.

Andy, Danny, Brenda I’m clumping these three together because I might as well, my opinion of them individually doesn’t differ much. These guys are cannibals who lead people to their farm to butcher, eat, and trade the meat with bandits. They fed Mark’s leg meat to the group like…. It’s so fucked. They’re great antagonists, the best in S1 for sure, but fuck these guys.

Walter I’m kinda meh on Walter. He’s where he is on this tier list not because I hate him or anything, he’s mostly just here to guilt Nick and then be executed by Carver, and eh.

Arvo I don’t like Arvo. I don’t think that’s an unpopular opinion. I feel bad about everything he went through and Kenny was absolutely in the wrong for abusing him the way he did, but I can’t say Arvo himself is compelling. I think that’s a common theme with me—boring is usually worse than bad, and Arvo isn’t all that interesting. Then he shoots Clementine and we never hear from him again sooo…. Cool.

Omar Oh no, poor Omar ranking so low. But again, for me boring is worse than bad, and Omar is boring. I’m sorry, I know that’s wild coming from me given my past with TFS but it’s true. Omar is a character who exists, he cooks, he gets shot, he survives, and that’s about it.

Mark The only cool thing about Mark is how he died. But as an actual character? Meh.

Sarita Sarita is barely her own character. She exists to serve Kenny’s character development, and I hate that for her. She’s nice, and unfortunately that’s it.

Willy Willy is okay. He definitely has the most depth in this tier, save Kenny. But he’s still a minor character who I can’t justify putting any higher when I don’t love him.

Mari Oh, poor Mari. She’s sweet, but her death is more impactful than her actual character.

C-tier

Carver Carver’s a pretty good antagonist. I like him well enough. He’s a piece of shit, he’s intimidating, and he’s dangerous. Not the best, not the worst antagonist.

Carlos Carlos is hilarious, which I don’t think was the intention behind his character but if not, then they shouldn’t have made him so funny. I’m not saying funny as in “haha,” I’m saying it in a “you are an incompetent man, why are you doing this” way.

Duck I feel kinda bad for putting Duck so low, but he has the same problems as Sarita and Mari, though he does have a bit more personality going for him. His character serves Kenny’s character development, and his death is more impactful than he actually is.

Bonnie Bonnie’s fine. I liked her more in 400 Days. In S2, she’s just kinda meh.

Rebecca I like Rebecca well enough. Her going from being a complete asshole to wanting to be friends with Clementine between episodes kind of gives me whiplash but I can’t help but sympathize with her. She’s a pregnant woman in the zombie apocalypse who lost her husband because Carver’s a piece of shit and then she dies shortly after giving birth... it’s sad.  

Shel and Becca I like Shel and Becca a lot more than I did before. Their situation in 400 Days is rough, and I feel a lot for Shel wanting to give Becca a good life despite the state of the world. Becca’s also just a kid who tries to act tough and like she has a thick skin but c’mon, she’s still just a kid. 

Mike Mike was super chill until he betrayed us at the end. I would’ve ranked him higher but frankly, I’m still a bit bitter about him wanting to run off with Bonnie and Arvo, completely fine with taking all the food and resources so that Clementine and baby AJ starve. We were bros, Mike, then you had to go a do that. 

Brody Once again: Her death is more memorable than her character. But, in this case, I will say Brody stands out given the fact that she’s lying to everyone about the twins and dealing with the guilt gnawing at her in ep1. I find her interesting within the context of “who is telling the truth? what really happened?” because unfortunately, both she and Marlon end up dead so we’ll never know the full story from either perspective. 

Mitch Oh, my boy, there was a time where you ranked waaaay higher, but I can’t do it. Mitch is a good character and serves his purpose, and his death is still pretty bullshit. I still like him, just not nearly as much as I used to. 

Eleanor I’m still pissy about Eleanor snitching on us to Joan which results in either Ava or Tripp being executed, and then having the balls to yell at us about it. But prior to that, Eleanor’s a character with great medical knowledge and skills who wanted to help people. She just ends up being a victim to ANF’s less than stellar writing. 

Kate I still have a lot of issues with Kate, like I still hate the romance between her and Javi and how bitter she becomes after being rejected, but I don’t hate her. She’s a flawed character but I understand her perspective on things when it comes to David and Richmond. She’s also resourceful and charming at times, I like her well enough. 

Violet Yeeeeeah, remember how I said this is 100% my biased opinion on all of these characters? Violet is a mid C-tier character for me, she’s just okay. I don’t hate Violet, I don’t love her. She has some really endearing moments just as she has infuriating ones. I talked a bunch about her in my revisiting TFS post, if you want a full explanation on my feelings about her, then you can read that. 

Chuck I like Chuck, he’s chill. I appreciate the reality check he gave Lee about Clementine and their plan, and I’m sad that he died. Not much else to say. 

Vince I really like Vince. I talked a lot more about his character in my 400 Days post, so to summarize, he’s another interesting protagonist in that dlc and I liked his story a lot. 

Molly Might be an unpopular opinion to put Molly this low, but even though I like her, I can’t justify putting her higher. Molly’s story is heartbreaking though, and incredibly traumatic when you sit with it... like, she traded sex for medicine so her sister wouldn’t be thrown out, and given that we don’t meet her sister and dipshit doctor said he couldn’t keep helping her out... yeah. Molly brings a lot of charm and humor while she’s around but she’s also just so sad, y’know?

Jesus Jesus is cool. I don’t really have much else to say about him other than that. 

Christa I feel like a lot of these C-tier characters can be summed up with, “I like them, they’re cool... yeah.” because that’s how I feel about Christa. She shines more as a character when paired with Omid, and like with Rebecca, I really feel for her as a pregnant woman in the apocalypse who then lost both Omid and their baby and had to remain strong to care for Clementine... even though her resentment and bitterness are clearly present. 

Conrad My boy Conrad... I still really like him, though my love has definitely toned down. I enjoy his story and still stand by keeping him alive to the end, even though he makes it difficult sometimes. He’s hurting and that makes him stupid, and if you keep him alive long enough, he genuinely apologizes then tries to be better and I respect that. 

Ben Ben didn’t quite make it to B-tier, but know that he was close. Ben is such a screw up and he does so much damage, but I can’t bring myself to hate him. Most of us don’t wanna admit that if the apocalypse actually happened, we wouldn’t be a Lee or a Clementine, we’d be a Ben. 

B-tier

Aasim Aasim is definitely one of my favorite side characters in TFS and I’m always going to be bitter that he wasn’t used to his full potential. He’s the perfect middle ground between Louis and Violet, I love that he keeps a journal to record everything that happens, and that he’s the only one willing to push back at Marlon. Aasim’s great. 

Ruby I adore Ruby, she’s great. She’s small and fiery yet she’s the group nurse and takes pride in patching people up. Again, one of my favorite side characters in TFS. 

Alvin I have a lot of feelings about Alvin. Most are sad. This man loves his wife and their baby. I love the exchange between him and Clementine where she tells him he’s nice, she can tell, and Alvin’s just like, “I ain’t nice!” and Clementine goes, “...Yes, you are.” with a smile, it’s great. He didn’t deserve his fate, I’m still hurt by it. 

Nick Speaking of not deserving their fate: Nick. I like Nick a lot and will never be over his off screen death and how no one really cared. 

Eddie and Wyatt Lumping these two together since I couldn’t decide who I liked more. The two are amazing, their story in 400 Days is so damn enjoyable, and the chemistry between them is off the charts. Both interesting characters with great personalities. 

Katjaa I’ll never not be sad about Katjaa. Woman deserved the world and yet that’s what she got. She’s so interesting given her career as a vet which made her the group doctor, the fact that she married Kenny, and how she straight up tells you that she has her limits and she would’ve left Lilly behind if it was her choice. 

Doug Doug’s pretty great, but there just wasn’t enough time devoted to him in S1, especially if you don’t save him in ep1. When you do save him, though, he’s one of the more enjoyable characters to be around and I appreciate the efforts he makes to help the group despite his talents lying else where. 

Luke Luke is great for two episodes, then his character slowly went down the shitter. He had the makings to be great, to be an A-tier character, no questions asked... but honestly, putting him in B due to my personal feelings is being generous. When you’re only great for 2/5 episodes, then maybe you’re not an overall great character, hmm? But I’m biased and I like him. 

Minerva Okay look, I love Minerva as a tragic antagonist. I take back every mean thing I’ve ever said about her. 

Tripp Man, I love Tripp. He’s my bro, y’know?  

Gabe Gabe is a brat and I love him. I understand the criticism, but I also understand a lot of that criticism is rooted in “any child character who isn’t exactly like Clementine is deemed annoying.” He's one of the better parts of ANF in my opinion. 

Tenn I’ve done a lot of thinking about Tenn since I wrote my retrospective on TFS and like... Tenn is a great character. He’s interesting to have within the story of TFS, and I know, it’s so easy to just hate him because he keeps making the same mistakes. It’s when you look at the full picture that you understand why he keeps doing it and it’s just... sad. He always dies in my playthroughs, it’s heartbreaking. 

Sarah Sarah should get a shirt that says “I was wasted potential in S2 and all I got was this lousy shirt.” Because yeah, the set up for Sarah is executed so damn well, then the game fumbled, and then she was killed off. My girl deserved better than that. 

Carley I adore Carley. That’s my girl, I love her. Just.... I love her. Not much else to say. 

Ava Ava is so fucking cool, why is it that ANF killed her off in the most comical way possible when she survives execution? How could you do that to one of the most badass characters in TWDG? She fucking knocked TRIPP on his ass. I love her so much. 

Marlon Marlon is the perfect antagonist for ep1 of TFS. I have an entire character analysis about him, and again, I covered his character again in my retrospective of the game. 

Lilly Yeah, yeah, laugh it up-- I love Lilly, she’s an asshole and she’s great in both S1 and TFS. She’s a woman under so much damn pressure in S1 due to looking after her abusive father as he’s all the family she has left, she’s leading the group which Kenny continually gives her hell for, and she just wants to survive. Then she comes back in TFS as a great antagonist and we see just how far she’s fallen due to everything that’s happened to her. I talked more in-depth about her in my TFS retrospective post so if you want more details, you can go there. 

David Okay listen, this is my tier list and I say David is on the verge of being A tier for being such an interesting bitch. David is such a bitch, a real bastard, I could punch him in his damn nose, but damn it, he’s fascinating and I won’t apologize for being invested in the Garcia brother dynamic. I hate him but also I think he’s great. 

A-tier

Pete I feel like Pete being this high is just purely my bias showing. He has no business being this high and above so many other characters, but I don’t care. I love this man. He’s only in two episodes [assuming you ran to him instead of Nick] and he’s still one of my favorite characters in S2. 

Russell Russell is my favorite protagonist in 400 Days and I will be forever salty that he wasn’t more important in S2. 

James I could talk and talk about James until I’m blue in the face. I adore James, he’s such a compelling and often misunderstood character. 

Omid I mean, c’mon.... who here doesn’t think Omid is an A-tier character? He’s just so charismatic and charming, it’s hard to dislike him even a little. All these years later, and I’m still hurt that he died the way he did. 

Jane Yeah that’s right, Jane ranks this high. Jane is a fucking great character and I’m tired of pretending she’s not. I want to give you an in-depth analysis that elaborates on that, but unfortunately, I’ve limited myself on this post. That’s what asks are for, I suppose. 

Javier Javier Garcia is the best thing about ANF. Listen, ANF is the worst installment in the series, I feel like I can confidently say that, but Javi makes it all worth it. That, and his dynamics with Gabe and David, and Clementine, too. I love this man. 

AJ I debated on if I should put AJ here or S-tier, but ultimately, S-tier is for my absolutely favorites. While I love AJ and his development over TFS, he just barely misses the mark. But I think his spot here is well-deserved, love that little goofball. 

S-tier

Rosie Rosie is best girl. That’s it. She’s best girl. 

Lee It’s been how many years and I’m still not over Lee. He deserved the world. I love him so much. 

Clementine What’s there to even say about Clementine throughout all four seasons? She’s S-tier. She’s incredibly well written throughout the series, her growth is amazing, and her ending in TFS is definitely deserved. I love her so much. 

Louis Coming as a shock to literally no one, Louis is my favorite character in all of TWDG and he deserves the top spot in the top tier. What can I possibly say? I have written countless posts about how much I love him. He’s my favorite and I fucking love him. 

And for a fun comparison, my 2019 tier list:

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YAN TWDG MASTERLIST

Just to like organise this and stuff lol

Lee Everett

Kenny Rogers

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Nick (MY BBG ILYY)

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Luke

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Troy

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Marlon

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Javier

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Mitch

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Ben

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What-Ifs of Telltale's the Walking Dead Chapter 31: What If Clementine's Parents Were in Carver's Camp?

Summary: Reggie is dead. Clementine is trapped in a settlement run by a monster. But just as it all begins to feel like too much, two familiar figures appear who Clementine had given up for dead years ago.

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