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Bad People or Good People? - Chapter 9: Bracelets and Unexpected Visitors

chapter summary: A calm before the storm settles over the Prison group now that Rick, Daryl and Glenn swear that there are no people after Clementine anymore. But there are still enemies out there, and although Daryl and Clementine are as close as ever, will it last...?

previous chapter: We’re the Good Guys, Clem (Part 3)

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After Daryl and Rick’s ‘discussion’, Daryl had stormed on back inside the prison with the intention to find Clementine and tell her the entire truth. Defying Rick was not something Daryl would easily do, but he was angry and when a Dixon was angry, they did impulsive things.

But Daryl hadn’t been able to find Clementine. No matter where he looked, the little girl seemed to have vanished. No one else had seen her either, not even Glenn. But Michonne hinted that Carl had been mysteriously gone for a while now too…

He ended up in her cell, finding the drawings she and Carl drew pinned up on the walls almost as decoration. He’d meant to simply check under her bed, just in case she was hiding for some reason… but those drawings distracted him.

They weren’t happy decorations. A decoration, Daryl knew, usually involved showing some form of personality trait. For example, Merle’s bedroom had been filled with beer cans and… odd smells. And that one time he’d gone home with a girl he liked back in high school, the walls had been pink and coated in this weird fluffy tapestry - he’d hated it. But it sure had shown a part of her personality.

(And no, the two had literally only gone there to study, despite what Merle had bragged to his friends about. Carol hadn’t been his first ‘female’ friend.)

The decoration in Clementine’s cell, though was… pure grief. It was people the group had lost, and people Daryl didn’t recognise which, considering the theme, Daryl assumed Clementine had lost.

These kids were capable of decorating a whole wall with the people they had lost in the span of a year. And it gave him pause.

Despite Daryl still thinking lying to Clementine was wrong, he suddenly felt he didn’t want to take the risk in hurting Clementine further. If those three bodies had been her friends from that group, Daryl would rather she believed they had made it somewhere else with tracks heading away… That wasn’t a complete lie. There had been tracks leading away…

“You came back!” Clementine had a little smile on her lips as she seemingly appeared in her cell suddenly, startling Daryl. The smile, though, didn’t quite reach her eyes, as usual, but it was obvious she was genuinely happy to see him.

He nodded his head in silence, unsure why he felt the need to quiet his own emotions down around her. Then again, he did that around everyone.

“Thank you for going there,” Clementine said.

“Tracks led away. Doubt they’ll come looking for yah.”

With a nod, she seemed relieved, but her body language spoke a different tune.

“Would’ya have gone with ‘em if they came knocking on our door?” Daryl asked. It was a question that indicated there was something else on his mind, but the nine year old girl didn’t think that far ahead yet and simply shrugged. 

“Some of them were bad people.” Clementine looked up at Daryl with giant, innocent eyes. “I don’t want to be with bad people.”

Biting his lip, Daryl nodded his head to alert her he was listening, but remained quiet. Then, he sniffled and looked away from her, understanding what her pleading look had been.

“We’re the good guys, Clem.” Daryl knew they were lying to Clementine, he knew he was keeping her away from the opportunity to go out there and figure things out - but she was nine… Chances were, she was better off with them than those she deemed her friends from that group.

At least, Daryl was going to make sure she was better off with them then those others. To make up for lying, to make up for keeping her from tracking them down.

As he distracted himself by looking at the drawings again, Daryl caught a glimpse of the two biggest ones. One was clearly Lori, Carl being a slightly better artist because of his age, Daryl figured. The other was someone the entire group knew of. And someone who even had his picture - a ripped out picture from what seemed to be a newspaper - pinned next to the drawing: a heartbreaking drawing of Lee and Clementine holding hands.

Daryl glanced at the picture of the man who had taken care of Clementine before. And he nodded his head at it.

Maybe he’d always struggle with the idea of attempting to be something of a father figure to Clementine and letting someone in like that - but he was always going to keep her safe. So Lee could rest in peace knowing that his little girl was safe now.

“I want to show you what me and Carl made,” Clementine said, reaching a hand up to his.

At first, Daryl flinched away from it - but the girl didn’t seem to pay attention to it, or she just tried to get her way with a sweet smile.

It worked.

Daryl let her grab one of his fingers and tug him along the walls of her cell, listening to her explain who all the people were that he himself didn’t recognise. T-Dog was, perhaps, the drawing that offered Daryl the most raw emotion aside from Lee and Clementine’s one. But Dale… and especially Sophia, hurt too.

“And that’s Kenny. He wears a hat, like mine! Do you think his dad was an engineer too?”

A long wall of lost people…

Lost, but never forgotten.

…

“What are you fiddling with?” Carol asked with a little smile on her lips. Sat at a table in the large communal hall, a mathematics book between them and the walkie talkie right there for Clementine to quickly reach, Carol watched Clementine with a little smile. The child was sat with one hand on the table, answering sums as correctly as she could, whilst the other was in her lap.

A little shyly, Clementine lifted her hand up to show Carol.

It was a wire. Carol blinked in surprise, and slight confusion. Cheeks a little red, Clementine tried to convey its importance: “Daryl showed me how to switch a car battery’s cable… This is the bad one.”

The girl was not quite sure what sort of emotion had passed over Carol’s face right in that instant. But one thing was for sure, Carol smiled widely and started to chuckle. She seemed almost amused.

The two weren’t alone in the hall, and Carol’s joy was noticed by Beth, Hershel and Maggie. The three had taken to Carol and Clementine’s routine of studying in the afternoons. They, however, weren’t doing math, but instead were reading the bible; reading little snippets from Hershel’s book together and talking about it.

Glenn was nowhere in sight. He sometimes joined, but he often found himself distracted either accidentally or on purpose, Clementine couldn’t quite tell. Instead, he often focused on playing with Judith. At the moment, he was off trying to get Judith down for a nap.

“Sorry,” Carol said when she noticed she had disrupted bible study. “It was just…” She reached out to Clementine’s cheek and pretended to pinch it. “That was just so very cute. I would have wanted to see Daryl’s reaction to that.”

“What?” Maggie asked. Things were okay between the Greenes and Clementine, but the four had yet to fully find something to bond over.

Clementine turned to show the wire, still not quite sure what was going on but not finding herself uncomfortable or teased at least.

“It’s the wire Daryl and Clem switched out,” Carol explained, and both Maggie and Beth offered their own ‘aws’ at that.

“Here,” Beth voiced as she stood and walked over. “I can make it into a bracelet for you.”

“That’d be uncomfortable,” Maggie piped in.

“Not if you wrap it with cloth after. We can choose red, for Daryl’s signature napkin.”

“Oh God,” Carol chuckled, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him wash that.”

“Have we ever seen him wash anything of his?” Maggie teased.

The adults chuckled a bit, whilst Clementine looked on. There was something… warm about being surrounded by these people talking about mundane things, gently teasing each other… like… the world hadn’t ended. Like humanity still lived on.

She liked the idea of a bracelet, and offered the wire to Beth with a smile. This time, Carol didn’t care that technically, Clementine wasn’t done with her lesson yet. This time, Carol was the one to close the mathematics book and shove it aside so that Beth and Clementine could get to work.

It was a calm session requiring a lot of tools which Beth could easily work with. “I used to make jewelry with mama,” Beth explained, “All kinds. Earrings. Bracelets. Necklaces. We’d use anything we could get our hands on, even old jewelry we’d find at yard sales. Then we’d sell it, or give it as Christmas presents to family.” Clementine had eagerly listened to the story, enjoying hearing the tales of a life different to what she was used to. She’d lived in a house with neighbors close by, and a city to get to easily. Beth and Maggie, who piped in from time to time too despite not being as experted in making bracelets, had lived on a farm, with a little village nearby. Life was different, and Clementine adored listening to it.

When Hershel joined in telling tall tales of times before Beth and Maggie had even been born, before the internet had even existed, Clementine had forgotten to help Beth with the bracelet, too intrigued to listen. Instead, she had moved over to Hershel once beckoned over, who had lifted her up onto his lap to continue to tell tales of life on a farm with naught but a radio as the biggest modernity.

For a little while, Clementine felt like a child her age: and not one forced to kill to survive and grow up early to understand the severity of everything.

No one mentioned it, but all adults old enough to remember life before mobile phones, were keenly aware of how the children nowadays had to be introduced to a world where safety was something they would marvel at some day…

“Here you go,” Beth interrupted, turning to show Clementine the finished bracelet. The wire had been unwrapped fully, and each individual metal string had been braided into what looked like a beautiful coppery bracelet. However, when Clementine reached out to it, Beth did hesitate a bit. “It’s a bit dangerous this way though. We still need the cloth. I don’t want to hurt your skin, or risk electrocuting you.”

“What are ya’ll doing here? Yall are making more noise than a clattering bundle of churchgoers.” Merle had appeared, his semi rude comment bouncing off the walls as he spoke too loud in order to make his presence known.

Most of the group sighed and ignored him.

But Carol and Clementine turned to look at him. Specifically, Clementine, who took the bracelet from Beth, jumped off Hershel’s lap and made her way to Merle.

Now, Merle and Clementine had not hit it off. … then again, no one hit it off with Merle. He had a way to pester everyone rather than be nice. It was odd how someone’s default mode of interaction could be that of blatantly antisocial behavior. At least it was rude to this group, who had never quite experienced someone like that. Rick had, but he usually had the privilege of locking them away, not living side by side with them. His annoyance at Merle was obvious.

But, Merle was Daryl’s brother. And Clementine was going to make an effort. No one else was making an effort. He might be on the verge of being a bad person, but Clementine wanted to give him a chance to be a good person. “We made a bracelet. Out of the wire Daryl showed me how to change yesterday, remember?”

Standing before Merle, Clementine ignored the scowl on the man’s face and his attempt to sideline and leave before the child could reach him, to raise her hand and show the bracelet to him. Her innocence, and perhaps blatant ignorance of his attempts to get her away from him through just being nasty, made him sigh and offer the bracelet a look: “It’s ugly.”

“We’re not finished yet,” Beth immediately defended, but stayed seated where she was, a little uncomfortable around the man.

Hershel watched like a hawk how this would go down. No good words had been shared about Merle, after all. Glenn had sneaked into the room too, and he was watching the interaction carefully, ready to step in and interfere.

“What can yall do to make that look even slightly decent?” Merle scoffed out, glaring at the offending piece of metal.

“A red cloth to make it nice,” Clementine explained. “Like Daryl’s.”

Somewhere deep… deep… very deep… inside of Merle, the man understood the importance of this piece of jewelry, and the attachment of Daryl’s red napkin to it would simply tie child and man together further. It was a sweet moment. A moment showcasing that Clementine felt safe with Daryl. Merle rolled his eyes at it.

“Alright.” Merle sighed, reaching back with his one hand to take something out of his back pocket. “I ain’t washed it for a while, but here.”

The same red napkin was handed down to the child. The room went deadly quiet, but Clementine honestly did not feel as surprised as the others did. If Daryl was not a bad person, then Merle did not have to be either. He was just wired differently, but Daryl had showed her how to change wires now. She could help Merle too. “It’s the same!”

“Yeah. Our old man gave those to us. One of the few gifts he ever did give.” Merle rolled his eyes and shoved the thing into Clementine’s hand. “I ain’t got no want for it. Quality is as bad as our da’ was. Take it. Make that ugly thing look decent or whatever.”

Ignoring the looks from the others, Merle turned and left the way he had come, most likely going to go back to his cell again to brood. That was what he usually did all day long. Glenn stood in the opening to the cells, and Merle almost pushed him to the ground as he bumped into him to get past. “Move, asshole,” escaped Merle’s lips, as if to try and make up for the nice thing he had just done.

The room was still completely quiet, everyone watching Clementine turn with a smile and rush over to Beth. “Does that work?”

Beth nodded her head quietly. “’Course.”

“Who knew Merle had that in him?” Glenn said as he walked over to them with an awkward chuckle. “Because, I didn’t.”

“I think the Dixon brothers are a little bit more difficult to understand than we think,” Carol voiced, then offered a distracted Clementine an amused smile. “Well, we might not understand them…”

…

The afternoon passed by peacefully after that. With her new bracelet on her arm, Clementine had somehow gained new motivation for mathematics. She did half of it wrong, but Carol didn’t have the heart to tell her so when she was so vigorously working away at the book. Once she was done with her work, Clementine had been free to go, but instead she shifted to join the Greenes’ in their bible study… which honestly ended up with Glenn and Clementine joking around rather than taking it seriously. Hershel wasn’t too fond of that…

The peaceful moment was disrupted, however, by the sudden buzzing of Clementine’s walkie talkie. She hurried over to it as Daryl’s voice came through. “Yeah?”

“Tell the others we got a visitor,” Daryl’s voice said through the static of the signal.

Clementine turned to the Greenes, who all tensed up. Glenn was the one to hurry over to Clementine, a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in to talk to Daryl: “What? Who?”

“Andrea’s back.”

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The RoTWD Wiki has been updated!

Recently, we put in some work on the wiki page for our fanfic, Realm of The Walking Dead. Now, the main page has a lot more detail and links to other pages that should be useful for newcomers and fans of the fanfic. As RoTWD makes several adjustments and ret-cons to the original story of Telltale's TWD, we added a small segment still in the works, explaining most of what's been changed in the canon script. Most changes include more characters being alive, and explaining how/why they may have survived, or died. Some characters have ambiguous fates, as well. Many beloved characters like Clementine, Kenny, and other familiar faces from Season 2, 3 and 4 make a return here, so make sure to read carefully to see what they've gone through. The Season 1 page also has been overhauled, and now includes full chapter recaps for Chapters 1, 2 and 3 so far. If you're a beginner and are interested in reading the fanfic, or simply want to know more details about the story, then check out the wiki! Feedback or questions (and asks) are always welcome.

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[daichinom]

LAST REFUGE

chap. 1 Daryl Dixon x Grimes Reader Season 1

⚠️Warning: spoilers, blood, mentions of death and suicide, medical terms, angst, typical TWD violence and gore, vomiting, child injury, allusions to gunshot wound

FlashBack

You were sitting at the coffee table where you were, with your computer on and your books and study notebooks, you were about to finish your medical degree and in a few weeks it was going to be your final exam for your career as a general practitioner, You were beyond stressed and eager to devour all the books you had along with your notes.

Suddenly, you felt the vibration of your cell phone against the part of your thigh, making your mind stop focusing on the text on the monitor, you took your cell phone out of your bag and saw that it was Lori, your sister-in-law.

You couldn't help but frown for a second, sometimes Lori called you because she used to argue with Rick about something and you already knew how your brother was, just like you.

So you preferred to listen to her and sometimes almost ignore her while you were cooking or doing something, but now you were busy, so out of courtesy you answered her.

-"Hello? Lori?"

-"Y/N… Hello… Hey, I need to tell you something… It's about Rick"-

She was agitated, you could barely hear a tremor in her voice over the line.

-"Go ahead, what's up Lori?"

-"When I went to get Carl from school, Shane came and… He told me that Rick had been shot"-

Your mind was left processing that last part.

Rick. Got. Shot.

-"I-I understand… Where are you now? Have you already gone to see him? Do you want me to stay with Carl?"

Your brain quickly abandoned the importance of studying, your family was more important in this case.

-"Please… It would be nice to have you"-

Was all you heard from Lori, and then you said yes and hung up.

FlashForwards

Since Shane had "saved" them from the road, you had been more comfortable in a certain way, more and more people joined in, needing shelter and Shane for a moment became the "leader".

You trusted Shane, you'd known him for a long time, and you sometimes questioned his actions, but you felt like he was doing what was best for everyone.

As for you, you were carrying a basket of clean clothes, ready to hang and dry with the help of the sun, while you did so, Lori stayed by your side.

-"This washing without a washing machine is so overwhelming"- you heard her say, -"yeah, of course"- you answered her, without looking at her, continuing with your thing, that didn't stop Lori from looking at you, -"hey… I'm sorry, It hurts me too.."- Lori said, covering that topic that still made your heart tighten. -"Yes?, I guess it hurts all of us"- you answered, while you looked at her, -"please… If it's because of Shane…"- Lori said, it hadn't taken you long to realize how many times Shane and Lori disappeared, but that wasn't a bother as such, and you made it clear to her while you placed her hand on her shoulder, -"it doesn't bother me, I can understand how you feel…I'm just…I still can't get over it…" - you answered, looking into her eyes, trying to convey your emotions, Lori nodded and hugged you, as a small consolation.

-"Sometimes I wish everything were different.."- you murmured, she ran her hand along your back, pampering you with human and maternal affection, the morning slowly became late, you were washing the last batch of clothes that had been washed. hanging out on the river, along with Jacqui, it was nice to have her, she was a woman with insightful comments.

-"I miss my washer and quick dryer set"- you heard her say as she sank the clothes back into the water, -"me too, faster and more effective"- you answered.

Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched, familiar voice, -"Aunt Y/N, Aunt Y/N!"- you turned and saw Carl, straightening up for a moment, -"what's wrong little one?"- you asked your nephew, - "Shane says come back, there are two men with very big guns" - that was enough for you and Jacqui to get up and pick up the amount of clothes, to hell with that, this was more important.

-"Guide me, honey" - you said to Carl, both of you going up the path of large rocks, when you arrived, you left the basket of clothes aside, grouping yourself with the others, Lori received you with her gaze, Carl was next to you, hugging your hip, it was Shane with his rifle aimed at two men, one had a pistol and the other a crossbow.

-"What's going on here?" - you asked, the gazes of Shane and the two men stayed with you, Shane and the guy with the crossbow moved away in the second but the guy with the gun didn't, on the contrary, it was as if he wanted to keep it as long as possible, disgusting.

-"These guys appeared out of nowhere"- Shane explained without taking his eyes off them, -"what do they want from here?"- You asked the two men, looking at them, -"Oh, sweetheart, we just saw a place full of people and. "We've been alone for a while and we like what we see here" - the man who kept looking at you with predatory eyes spoke, in an attempt to sweeten the ear, you looked at Shane, who didn't know whether to shoot or lower the gun. In the end, he opted for the second.

-"Because of your weapons... are both good at hunting?"- Shane asked, the one with the crossbow lowered his weapon and looked at him defiantly, but he did not speak, his silence was adapted to a "yes", - "well, you guys are left in exchange for giving us meat"- Shane sighed, the two men saw each other and the one with the predatory face shook his shoulders at the one with the crossbow, - "what are their names?" - Shane asked, - "Merle Dixon, he is my brother Daryl" - said the supposed man, pointing his thumb at the man with the crossbow.

[l0vergirlwrites]

four words ; rick grimes

warnings: absolutely none. just fluff.

the settlement of alexandria was quiet. the moonlight shined on the houses as the leaves on the trees rustled every time a breeze blew by. it was strangely quiet, & you wanted to take advantage of it.

so, you rose from your twin sized bed & threw on some cozy clothes, a crochet blue sweater olivia made for you with some black jeans. trying to be as quiet as possible, you slowly opened your bedroom door & left it open a crack, tiptoeing down the hallway of bedrooms to go downstairs.

once you made it to the kitchen, you grabbed a bottle of water from the group’s stash & opened it, only to drop the plastic lid. it made a “thunk” sound on the wooden floor, & you internally cringed. going to pick it up, you caught a glimpse of someone on the couch, hearing them grunt & sigh before sitting up.

“carl?” rick asked as he rubbed his eyes, switching on one of the battery powered candles on the coffee table before turning to you.

“sorry to disappoint” you chuckled, walking over to the couch as rick made some room for you.

“why aren’t you sleeping in a bed? you know we have those now right?” you asked him, your head turning towards his on the couch to give rick your attention.

shrugging his shoulders, rick’s eyes left yours & landed on his lap, “i don’t need it. the couch is comfortable".

“you need proper sleep just like the rest of us” you told him with concern, nudging his knee with yours so he would look back at you.

a soft smile played on his lips when his eyes matched yours, making him scoot a little closer to you on the couch.

“i know you might feel like you need to keep watch… but i think you should give this place a chance” rick nodded his head in agreement with you, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.

“i know, i know—you’re right. it’s hard breaking the habit,” now it was your turn to nod your head.

“it’s been almost a year since we got here & i still get, i don't know, paranoid...”

reaching your hand to rest on top of his own, you gave it a little squeeze. “that’s okay. being out there for so long changed us. it’s not like we’re all supposed to adjust automatically” you assured him, & you felt him turn his hand over to lace his fingers with yours.

“i care about you, rick—& i worry about you, you know? it’s what we do” your little admission came out quieter than you intended, but it looked like rick heard you loud & clear.

“i care about you too” he replied back, smiling a little brighter when you started smiling too.

“but you know i meant it—“ you gave him a knowing look, which he easily returned.

“i know how you meant it, just c’mere y/n”

pulling you to his side, bodies pressed against one another comfortably, rick stared into your eyes a little longer. snaking an arm around the top of the couch while his other hand raised to hold your cheek, his thumb rubbing against a small scar by your cheekbone.

“i like you like this,” you whispered into his touch, your left knee nudging his hip while your hand played with the material of his cotton t-shirt.

"like what?" he questioned.

you chuckled, slightly embarrassed to say it out loud. "soft, domestic, calm, happy even—it's a nice change" you noted, seeing his smile get a little wider at your words.

no more words needed to be said between you both. so, you stayed there, comfortable against rick's chest as his lips melted into yours, lips moving slow & soft, wordlessly saying "i'm not going anywhere". you leaned into his touch, gripping his shirt, not wanting this feeling of bliss to go away.

but you needed air, so you pulled away & smiled as rick's lips chased yours, causing you to chuckle at his actions.

"can't get enough huh?" you bit your lip as he kissed your forehead.

"never" he mumbled before pulling you to kiss him again, soon pushing your body back against the couch as rick slotted himself between your legs, kissing in the amber light of the fireplace for as long as you could. it was bliss. it was different.

[yellowsugarwords]

Hi me again, As the #1 Jane lover I was incredibly bitter about how she was handled in s3, so if its okay with you I would love to Read a drabble/blurb(?) about Clem, AJ and Jane post s3! Thank you as always 💛

enjoy my friend!!!! this was so so fun to write. I love writing sappy stuff :) I decided to turn this into a little season 4 fic!! I hope you enjoyyyy 💛💛

𝙄𝙛 𝙄𝙩 𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨

「  TWDG: Jane, Clementine, and AJ  」

Summary: Based in season 4, Jane, Clementine, and AJ discuss the future and what happens in a worst-case scenario. TW: m*scarriage mention.

Words: 1.4k words [ ⏱︎ 8 mins ]

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“I hate it when you drive.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up. I was driving eons before you.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re better.” Clem teased, smirking.

AJ groaned from the backseat, silencing their playful bickering. “It’s so unfair. Why do you two get to drive, and I can’t?”

“Because you’re five, kiddo,” Jane said, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. “You’re a ways away from learning how to drive.”

“Clem learned when she was thirteen. How is it that different?”

“It’s about eight years different, I’m afraid,” Clementine said, pulling her passenger mirror down. She wanted to get a read on his face, but instead watched as he stuck his tongue out at her. “I saw that.”

AJ snapped back to his normal self. “Where are we going?” He tried to change the subject.

Clementine didn’t answer, turning to Jane and briefly meeting her gaze. Jane cleared her throat and looked back at the road. “Wherever looks safe to set up camp for the night.” Clem could tell Jane was unsure.

“So, we don’t have a plan?” AJ asked, raising a brow. The girls hated how AJ was starting to develop their sense of sarcasm and wit.

“We have a plan,” Jane began. Clem could tell she was hesitant to continue. “It’s just a loose plan.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I know where we’re going, we might just wing it, a little bit.”

“Wing it?”

“Improvise.” Clementine rephrased, looking in the rearview mirror.

“Improvise?”

Clem and Jane both closed their eyes, contemplating what they were going to say. “It means we have a plan, but parts of it might change as we go.” Jane settled on.

Finally, at least momentarily, there was silence. That seemed to satisfy him. For a while, they rode in mainly silence, AJ drifting in and out of conversations that led nowhere. After what felt like hours, Jane turned down a small dirt road that led to a small campground. The fire pit didn’t look recently used, thankfully. So, after navigating the camouflaged vehicle to shield their area, the trio got out and Jane began to start their fire.

After making a mediocre attempt at a soup, AJ laid down. Using Clementine’s extra jacket as a pillow and Jane’s as a blanket, he turned away from the fire and faded into sleep.

As Jane and Clementine watched him drift off, they sat in sweet silence, relishing in the momentary peace. However, as time waned, Jane’s expression fell. She stared through the fire, watching AJ’s chest rise and fall. “Clementine, we need to talk.”

Clem turned without saying a word. The phrase always put Clementine on edge, as though she was about to hear a bombshell that would ruin her world.

Jane signed through her nose and closed her eyes. “I think we need to talk about what to do if something happens to me.”

“What do you mean?”

Jane opened her eyes but didn’t look away from the fire. She had another pregnancy scare. It was thanks to a group member who’d arrived and been killed, all in around a week. Jane barely had a chance to explore the possibility of getting to know him, let alone him being a father, before she woke up one morning bleeding through her clothes. During that time, they’d walk for up to 12 hours a day with barely any food or water. They would only rest for a few hours a day, and would only eat what little they could salvage.

She had a lot of pain and quite a bit of bleeding, but it passed over the span of a week. But how many times could she risk her health - and the well-being of the kids - before her pain didn’t pass this easily? Before she had a problem that she couldn’t fix alone? If she got sick, what would happen to Clementine and AJ? How would they survive if they were relying on her?

How did she get herself into this position again? The one she swore to never get back into.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, what would they do if she had a baby? They couldn’t handle another birth, especially not if it’s just the three of them. AJ was barely old enough to make his meals, let alone help deliver and raise a baby. And if what happened to Rebecca happened to Jane, there was no telling what could happen to all of them.

“If something happens to me, I think we need a plan.”

“What do you mean?” Clementine asked again, this time with more force.

Jane audibly sighed. “Clem-”

“Is this about him?” Clementine asked, staring through the fire at AJ, unable to look at Jane.

The woman turned to her, understanding her cold stance, then turned back. “No.” She began. She was met with silence. “Well, kind of.” Clem fought the urge to roll her eyes, her icy aura returning. “Clem, I worry about what you two would do if something happened to me.”

Clem said nothing. She picked up a nearby stick and poked at the fire. Her expression remained dull. Unreadable, almost.

“I worry that you won’t have the resources to take care of yourself.”

Clementine scoffed. “You act as though I’ve never been on my own before.” Her tone was biting. “I know how to take care of myself.”

“But you’re not just yourself, anymore,” Jane said. “You have AJ now. Sure, you know how to take care of yourself, but do you know how to take care of yourself and another kid? All at the same time?”

“I’m not a kid.”

“You’re practically a kid.” Clementine shot her a look, so Jane dropped it. “I just want you and AJ to have a plan in case something were to happen. In case I can’t-”

“I’m not thinking about that right now.”

“Clementine-”

“You were the one who taught me ‘what people are capable of,’ remember?” Clem snapped, cutting Jane off. There was a pang in Jane’s chest, haunted by the memory. It was the moment they had reunited with AJ, right after Kenny died, that Jane uttered those words. She’d shown Clementine the very worst of humanity, and yet here Jane was: still trying to protect her from it.

Clementine stabbed the fire once more. “Nothing surprises me anymore. I know what you always say, ‘Don’t get attached,’ so I didn’t. I get it. You don’t need to say anything more.” She abandoned her stick on the ground. “I know what you’re going to say.”

In truth, that wasn’t the goal Jane intended for this conversation. However, learning that Clementine was always on alert - always ready for a sudden change - was a relief.

So, if she was relieved, why did it still sting? Why did Jane still feel a wave of hopelessness knowing Clementine never did, and never would, fully trust her? She thought she’d wanted this - she begged for it - and now that she had it, she wished that some part of Clementine trusted her. She wished that she had earned it, even though Jane knew she hadn’t.

With that, Jane’s eyes fell to the dirt. “You’re right,” she said, voice soft. The tonal shift caused Clementine to look, only to catch Jane standing. “I should get some sleep. You too, kiddo, but I call dibs on the first shift.”

Clem smiled, glad to see that Jane had dropped the subject. At least, she had dropped it for now.

Jane wandered toward AJ, choosing to sleep near him and keep both of them warm. “And Clem,” she said, adjusting the blanket she would use as her pillow. Clem silently met her gaze. “Thanks for having this chat with me.” With a small smile, Jane rolled over, curled into her pillow, and got ready to sleep.

Clementine continued to stare at Jane until she saw a steady rhythm of breathing. Then, her attention turned to the fire.

Clem had lied. Well, only partially. She did have a plan - Clem always had a plan - in case something went wrong and Jane was no longer around, but the truth was she had gotten attached. Clementine had started to love their small life together, just the three of them trying to make it in the world.

Regardless, she understood Jane’s concern. After everything that happened to her sister, Jane had sworn she wouldn’t let anyone into her life again. But she did. Clementine knew it wasn’t a genuine attachment. Jane was only with them out of obligation. The instant Clementine was no longer a ‘kid,’ as Jane liked to say, she would probably be gone by the following sunrise. Their conversation tonight only proved that. Jane just wanted to make sure Clementine knew what the plan had always been: get them on their feet, then ditch. Clementine had never forgotten that.

However, Clem couldn’t help but wonder what started Jane’s sudden train of thought.

All the while, Jane’s eyes remained open, unable to sleep, wondering if she should ever be fully honest with the young girl.

━━━━━━ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙���𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡   𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[terranovathemust]

MY FANFIC

Guys and girls who have read my fanfic, so far, what do you think of these 4 four chapters? Do you like them or not? Are they well or badly written? what do you think of the original character Alice that I included in the plot? Should I be more original? A little feedback will help me better calibrate for the future. I can't wait to read your comments. thanks.

[twdgkidsdeservebetter]

Comparing my two TWD fics featuring Ben Paul as a main character

Basically, I've written 2 fanfictions that feature Ben Paul from twdg as the main protagonist. Both are 100k+ words and I only really consider one complete.

(None of these have been published btw)

Story 1 is about Ben surviving in TWD Game. He survives season 1 and becomes the guardian of Clementine & Duck. It was written in 2021 and has not been touched since. Currently, the last chapter is at the ski lodge cabin w/ Kenny in season 2.

Story 2 is about Ben surviving in TWD Show. He joins Rick going to Atlanta and joins the main group. Several characters fates have been changed. It was started in mid-2023 and I'm still currently writing it to this day. Seasons 1-5 have been written, season 6 has just begun.

Below are comparisons I've noticed while rereading story 1.

First person vs third person

Story 1 is written entirely in 1st person. Older me feels physically sick and confused with younger me because why? I cannot name a single one of my WIPs that are written in first person. Story 2 is written entirely in third-person omniscient, which I find a lot easier to read/write.

2. Ben is OOC for the most part

In both stories Ben is more capable as a survivour and is more confident in his abilities and expressing himself. Both stories show Ben learning how to fight walkers early on, however TWDG Ben is more nervous compared to my TWD Ben. TWD Ben is more confident and humorous compared to TWDG Ben.

3. Skipping scenes?

In story 1, I never skip any scenes from the game. Everything has been written exactly how it plays out in the game besides changing certain things like character fates and such. In story 2 however, I skip a lot of scenes because the scene either;

A. Doesn't have Ben in it nor does it make sense to write him into the scene.

OR

B. I did not feel like writing it so I skipped it entirely.

4. Ben's relationships with other survivours

In story 2, I flesh out a lot of the relationships with Ben and the other survivours. I put a lot more detail and effort into developing relationships, but in story 1, I hardly do that. I would say Ben is the closest with Doug in story 1, besides Clementine and Duck.

5. Quantity and Quality

Both stories currently have a word count of over 100k. Story 2 (TWD) has beaten story 1 (TWDG) in the word count, with 150k words. By comparing both of my stories, it's clear that I've put a lot more effort into story 2. There's a lot more detail dedicated to describing locations and characters compared to story 1.

I'm thinking of rewriting story 1 at some point, by putting more detail and changing it from first person to third-person omniscient.

Do you want more details of my stories?

[amusement-park-date]

It was time to transfer another one of my older fanfics from fanfiction.net to AO3. This one was written in 2018. I've been shipping Clementine and Louis from the moment I first played the final season of Telltale's The Walking Dead. Those two are meant to be.

[redqueenphoenix]

WHY!!!!

Why in the hell that every time I hear this song I think of this gorgeous hunk of manly man! Like lord why!?!?!

[bourbonificould]

The Red Walking Dead Series - Chapter 23: My Humble Abode

Enter the man of many aliases, searching for his own way to find shelter, while Lee, Arthur and the group finish their search for their original goal, but this time with a twist.

[theapocalypseisonlythebeginning]

Bad People or Good People? - Chapter 8: We’re the Good Guys, Clem (Part 3)

☝️beautiful art that I had commissioned by the lovely @estethell for this very story ❤️🖤 thank you again!

chapter summary: New alliances are made. Tyreese doesn't like what Woodbury seems to be, but Kenny is blind to it all. Rick doesn't like what he is turning into, meanwhile Clementine might have finally found a friend in Carl.

previous chapter: We’re the Good Guys, Clem (Part 2)

story masterlist

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Word Count: 2556

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Tyreese wiped away some sweat from his forehead. The sun was scorching hot outside, but this was important work. With the threat of the prison group, Tyreese and some others had been ordered to help Kenny with the fence. The Governor had, apparently, thought Kenny’s suggestions for keeping Woodbury safer ideal, and had given all the supplies necessary almost immediately.

Kenny was slowly inching his way inside the Governor’s inner circle, and Tyreese wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

Glancing to the side, said man was planting a kiss to Sarita’s cheek. He was a stark contrast to the man Tyreese had first met; the man who punched the Governor in the face.

He’d never do anything bad to Sarita though. Everyone knew Kenny would do anything for her and Sarita’s niece. The devotion he had for them made it seem like they’d known each other for years. Yet… apparently, they’d only known each other for two months.

“Here yeh go,” Kenny said. He handed Tyreese a zipped up bag of lunch Sarita had packed for the men working there. As Kenny handed the rest out, Tyreese continued to watch him.

The smile on Kenny’s face seemed fake. It always had. Like he was a politician trying to gain favor with the others. But Kenny was the opposite of a politician, and it all came off as… rather creepy. At least to Tyreese and his sister. No one else seemed to react to it.

“Very nice of her,” Tyreese said quickly.

Stood outside of the walls of Woodbury, taking a break for some nicely packed lunch seemed almost laughable. Yet here they were, pretending Woodbury was such a safe haven that a lunchbreak wasn’t dangerous.

Woodbury just felt… surreal. Sasha had been right about that.

“Where’d you get the idea from?” Tyreese asked, gesturing to the wired fence they were adding. The walls of Woodbury were already safe…

Well, that had been everyone’s hope, until the prison group had infiltrated the place.

“Some farm.” Kenny crouched down beside the small holes they’d drilled through the metal walls earlier. Through them, wires were going to be threaded that were attached to generators inside.

They were creating an electric fence. Difficult to pass, and easy to fry some Walkers that got too close.

“They had it all ‘round their property,” Kenny had continued. Then his face turned sour, an angry look appearing on his face. “They were freaks.”

Tyreese grew silent, watching as Kenny double checked any work that was done. If he’d only seen the idea once, then he was no expert. But the Governor was pretending he was.

The Governor was pretending Kenny was a lot of things lately. It was weird.

Their relationship was weird.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” Kenny simply replied at first. But something dark overtook him suddenly: “Just thinking ‘bout all them things I’ll do to anyone who even dares to come close to Woodbury.”

Those words made Tyreese grow quiet once more. He wanted to trust the people here, but from the deluded civilians who thought life would go on like it did post outbreak, to the completely deranged anger that Kenny showed, to the tightly knit soldiers that spoke in hushed whispers behind Tyreese’s back and into the Governor’s ears…

This place was mental.

As if he could sniff out any type of disloyal or unsure thoughts, the Governor appeared behind Tyreese. “How’s it going?” he asked casually, planting a smile on his face. Walking with his hands behind his back, he glanced with his one eye at Tyreese as he rounded him to approach Kenny.

“Good, sir,” Tyreese was quick to reply, before going back to his work, lunch untouched.

“Just got a few more feet left, then we can start attaching the wires,” Kenny added.

“Good. Good,” the Governor hummed. “This was a great idea. We’ve got to do all we can to keep our enemies out.”

There was a brief pause in the conversation, only Tyreese’s hammering interfering with the silence.

“You say you’d been at the prison, right?” Tyreese glanced up at the Governor’s words. He stood, nodding his head. “And you say they had, what, at the most three strong men to fight?”

Tyreese wordlessly nodded his head. “And a baby, a kid-“

Upon the added information, Kenny had turned his head in surprise - but the Governor had raised a hand to stop Tyreese from talking more.

“Yes, very good. And tell me…” The Governor moved in closer. “Was there a little girl?”

“What?” Tyreese asked.

“Was there a little girl with them? Around ten years old?” the Governor asked.

Shaking his head no, Tyreese’s eyes grew suspicious. But not as suspicious as the Governor’s.

A long pause followed. The Governor moved in closer, invading Tyreese’s personal space. Suddenly, any hint of a fake smile was gone, and Tyreese tensed up as the true Governor showed its face for the first time.

“We’ve got people watchin’ them,” the Governor spoke menacingly quiet.

“Okay.” Tyreese spoke with a hint of a question, unsure what was being referred to.

The Governor suddenly smiled and patted Tyreese’s arm with a strange, forced chuckle. “Kenny,” he said, still staring straight at Tyreese, and staying right there in his personal space. “Do you think the men can finish without you?”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t see why not,” Kenny replied from behind the Governor’s back, seemingly oblivious to the tension.

Only then did the Governor turn and leave Tyreese be. A strangely relieved sigh left him, having been unaware that his chest had tightened so much he hadn’t been able to breathe.

That was weird… right? Did the Governor just threaten him by accusing him of potentially lying? Tyreese and the others were only in there briefly, they hadn’t met everyone… At least, he didn’t think so…

“Walk with me,” the Governor asked, throwing an arm around Kenny’s shoulders before the man could reply. “Who was it you traveled with again…? Lee and Clementine?”

“Yeah.” As they moved further away from Tyreese, he heard less and less of their conversation, but kept staring at them.

“And you came from… Hershel’s farm?”

“Yeah, we did. Was the first place we got to when me and the wife decided to get outta town.”

“Interesting… Tell me more.”

…

Rick steered the car down roads not yet tainted by the lack of maintenance in this new, dark world. He sat back in his seat, relaxed. It was quiet. They had succeeded on a mission. And now the only threat they had to deal with was Woodbury.

All should be well.

But it wasn’t.

Where Daryl had sat earlier was just an empty seat. No one had sat down in the front, both Glenn and Daryl stuffed in the back. No one spoke. No one even looked at each other.

Rick didn’t have to use his police instincts to know that the atmosphere in the car was… his fault.

Both the men, clearly fond of Clementine, were being forced to lie to her. On top of that, they were forced to lie to the rest of the group too. Rick doubted whether Glenn would keep this from Maggie, but beside that, he knew no one else was going to find out.

Not for a while at least, and hopefully never.

He knew Glenn was going to stay true to Rick’s request to keep this quiet. Glenn was in line with Rick’s hatred for Woodbury. They were seeing eye to eye on a lot of things lately.

But Daryl…

Those three bodies and the very obvious evidence of a group leaving, albeit it away from the prison, were all facts that Rick should openly tell his group - especially Clementine.

But…

What good would it do? Clementine might want to follow, meaning some people would leave with her. That would mean leaving the rest even more vulnerable to Woodbury’s threat. And that meant endangering Carl and Judith.

Selfish? Maybe… Or he was just trying to be a good leader.

For the first time in a long time, Rick wasn’t quite sure about Daryl’s loyalty. As he glanced back at the archer, perched awkwardly in the back with knees hitting the front seat uncomfortably, Rick was unsure what to do…

This was not a democracy. There were threats left and right.

But was it right to keep things from others just to keep people safe?

Far down the road, the prison could be seen already. They were almost home, and Daryl called it in through the Walkie Talkie.

But there was something else there.

Something along the road, waiting…

His mind revealed Lori, standing in an innocent white dress, watching him… Judging him for what he had become. For what he was doing. Lori, the woman who whispered in his ear about Shane’s bad intentions; Lori, the woman who loved Rick unconditionally; Lori, the mother to his children.

But she was gone.

And he had but one child.

 But no, he had two.

But…

Lori would have disagreed with Rick’s behavior. Lori did disagree with Rick’s behavior. She hated dictatorships.

The world was not right, she would say, if there are dictatorships ruling over people, lying and manipulating. Thinking only on how to make them do what their leader wanted of them…

Rick was doing just that.

Was he doing it for the right reasons…?

…

“I heard what you told Michonne.”

Much to Clementine’s surprise, Carl was the one stood in the doorway to her cell. She had holed herself up in there since hearing back from Daryl and breaking down to Michonne. Whatever Michonne had told the others about it had apparently made them leave Clementine alone. She wasn’t really complaining about that. The solitude had been great to calm herself down again and to do something to get her mind off it all.

Drawing had been what she had been up to. Just aimlessly scribbling and coloring.

She had been two drawings in by the time Carl had come to her cell.

“Merle said we should leave you alone, but…” He shuffled inside the cell, long brown hair sticking out from his hat in various places and angles.

Surprised, Clementine had perked up from her spot on the floor. “He did? Why?”

“Dunno,” Carl replied with a shrug. Both seemed to be talking about different things; whilst Clementine had been surprised that Merle had asked the others to leave the girl alone, Carl was more confused by why solitude was what people thought Clementine needed.

He shifted to sit down next to Clementine, glancing at the drawings. But his eyes weren’t very interested in her art, shifting to her waist instead: “You get your gun from someone?” he opted to ask instead.

With a nod, Clementine took it out from its holster. Daryl had found that holster for her, even spent some time trying to shorten the strap so it would fit her child waist. She placed the gun in front of her. 

Carl watched it for a while before taking out his own gun, placing it next to hers. “I killed my mom with it.”

It said a lot about this world that Clementine didn’t shift away from Carl in horror at those words.

Silence filled the cell instead.

“I killed Lee with mine,” Clementine whispered.

Two children sat alone in a cell, broken by what had happened to both, forced to do the unthinkable at a despicably young age.

“Sorry,” Carl had said quietly.

“Sorry,” Clementine repeated earnestly.

And suddenly, all of the fiendish feelings that Clementine had gotten from Carl since the beginning was gone. Suddenly, Carl reached over to place a hand on her shoulder - a brotherly gesture that made him look ten times older than he was, ready to protect her from any future horror.

“You’ve got friends in us too,” Carl said, trying his best to be a little supportive concerning the apparent disappearance of Ylva’s group.

Clementine nodded her head, but didn’t offer a smile at his words.

The children tucked their guns away again, before Carl gestured to the drawings. Without words, Clementine had offered Carl a blank piece of paper and some pens, before both simply… began to draw. Sitting next to each other to keep the other one company, they did this in silence for a while.

They had forgotten how nice it was to have someone closer to their own ages to talk to. How nice it was to just… be themselves, to have someone understand how shitty this all was for them.

They’d feel much better in each other’s companies than without from that moment on.

…

“Daryl.” Rick’s voice was a command. Glenn left them alone to find Maggie, or Clementine, whilst Daryl stayed put outside in the scorching sun. Rick shut the car door behind him, then approached Daryl, eyes darting at everything everywhere but at Daryl… until he came to a halt only a few feet away from the man.

Never in his life would Rick invade Daryl’s personal space to make a point. Despite any bad feelings or ill wishes that appeared between the two, Rick knew to give Daryl that space. It was important to Daryl, and Rick didn’t dare ask why - too worried, in all honesty, to hear how bad the reason might be. Daryl was his friend after all. He respected that distance even now.

“I wanna talk ‘bout what just happened.”

Daryl didn’t reply in any other form but a single, strained, nod.

“You know it’s important we keep our focus on the Governor-“

“This why we lyin’?” Daryl interrupted, his eyes narrowing into a glare. “’Bout someone’s friends? How would you feel if we lied ‘bout your family dyin’.”

It was no question. It was a point made. A point that was a touchy subject too.

Rick bit back some unkind words, lips thinning into a straight line, as he looked away. Composing himself, Rick pushed the anger, grief, and sadness away to offer Daryl an understanding nod.

“I know,” was Rick’s reply, spoken through a strained pair of lips. “You think I like lying? You think this is what I wanna do?” Daryl remained quiet, eyes narrowing into slits of mistrust, and Rick took a breath to calm himself. “They’re gone. We have no reason to follow. But we have all the reason to defend against the Governor, who is literally on our doorstep. You get it?”

“Then I go with the girl,” Daryl had quickly replied.

That had been Rick’s fear, and it showed as he was quick to shake his head. “Yer one of my best warriors, Daryl. I can’t lose you.” He paused then added: “We can’t lose you,” for emphasis.

“The tracks’ll be gone if we wait,” Daryl said, biting his lip. His gaze had drifted away from Rick, his head hung low. His voice, too, was quieter.

Rick was getting through to Daryl. “I know…”

“Ye’d have less difficulty leading if ye just spoke the truth,” Daryl snapped. With those words said, Daryl turned and marched off.

But something told Rick that Daryl wasn’t going to tell anyone they’d lied. That despite what he wanted to do, he understood Rick’s reasoning. Still, it didn’t feel right to force a good man to become bad.

[realmofthewd]

Chapter 17 is on the horizon...

A grim revelation awaits our dear survivors in the University of Richmond. Among the festives, lies a darkness yet to be discovered... Chapter 17 will be released soon!

(art by @mint-yogurt !!!

[twdg-and-stuff]

Hey

I’m bored-will anyone see this? Probably not.💀

But I’m posting it anyways!

I decided to Write on Tumblr, there aren’t many TWDG writers on here and I play TWDG and I Write so hey, why not?

I’ll write for The Walking Dead Game (obviously) and I’ll do any season and character (platonic or romantic depending on character and what someone asks for).

But yeah, if no one sees this that’s embarrassing but whatever I’ll give tumblr a try lol

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Another installment of my series “Amazing Rap Skirmishes of Fiction”(based on Epic Rap Battles of History):

Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) vs. Clementine (Telltale’s The Walking Dead)

[terranovathemust]

Here is the third chapter, I hope you like it. It has been pointed out to me that I go a bit slow with the deaths of important people. I simply chose a gradual approach to death, I don't want to take it for granted or even too redundant. Maybe I'm getting the way I approach writing wrong, but I hope you like it anyway. always ready to listen to criticism, ideas, advice, etc… A galactic thank you to those who will read it. ����🔥