#twdg carlos

[vincentore]

this took so long but it was worth it uruggrhdgbb i got inspired by a meme from pinterest

[mashkustal]

pixel art of s1 and s2 characters

[juno-box]

Can you do Luke, Nick, Sarah, and Clem having a group hug? They deserved better.

I can do ya one worse anon!

Cabin Fever 📸

feel free to send me more render ideas over at @iamoriondex, lighting practice is fun asl!

[catastro-ophe]

As requested by @whut-da-brunch , here is the Cabin crew and their LPS pet equivalents!! I’ll be working through the other ones that have been asked, probably post the rest tomorrow :)

[terranovathemust]

I was so close...

[yellowsugarwords]

Have you written anything Lee, Clem, and Sarah? like Lee managed to survive to season 2?

oooo I’ve done a lot of ‘what ifs’ but never one with lee!!! I hope you enjoy, I wanted to play around with the context of this one :)

Surprisingly, Carlos and Lee didn’t mesh at first.

They vaguely respected the other,

Purely because they, too, were raising a child,

But that was the extent of it.

Because of that child, they kept their distance from one another.

It was the only way to ensure Clementine’s safety.

It had to be the way to ensure Sarah’s.

Milling about the ski lodge, Lee always had an eye out,

Glancing cautiously out the windows,

Trying to get a better read of the new members of their group.

“I feel ya,” Kenny said,

Approaching Lee from behind,

And settling a hand on one of his shoulders.

“It’s weird to trust folks these days.”

Lee turned to look at him.

“But these are good people,” Kenny began, “I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” was all Lee said.

Later that evening, Sarita wandered into the living room,

A large box in her arms,

Grinning from ear to ear.

“What’s that?” Clementine used hesitantly,

Going closer to inspect it.

“Christmas decorations,” Sarita said proudly.

From upstairs, Sarah heard the commotion and looked over the railing.

“To decorate our tree. Sound fun?”

Clem smiled, excited to do a nostalgic task again.

“Really?” Sarah said from upstairs.

It caught their attention from downstairs.

“Want to help us?” Sarita asked.

Sarah’s eyes lit up,

And she scurried down the stairs.

As she went, she missed a step,

Almost tumbling down,

Before Lee swooped in and caught her from behind.

“Careful, now,” Lee said,

Carlos watched from the bottom of the steps, hesitant,

Ready to jump in himself.

He calmed down when Lee stepped in,

Thankful,

And giving a small nod to show it.

Lee gave one back.

Gradually, Carlos and Lee seemed to naturally trade off roles.

Carlos would watch over Clementine’s back,

Just like Lee would watch over Sarah’s.

Rough time had passed.

Enough trust was built.

Carlos could never forget the way Lee went out of his way for Sarah,

For everyone.

Once, when a swarm hit the lodge,

With Sarah and Nick outside hauling in firewood.

Lee threw himself between Sarah and a walker,

Slaying it,

Then scooping her up and running inside.

Later that night, Lee tucked the two in,

Smiling, he ensured Sarah had a blanket to her chin.

He pulled Clementine’s up to her nose,

Just the way she liked it,

Then went downstairs.

By the time he got down to the main floor, Carlos cleared his throat,

Looking for his attention.

Lee spotted him at one of the tables,

Two glasses sitting in front of him.

By the time Lee got closer, he could see it was whiskey,

Two glasses,

One in front of Carlos,

One that he slid toward Lee.

“Don’t ask where I found it,” He said with a smirk.

Lee grinned.

“You deserve it.”

Lee could see the genuine appreciation in his eyes,

And took a seat.

They clinked their glasses.

“To Sarah and Clem,” Carlos said.

Lee felt his chest grow warm.

It was  a familiar sensation:

That of family.

“To Sarah and Clem,” Lee repeated.

Then, they both sipped away.

For the rest of the time, maybe it could be this way.

Even if it was temporary, it was worth it.

Purely for moments like this.

━━━━━━ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡   𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[terrak0]

I think the cabin group should’ve been a little more sus and morally dubious, as a treat. There’s little snippets of it in the game, but it’s never looked at too closely:

Alvin apparently killing a man name George during the groups original escape, who was his friend. Sarah asking her dad if he’s going to hurt anyone before Luke reassures her.

Carver even says “you shouldn’t trust them” and then proceeds to never elaborate.

Just the implication that some of the group members were up to some shady shit prior to Clem meeting them.

[the-delta-42]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if the Cabin group found Ericson’s instead of the Ski Lodge?

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Ericson

What if the Cabin group found Ericson’s instead of the Ski Lodge? Prompt Submitted by Worker72 on AO3

Clementine looked at the Cabin as they walked back past it, the group she was with had bumped into another group, headed by Kenny. They told them that they’d encountered a group led by a guy called Carver. So, they ended up back tracking, Kenny suggested that they stay off the paths, so that they would be a bit harder to spot at a distance.

“Y’know, a truck would be good right about now.” Huffed Luke, glancing up at Clementine and Kenny, “How’s the path ahead, Clem?”

“Clear, like a path.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Scowled Nick, getting a sigh from Matthew.

“I hate to be that guy, but can you watch the language?”

“How are you supposed to watch words?” Asked Clementine, looking back at them, “You can’t see words.”

“She’s got a point.” Said Rebecca, getting a small smile from Clementine.

“Besides, I don’t think anyone would want to fuck with us.” Clementine got a swat from Kenny.

“Language.”

“What?” Clementine frowned, “You can swear, why can’t I?”

“Because you’re a little girl.” Said Kenny, looking down at her, “You need to be eighteen before you can swear, smoke, drink and have a boyfriend.”

“But I need to drink.” Said Clementine, “Christa said I’d get dehydrated if I don’t.”

“I meant alcohol.”

“Oh.” Clementine was silent, “Is moonshine alcohol?”

The group came to a sudden stop, with Clementine walking a few feet ahead of them before noticing, “What?”

“Where did you find moonshine?” Demanded Kenny, as Luke frowned.

“Clem, that shed you took us to, where Nick was, what was it?” Asked Luke, giving Nick a suspicious look.

Clementine looked down and mumbled something, as Luke and Kenny slowly turned and looked at Nick.

“You gave her moonshine?”

“You gave a fucking child moonshine?!”

“Clem, was that what you meant by ‘he got drunk’?” Luke looked back at Clementine, who gave a guilty nod, “Right, Nick, gimme the gun.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re immature, now give me the gun.”

Nick looked unhappy about it, but handed Luke his rifle.

E

Clementine tried not to move when she heard someone walking through their camp. If they were here, then it meant that whoever was on watch was either dead or asleep. A shadow stopped over her, then a hand covered her mouth.

“Wake up, don’t make a sound.” A familiar voice whispered in her ear.

Clementine’s eyes widened, before she flipped over, “Christa!”

Christa shushed Clementine, looking around, “Did they hurt you?”

Clementine shook her head, “They’re not the guys that attacked us.”

“How are you sure?” Demanded Christa, “They could be part of a larger group.”

Clementine was prevented from refuting that by Kenny creeping up to them and putting his gun to Christa’s head.

“Kenny, it’s Christa!” Rushed Clementine, making both adults stiffen. Christa slowly turned and looked up at Kenny.

Kenny suddenly scowled and spun in his heel.

“What happened to Luke?” Asked Clementine, making Christa look at her.

“What?”

“The guy on watch, what happened to him?” Pressed Clementine, looking around.

“He walked off.” Said Christa, before they heard Kenny yell.

Everyone suddenly woke up, as Kenny stormed back into the camp and Luke hurried after him, hastily pulling his trousers up.

E

“Okay, push.” Clementine winced at how loud Rebecca was screaming. They had found an old store that, thankfully, was mostly empty of Walkers. Clementine, Christa and Luke dealt with them, there was a Walker that almost got Christa, but Clementine kicked its leg. It was surprisingly effective, Clementine dealt with the other Walkers she came across the same way. There were some working vehicles nearby, so Kenny had roped Luke and Nick into fix up an RV.

Glancing as Christa, Clementine saw the woman staring out into the distance, “Are… are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Clementine looked down and nodded. Christa looked at her, before wrapping and arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, “Get some sleep, Clem.”

E

AJ cooed up at Rebecca, they’d gotten the RV working, even if it was still a bit cramped on space.

“Tell me about this Carver guy.” Said Christa, looking around at them, “Clementine mentioned you were running from him.”

There was a tense silence, before Luke sighed, “Carver was the leader of a group we were in. He was alright, at the start, but then get… I dunno, changed. Started going on about survival of the fittest and all that. He… raped… some people. Pete found out and we split off. He’s been looking for us ever since.”

“Is he likely to follow us?” Asked Christa, as Clementine went up front with Kenny.

“I dunno, maybe.” Shrugged Luke, “We don’t know how far he might go.”

“Is he likely to follow us to Wellington?” Asked Sarita, as Matthew and Sarah played go fish.

“If we can get that far.” Muttered Nick, as Kenny drove around a pile of cars.

E

The RV spluttered to a stop outside an abandoned station. Sighing, Kenny got up, “Welp, that’s the RV busted.”

“Seriously?” Asked Christa, as Carlos checked on Rebecca and AJ, “Did that battery you found die already?”

Kenny shook his head, “Nope, the clutch and radiator. Things I can’t easily or quickly fix.”

“What now?” Asked Luke, as Clementine and Sarah were led out of the RV by Sarita.

“We walk.” Shrugged Kenny, “I mean, what else can we do?”

The rest of the group had just stepped off the RV when an arrow pierced one of the RV’s tyres.

Clementine frowned at the arrow, before she looked at the origin point for it. Spotting something move, Clementine grabbed a hunting knife and bolted towards the trees.

“Clementine!” Luke and Christa took off after her, just as Clementine jumped at something and knocked them to the group. Clementine started punching the person with the bow and didn’t see a chair leg coming towards her head, but Luke grabbing the owner’s wrist stopped them.

Christa wrapped an arm around Clementine’s midsection and hauled her off the person.

“Okay, what the fuck…” Kenny trailed off, before looking at them, “you’re kids.”

The two kids, looking to be a couple years older than Clementine, glared at them.

“What the fuck?” Swore Nick, as Clementine kicked her beating victim in the face.

“Marlon!” Yelled the boy with the chair leg, struggling against Luke’s grip.

“Clementine.” Christa reprimanded Clementine, giving her a look.

E

Clarissa frowned as Marlon and Louis led a group of people into the school. Especially since Marlon had bruises forming on his face.

“What happened?” Demanded Clarissa, striding past Ruby and Brody.

“Your kids shot at us.” Said a man in a flannel shirt, gesturing to a small girl, “And, Clementine’s got a short fuse.”

“I think you can just say she’s short.” Clarissa sent Justin a disapproving look.

Clarissa frowned, before nodding, looking around and freezing at the sight of a woman with a baby, “You’re not raiders.”

“You don’t know that!” Argued Mitch, as Violet joined them.

“What raiders carry a newborn baby?” Asked Clarissa, before looking back at the group, “I suppose some introductions are in order.”

The man in the flannel nodded, introducing himself as Carlos, a doctor, his daughter Sarah, Luke, Nick, Clementine, Alvin, Rebecca and their son Alvin Jr, AJ for short, Christa, Kenny, Sarita, Walter and Matthew.

Luke and Nick were good hunters and trackers, which could help them gather food. Alvin and Kenny were decent mechanics, Sarita, Christa, Rebecca and Matthew were guards/supply runners for their previous groups. Walter was a good cook, something Omar took to be a good thing. Clementine, while a bit abrasive, managed to gel with Minerva and Mitch, with Clementine developing an almost sibling-like bond with the latter. Sarah was an anxiety ridden mess, but Clarissa was set on teaching the girl how to patch people up, asking Ruby to help teach her.

Clarissa bit back a wince as Clementine and Mitch wrestled over Clementine’s hat. Then Clementine let out a gasp and grabbed her left arm, “Fuck.”

Clarissa’s eyebrows shot into her hair as Clementine’s arm started bleeding profusely, “What happened?”

“Clem got bit by a dog a few weeks back,” Explained Luke, “We… mistook it as a Lurker bite. Didn’t immediately treat it. By the time Pete and I managed to convince everyone that she would’ve shown more bite victim signs, she’d broken out, patched herself up and killed a Lurker.”

Clarissa blinked, before rolling Clementine’s sleeve up. Examining it, Clarissa gestured for Ruby to come over.

“What are you doing?” Demanded Kenny, as Ruby crouched down, bringing Sarah with her, next to Clementine.

“Okay, what’s the first thing we do?” Asked Clarissa, having Ruby examine the wound.

“Clean it.” Said Ruby, making Clementine wrench her arm free.

“No.” Clementine tried to scoot away.

Frowning, Clarissa looked at Carlos, “Did she clean it when she stitched herself up?”

Carlos nodded, “Poured the bottle onto it, ended up dropping it.”

Clarissa sighed, “Okay, Clementine, when you cleaned it yourself, you did it wrong. Ruby.”

Ruby reached out and, with surprising gentleness, firmly held Clementine’s injured arm. Clarissa took the peroxide from her pocket and pressed the top of bottle to some cloth, “This is going to sting.”

Clarissa pressed the soaked cloth into the wound.

“Motherfu—”

E

Clementine, sulking, sucked on the lollipop Ms. Martin gave her. Clementine didn’t want to call her Clarissa. She was in the ‘watchtower’ even though she didn’t think a platform with a roof could be called a tower.

“Still sulkin’ about your arm?” Asked Luke, dropping down next to her.

“No.” Lied Clementine, “She took my gun.”

“She didn’t want to aggravate your arm while it healed.” Said Luke, looking around, “Kenny, Nick, Christa and me are gonna clear out some of the infested areas, so everything has a set place.”

Clementine nodded, rolling the sweet over her tongue, “Is that dog still there?”

Luke looked down, “Nope, looks like Rosie’s gone.”

Clementine let out a sigh, before looking at Luke, “Can I have a gun?”

“No.”

“Hmph.” Clementine glared out into the forest.

E

“You know,” Luke looked up at Nick, “I think Carver’s given up on us.”

Luke rolled his eyes and went back to skinning the animal, they managed to find one that didn’t have bite marks on it roaming around, and with the long-life food in the canteen and fully stocked pantry, they had enough to last them a while, even if they weren’t rationing it out.

They heard some unsteady notes being played on the piano, as well as Minerva singing to someone. In the music room, Clementine tried not to wince as Louis clumsily pressed the piano keys. Louis looked nervous, wilting slightly when Justin scoffed at him.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Sneered Justin, “You fucking suck.”

“Then why don’t you play?” Asked Clementine, flatly, “If you think you can do better, prove it.”

Justin sneered at her, only for Marlon to clear his throat, “Justin, she fights dirty.”

Justin huffed, while a girl, Erin, started laughing, “Ooh, Justin got told.”

Justin just scowled and glared at Clementine.

E

Everything was hectic. The adults were having them gather in the dorms, AJ being left with Clementine and Sarah, some of Carver’s people had turned up at the gate. Two of the people, a girl a couple years older than Clementine and a boy the same age, Becca and Gill, was put with them. Clementine, after making sure AJ was safe, snuck out of the dorms.

Kenny didn’t know what to think of Vince and his group, Vince brought weapons with him, Kenny adjusted the scope on his rifle, keeping an eye out for anyone else coming for them. Meanwhile, Vince had Russell, Wyatt, Shel and Mike guard all the entrances into the grounds. Jane, Bonnie, Randy and Patricia were with Luke and Nick. Carlos and some others were set up in an office, in case they had any serious injuries.

“So,” Vince looked at Jane, “what’s the plan?”

“We fight.” Shrugged Vince, “What else can we do?”

E

Carver arrived, with another group, smaller than theirs. They’d received few injuries, Luke, Nick and Mike were shot, Rebecca was stabbed, Alvin and Matthew had been killed, and some of the kids, including Clementine and AJ, were taken.

“We gotta find ‘em.” Said Kenny, waving Carlos away from his destroyed eye, “That woman he was with, her name’s Lilly. She’s crazy.”

“What’s the point?” Scoffed Jane, “Getting them back would be a waste of time.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Snarled Rebecca, glaring at Jane.

“We don’t know where they’re being kept, we don’t know if they’re being kept alive, and we don’t know how we’ll get them back.” Listed Jane, “Just cut them loose.”

Jane seemed unbothered by the combined glares of the group.

“Anyway,” Vince got their attention, “we need to plan this out, we can’t just charge in there, guns blazing.”

E

Clementine glared up at Lilly, she’d hoped that they wouldn’t meet again, but now they were standing on opposite sides of a cage. Lilly, obviously seeing that trying to appeal to Clementine was getting her nowhere, decided to speak, “Where’s Lee?”

Clementine froze, as Lilly continued to speak, “I mean, you were practically glued to him at the Motel. What happened? Did he and Kenny fall out? Did he get shot?” Lilly gave Clementine a smirk, “Did you get him killed?”

Clementine stiffened up and swallowed.

“Oh,” Lilly’s smirk widened, “did you get him bit? Let me guess, where was it? His arm? I’m assuming he bled to death.” Lilly’s smirk turned into a malicious grin, “How many people have you gotten killed, Clementine?”

Clementine tried to speak, but found she was unable to.

“Ben’s not with you, so you must’ve gotten him killed too, the same goes for Katjaa and Duck.” Lilly continued to talk, “I wonder how Kenny put up with you. Walking bad luck, I guess that’s what you are.”

“Y-you’re wrong.” Choked Clementine, making Lilly scoff.

“What?” Sneered Lilly, “Trying to deny murdering people?”

“You murdered Carley.”

Lilly scowled, before an unpleasant smirk formed on her face, “I wonder what she’s say about you now, huh? Maybe you think you're some tough bitch? Like nothing can hurt you, but you're just a scared little girl. Maybe that’s what she’d think of you. Maybe that’s what you know about yourself.”

Clementine felt her throat grow tight, before Lilly gave her a final smirk and sauntered away. Clementine unconsciously backed into the wall of her cell and slid down on it until she was sitting on the floor.

“Clementine?” Minerva tried to get Clementine’s attention, “Clem!”

“Who’s Lee?” Asked Violet, “To you, I mean.”

“H-he,” Clementine’s voice was thick, “He looked after me when it started. L-lilly’s right, I-I did get him killed.”

“Did he blame you for it?” Asked Violet, as Clementine slowly regained composure.

“N-no, he didn’t.”

“Then you shouldn’t blame yourself.” Shrugged Violet, “Lilly’s words don’t mean anything.”

Clementine swallowed and nodded, “R-right. We need to get out of here.”

“Why don’t we just wait for them to get us?” Asked Becca, sitting up.

“Because they don’t know where we are.” Stated Aasim, “Then there’s AJ, wherever that Carver guy took him.”

Clementine, frowning at the gate. Walking up to it, she pulled on it and pushed it. The gate swung open, as the others all pushed on their gates.

“All of them were unlocked.” Said Minerva, dumbly.

E

Kenny brought Chairles down on Carver’s head, “Where.The.Fuck.Are.They?!”

Carver just laughed at him, before Kenny broke through his skull and killed him. Kenny snarled, “Fucker.”

Meanwhile, Clementine, having sent Aasim, Violet, Minerva and Becca off, looked for AJ. Finding a gun and a ton of bullets, Clementine snuck around. Spotting a man walking around, Clementine steeled herself and imagined him as a Walker. The man was dead in an instant. Clementine continued to pretend the people were Walkers, until she finally found AJ, with Lilly standing beside him.

Lilly looked up and froze as the sight of Clementine, “Clementine? How’d you get out?”

“The doors were unlocked.” Said Clementine, “I thought about what you said.”

Lilly’s face curled into a sneer, “Oh?”

“You’re wrong.” Stated Clementine, “We went to Savannah, I let myself be convinced that my parents were still alive. They weren’t. But, I’ve moved past that, I’ve made my peace with it. But you, your dad was already dead and you had the gall to call Lee and Kenny monsters.”

“He could’ve been saved.”

“His heart stopped and he wasn’t breathing!” Yelled Clementine, “He was dead, and your stupidity almost got us locked in a meat locker with a Walker. He had to be put down. But Carley, we were on the side of the road, and you shot her. You fucking shot her because she wasn’t scared of you. And neither am I, not anymore.”

“Clementine, don’t do something you’ll regret.” Clementine thought she heard a nervous twinge in Lilly’s voice.

“I won’t.” Said Clementine, before squeezing the trigger.

E

“This way.” Said Aasim, as they ran up to the school’s gates, “Guys!”

The gates swung open, and Shel rushed out and grabbed Becca, “Oh, thank god.”

Luke frowned, “Where’re Clem and AJ?”

“She went looking for him.” Answered Aasim, “They were keeping us in some train cars.”

Kenny looked down at them, before nodding. He hadn’t gotten two feet away, when they saw a massive herd of Walkers.

“Shit,” Cursed Luke, “Everyone, inside. Now.”

Kenny, reluctantly, followed them back into the school. Looking around, Kenny swallowed, before moving over to a couch. He sat down, with Sarita joining him.

“She’ll be fine, Ken.” Whispered Sarita, “She’s a survivor, like you said.”

Kenny let out a shallow sigh, wincing as he ran a hand down his face, “I can’t lose her, not again.”

Sarita sighed, giving him a gentle kiss, “She’ll be fine, she’s smart.”

On top of the watchtower, Nick spotted something amongst the Walkers. It appeared to be another Walker, but it was wearing Clementine’s hat, and it was hunched over, like it was shielding something. Freezing as he caught sight of the Walker’s face. Clementine looked gaunt and sickly, something happened to her left leg, and she was limping through the Walkers. Nick realised, with a sudden jolt, that Clementine was holding AJ.

“Guys!” Yelled Nick, looking down, “Clem’s back, and she’s hurt.”

Kenny, hearing this, got up and rushed to the gate, his eye landing on Clementine. As soon as she was close enough, Kenny pulled the gate opened and pulled Clementine inside.

“Clem,” Gasped Luke, looking at her, “What happened?”

Clementine was covered head to toe in Walker blood and guts, Kenny crouched down and looked at Clementine’s face, freezing when he saw Clementine crying.

“I-I had to.” Choked Clementine, “I had to.”

Luke stiffening, snatched AJ from her and checked him over, “He’s fine.”

“Clem,” Asked Kenny, “What did you have to do?”

“I-I had to kill Lilly.” Choked Clementine, “She, she would’ve come after us.”

Kenny sighed, “Thank god you’re safe.”

Clementine looked down, before pulling her left trouser leg up, revealing a crescent shaped bite mark on her leg.

“No.” Said Kenny, shaking his head, “No!”

“Kenny?” Clementine’s voice was small, “I don’t feel good.”

Clementine pitched forwards, making Kenny catch her.

“Infirmary. Now.” Ordered Clarissa, directing Kenny to her ‘new-ish’ work station. Quickly clearing a table, Clarissa started to tourniquet Clementine’s leg. Kenny was ushered out by Carlos, losing sight of Clementine when the door shut.

E

Kenny silently worked on the school bus Louis had found. Glancing back at the graves, Kenny spotted Mitch putting Clementine’s hat on one of the graves. Swallowing, Kenny went back to working on the bus.

“Kenny?” Christa’s voice reached his ears, “You alright?”

“Me?” Kenny let out a scoff, “I’m fucking fantastic.”

Christa gave Kenny a half-hearted glare, before looking around, “Still thinking of going to Wellington?”

“Nope.” Answered Kenny, “I mean, we basically got what we were looking for here. It’s nice, hearing kids again.”

Christa let out a sigh, “Do you think Lee’s looking down at us?”

“I hope not,” Chuckled Kenny, “I’ve done some things that I’d prefer remain private.”

Christa sighed, “I hope Rebecca recovers soon, AJ is a nightmare.”

“Nah, he just knows who he likes.” Dismissed Kenny, stepping away from the bus, “I think I’ll call it a day with this.”

Christa nodded, “Yeah, Walter and Omar have finished dinner.”

“That’s nice.” Said Kenny, “Who’s taking the soup up?”

“Brody’s already volunteered herself.” Shrugged Christa, “They’ve saved you a seat.”

Kenny nodded, spotting a couple of crutches resting against the table, and not too far away was Clementine, laughing at something Louis said.

Ericson might not be Wellington, but it had everything they needed.

Next Story: What if AJ wasn’t at McCarroll Ranch?

[clemster]

hey dee! let me think hmmm

not using a character more than once, pick 1 character from the groups in each season to create

the best group the worst group a group of your favs

STOP THIS IS GONNA BE SO HARD

hmmm let’s see

best group: lee, luke, jesus, violet

worst group: larry, carlos, david, abel

group of faves: clem, alvin, javi, louis

[clementinesmustyhat]

today’s doodles, sarah and pre-apocalypse jane!! oh and carlos is there too

[thecrusadercomrade]

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).

Read on AO3!

Read from the beginning!

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

Rmb that part in S2 where they were all in the truck and they all started to refer Carver as Bill, as in a first name basis

Kenny pointed it out too, i still dunno why they suddenly changed to Bill

[voltstone]

scav·eng·er | TWDG Retelling | 3

WINTER'S BITE

she starts to slip away. feels numb.

[2,274] [May.04.2024]

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I've been figuring out how to pace this fic, and there will be 21 parts. (…or more.) However, I will post the story in full on Tumblr. Cuz turns out, the total character limit is 4 million?? Which. I don't need that much. Lol.

Anyway, hope you enjoy.

:)

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“Christa. Talk to me.”

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Rain to sleet, then ice, then snow.

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That's what she tells her, with the hunt—rabbit—over a smoldering fire that's more smoke than it is flame.

It's nights like these where Christa sinks down into the same spiral, and Clementine can't help but to join her. This is habit for them. It’s a cliffside to slip over. Christa sinks the more it rains, or whenever a promising meal decides to revoke that promise. She catches Clementine when her eyes stray often, to another…viable meal. Except that meal would likely kill Christa. She can’t have it. Will never have it. It is sin. Utterly depraved.

And it is, already, a deep scar in Clementine’s psyche, a disfigurement in her morality. 

Together, they’ve gone past not knowing. They know. They do, from the way she’s found normalcy in this, down to the cravings. Some walkers are a means to warm her tongue. Others are to claw down her throat. Many are sour in taste as much as smell; they’re the most palatable. Then there’s the few, where the citrus is a twinge, and the iron is all she cared for.

She’s degenerate. Christa isn’t much better for what she’s done. 

So Clementine waits with her. In the rain. In front of a meal that’s too close to revoke itself for either or their liking.

The night blooms a dark cloud. Winter’s breath bathes down her neck.

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As they begin to encroach upon the winter months, the habit finds them with terrifying ease.

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Clementine finds a cliff. There's only water after that. It pulls her under before she's thrashing, because she was right… In the year before, Clementine was right.

Her body fights the current. Tries to, anyway. Hurling herself off an edge, down onto concrete, would've done her better.

. . .

THE CRAVING DID NOT LEAVE

. . .

There is a cabin in the woods.

A man named Pete, then another named Luke, bring her there.

Her mind staggers. Christa's name alone is a thorned reminder of last night and its dismal downpour. Her memory, it scathes her. So Clementine doesn't ask. She doesn't bother telling the men about her.

Then there's the dog bite on Clementine’s arm.

It hurts like a bitch. Will probably scar like one too.

.

Somewhere in a staggering haze, Clementine falls. She still smells the earth when she wakes, minutes later.

In the split moment before her eyes crack open, anyway, because she's surrounded, and there's a rifle looming dead center between those eyes of hers.

.

The walker in her wants it to fire, and for her to feel the ground again. Or, well, the fall back to it, if not the ground itself.

The human in her doesn't want that. Not at all. She wants to breathe.

.

The scavenger can't decide. It's a confused smear between the two, and before she has the chance to fit the gun in her mouth or snap at any of them to point the thing away…

It fires.

Just past her arm. And the world blears. Their voices don't stop shrilling, and the wind doesn't cease its sharp whisper—not until well into the argument. Doctor included, because there's a doctor, and Clementine loathes the subtle shade of alcohol—medical—that reeks off his hands.

.

"With a bite like that…, could be anything."

.

Her head lobs the longest eye-roll. Because, sure, while the dog stripped her arm the same way she's ravaged bodies before, Clementine has a bite to compare. At her shoulder, so this doctor of theirs has some reference.

.

She doesn't show it, though. The bite.

Because there's a doubt, and it screams that these people…, they wouldn't care how aged the bite is.

So Clementine finds herself locked in their stupid shed for the night, with a throbbing arm. Which still hurts like a bitch, even if she's half-dead, half-alive, or something another.

.

It doesn't take long before she decides to claw her way out. Her scavenger's strength reels from her hands—a strength, which, she discovered in time, behind Christa's back. As a mild, silent exploration. And it rattles to mind. Cauterizes Clementine, almost, in its ferocity. She thinks to the few logs she’s turned over. Other feats as well where her body burned, and it burned hot, before the world gave way. So her teeth bare, and her hands burn. She's able to break the board and drywall holding the shed's gashed hole together. It only takes a few tugs, a sturdy leg against the wall, and then a line of sweat.

Thereafter, Clementine slinks off into the night.

She ducks away from the windows, and finds another gash in a wall—this time around, to the cabin's crawlspace. Despite what she'd figure, it's this where Clementine regrets not tearing the shed apart for an actual tool, or anything like that, to work the nails out. Her strength does all it needs to. This drywall comes apart easily.

A hammer would've helped her avoid the splinters, though. And, perhaps, the gouge her fragile knife left behind too. The trapdoor and its lock are not kind to her.

The cuts are nagging as she roams the cabin for a needle, then bandages, and—despite herself—the reeking alcohol.

.

"You're not supposed to be in here. "I'm not supposed to talk to you. My dad can't know."

.

By the time she returns to the shed, it's after making a new friend.

Clementine hopes so, anyway.

It's the one thing that prevails louder than the waking famine in her stomach.

.

"I'll help you."

. "I'm Sarah." "I'm Clementine."

.

Her arm is mangled together by lousy stitchwork, but she is an unsupervised child, and her arm was frayed open, so Clementine thinks it good enough.

Peace doesn't last for long. She can't find a rhythm to it—the silent harmony she'd be wrapping the wound to—, because she drops the bandages in her haste, and there to greet her is a decayed arm sprung from the gash in the wall.

A walker.

Relatively fresh. Angry too.

She finds a way to bludgeon it. Not before she's slung against another wall, and the lone shelf topples over its head. Glass shatters. Clementine hears it bite into her shoes, though none of it breaks through. None of it teethes into her heel.

And she finds the hammer with splintered hands. The gouge is restless down the handle.

Clementine nails the walker, and makes sure to tunnel a hole deep in its head.

Before its chest.

Down to its beltline.

.

Famine flares up her throat. It gnashes a gluttony down her tongue.

The blood the walker leaks isn't as dark as it could be. There's still red to it. The body itself isn't warm, and she avoids where the rain sopped its way through. Because the man he once was died with an array of bullets spat across his chest, and she doesn't want to bite one for herself after all—not quite yet.

.

It's the first body where Clementine isn't overrun by anguish.

There is only satiation. She doesn't think to cry.

.

A door does close, in the distance.

.

"I'm just— I'm just checking, okay?! It doesn't hurt to check!"

.

Clementine freezes mid-bite.

Panic strikes her. She knows there's the blood on her hands, and every puncture her teeth has left behind along the body.

Her first instinct is wipe her mouth clean. And as their strides plunder across the clearing, Clementine stumbles back. Far from the body. She keeps the hammer tight in her hands, just in case one of them—any of them—realize what she is, what she's done, and knows the dark smudge on her sleeve, it's what cleansed her mouth.

.

The doors open.

All they see is a girl trembling in the corner, with the walker collapsed at the center of it all. Her arm has been tended to, yes. She must have wiped her mouth clean enough—none notice.

Guilt pales them in the face for leaving her like this. (Beneath her skin, Clementine teems to dive back to her meal.) A poor little girl who was just mauled by a dog. Left out in the rain, no less. (She does wonder if her hunger extends to dead animals as well.) And all they did was barricade her in here. All responsible-like, or something.

(She doesn’t really care. They’ve only proven Christa’s spiral right. There is no one left. Trust calls itself a snare, yet it bites like steel-jaw.)

.

"I'm still. Not. Bitten. I never was."

.

The bite on Clementine shoulder has made a liar of her.

…but also, technically not.

Clementine has decided it’s a language thing. A semantic issue. And not her problem, except for when it is.

.

She ignores when they begin to fume over the stitches. She's simply too exhausted to really bother.

Luke does offer her a meal. He asks if she's hungry.

And Clementine is, in arguably the worst way. However, she wonders about what meal he has.

.

The curiosity is enough to follow him to the kitchen.

Where the doctor berates. Because her friend is his daughter. Sarah. And she’s…different. Somehow. Even though she’s inherited the same long face, and the same hair, and eyes, Sarah is different, she’s one ordeal away before she ceases to function, and now it’s Clementine’s problem, and all it took was asking for a stupid bottle of alcohol to stop herself from keeling over.

Even though the girl was reading about trans-dimensional body-snatchers when Clementine met her—whatever those are—, while she’s only read about unicorns with a crisis solved in ten pages.

And she’s the cannibal. So checkmate, Carlos.

.

…Clementine bites her tongue. He sees the frenetic storm within her. It brews a bleaker agony, and it’s all down the fine line between that tongue’s wit and her mind’s hemorrhage. 

He doesn’t ask. Leaves her instead to in Luke’s company, which is also meek—more guilt-ridden than it is a daughter’s passivity.

.

That second dinner's served in a nice, warm bowl. Clementine doesn't take much to conversation. She only knows food, and the stew finds its place with the gore she's already swallowed.

And so she sleeps that night, rather comfortably. Feeding both the human and the walker is a miracle to the scavenger.

Clementine thinks she ought to do it more often.

.

In the morning, she rises early in the promise there will be more. Fish. Down by the same river, to which she finds herself mulling over rather excitedly, and with those drawls of thought are…walkers. Whether Clementine could find the time to slip away, into the woods.

Pete leads the way to the river. Nick sulks ahead.

She listens idly to Pete and his anecdotes about hunting, and cowardice, the humility between. There’s a humanity too there, somewhere. 

Her nose begins to guide her best, however, because she smells the walkers, and the bodies, long before Nick sees them, long before he calls for his uncle.

.

There are many bodies.

Too many to keep track, and one of them—a walker—finds Pete. Bites him.

.

Clementine helps.

Doesn't know why, but also does. It's a conflation between compassion and a cruel inquisitivity.

Nick is left to scramble for his own veil of refuge, and she's led again by Pete, blindly in the other direction.

.

They find an abandoned truck. It smells stale, and there’s an itch down her nose which scathes her, in her throat, when she tries to swallow clean air. Pete tries to do the same. That may be the panic, however, or the denial.

The human does everything she can to help again, from handing over a saw, and water, to mere conversation.

The walker waits. Doesn’t sleep. 

Pete begins to smell like them. That citrus. It's ripe. He would be warm. Very, very warm. Better than what she just had in the night prior, and knowing that has her deliberate. Almost…hope the man succumbs.

.

"I'm scared, Clementine… "Jesus, I'm scared."

.

One half of her croons with him. The other half doesn't know what to say. It's just hungry again.

It always is. There's no… There's no cease.

Clementine doesn't know if there ever would be, even if there's a friendly face dying before her eyes. Just as there is now.

.

She wonders had Lee died after this hunger found her, what she would've done.

If Clementine would've left him to turn, and… A-And just—

.

No.

.

She— She wouldn't have. Never. The human screams so. It writhes in her heart. It’s blindsided.

.

Yet when Pete tells her to run, she does. For the worst reason.

Clementine doesn't want that side of her to prove her wrong.

When Pete tells her to run, she can't really believe she wouldn't have, so she doesn't risk the chance.

.

Clementine wishes Nick had just shot her with the damn rifle.

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[obamaonaunicorn]

The cabin was peaceful and mostly silent, with the only sounds being the light strumming of a guitar, and the sound of Luke's paintbrush as it glided across the canvas, occasionally leaving little paint droplets in it's wake. (Name) was sitting down, strumming a series of chords on their guitar, trying to come up with a new tune to play, and Sarah was curled up on a sofa with a her nose buried in a book, completely ignoring everything going on around her.

Nick laid flat on the carpet, casually flipping through a magazine he had found earlier, occasionally commenting on Luke's painting. And Carlos, Alvin and Rebecca were quietly talking in another room.

It was peaceful, and even if for a moment, it seemed that everyone forgot about the horrors that were just beyond the walls of the cabin that they had come to call home.

As the sound from the guitar came to an end, Luke set down his paintbrush and turned to (Name).

"Wow, that was really beautiful," He said with a smile.

"It was. You should play more often," Sarah chimed in, looking up from her book.

"Encore!" Nick teased, a hint of laughter in his voice.

(Name) laughed and continued playing, with the others resuming their normal activities, everyone seemingly lost in thought.

Alvin, who had been sitting at the kitchen table with Carlos and Rebecca made his way to Luke's canvas and studied it, a small smile on his face.

"That's looking really great," He said. "I love the way that the reds and the browns blend together."

"Thanks, Alvin. I wanted to make it obvious that this painting takes place during autumn."

As (Name) finished their second song, Carlos walked into the room.

"It's good that you're playing an instrument. It's a good distraction in times like these," He said, sitting on the sofa next to his daughter.

"Yeah, it is," Nick chimed in, placing the magazine on the floor next to him. "But any hobby is a good way to kill time these days."

"Do you mind if I borrow that guitar sometime? There's a few songs that I'd love to play on the guitar again," Luke added, turning his attention to the people around him.

"Luke, you play?" Sarah asked, looking directly up from her book for the first time in ages.

"Yeah. Well, I used to," he said, placing the paintbrush inside a small cup.

"Sure you can borrow it," (Name) said. "Hell, why don't you play something right now?"

"Right now?" He asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Why not?" (Name) responded.

"It's because he's scared of playing the guitar," Nick commented, his voice filled with mischief.

"Oooooh," Sarah added, not looking up from her novel. "Luke's a scaredy-cat."

Luke scoffed, his hands at his sides. "Alright, I'll play now," he said, glaring at Sarah and Nick.

Sarah giggled and extended her hand towards Nick, and he did the same, giving her a high five at the expense of their friend.

(Name) handed Luke the guitar, and he began to play. It was a slow, melancholy tune, and the notes flowed effortlessly from his fingers. The group listened in silence, captivated by the music. One the music was over, Nick whistled, and Luke bowed like someone would do after a concert.

"Thanks for letting me borrow it. Felt nice to play one of these things again," Luke said, handing back (Name)'s guitar.

"You two should play together sometime," Sarah mentioned, her eyes still glued to the pages of her book.

"Yeah. It'd be nice to have more afternoons like these," Nick added.

"I fully agree," Rebecca said, finally making her way to the room and sitting next to Nick.

As everyone went back to doing their activities, a sense of calm seemingly washed over the whole group. Once again, the cabin was filled with the sound of light guitar strumming and the movement of a paint brush, occasionally interrupted by the quiet voices of certain people. And for just a little while, everyone could forget about the dangers that lurked outside, and just be in the moment, enjoying each other's company and the simple pleasures of life.

Hope you enjoyed! This was my first fanfic from twdg, and I loved writing it :)

[juno-box]

And if I spread the theory that Carlos knew damn well that was not a walker bite because they just had a bite victim in their crew not that long ago at all, and intentionally played it like her injury was too vague to diagnose just to spare resources and protect Sarah-

dumbass Carlos, doctor my ass because how in tarnation did this man not know the difference between a dog bite and a walker bite like WHAT??

I mean I get it there was a lot of blood and the people around you were constantly pressuring you and asking 'so what's your verdict??' but GODDAMN was it so hard to tell the difference??

for reference, human jaw:

round jaw. blunt teeth. much more prone to leaving marks than actually tearing into flesh like how Clementine's dog bite is shown (especially considering how decayed the walker is and the state of its jaw)

For more reference, here's a canine jaw.

Canines and incisors to tear skin and flesh. Sharp teeth pierces through skin easier. Boom. Explains the incisions and jagged edges of Clem's wound that would not make sense if it was a walker bite. Human jaws tend to leave circular marks too, like in S4 when Clem got bitten. Didn't make sense for a walker to have made a bite that was jagged and runs along the length of Clem's arm.

so tl;dr Carlos sucks at identifying bite marks. Actually, everyone in that S2 group does.

[yellowsugarwords]

Hi! I was the one who requested the Twdg cabin group love confession request and I wanted to say thank you so much for doing my request! I absolutely loved it, I really love the cabin group so it makes me really happy to see someone writing for them 💜

If you don’t mind me asking for another request, could I request some scenarios of the cabin group reacting to their S/O being kidnapped by Carver? Like a scenario similar to what happened in episode 2 where the S/O gets taken by Carver while they’re watching Sarah, and when the group returns back to the cabin Sarah tells them all what happened? (Or something similar to this, doesn’t have to be this exact scenario if you’d like to change it up)

I hope I worded this in a way where it’s not too confusing or anything lol

OOOOOH BOYYYYYY the angst is real here. Ima go with that: when they return and Sarah has to fill them in.

Luke: Luke could feel his heart sink - more so crash - into his stomach. He almost felt as though his legs were going to go weak. “What do you mean ‘took them’?” He asked, voice strained yet soft. Luke turned, staring out the still ajar front door, staring into the trees, wondering where on earth they could be out there. Were they scared? Terrified? Cold? Soaked to the bone? Were they lonely? With Carver, any of those things - or even worse, all of those things -  could be true. He felt his knuckles clench and his jaw tighten. “Grab your gun.” He scoffed under his breath. It was raspy and hoarse. “What?” “Luke, you can’t--” “I said,” Luke said, snapping around and cutting Carlos off. His hands had been ruffling through his hair, causing it to be stressed in every which way. He held out a hand - it was shaking - and sighed. He tried composing himself. “I said grab your gun.” He paused between each word. “There’s no damn way I’m about to let Carver take Y/N. Hell no.” Luke seldom became this aggressive. The group knew, as he stormed up the stairs to pack a bag for the trek, that he was dead serious.

Nick: Nick felt the chaos surrounding him, and someone he was numb to it, and feeling it, all at the same time. “No,” was all he could say, staring out of the ajar door, into the woods. “That fucking asshole.” he cursed under his breath, his fists tightening and his gaze averting to the ground. If he was able to get his hands on him, he would rip him to shreds. “We have to go.” “Nick,” Luke said, voice defeated and pained. He knew Luke was pitying him, and he hated it. “We need to think carefully about this,” “We can’t just let them stay there!” Nick countered. Luke’s shoulders deflated, seeing the agony in Nick’s eyes. “Who knows what they’re doing to them right now. And while that happens we just,” he waved his arms frantically, needing to release some of his anxious energy. “Stay here? Until he comes back?” Nick scoffed and shook his head. “No.” He stormed out of the front door, snagging Pete’s gun off of the front porch, and starting away. He could hear the yells and scolds behind him, but kept going. Not long after, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and there stood Luke. “We’re not letting you do this alone.” Behind him stood the rest of the group, bags packed and hiking on their way. Nick nodded, unable to smile, too focused on saving Y/N.

Pete: Pete didn’t say anything, he stood silently as the others asked questions. He couldn’t bring himself to speak or move. All he could think was ‘how could he?’ He wasn’t surprised Carver would stoop to such a level. He was just furious. Without a word, he grabbed his gun from by the front door and started outside. “Pete?” “Pete, stop!” He could hear the group calling after him, asking where he was going. Before he knew it, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. “I’m going.” He was firm when he flipped around, spitting the phase into Nick’s phase. Nick didn’t react at first, just nodded. “That’s why we’re coming with you.” Behind him, Pete spotted the others slowly gathering their things, trying to prep. He said nothing, but he could feel the love swell in his chest. “I’ll get ahead.” And with that, Pete started off.

Carlos: Carlos’ heart flipped, going weightless for a brief moment, as if he was having an out of body experience. “What?” He leaned in, as though he was having trouble hearing. In reality, he just wanted to deny that he’d heard anything at all. “He took them.” Sarah said again, voice trembling more this time. Carlos attempted to comfort her as best he could, but he felt numb. Every fibre, and every inch. Sarah drew close, clinging to his jacket and crying. He placed a weak hand on her back, his gaze drifting out the door, mind in a million places other than the cabin living room. He gulped hard, trying to force back the pain, but he knew everyone was staring at him. They could tell. Pete placed a hand on his shoulder “We’re going after them, alright?” he said softly, hoping to encourage him without further panicking Sarah. “This isn’t over. We won’t let it be.” Carlos could feel a tear escape, but just nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the crushing pain.

Rebecca: Rebecca could feel herself ready to faint. Just as she could feel her knees start to give way, Carlos and Luke grabbed her, steadying her upright once again. “You can’t be serious,” she said weekly, voice threatening to break. She couldn’t tell if she was angry, devastated, grieving, or all of the above, crashing into her head all at once. “We can’t let him.” She urged, standing upright, attempting to regain her stability. “We can’t let Carver win again.” She could feel tears clambering up in the back of her throat. “Not like this. Not with Y/N!” Her voice broke more and more with every word. Luke tried to keep her steady, hoping she would remain as calm as possible. Rebecca finally lost her grip, fell to her knees, and sobbed. It was certain death to go after them, but definite torture if she didn’t. She couldn’t win. Every fibre of her being ached.

Alvin: Alvin could feel his stomach tighten and his fists clench. “No way,” was all he could manage to force out. “Alvin,” Carlos said lowly, “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” Alvin spat back, turning around. “I’m bringing them back,.” “What?” Luke asked, stunned. “You can’t do it alone.” “Then join me.” Alvin seldom ever spoke this directly. He seldom ever spoke so intensely that you could hear the gruff in his vocal chords. He was livid. He was fuming. Luke relaxed his shoulders, watching as Alvin stormed deeper into the brush. “If you’re coming, pack your stuff.” He said, darting after Alvin. “I can’t lose them, Luke.” He said, so quietly Luke almost wasn’t able to hear. “I can’t.” Luke said nothing, just walked silently beside him and nodded. Alvin had the floor. Alvin made the rules. And when Alvin was angry, no one should ever dare cross him.

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