#twdg carlos

[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!

[vincentore]

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

[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 Carver attacked Clementine at the Cabin?

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Bruised

What if Carver attacked Clementine at the cabin? (TW: Violence against a child)

Carver looked down at the girl, knowing that she was playing dumb with him, “How about I make you a deal.”

“What?” Said the girl, shortly.

“You tell me where my people are, and I’ll leave you here unharmed.”

“I don’t kno—” The girl was knocked to the floor by Carver’s backhand.

“Where are they?”

“I don’t know who you’re—” He grabbed her collar and slammed her against the wall, making her hat come off.

“Where the fuck are they?” Thundered Carver, before tossing the girl down the stairs and stomping down after her, leaving Sarah cowering under the bed as she listened to Carver beating Clementine.

Clementine grunted as she skidded over the counter, desperately trying to get back on her feet, as she ran through the basic self-defence Christa had taught her. The man, Clementine assumed he was this Carver she heard mentioned, grabbed her arm and twisted it until it made a cracking-pop, producing a scream from Clementine.

“Where are they?!”

“Fuc-” Carver back handed her, before landing several punches on her face, chest and abdomen. Clementine didn’t have a chance to react as Carver picked her up and threw her out of a window, the glass cutting into her back as she went through it.

Carver stormed outside, before he started punching, kicking and throwing Clementine, the girl letting out a pained scream when her broke her other arm and crushed her fingers into the ground. He grabbed her and slammed her into the porch of the cabin.

“This is your last chance to tell me where my fucking people are, before I turn your head into a pulp.” Snarled Carver, holding Clementine up by her throat.

“Go,” Rasped Clementine, deciding to channel her inner Kenny, “Fuck yourself.”

Carver snarled, before slamming her back against the porch, dropped and back handed her until she hit the deck and didn’t get up. Carver sneered, he was certain that she was dead and decided to leave her to turn.

B

Sarah slowly crawled out from her hiding space and nervously made her way down the stairs. It’d been a while since Carver was there and it was quiet. The entire house was destroyed, Sarah shivered at the sight of blood covering the surfaces and the broken window in the kitchen. She nervously opened the door and froze when she saw Clementine, coughing as she tried to crawl into the cabin.

Sarah quickly grabbed Clementine and dragged her back into the cabin, the younger girl whimpering slightly as Sarah moved her. After getting Clementine into a seat, Sarag grabbed some water and wetted a rag, just like her dad showed her.

Clementine didn’t say anything, while Sarah tried to remove the blood covering her face and torso. Sarah jumped when the door opened, whirling around, thinking it was Carver, Sarah grabbed a knife and pointed it at the intruder. Who turned out to be Luke.

“God.” Swore Luke, as Carlos and Alvin came up beside him, “What happened?”

“What do you think happened?!” Snapped Rebecca, before catching sight of Clementine, “What the fuck?”

Carlos strode over to Sarah and took over cleaning Clementine up, “Shit.”

“What is it?” Asked Luke, as Carlos dug through his pockets.

“The way her nose was broken,” Said Carlos, before pulling out an old pen, “one of her nostrils has been blocked, I can’t reset it until after this issue is dealt with.”

Clementine suddenly rasped, making everyone freeze, Carlos started to slowly reach for his gun, before Clementine coughed up a bloody piece of phlegm.

“I,” Clementine wheeze, looking at them, “I didn’t let him in. He kept asking where you were. I, I didn’t say anything.”

“Hold her still.” Said Carlos, looking at Luke, “Her arm’s dislocated.”

Carlos relocated Clementine’s shoulder, getting a cry of pain from her, Luke handed him the pen barrel, removing the ink cartridge and end cap.

“Okay, Clementine,” The girl looked at him, “this is going to hurt, okay?”

Clementine winced as she nodded, as Carlos used the pen to shift the blockage, resulting in a fresh spurt of blood, to go down her front. He quickly reset her nose, getting a small whimper from her. Carlos made some make-shift splints of Clementine’s broken bones, and relocating any dislocated joints.

“We need to leave.” Hiss Rebecca, glaring a Luke, “See what he did to her? I’m surprised he left her alive.”

“Do you think he left her to turn?” Asked Alvin, looking between them.

“This is fucked.” Groaned Luke, looking at Carlos treating Clementine, “We can’t move Clementine in her state.”

“We can’t stay here!”

“Why did he attack her?” Asked Alvin, interrupting Luke and Rebecca’s argument, “He doesn’t usually just attack people.”

“Because he’s crazy!” Snapped Rebecca, as Sarah looked at the floor, guilt covering her face.

“Sarah,” Said Luke, getting everyone’s attention, “What happened?”

“She wouldn’t have seen anything, Luke,” Dismissed Carlos, carefully bandaging Clementine’s arm, “She stayed hidden.”

Sarah looked down again, before mumbling, “I took a picture and Carver saw it.”

“Sarah.” Sighed Carlos, as he finished patching Clementine up.

“I-I’m sorry.” Sarah started to tremble.

“I can walk.” Rasped Clementine, looking up at Luke, “I might be a bit slow.”

Luke didn’t look happy as Clementine said that, getting a sigh as Carlos quietly spoke with Sarah.

B

“Could you walk any slower?” Grumbled Nick, getting a pained glare from Clementine.

“I’m walking on a broken leg, what’s your fucking excuse?” The group found that an injured Clementine was a Clementine without a filter.

“What the fuck happened to you, anyway?”

“Carver kicked her ass.” Interjected Luke, from the front, “Clem, why don’t you walk with Rebecca?”

“Because every bone in my body hurts?”

Luke sighed, before looking ahead, “There’s a clearing not too far away, we can rest there.”

“Clementine, sit over there.” Ordered Carlos, pointing at a stump while going through a bag, “I need to check your bandages.”

Clementine quietly grumbled, limping over the stump and wincing as she sat down.

“This is taking too long.” Muttered Luke, looking at Alvin.

“Well, Becs is walking for two.” Responded Alvin, getting an eyeroll from his wife.

“He’s talking about Clementine, genius.”

“We should’ve stayed put.” Continued Luke, “Give her more time to heal.”

“We don’t have time, Luke.” Reminded Rebecca, “I know she only got…hurt because she ran into us, but we need to keep moving.”

“I can hear you.” Called Clementine, “and I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Her constantly moving isn’t helping her recovery.” Said Carlos, looking over at them.

“Someone could carry her.” Suggested Luke, before noticing everyone staring at him, “What?”

“I’m not an invalid!” Yelled Clementine, before wincing and grabbing her chest, “I can walk just fine on my own.”

“Yeah, Luke’s carrying her.” Decided Rebecca, looking at Luke.

B

“This is embarrassing.” Grumbled Clementine, her arms folded as she scowled, since she refused to admit that she was pouting.

“Well, you’re lighter than you look.” Joked Luke, getting a harrumph from Clementine.

“Is everything alright up there?” Asked Rebecca, as Luke glanced back.

“Just sayin’ Clem’s lighter than she looks.”

The silence from the rest of the group was deafening, before Sarah looked at her dad and asked, “Is he saying Clementine’s fat?”

“Okay!” Clementine started violently wriggling, “Put me down!”

The scuffle, if it would be call that, somehow ended with Clementine hanging upside down from Luke’s arm, while Luke kept a firm grip on her waist.

“Guys, a little help?” Luke looked at the rest of the group.

“Nope, I’m good.” Said Nick, as Clementine continued to wriggle.

Luke sighed, before dropping Clementine.

“Luke!” Snapped Carlos, glaring at him.

“Sorry.” Muttered Luke, helping Clementine up, “You okay?”

Clementine glared at him, before limping away, while Luke winced.

“Y’know,” Said Nick, “Seeing you fuck up makes me feel better about staying in the shed.”

“Shut up.” Snapped Luke, quickly catching up to Clementine, before calling back, “There’s a bridge ahead, we could rest there.”

“Great, Becs needs to rest.” Responded Alvin, getting a swat from Rebecca.

B

“What’s taking them so long?” Demanded Alvin, looking down at the bridge.

“Maybe they’re rolling in the hay.” Suggested Clementine, getting incredulous looks from the others.

“Do you know what that means?” Asked Rebecca, staring at the girl.

“…Sleeping.”

Rebecca found herself sighing in relief, not looking forward to explaining the birds and the bees to her. The group froze when they heard someone running up to their position, Luke appeared with Nick and a man in a grey jacket.

“Who’s this?” Asked Alvin, as the man locked onto Clementine.

“Matthew,” Answered Luke, “he’s staying in the cabin on the other side of the bridge.”

“What happened?” Asked Matthew, looking at the group.

“A guy’s chasing us,” Said Luke, “he attacked her because she wouldn’t tell him where we were.”

Matthew frowned, before sighing, “Come on, we’ll take her to my group, the lodge’s gonna be warmer.”

B

“Wait here.” Matthew looked at them, “I’m gonna tell the rest of my group about you, hopefully Kenny’s in a good mood.”

The man was gone before they could protest, Luke looked down a Clementine, the girl was refused to be carried, complaining whenever Luke tried to pick her up.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Yelled a Floridian-accented voice, as a man with a thick beard and a trucker’s hat stormed out.

Luke automatically stepped in front of Clementine, hoping to hide her from the man.

“Kenny, they’ve got kids.” Protested Matthew, following Kenny out, with an Indian woman and a bald man.

“And we ain’t got the supplies for ‘em!” Yelled Kenny, making Clementine frown.

Clementine stepped out from behind Luke and looked at Kenny.

“Holy Shit.”

Kenny froze, before looking down, “Clementine?”

The girl grinned and limped towards Kenny, wrapping her arms around him. Keny crouched down and reciprocated, before frowning and holding the girl at arm’s length.

“What the fuck happened?” Kenny took in Clementine’s injuries, before glaring at the group, “Did they do this to ya?”

“No,” Answered Clementine, “some guy called Carver is after them. He tried to make me tell him where they were.”

Kenny frowned, continuing to look Clementine over, “What’d you say?”

“I told him to go fuck himself.”

Kenny let out a snort, before looking at the group again, “Can you vouch for these guys, Clem?”

Clementine nodded, “They patched me up.”

Kenny sighed, before standing and picking Clementine up, “Alright, that’s good enough for me.”

“I can walk on my own!” Squawked Clementine, with Kenny ignoring her as he walked into the lodge.

B

Clementine winced as she entered the lodge, after they had dinner, Clementine had gone with Walter and Mathew to check the perimeter for Walkers, where they met a strange woman. Clementine had suggested that they check her for weapons, after Kenny had come out to investigate. Then, after the woman had left, the wind turbine had gone crazy, leading to the two groups try to fix it. Which led to Clementine using a rifle for the first time and aggravating her already bruised body, before being sent inside by Luke. It was funny, she didn’t notice how the cold made her hurt until she was out of it.

“Clem, what’s happened?” Asked Rebecca, waddling towards her.

“The turbine-” Clementine was cut off by rapid gunfire. Rebecca swore, before grabbing Clementine and leading her up the stairs.

In a matter of seconds, in Clementine’s mind, the group outside was being forced inside. They heard a number of voices, including the strange woman from earlier. Then, she heard his voice. Carver was walking around below, calling out for Rebecca, talking about ‘their’ child. Clementine, in her hurry to disappear from view, accidentally knocked the box with the decorations over. The resulting noise led to the strange woman, Bonnie, coming up the stairs.

Bonnie stared at the three, before the girl spoke, “Fuck.”

Which was how Clementine found herself staring up at the man who’d beaten her to a pulp nearly a week prior.

“…How the hell are you still alive?”

“Because you hit like a girl.”

And Clementine was backhanded to the floor.

“You still hit like a girl.”

A solid kick to the side, followed by a punch, and her leg being stomped on, followed by another punch, a backhand and another, final, kick.

The group of hostages all stared at Clementine, terrified that Carver had killed her. Before a pained whine escaped the girl, “ow…”

Carver rolled his eyes, gesturing for the girl to be put with the others. Bonnie carefully shifted Clementine so she was next to Rebecca, they didn’t bother to restrain her, wondering what harm a child with a concussion could do.

Then one of Carver’s guys got hit in the head, leading Carver to kill Walter. Then he took Alvin and started to march him towards the window, talking to him about someone called George. He held the gun to Alvin’s head, when Clementine suddenly charged at him. Bonnie thought the girl was running pretty fast on a broken leg, only for her to get backhanded by Carver’s gun.

It had the desired effect, with Carver pushing Alvin to the side and picking Clementine up. A few seconds later, Kenny walked into the lodge, his hands above his head and a dark glare aimed at Carver.

P

The ride back to Carver’s settlement was quiet, if Clementine ignored the sound of the adults, Clementine thought calling them grown-up was immature, arguing.

“-haven’t you seen what he did to Clementine?!” Demanded Rebecca, glaring at Kenny.

“I saw him beating a little girl, while the rest of you fuckers watched like it was a fuckin’ show!”

“Dad…” Sarah nervously looked at her father, “Clementine doesn’t look very good.”

As if on cue, Clementine lurched forwards and threw up. Kenny wrinkled his nose as the half-digested ‘meal’ from the night before.

“Is that supposed to happen?” Asked Matthew, glancing at Clementine.

“She can’t see that we’re moving, she has a concussion and Carver hit her in the stomach several times.” Said Carlos, slowly, “I’m amazed she lasted this long.”

“Clem?” Rebecca looked at the girl, “Are you alright?”

“I can’t go to school today, mom.” Slurred Clementine, everything still spinning, “I think I threw up.”

Clementine suddenly slumped against Sarah, getting a frown from Carlos.

“Is she asleep or unconscious?” Asked Nick, trying to shuffle away from the trickle of vomit.

“Hold on.” Sarita gave Kenny an apologetic look, before leaning close to Clementine’s ear and screeching, “WAKE UP!”

The truck suddenly veered, as Clementine groaned, before slowly righting herself, “I gotta pee.”

The truck stopping, and the sound of one of Carver’s men stomping out and coming to the back of the truck reached their ears, before the man appeared, “What the fuck are you doing back there?!”

“I gotta pee.” Repeated Clementine, wriggling.

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

The man sighed, “Does anyone else need to-?”

“Kinda.” Admitted Sarah, as the man sighed.

Thirty minutes later, Clementine found herself staring at a moth, or a butterfly, she couldn’t tell, while Sarah finished up.

“Are you about done over there?” Yelled the man, from besides the truck.

“Yeah, one second! Thanks for coming with me. It's scary out here.” Said Sarah, “I know you had to too, it’s still nice that you came.”

“We're friends.” Winced Clementine, “Friends look out for one another.”

Clementine and Sarah return to the truck.

“Everything come out alright, girls?” Asked the man, frowning at Clementine’s dazed look.

“Troy.” Growled Carver, “Get 'em tied up.”

“Will do...” Nodded Troy, grabbing Sarah’s hands and tying her up.

“Well, we're on our way, probably thirty minutes out.” Carver spoke into a radio, “Make sure everyone's prepped. Emotions might be running high. Carver out.”

Carver returned the radio to his belt and looked at Troy, “If I find out you've been wasting fuel to keep that fuckin' heater going, I'll make you walk back.”

“Nope.” Troy shook his head, “Froze my ass off... just like you told me to.”

Carver frowned, before glancing down and spotting Clementine staring at him, “It ain't polite to listen to other folks' conversations. Has anyone ever taught you that? Where's your manners?”

“I know.” Answered Clementine, not caring, “I still think you hit like a girl.”

Carver snarled, before slapping Clementine, knocking her to the ground, “Get her in the truck.”

B

“What happened to her?” Clementine glanced at a girl a couple years older than her, no doubt referring to how she looks like death warmed up.

“Bill did.” Answered Bonnie, making a brunette woman frown.

“Bill did that?” She glanced at Bonnie, “Bonnie, what they fuck have you gotten us into?”

“He trying to set an example.” Clementine didn’t think Bonnie believed herself, the other woman clearly didn’t.

“By what?”

“Shel, let’s,” Bonnie swallowed, “let’s talk about this later, okay? We’ve got work to do.”

B

“And how is it that we're repaid for our trust? With treachery? With deceit? With theft?” Snarled Carver, pacing in front of an injured Luke.

“They caught him.” Muttered Clementine, her hand unconsciously gripping the radio she’d stolen for him.

“Yeah, that's what it looks like.” Answered Kenny, scowling at Luke.

“Whatever you were planning is over, it's done.” Snarled Carver, brandishing the other radio, “You can't just run from your problems. You can't just up and leave when it gets tough, 'cause there's nowhere else you can go where it ain't. Tough is all we got now. Get that through your fuckin' skulls. Luke here, he can't help you now. You gotta help yourselves. You gotta help me find the strength to forgive you. Now, you can start... by telling me where the other one is. I'm gonna count to three. If that radio ain't in my hand by then, we'll have to make things more difficult. One. Two.”

“Maybe you—” Clementine was cut off by Kenny grabbing the radio from her and holding it up.

“It's right here. I got it.”

Carver held out his hand, prompting Kenny to step forward, Sarita approached him, trying to get him to stop, “It's alright.” Kenny slowly walked up to Carver, “Sorry about that. Not sure what I was thinking.” Kenny dropped the radio into Carver's hand.

“Three.” Said Carver, before smirking, “You really think I’m that stupid, don’t ya?”

“What?” Kenny froze.

“You’re not a smart man, Kenneth,” Carver’s eyes landed on Clementine, “you’re not small enough to go around unnoticed.”

Clementine was shoved forwards by Troy, until she was in front of Carver, “I shouldn’t be surprised, but I honestly expected better of you, Clementine.”

“Then you’re a fucking idiot.”

Clementine felt something hit her. At first, she thought it was Troy’s rifle, only to realise the pain was coming from her front. The second blow knocked her to the ground, she thought she heard someone come into the yard, the third blow made her hit her head on the ground, the fourth blow made her world got dark.

B

“-start talkin' about maybe...” Clementine recognised Luke’s voice, “leavin' some folks behind.”

“No!” Snapped Sarita.

“There is no other way.” Defended Luke, from where the rest of the group was gathered.

“This is bullshit.” Spat Rebecca, she sounded angry.

“Well, I don't like it either,” Defended Luke, “but guess what? It's where we're at.”

“We’re only here because of you people, and now you intend to leave us behind?!” Said Matthew, Clementine thought he sounded angry too.

“So, we should risk all of our lives?” Asked Carlos.

“What are you saying?” Demanded Rebecca.

“Nothing.” Carlos backtracked, “I'm... I'm just thinking out loud here.”

“We ain’t leaving Clementine!” Snarled Kenny, “Either we all go, or not at all! Especially since she’s only like this because you fucked up!”

“I got hungry; I wasn’t thinking.” Groaned Luke.

“Well, you’re not thinking straight,” Snarled Kenny, “nearly got Clementine killed!”

“We can’t leave Clementine.” Sarah spoke up, “It’s not fair.”

“Life ain't fair, Sarah.” Chided Luke, as Clementine limped over to them, “We're just tryin' to make the best of a bad situation, here. No one wants to leave Clem.”

“Then why are you suggesting it?” Clementine made her presence known, “I heard you. You suggested leaving me behind.”

“Look, Clem,” Luke winced, “We can risk people who can’t pull their weight.”

Luke seemed to realise what he said was a mistake, given how Clementine and Rebecca glared at him.

“Stop whining.” Clementine’s voice was cold, “Carver’s beaten me to a pulp twice…three times.”

Luke opened his mouth to protest, before thinking better of it.

“Alright...” Luke winced, “Well, then, what now?”

“We get the hell outta here.” Said Kenny, as Bonnie returned with some other people.

“Like now, now?” Asked Luke, frowning.

“Yes!” Snapped Rebecca, as Clementine heard someone walking up behind them.

“Where are we goin'?” Asked Kenny, “In case things get squirrely and we gotta make a break for it, we need a place to meet up.”

“We could meet out at Parker's Run.” Suggested Mike, looking around, as Clementine turned around.

She saw the brunette and the girl from the other day, with a hippie, a teenager and an Asian man.

“The hell is that?”

“It's a Civil War site just a few miles north.” Said the Asian man, “Tourist trap. Got signs all over. Just follow the road.”

Everyone looked at him and the small group he was with, Clementine looked back at her group, noticing a red mark on Sarah’s face.

“Bonnie told us what happened,” Said the man, looking at them, “Bill’s gotten too dangerous.”

“That putting it mildly.” Muttered the black-haired girl.

“Becca.” Shel hissed.

“We’ve got some weapons and supplies.” Said the teen, “If you’re really set on Parker’s Run.”

“We stopped there after we escaped the first time.” Rebecca looked at her group, “Luke and Carlos know where it is. It's not that far.”

“Well, at least if a few folks know where it's at, it'll be easier to find if we're split up.” Murmured Kenny, “Alright, that works.”

“Then we just need someone to go set off that PA, right?” Luke looked around, “I mean, you never bothered to explain who's supposed to do that.”

“Almost sounds like you don’t want to leave.” Muttered Becca, as everyone looked at Clementine.

“Wait, wait, hold on.” Luke looked at them, “She's the plan?”

“Why's it always me?” Asked Clementine, as the Asian man walked up to her.

“I’ll meet you in the office, I’ll work on getting Alvin out.” Clementine looked up at the man, before nodding.

The group split in two, one half gathered by the wall, lifting Clementine so she could grab onto the rope. The other to grab weapons and supplies.

“Be sure to remember to flip the switch for the outdoor speakers.” Said Rebecca, “Just the indoor speakers might not draw the herd. It's right on the microphone box.”

“Right.” Nodded Clementine.

“By default, it's set to play music, so you should just have to turn it on, right?” Rebecca instructed, “Then climb back up and drop into the stockroom. We'll meet you there.”

“Down into the office, outdoor speaker switch, turn on PA, up to the roof, down into the stockroom to meet you guys.” Recited Clementine, “That right?”

“Perfect.” Smiled Rebecca, as Mike pulled on the rope to raised Clementine to the roof.

“Be careful!” Called Sarita.

“'Kay.” Nodded Clementine, looking down.

“Clem!” Called Rebecca, “Make sure Vince brings Alvin.”

B

Vince and Wyatt supported Alvin, while Carver angrily paced in front of them, ranting. Then a gunshot made Carver grab his ear, before Clementine dropped down with a smoking gun.

Clementine didn’t bother to listen to what Carver was saying, instead choosing stay with Rebecca to watch Kenny bash Carver’s head in with a crowbar.

Afterwards, Clementine, Kenny and Jane took out a few Walkers, and the large group started covering themselves with Walker guts.

“Girls,” Clementine, Sarah and Becca looked at Carlos, “Stay close to Rebecca.”

“Sarah,” Luke got her attention, “Remember what I told you to do.”

“Keep an eye on Clementine.”

“Good.” Nodded Luke, then Troy appeared, and Jane shot his dick off.

 “Come on.” Instructed Jane, as the Walkers converged on a screaming Troy, “Don't make any noise, got it? They might hear something they don't like. And for fuck's sake, walk. Act like you belong and you will belong.”

B

Clementine found herself towards the front with Rebecca, Becca seemed to be keeping Sarah facing forwards.

“I’m surprised no one’s shooting at us.” Muttered Clementine, getting a snort from Becca.

“The ones staying are stuck in a closet.” Said Becca, as Rebecca groaned.

“Rebecca? What’s wrong?” Asked Sarah, as Rebecca started breathing heavily.

“I, I think that was a contraction.” Clementine froze, “I, I, I think the baby’s coming.”

“What? Now?!” Demanded Becca, as they passed through the Herd and entered the forest.

“No, next year.” Snapped Clementine, sarcastically, “Yes, now!”

“What are we supposed to do?! Have you delivered a baby?!” Becca looked at Clementine and Sarah.

“Not a live one.” Answered Clementine, “Putting it down wasn’t easy.”

“You killed a baby Walker?” Asked Becca.

“No, her mother did.”

“Labour is divided into three stages:” Rattled Sarah, “the dilation stage, expulsion stage and placental stage. The dilation stage is the longest, while the expulsion stage lasts 30-60 minutes, and the placental stage takes from a few minutes to up to 60 minutes.”

Clementine, Becca and Rebecca stared at her, “How do you know that?” Asked Clementine.

“I read a medical book.” Answered Sarah, “We’re going to need to get your eye checked soon.”

Clementine waved her off.

B

“Oh, finally.” Groaned Becca, as they reached Parker’s Run. They’d joined up with Luke and Jane, who led them to the meet up point.

Clementine rolled her remaining eye, before spotting Kenny, Sarita and Matthew. Nick and some of the people who helped break them out standing around Alvin.

“You made it.” Said Kenny, as soon as he spotted them.

“Yeah, we got lost for a bit, Rebecca’s going through contractions.” Said Clementine, “Sarah’s been watching them.”

“They’re roughly thirty minutes apart.” Said Sarah, as Vince walked up to them.

“Hey,” His tone was sombre, “things, er… it’s Alvin… he, er, he hasn’t got long left.”

“Shit.” Muttered Clementine, glancing back at Rebecca, “Just what we need.”

“Where’s Carlos?” Asked Luke, looking around.

“He’s doing his best to…to ease Alvin’s passing.” Answered Vince, as Bonnie, Mike and Shel arrived.

“Everyone here?” Asked Shel, looking at them, “Because, as much as I hate to say it, the guts plan worked.”

The group heard Carlos’s footsteps as he walked up to them, “He’s almost gone, he’s… he’s asking for Rebecca…and Clementine.”

“Why’s he asking for Clem?” Luke frowned, as Vince ushered Clementine and Rebecca over to the tent Alvin was in.

“Hey.” Rasped Alvin, from his place, propped up against a beam, “How are you?”

“You look horrible.” Said Clementine, taking stock of Alvin’s injuries, “And I thought I had it bad.”

Alvin let out a wheezy laugh, “I think you got the worst of it, Clem.”

“I’m not the one dying.” Said Clementine, after a pause, “How do you feel?”

“Not good.” Alvin gave a chuckle, as Rebecca crouched down next to Alvin, “Hey, Becs.”

“Alvin.” Murmured Rebecca, gently touching his cheek.

“I didn’t want to go without sayin’ goodbye.” Rasped Alvin.

“But why am I here?” Asked Clementine, “Carlos said you asked for Rebecca and me.”

“Well,” Alvin let out a pained laugh, “Becs and I had talked about taking you in, before Carver caught up with us.”

Clementine swallowed, “I… I would’ve liked that.”

Alvin smiled, before coughing and wincing, his breathing becoming more and more laboured, “I think it’s time.”

Outside the tent, the rest of the group waited for Clementine and Rebecca to step out. A few moments later, Rebecca stumbled out, sobbing. Then the pop of a gunshot was heard, and Clementine stepped out of the tent.

“Al—” Rebecca choked, “Alvin’s gone. C-Clem…”

“Stopped him from turning.” Finished Luke, as Clementine walked up to them.

“I think I saw Jane go to the observation deck.” Said Clementine, her voice emotionless, “I don’t know what she’s doing.”

“How’re you feeling, Clem?” Asked Bonnie, getting Clementine to look at her.

“I’ve had to put down a member of the group, I’m walking on a broken leg, Rebecca’s in labour, and I’m missing an eye.” Bonnie winced as Clementine spoke, “So, aside from those sources of pain, I’m fucking fantastic.”

“Clem,” Said Luke, after a moment, “can you help Jane? Please?”

Clementine nodded, “Sure, I’m taking Sarah or the other one with me.”

“…you mean Becca?” Asked Shel, getting a nod from Clementine.

“Okay, girls, you go with Clem.” Decided Luke, making Sarah open her mouth in protest, “I know, you want to help your dad, Sarah, but since you’re apparently the closest thing we’ve got to a nurse, you need to keep an eye on Clementine.”

Sarah closed her mouth and walked away with Clementine and Becca.

B

“So, what, you’re like a sponge when it comes to books?” Jane glanced at Sarah, who nodded.

“My mom used to put a book in front of me when I was little,” Said Sarah, “Tia Rosa said I’d wander off.”

“Hey.” Clementine looked away from the telescope and towards Becca, “There’s someone coming.”

“A good someone or a bad someone?” Asked Clementine, frowning.

“I dunno,” Becca looked back, “but he’s heading this way.”

“Crap.” Hissed Jane, “All of you hide.”

Clementine tried to hurry over to them, only to trip on her shoelace, “Son-of-a-bitch!” And landed in her front with a thud.

Clementine opted to stay still, hoping the guy though she was a corpse. She heard him limping along the deck, pausing as he spotted her. Clementine swore she felt a tickle of something going to her empty eye socket and shook her head, accidentally flinging the gauze off, “Shit.”

“Don’t move.” Said the guy, he had a thick Russian accent.

“Can I cover up my eye first?” Clementine tried to feel around for the piece of gauze.

“What?” Clementine looked at him, he looked to be in his late teens, and he had a leg brace and thick glasses.

“I dropped the gauze covering my eye.” Said Clementine, at the guy examined her.

“You are hurt.” He said slowly, Clementine blinked at him.

“Yeah, and?”

The guy lowered his gun, before hobbling over to Clementine. As he reached her, Jane appeared behind him.

“Jane, no!” the Guy was suddenly restrained, as Jane shoved him against the railings, “Jane, he’s not attacking us.”

Jane glared at him, as Sarah kicked Jane’s leg, causing the woman to let the guy go.

“Sorry about her.” Apologised Clementine, getting up, “We…don’t really know her.”

The guy looked at them wearily, just as the black teen from Becca’s group ran up to them, “I heard yelling.”

He stopped and stared at the scene in front of him, Jane was holding her leg, Sarah was standing next to some stranger, and Becca was helping Clementine to her feet.

“It’s nothing, Russell.” Said Becca, before looking at the bag the Russian had dropped. After a brief second, Becca opened the bag, “Whoa.” Clementine glanced down a paused at the number of drugs in the bag.

Clementine didn’t pay much attention to what the guy was saying, but she heard him say his name was Arvo and the drugs were medicine for his sister. That, in Clementine’s mind, decided things.

“We’re not taking them.” Said Clementine, looking around.

“But these could help you, Rebecca and Luke.” Protested Becca, as Sarah closed the bag.

“Not if we’re stealing them.” Argued Clementine, “Besides, for all we know, we’re on his or his groups turf.”

Clementine worried that the others wouldn’t agree with her, until Sarah held the bag out for Arvo to take and Russell escorting him back to his group.

“That was stupid.” Said Becca, watching them leave.

“I’ve been with a group that stole from someone before,” Said Clementine, “it caused his family to die, and led the group to their deaths. I’m not making the same mistake, not if I can avoid it.”

B

After leaving Jane to get the unit open, with Luke joining her, the three girls returned to the rest of their group. Carlos was starting to guide Rebecca through childbirth, with Sarah observing, which left Clementine and Becca on guard duty, both giving Bonnie, Wyatt and Mike a quick greeting when they returned with big bottles of water and a coat.

“How’s ya eye?” Asked Kenny, stopping next to Clementine.

“It hurts.” Clementine tried to shrug off, before sighing, “Kenny, we… ran into someone on the observation deck. He had a load of medicine, and… and Jane wanted to rob him.”

Kenny stiffened, already knowing what Clementine was referring back to, “Did you take ‘em?”

“No,” Clementine shook her head, “he needed them for his sister and, given what happened last time we stole from someone, I don’t want to run the risk of it biting us further down the line.”

Kenny frowned, “While they could’ve helped us now, after what you told me about that bastard in Savannah, I think you made the right choice.”

“Do you think Lee would’ve done the same?” Asked Clementine, leaning back on her heels.

“I know he didn’t like taking those supplies,” Admitted Kenny, “he knew that we were starvin’. I remember hearing him and Carley talkin’ about it, God, what I wouldn’t do to go back to that time again.”

Clementine shivered, and looked around, “Where’s Luke? He should’ve finished helping Jane by now.”

Kenny snorted, “I’ll go look for him, keep an eye out.”

“I’ll be sure to scream as loud as I can.” Quipped Clementine, going back to look at the tree line.

The air was quiet, with Clementine absently hearing Carlos guiding Rebecca and Becca making noises with her mouth.

“ARE YOU TWO FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

Clementine frowned and turned, “Was that Kenny?”

Carlos looked at them, “Let’s get moving, they must’ve gotten the deck open by now.”

Slowly, the group made their way up to the observation deck, where they saw Kenny pacing in front of and embarrassed Luke and Jane.

“Of all the fucking childish and irresponsible things,” Seethed Kenny, “we’re trying to get shit done and you two are rolling in the hay!”

Clementine frowned and whispered, “What’s that mean? Because those two don’t look like they’ve been sleeping.”

“It means they were having sex.” Answered Becca, getting a frown from Clementine, “What?”

“I thought Luke was gay.”

B

“Do you want to hold him?”

Clementine looked down at the baby, before hesitantly taking him. She glanced outside, after disturbing Jane and Luke, Russell had rejoined them, with a couple pain killers given to him by Arvo’s group, and they secured the deck. Rebecca’s screamed from giving birth had summoned a herd of Walkers, fortunately, since they’d managed to secure the deck, they didn’t get anyone and wandered off after losing interest.

She heard Jane leaving, but didn’t bother to follow after her. Kenny talked about walking to the town she saw through the telescope. Carlos didn’t like it, neither did Luke, but Clementine thought Kenny’s plan was reasonable, since they needed to look for supplies. After giving the baby back to Rebecca, Clementine decided to get some sleep. They had a long journey tomorrow.

Next Story: What if Kenny was leading Delta?

[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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"I'll help you."

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

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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.

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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.

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A door does close, in the distance.

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

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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.

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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.)

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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…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.

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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.

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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.

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There are many bodies.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

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[blair-the-juggalho]

Can you do (twdg) Sarah x Cold hearted sister Reader who doesn’t get along with anyone expect Sarah and Carlos but with military experience and protects Sarah with her life after Carlos death? Hc’s (Platonic relationship ofc)

Ok I can try, hope this will do

Sorry if any of this isn’t accurate! I ain’t played this season in ages

Idrk how to add the military experience part? But I hope this is ok

TWDG Sarah with a cold hearted, sister! Reader after Carlos died

Sarah absolutely loved you!

You two where total opposites and everyone always pointed that out

“How can two sisters be so different!”

That was something you two heard a lot

But you guys didn’t mind! You all really cared for one another!

It had always been just you two and that’s the way you liked it

When you where captured by Carvers gang, you and your dad put up one hell of a fight to keep Sarah safe

But unfortunately it didn’t work out and you where all taken.

When everyone was in the prison yard sorry, the courtyard you just kept to yourself. Only talking to your dad and Sarah

And every time one of Carver’s workers came up to you or Sarah you’d give them a death glare and hide Sarah behind you

When you all decide to escape you were really happy about it (even if you didn’t show it lmao)

You felt good about getting your family out of this shit tip

However when your dad got bit you where obviously rather upset

But you noticed your sisters screams caused the attention of walkers that where surrounding you

You needed to get your sister to safety before you ended up like your dad

You stabbed a few walkers and grabbed your sisters arm before running off to the woods for safety

You checked for walkers before comforting and grieving with your sister.

You two stayed like that for an hour or so before nick and Luke found you

You stayed extra close to your sister after that, the loss of your father was hard on the both of you

[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 :)

[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.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[the-delta-42]

Returns 1

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Returns 1

Lee woke up in a forest, he coughed, before catching sight of Carley a couple feet away from him. The woman rolled over and stumbled to her feet.

“Lee?” Her voice was raspy, as Lee got up, the man nearly falling over when he realised his arm was still missing.

“Where are we?” Asked Lee, looking around.

“I was hoping you’d tell me.” Huffed Carley, as Lee coughed.

“No, no,” He shook his head, “you’re dead. Lilly shot you.”

“I remember turning around and finding Lilly’s gun in my face.” Said Carley, before spotting Lee’s arm, “What happened?”

“I got bit.” Answered Lee, stumbling, “Bit funny, I don’t feel like crap.”

A cough got their attention, a brown-haired man sat up. It took them a moment, before they recognised him as Ben.

“How’d you grow so fast?” Asked Lee, as Ben frantically checked his abdomen.

“I’m alive?” Ben turned and looked at Lee and Carley, “Wait, am I actually dead?”

R

Clementine was leaning against her desk, staring at Marlon and Brody, Minerva and another red head stood off to the side with Tenn, while Mitch glared around the room.

She turned and looked at Louis, “I’m assuming those mushrooms you found weren’t the healthy kind.”

“How is this my fault?” Demanded Louis, “They could just be some new breed of walker!”

Clementine gave him a flat look, “Right, some tell me what happened while I was gone.”

“AJ wanted to go with you to Richmond and sulked because he couldn’t go. He and Willy snuck of with a stick with a knife taped to the end of it and came back with Tenn.” Said Violet, staring at Minerva, “They all appeared at some point after that.”

“There’s also Lilly and some old fuck in the basement.” Chimed Louis, getting a glare from Clementine.

“Okay,” She nodded, “I’ll start there, Violet, we’ve got supplies from Richmond that need to be stored.”

Violet nodded, stopping when Clementine grabbed her arm.

“Keep an eye on our returned friends.” Murmured Clementine, “Something’s not right.”

Violet nodded, before hitting Louis, “C’mon, let put them to some use.”

Clementine sighed, before looking at someone who’d stayed behind, “Mitch?”

“What do you plan on doing?”

Clementine sighed again, “I’m going to try and provoke Larry into a heart attack.”

Mitch stared at her, “You’re going to solve a problem…by making another problem?”

“It’s the best I can think of.” Confessed Clementine, leaning back against the desk.

“You said Lilly was more dangerous after her dad died.” Said Mitch, “Killing him again would make her more-er dangerous.”

Clementine blinked and stared at Mitch, “How the fuck did you say something that was smart and stupid at the same time?”

Mitch glared at her, before they heard shouting outside.

“What now?” Growled Clementine, stalking out of the office with Mitch following after her.

“Put it down, now!” Yelled Violet, as Clementine and Mitch came up behind the crowd.

“You think we’re fucking stupid?!” Came a familiar voice.

“Brave coming from some dick shaking our fence!”

“C’mon, we can all be civil about this!” Clementine stopped, before frowning and pushing her way through the crowd.

“What’s going…” Clementine stopped and stared at the other side of the fence, “…on?”

Luke stared back at her, as Clementine looked over the group he was with. She spotted Nick and Pete towards the back, she slowly looked over the others with them, Kenny stared at her, while others from the Cabin group quietened down.

“…Clementine?” Asked Luke, jerked Clementine from her thoughts.

She turned and looked at Louis.

“Hey, I haven’t done anything!” Protested Louis, getting an eyeroll from Clementine.

“Put them in the hospital,” Sighed Clementine, gesturing to the building built from some supplies from Richmond, before looking over the crowed, “Hold on…where’s AJ?”

“He’s alive?” Asked Luke, with Clementine ignoring him.

“Er,” Louis looked at Violet, “he’s…fishing.”

“We don’t know where he is.” Admitted Violet, “He wasn’t here when we came out.”

Clementine groaned, “Okay, Mitch, come with me, Violet,” the blonde perked up, “you’re in charge until I get back.”

Violet nodded, getting a whine from Louis.

“Louis, you’re coming as well.” Called Clementine, walking towards the gate, “I don’t want to hear Violet bitch when I get back.”

“We’re comin’ too.” Said Kenny, making Clementine stop and turn to him.

“No, you’re all going to follow Violet to the hospital until we figure out what’s going on.” Clementine and Kenny stared at each other, before the man smirked.

“All right.” Kenny nodded, “We’ll talk when you get back.”

Clementine sighed in relief, before nodding.

R

Lee, Carley and Ben trudged through the forest, the boy that found them, AJ, said they would be welcome in their community. He pointed at a Walker, “That’s James, he pretends to be one of the monsters.”

“What?” Asked Lee, as the Walker looked at them.

“What’re you doing out here?” Asked the Walker, losing its limp and striding over to AJ.

“Helping people.” Answered AJ, as a man in a long coat, wielding a chair leg spotted them.

“AJ!” The man ran towards them, swinging the leg at James.

In a fluid motion, James grabbed the chair leg, kicked the man between the legs and pushed him to the ground. A moment later, another man and a young woman appeared near him.

Lee felt the air leave his lungs, recognising Clementine. Clementine stared at Lee, her demands dying in her throat. She suddenly felt lightheaded, the next thing she knew, she was falling backwards with her world going dark.

Mitch caught Clementine as she fell, looking at Louis, “Is she usually like this?”

Louis winced as he shook his head, “No.” He straightened up, walking towards her, “Give her here.”

Mitch passed the unconscious Clementine to Louis, before he looked at the people, he jerked his head and they set back off to the school.

R

Alvin watched Rebecca pace, before the blonde woman, Violet, walked in.

“Where’s Clementine?” Demanded Rebecca, glaring at Violet, “Where’s my son?!”

“AJ’s just got back with some other… ‘visitors’,” Violet looked around, “Clementine’s unconscious.”

“Is she alright?” Asked Sarah, from her place next to her father.

“She’ll be fine,” Dismissed Violet, “it’s probably nothing.”

“My dad’s a doctor.” Said Sarah, getting Violet’s attention.

“We have a nurse.” Dismissed Violet, leaving the room.

Walking towards the medical area, Violet spotted Ms. Martin checking Clementine over. Seeing the nurse walking out of the greenhouses was a tiny bit terrifying. There had been more of their friends coming back, which made Louis order them to expand their boarders.

Clementine sitting up made Ms. Martin step away, the young woman looked around and spotted Violet. Ignoring the older woman, Clementine walked up to Violet.

“Can you please tell her I’m fine?” Asked Clementine, pointing at Ms. Martin.

“No one faints for no reason.” Said the nurse, frowning at Clementine, “I know you don’t like feeling vulnerable, but you need rest.”

“I need to get supplies if we’re gonna expand.” Argued Clementine, stepping forwards and stumbling.

“I’ll contact Richmond,” Said Violet, “but, Ms. Martin’s right. If you fainted, it could be something serious.”

Clementine sighed, “Look, Vi, I need to keep busy. If I don’t, bad things tend to happen.”

Violet drew herself up, “Clementine, as one of your vices, I’m taking control of the group until Ms. Martin has cleared you.”

Clementine’s jaw dropped, getting a cheeky grin from Violet, “All you need to do is sleep.”

Clementine’s jaw closed with a snap, before stalking back to Ms. Martin. Violet sighed, before turning around. Marlon, Louis and Brody stood a couple feet away from her.

“What?”

“You just sent our leader,” Said Louis, dumbstruck, “who flayed a guy after what happened to Ruby, to bed.”

“And you’ve shared a bed with her.” Retorted Violet, heading to the Admin building, “Clem’s radio’s in the office, right?”

“I don’t know,” Shrugged Louis, grinning, “I was a bit preoccupied.”

Violet gave Louis a flat look, “You’re the reason she’d been confined to bed rest.”

Louis froze, paling, “Shit.”

[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.