#twdg pete

[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 📸

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[yellowsugarwords]

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⎆ the walking dead game: season 2

[bittenmaybe]

[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.”

[madsipie]

nah they got uncle pete (Peter Joseph Randall, Uncle of Nicholas, Character from hit Telltale Games: The Walking Dead Game, Balding) buggin

[n3tb0t]

N3TB0T'S/

SPONGEBOBS

JELLY NET

☆MASTERLIST!☆

• I don't know what I am comfortable with yet and what I am not comfortable with. So please be patient with me, please. • (I'll probably add more Fandom later in the future)

‼️RULES‼️

1# NO PROSHIPING!!

2# NO SMUT

3#NO SA

4# SUICIDE

5#NO KIDNAPPING

ETC.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

~LIFE IS STRANGE 2~

~TWDG~

REMEMBER, I'LL ADD MORE FANDOMS IN THE FUTURE. MAKE SURE TO EAT, DRINK WATER, BRUSH YOUR TEETH, TAKE A SHOWER/BATH, AND GET A GOOD NIGHT SLEEP😊

[fox-from-fairytale]

My brother: doesn't the game rewards you for making the most empathic choices?

Me, remembering how if you give the water to the dying bandit, you don't have it later on for Pete: it actually punishes you for them.

[thecrusadercomrade]

What-Ifs of Telltale's the Walking Dead Chapter 16: What If the Motel Group and Cabin Group Switched Places? Part 1

Summary: Three months after corpses started walking around and eating people, an ordinary hunting trip for Lee and his fellow group members takes a dramatic turn. Pretty typical for season one, only, the faces are a little different this time around...

Read on AO3!

Read from the beginning!

[clemster]

Ok a serious ask this time, who do you think watches the Olympics

i think they all watch it!!! the ones most invested tho would probs be clem, lee, omid, luke, pete, sarah, alvin, maybe rebecca, javi, gabe, mariana, aj, louis, marlon, mitch, maybe willy………. i think that’s all i can think of atm

[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.

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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—

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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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[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]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Clementine got bit in the shed?

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Bitten

What if Clementine got bit in the shed?

Clementine had just finished stitching her arm up, when the Walker broke in through the hole she’d made. She went to hit the Walker with the hammer she found, only for the tool to fly out of her hands. She’d started wrestling with the monster when she heard the shed’s door open, before a pair of arms wrapped around her. Panicking, thinking it was a Walker, she thrashed. Then, suddenly feeling a pain on her left foot, she screamed and the arms around her managed to pull her away, just as a bullet hit the Walker in the head.

Luke tumbled to the ground, with Clementine hastily backing away from them.

“That,” Said Pete, after a moment, “was too close.”

A choked sob got their attention, making them look at Clementine. Rebecca rolled her eyes, thinking the girl was trying to manipulate them. Then Clementine’s shaky voice was heard, “I’m bit.”

Luke started towards her, making her scramble to get away from him. Luke realised with a jolt, that Clementine was scared of them.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Asked Rebecca, “Shoot her.”

“She’s only like this because we put her in there.” Snapped Luke, “We gotta make this right.”

“You can do that by shooting her.”

Pete quickly crossed the distance, pulling some laces out of his pocket and fashioned them into a makeshift tourniquet. Carlos, after a moment, joined them.

“Luke, start a fire,” Ordered Carlos, “we’ll need it to cauterise the wound, and get something for her to bite down on, I doubt she wants to lose her tongue.”

“There’s an axe in the shed, Nick,” Pete looked at his nephew, “get it.”

“This is ridiculous.” Scoffed Rebecca, as Alvin winced, “What?”

“Nothing.” Alvin looked away and headed back into the cabin.

Rebecca looked back at the girl, just as Pete brought the axe down on her leg. Rebecca winced as the girl’s muffled screams and wails reached her ears. She saw Luke heating a shovel in the fire he’d built and when it was glowing red, her pressed it against the bleeding stump of the girl’s leg, earning another muffled scream and wail.

Then, the girl passed out. The three men stood, with Luke picking her up. Rebecca felt herself freeze as Luke passed her, giving her a glare as he did. The girl looked so small, like a child. Rebecca shook her head; the girl was a child. A child she’d advocated to killing.

Luke gently put Clementine on the spare bed.

“What do we do if she turns?” Asked Carlos, as he wrapped some bandages around the stump.

“Then we deal with her.” Said Pete, “But, only if she turns.”

Carlos sighed as he finished up, “Hopefully, that’ll hold.”

Luke nodded, as they headed downstairs.

B

Clementine woke up to Sarah sitting next to her bed, staring at her, “What?”

Clementine suddenly gagged and threw up, before she fell back onto the bed, “Ow.”

The bedroom door opened, allowing Carlos to see Clementine awake with vomit on the floor.

“I threw up.” Mumbled Clementine, “Sorry.”

“We have to go.” Said Carlos, as Luke picked Clementine up, “Nick and Pete spotted Carver.”

Over the course of an hour, they were walking through the forest. Clementine had been silent the entire time, Luke had been trying to get her to talk, but wasn’t having any success. Clementine was staring at her legs, her mind both empty and racing with thoughts.

“You hear that, Clem?” Said Luke, trying to get her to talk, “Sounds like some birds got lost while migrating.”

Clementine blinked and said nothing.

“C’mon, Clem,” Urged Luke, “You gotta say something, you can’t go through your life without talking.”

Clementine was silent.

“Okay,” He paused, “How about something to eat?”

Clementine was silent.

“Clem,” Luke sighed, “You gotta eat.”

“We can camp here.” Called Carlos, “Get some rest and eat.”

Luke gently placed Clementine on the ground, careful not to jar her stump. Clementine lied down and rolled onto her side, her back facing Luke. Luke sighed, before going over to the others.

“How is she?” Asked Pete, as Luke sat down.

“She’s still not talking.” Sighed Luke, “And we all know she isn’t eating.”

“That’s hardly a surprise.” Said Pete, “She’s probably still in shock.”

“Should…” Nick glanced around, “Should we just cut her loose? I mean, she’s a liability to us.”

“So’s Rebecca.” Said Pete, giving Nick a piercing look, “That Lurker only came because it heard your gunshot.”

Sarah looked over at Clementine, before getting up and wandering over to her.

“Sarah—” Pete waved Carlos off, watching as Sarah spoke to Clementine. They watched as Sarah stood there for a moment, before nodding. Luke felt a flicker of hope form in his chest.

“Clementine wants a gun.”

And it went out.

“Why?” Asked Rebecca, frowning.

“She didn’t say.” Said Sarah, making the woman get up.

“This…” Alvin sighed, “isn’t going to end well.”

Clementine heard someone walk up to her, she wondered if it was Sarah with the gun she asked for.

“Why do you want a gun?” Came Rebecca’s voice, making Clementine internally groan.

“Why do you think?”

Rebecca gave Clementine an unimpressed look, “Look, I understand—”

“No, you don’t!” Snapped Clementine, flipping over, “You’re not a liability that has to be carried everywhere! You’re not feeling something that supposed to be gone! Y-you’re not supposed to be dead!” Clementine sucked in a couple of shuddery breaths, “Why? Why couldn’t you have just killed me?”

Rebecca swallowed, before crouching down next to Clementine, “I know that…I wasn’t the most welcoming to you, and I have no excuse for it. But they cut your leg off because you deserved to live, Clem.”

Clementine scoffed, “Really? Because all of you’ve forgotten that I lost my leg, not my hearing.”

Rebecca didn’t try to hide her wince, “Okay, I know that we’ve given you no reason to trust us, but we want to help you, Clementine.”

Clementine swallowed, before pulling herself into a sitting position.

Rebecca worried Clementine was going to ask for a gun again.

“I can still feel my leg.” Clementine’s voice was small.

Rebecca let out a relieved sigh, “I think Carlos can help with that.”

B

“Are you sure sending Luke and Nick was a good idea?” Asked Rebecca, as Pete held Clementine steady while she looked through some binoculars. Nick and Pete had found her bag down at the fishing place the morning they left.

“Luke’s taken the gun off Nick.” Said Clementine, “There’s a guy walking up to them.”

“What does he look like?” Asked Carlos, as Pete helped Clementine down.

“He had a gun, and his hood was up.” Said Clementine, “He didn’t look like he was going to attack them.”

“Do you think we’re gonna have to go to them?” Asked Alvin, as they heard someone running up to them.

A moment later, Luke and the guy from the bridge appeared. The guy looked at Clementine’s leg, “Is she…?”

“Yeah.” Gasped Luke, catching his breath.

“I think my group’ll help.” Said the guy.

B

Kenny scowled at the group Matthew was leading up the mountain, “What the fuck is this?”

“I have a good reason.” Said Matthew, “They’ve got a girl with them, they had to cut her leg off.”

“Why?” Sarita appeared at Kenny’s side.

“She got bit.” Answered Matthew, getting a sigh from Kenny.

Kenny remembered Lee, how they cut his arm off in an effort to save his life. He assumed it didn’t work, given how he couldn’t find the rest of the group when he made his way out of Savannah. He felt horrible, they all died, and he was the only one left. Part of him was angry at Clementine, but he knew that the girl was manipulated by the fucker on the radio. Hell, he himself heard the guy say he had Clementine’s parents.

“Alright,” Sighed Kenny, “Let’s see ‘em.”

Matthew gave him a relieved smile, before gesturing to the group it was safe to approach. Sighing again, Kenny looked up and froze. He recognised that hat. Sure, it could be a different hat, but the messy hair and amber eyes with it told him who it was, “Clementine?”

The guy carrying Clementine stopped, as Clementine looked up, “Kenny?”

A scuffle and a thud signalled Clementine forcing herself out of the guy’s arms, before she quickly hopped over to Kenny and buried her face in his chest, releasing a muffled, “I thought you were dead.”

“Clementine.” An annoyed voice barked, “You’ve opened your wound up, again.”

B

Clementine watched as everyone ran outside, trying to stop the wind turbine from drawing any Walkers to them. She wanted to go out and help, but her leg prevented her from moving. They’d placed her with Rebecca, up on the balcony, when they heard rapid gunshots.

“What’s that?” Asked Rebecca, her voice shaking slightly.

“Sounds like a gun.” Said Clementine, as someone walked into the lodge.

Soon, Clementine was kneeling on the ground floor of the lodge as a man in the fur-collared coat stalked in front of them. One of his guys got shot, which led him to killing Walter, a member of Kenny’s group. The guy grabbed Alvin and started to march him towards the window. As fast as she could, Clementine found herself frantically hopping towards the man and Alvin. She’d just reached them when the man pulled the trigger, killing Alvin. The man turned and looked at Clementine, before grabbing her.

Kenny glared at the man as he walked into the lodge with his hands raised.

B

Clementine watched a red-haired measured her remaining leg.

“Do you have the other shoe?” Asked the woman, with a southern accent.

“It’s in my bag.” Muttered Clementine, getting a nod from the woman.

“Okay,” the woman nodded, “I’ll talk to Bill on our way back.”

Clementine watched as the woman walked off, with Clementine looking at a butterfly on the tree. While she waited for Sarah to finish, Clementine stared around her. Soon after, she and Sarah were back in the truck, with Carver giving Clementine a slap for ‘being rude’ to him.

Clementine felt her missing foot hurt, before the truck stopped and they were led out of the truck and into a large store.

Clementine, being supported by Sarah, was led away from the rest of the group and into a work area.

“Oh,” Said A tall dark-skinned man with a thick beard, “You must that girl Bonnie talked about, c’mere, I have something that might help.”

Clementine, still supported by Sarah, reluctantly limped forwards, the man quickly grabbing her and putting her on the desk.

“This is probably my best work,” Said the man, attaching something to Clementine’s stump, “Bonnie came in with the shoe, so I integrated it with the rest of the leg. It’s adjustable, so you can lengthen it as you grow.”

Clementine frowned at the leg, before tentatively putting her weight on it.

“Of course, you’ll need to practice walking with it,” Said the man, “I’ve already cleared it with Bill, the sooner you learn, the sooner you can help.”

Clementine gave him a small nod, before she limped away, Sarah helping her keep her balance.

B

“What is she doing?” Asked Nick, as Clementine limped her way around the yard.

“Learning how to walk with a prosthetic.” Said Reggie, as Clementine stumbled slightly, “I think.”

While Clementine and Sarah had been gone, Carlos had been taken to work on some people and Kenny had talked to Reggie and gotten some information about the place. After being told it was time to go to sleep, Clementine uncomfortably lowered herself onto the ground and went to sleep.

B

Clementine winced as her leg hurt, but she’d made good progress with walking on it. Her limp was almost unnoticeable, and she could go at a light jog. She had watched Jane kick a walker’s leg out and drive a screwdriver into the monster’s brain. Deciding to follow the older woman’s example, Clementine kicked the prosthetic leg out and stabbed it in the head with a hunting knife when it came down. Glancing to the side, Clementine saw Sarah whaling on a walker with a baseball bat, while another girl tried to shove a machete through a Walker’s chin and into its brain.

Clementine noticed another Walker stumbling up to her, with her repeating the technique Jane was using and dispatched the Walker. Soon afterwards Troy and Tavia had Bonnie take her, Sarah, the other girl and Jane back inside, while they went to the treeline. They returned empty handed.

B

Clementine absently rubbed her stump; it had healed enough for her lose some of the bandages. Kenny had been flagged down by Luke and they’d formed a plan to get him a radio. Initially, Clementine had been volunteered to get the radio, until Mike pointed out her missing leg. After some discussion, Jane had, reluctantly, gone and got the radios. Clementine had been taken by Shel and was walking on it when Bonnie came to collect her. Reaching the yard, Clementine saw a beaten and bruised Luke and a ranting Carver. Everything happened so fast, Kenny produced the radio and was beaten with it. Her mind going back to Alvin, Clementine tried to run forwards, only for Troy to hit her with his gun.

Then, everything was dark.

Clementine didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, but she was aware of two things. One; her face hurt, and two; her leg was missing. Sitting up, Clementine looked around the yard, there was no one here. She tried to hop over to the other beds, but just hit the ground.

“Careful, Clementine.”

Clementine froze, before looking up as Carver stepped out of the shadows, “You could hurt yourself.”

“W-where’s everyone?” Clementine tried to crawl away from him, but he reached her in a few strides.

“They’re gone.” Said Carver, “They left you here. All of them.”

Clementine froze, “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Asked Carver, “I distinctly remember Kenny saying you got your whole group killed, mentioned some Lee guy in particular.”

Clementine felt her throat grow tight.

“Said you should’ve died from that bite, like Lee was forced to.” Drawled Carver, “And Luke, he said you should’ve tried harder to save Alvin, Rebecca and the others agreed with him. Hell, even that Indian woman and her friend blame you for, what was his name? Walter? Walter’s death.”

Clementine swallowed as Carver grabbed her, “You’re alone.”

Clementine felt Carver shaking her, before she heard someone tell her to wake up. The next second, Clementine bolted upright, as Pete leaned back on his heels.

“You alright?” Asked Pete, as Clementine looked around. The group was still here, Carlos was leaning over Kenny and her leg was discarded next to a chair. Frowning, Clementine looked at her stump.

“Yeah, Carver was going to take it, but Carlos managed to convince him to leave it here.” Said Pete, before getting up and returning it to her, “C’mon, Jane’s should be back soon.”

“Where is she?” Asked Clementine, as Pete helped her up.

“She’s setting up the speakers to play and attract the herd Luke told us about.” Explained Pete, as he guided Clementine over to the group, “Bonnie’s helping us, we’re just waiting on her signal.”

Clementine nodded, resting her weight on her remaining leg. Kenny slowly made his way over, joining them as they waited.

B

Things went to shit. Kenny killed Carver, bashing his head in with a crowbar, Clementine, Pete and Rebecca stayed and watched, they’d smeared themselves in Walker guts and Jane killed Troy by shooting him in the crotch. Luke had asked Sarah to stay near Clementine and they’d started walking through the herd.

Then Carlos was shot, Matthew was devoured, and Sarita got bit. Sarah ran off, but Pete, Luke and Nick managed to catch up to her and guide her towards the forest. Clementine met up with Rebecca and Jane and quickly joined them.

“You guys alright?” Asked Luke, as Sarah cried.

“Rebecca’s in pain and my leg hurts,” Clementine shrugged, “but, I think we’re alright.”

Luke nodded, before they started off to the meet up site.

B

Kenny arrived with Sarita, giving everyone a dark glare, before they stopped at a bench.

“We’re gonna need stuff, supplies.” Said Pete, looking around, “Warm clothes, stuff to help Rebecca.”

“Kenny was a dad before.” Said Clementine, looking around them, “He could help.”

“Being a father and delivering a child are two very different things.” Refuted Pete, “It might not help.”

“Clem could try and talk to him.” Suggested Bonnie, “It could help.”

Pete wasn’t convinced but didn’t stop Clementine from going over to him. They heard Kenny shouting, before Clementine turned around and limped away.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me.” Said Clementine, limping towards Rebecca.

Sighing, Pete instructed Luke and Nick to keep watch for Walkers, before asking Mike and Bonnie to go down to museum and scavenge anything they find there, he looked at Clementine, and asked her to go with Jane to the visitor’s centre. Choosing to keep an eye on Rebecca and Sarah, Pete sighed deeply.

Meanwhile, Clementine limped after Jane, before coming to a stop next to a closed giftshop. Jane asked her to keep an eye out, with Clementine looking through some binoculars out at the landscape. She spotted a town and a few other points of interest, before she caught sight of a guy walking towards them.

After greeting him, Clementine didn’t have any time to stop Jane from grabbing him and threatening him. Clementine, after being told to by Jane, Clementine checked the bag the guy had dropped. Upon seeing the medicine in the bag, Clementine was faced with a choice; take the bag or give it back. Kenny, Luke and Rebecca could use it, but the guy said it was for his sister. There was only enough for one dose. Thinking it through, Clementine closed the bag and gave it back to the guy.

With Jane threatening him one last time, the guy left. Clementine watched him leave, before Luke came up to her and she told him what happened. He ran off to talk to Jane, leaving Clementine to limp back to the rest of the group. After getting back to Pete and telling him what happened, the man just sighed and told her to go down to museum and check on Mike and Bonnie.

B

Bonnie bit back a wince as Clementine’s prosthetic leg skidded on part of the floor and sent the girl to the ground with a heavy thud. Mike let out a short laugh, before helping Clementine up.

“You alright, Clem?” Asked Bonnie, as Mike went back to looking for the raccoon.

“Yeah,” Clementine brushed herself down, “I’m fine.”

“That raccoon’s gone.” Said Mike, joining them, “But, at least we got water and a coat for Rebecca.”

Clementine nodded and they walked back to Parker’s Run. They gave Nick a wave, as Mike joined him on watch, with Clementine and Bonnie joining Pete by Rebecca and Sarah.

“How’s things here?” Asked Bonnie, as Rebecca breathed heavily.

“Rebecca’s gotten worse,” Sighed Pete, “Sarah’s not said much, and I don’t know where the hell Luke is.”

“I last saw him with Jane.” Said Clementine, before looking at the bench where Kenny was, “Where’s Kenny?”

“He went into a tent with Sarita.” Answered Pete, “Given his attitude towards you earlier, I felt it was best to leave him alone.”

Clementine nodded, before walking over to the tent and ducking inside. Pete sighed, “Why am I not surprised?”

A couple minutes later, Clementine exited the tent followed by Kenny. After quickly triaging Rebecca, Nick told them about some Walkers coming towards them, which led them to falling back to the giftshop Clementine mentioned. Where they found Luke and Jane having sex.

“Are you two fuckin’ kidding me?!” Demanded Kenny, giving them a dark glare, “There’s a baby comin’, and we got Walkers on our asses and you two a rollin’ in the hay like a pair of fuckin’ teenagers?!”

Luke opened his mouth to argue, only for Pete to give him a fierce look.

“Go help the others, both of you.” Ordered Pete, before looking at Sarah, “Sarah, I want you to stay near Kenny and Rebecca.” He looked at Kenny, “She’s read a few medicine books, hopefully it’ll all kick in.”

Kenny gave him a nod, giving ordered to Sarah. They’d just managed to close and lock the gate when the Walkers reached them. Pete glanced at Clementine, the girl twisting her hunting knife in her hand. The sounds of Rebecca screaming as she gave birth continued to attract Walkers. They put the Walkers down as they arrived, Pete had worried that the gate might collapse, but them putting the Walkers down as they arrived eased those worried, especially since they’d stumble over themselves.

When the screaming stopped, Clementine rushed into the giftshop, for a moment they worried that the baby didn’t make it, until he started crying.

B

Jane left during the night, with Kenny and Luke almost having a set to when Luke got upset. There’d been the disagreement about when they should head out to the town. Luke wanted to wait a few days for Rebecca to recover, whereas Kenny wanted to leave first thing in the morning.

Clementine sided with Kenny, stating that they didn’t have anything to make Rebecca better. Pete had understood her logic, especially since Rebecca needed more than just rest. She needed medicine and a doctor, neither of which they had.

Luke was giving Kenny and Clementine dark looks, while Pete and Nick walked ahead. They’d walked a while, before Rebecca had to rest. Then some Russian guy turned up, saying that Clementine and Jane robbed him, which Clementine said was a lie. Things got tense, they pointed their guns at each other.

Then Rebecca turned, and Clementine put her down. Then the shootout began.

They’d managed to get to cover, Kenny shooting the Russian woman in the chest, Clementine rushed out and grabbed the baby, before she ducked behind a wall with Luke, only for the young man to get shot in the leg. One of the Russian’s was shot in the leg and killed by Kenny, the remaining Russian started shooting wildly, prompting Kenny to grab the younger one, Clementine said his name was Arvo, and hold him hostage. Arvo’s sister reanimated and Clementine put her down, making Arvo wrench himself free from Kenny, leaving the man open to attack from the remaining Russian. Then Jane came back, revealing herself by stabbing one of the Russians in the back of the neck, prompting Kenny to shoot him in the head.

Pete looked around, Luke’s leg was bleeding profusely, Clementine’s leg had come off, everyone was shaken up and Rebecca was dead. Pete watched as Arvo observed Clementine’s leg, as the girl unsteadily balanced herself on her remaining foot with her hand on Sarah’s shoulder.

“She’d turned.” Said Pete, making Arvo look up at him, “Your sister. She’d turned.” Pete knelt down and looked Arvo squarely in the eye, “Now, tell me the truth. Did Clementine and Jane steal from you?”

Arvo looked at Pete, before looking down. Pete sighed, looking up at the group, “We need to keep moving.”

Kenny loaded his gun and pointed it at Arvo, resulting in Mike getting between them.

“He knows the area better than we do.” Said Pete, helping Arvo up and looking at him, “Don’t make me regret this. Because if you do anything that get anyone else killed, Kenny will be the least of your worries. I survived Vietnam and the Gulf for a reason.”

Arvo swallowed but nodded.

B

They walked for a few hours, Luke’s leg slowing them down. Clementine suggested that they cut his leg off, playfully saying that then she wouldn’t be the only cripple in the group. That got her a swat from Kenny, along with a short conversation that she wasn’t a cripple. Sarah chimed in saying most cripples were paraplegics.

Arvo had led them to a power station, saying it was the halfway point between where they met to the house. Clementine watched as Pete and Nick took turns watching Arvo, as Bonnie got a fire started. They ended up naming the baby, Kenny suggested that they name him after his father, Alvin. AJ, despite looking cute, obviously had already picked his favourites, since he made all kinds of fuss if anyone by Clementine and Kenny were holding him. Clementine laughed her hat off when AJ threw up all down Nick’s front.

Pete listened to the group talk, silently sighing when he heard Kenny scold Clementine for having a swig of rum.

B

Clementine rushed up behind a Walker that was reaching up for Kenny, jamming her prosthetic into the Walker’s leg and driving her knife into its skull. Watching the corpse flop over, the group quietly moved towards a frozen lake.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Sword Nick, looking at Arvo, “There’s no way that’s going to hold us.”

“It might if we spread out.” Suggested Clementine, “You know, not clump together.”

Everyone stared at Clementine, before Pete sighed, “Alright, let’s give it a shot.”

It took them a while, but they managed to get across the lake safely. They almost didn’t, since Clementine had crossed over a thin patch, most likely made by Arvo’s group ice-fishing, and fell into the water. They ended up shooting the ice and Jane pulled Clementine out, fortunately Clementine’s leg remained attached. Pete didn’t want to worry about finding her a replacement or some crutches.

After lighting a fire and getting Clementine warmed up, Pete had Nick, Bonnie and Mike look for supplies. Fortunately, they found a bag in the house. Pete planned on heading into town, in the hopes of finding more before moving on.

Kenny went outside to work on a truck, and got it to work, Clementine just walked around, offering her help to the others. It was night sooner than they would’ve liked, most of them fell into an uneasy sleep. Halfway through the night, Clementine woke up and wandered outside.

“Don’t you think you, Pete and Kenny are being too hard on the kid?” Asked Mike, looking at Nick.

“He lied about Clem and Jane stealing from him, then his group tried to kill us.” Scoffed Nick, giving Mike a glare.

“I’m just saying.” Defended Mike, before spotting Clementine, “Oh.”

In the blink on an eye, Nick had spun around and reflexively fired a shot. Clementine felt something impact her left shoulder, knocking her to the ground.

Pete, Kenny and Luke suddenly burst out of the house, Pete spotting Clementine and Nick looking shocked and holding the gun.

“Nick, you fucking idiot.” Cursed Luke, hobbling over to Clementine.

Clementine let out a soft groan, as Pete knelt down and lifted her up, “Looks like it went straight through her.” Pete looked at Nick, “Nick, give Mike the gun.”

Nick hurriedly pressed the gun into Mike’s hands, before hurrying off into the house.

B

They loaded everyone into the truck, some of them having to sit in the flatbed. Clementine, Sarah, Luke, Kenny, Jane and AJ were in the cab, while Mike, Nick, Bonnie, Arvo and Pete sat in the flat bed.

“Could really use an RV right now.” Shivered Bonnie, making Luke stick his head out the window, “We’re keeping an eye out for one, but we might have to go back to Howe’s.”

“We ain’t goin’ back there!” Snapped Kenny, casting a glare at Luke.

“We’re going to need more supplies.” Argued Luke, getting a sigh from Pete.

“Maybe we can go and get the supplies and then move on.” Suggested Clementine, looking at them.

“That’s not a bad idea.” Commented Jane, as Kenny growled under his breath.

B

“That everything?”

Clementine looked up at Kenny from the bag she and Sarah were moving.

“Yeah.” Clementine nodded, “Pete’s managed to find an RV with all the stuff inside it.”

Kenny nodded, moving back towards the vehicles. Jane had wanted to stay, which Kenny had been against. The group was splitting in two, Luke, Jane, Bonnie, Mike and Arvo were staying at Howe’s, while Kenny, Pete, Clementine, Sarah, and Nick were going to head to Wellington. Luke and Jane had tried to keep AJ with them, but Clementine had stonewalled them. Eventually they gave up, but Clementine felt that Luke still wanted to fight about it.

“C’mon,” Ordered Pete, “Time to go.”

Clementine and Sarah got on the RV, with Clementine checking on AJ before they sat down. Reaching down and removing her leg, Clementine ran her hand over her stump, watching as Howe’s got smaller in the distance. Feeling Sarah’s cheek resting on her head, Clementine let sleep claim her.

Next Story: What if Carver had another doctor?

[thecrusadercomrade]

Hey, you never know, it might've been a dog XD.

“pete got bit!”

“what happened?”

[diientedegato]

More (last year? haha) Sketches

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[thecrusadercomrade]

Just started replaying season 2 today. This first episode alone makes me wish they'd done so much more with Nick, he's one of the most interesting members of the cabin group by far. Also wouldn't have minded more time with Pete. I feel like things might've gone a bit better with someone as level-headed and competent as him around to take charge, though I could also see him butting heads with Kenny.

[terrak0]

I know it feels more canon to go with Pete during the river scene in the first episode in s2, but I honestly really like the interaction we have with Nick in the shed when we go with him instead, that’s what I’ve chosen to do the last few times I played through.