#aj and clem

[clemtwdg95]

Clementine comforts AJ in their new home ❤️

GIFs made by me.

[yellowsugarwords]

does anyone remember their initial reaction to the very end of twdgtfs? because I vividly remember my reaction. I cried for like 45 minutes and then rewatched a playthrough of the entire episode

[m0sstrx]

a moment of peace

[spacedlexi]

i only do memes when theyre past their expiration date

[koolaidashley]

Played walking dead game n I love the traumatized adoptive teen mom n her murder son so flipping much 🥺🥺🥺

[waskojey]

"we need more complex female characters" and bitches could barely handle her!!!

[mashkustal]

"GROUNDED". PART#1

Short fan comic about Clem by me

[mashedmangos]

Pre-season 3 was a wild ride for him...

[lesblizzard-ultradyke]

twdg sketches,,, clem and aj in that funny sweater from concept arts

and louis in his stupid fucking glasses from concept arts.... i feel like... they shoudlve kept this a thing. i feel like this dude would look extremely ridiculous in those 90% of the time except for 10% when he would do cool shit and then slide the glasses off his nose all cool style!! and go like "haha r u ok kid"

and a replication of ms martins based on her walker self... shes actually so cool in my head like look i think that violet wasn't doing great with her peers before apocalypse (and hated louis the rich boy especially and even stabbed him at some point) so ms martins would let vi stay in her office very often. and i think violet actually has that whole "i like to be quiet sometimes" thing in her head cus that's something that ms martins told her once............ and there's nothing in the game indicating they were very close.. so what...

[clemtwdg95]

AJ being protective of Clem 🥺❤️

"I'll always protect you." 😭❤️

GIFs made by me.

[yellowsugarwords]

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

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

𝙄𝙛 𝙄𝙩 𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨

「  TWDG: Jane, Clementine, and AJ  」

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

Words: 1.4k words [ ⏱︎ 8 mins ]

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“I hate it when you drive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does that mean?”

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

“Wing it?”

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

“Improvise?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jane audibly sighed. “Clem-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not a kid.”

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

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

“Clementine-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[heartsquigz]

keychain idea :p

[spacedlexi]

this is late but its ok they dont know what fuckin day it is either

[whut-da-brunch]

Thinking about how much they fumbled with Jane in Season 3. Like we've clearly established that Jane is the embodiment of "fuck them kids and fuck you too" SOOO why the fuck didn't she just DIY abort??? THINK ABOUT IT!!! There's no way in hell she wouldn't at least TRY to get rid of the baby. Girl don't hang yourself grab the hanger!!!!

[spiderflores]

Clementine !! 🍊🪓

[mashkustal]

"GROUNDED". PART#2

Short fan comic about Clem by me. First part here