#the walkign dead game season 3

[yellowsugarwords]

i would love to see that 400 days analysis thing you were talking about!!!! the characters actually deserved so much better than what they got. i’m still salty about it to this day bc russell is honestly probably my favorite character from the whole series and they just gave my boy nothing :(( and like i still genuinely want to know what happened when the hardware store was overrun. like did they make it out?? are they still together?? it bugs me that i’ll never know but anyways, they deserved so much better. i always make the effort to at least let them have a cameo in s2 when i’m playing.

OMG I can’t believe you guys like reading my little ramblings omg

SO this is referring to this post where I mention I should rant about how the 400 days characters got shafted, so here it is!!

First, I want to start by saying I think it was intended for the 400 days characters to have a bigger role in season 2, and I think that can be one of the bigger problems in episode-based games.

If you don’t have the entire season - hell, even the entire franchise - planned from the start, it can lead to problems like this. A lot of people commented on how twdg seasons/episodes could feel disjointed from the previous ones, and I think that’s a result of not having a complete, full-vision before the production on the season starts.

Personally, whether it was planned out entirely or not, the first season flows like it was panned out from the start. Every plot beat, character, situation, location, and enemy plays a role in the overarching story (for the most part). In comparison, season 2 felt a little more disjointed. Some of the characters felt like throwaways, and some felt like their character motives shifted suddenly or they acted wildly out of character (see: Kenny, Jane, and Luke, to name a few). Of course, this isn’t inherently bad - media changes character dynamics all the time - but it did leave many wondering ‘why’?

In reality, this could be a sign of writers not having the entire story planned from the start of production, leading them to scramble with how to get characters from point A to point B. This could also be why a lot of the decisions in twdg could f4eel like they didn’t hold much weight. Because the story wasn’t planned from the get-go, it would make sense that many decisions didn’t have long-term consequences. The game wasn’t scripted out to have those decisions matter down the line.

ANYWAYS LOL that’s what I think at least.

[yellowsugarwords]

Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “Let It Pass”

Title: Let It Pass

Characters: Clementine, Javi, Gabe, Kate

Summary: Due to her 9th birthday being surrounded by death and sadness, Clementine becomes bitter about her following ones. Come her 14th birthday, although unaware of the reasoning behind her hatred of the date, Javi and friends take it upon themselves to ensure she has the best birthday possible.

Author's Note: Guys I am SO proud of this one!!! It’s so cute and pure! Enjoyyyy :)

Requested By: Anonymous

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“Soooooo Clem,” Javi’s voice caused Clementine’s muscles to hinge. The way he was speaking — his unique singsong tone — emitted an eerie vibe.

The teen turned, scanning the male up and down. Her gaze tore from her notebook she was holding — it in her left hand, and her pen in her right. Javi was leering toward her a pace away, the largest grin she had ever seen slapped onto his lips. In response, her brows furrowed. “What?”

The male rocked back and forth on his heels, his smirk growing with each sway. “There’s an important day coming up, isn’t there?”

Clementine’s neck knocked back at the statement. Her stare fluttered left, then right, then returned. Adjusting her stance, she ditched the notebook she was holding onto the picnic bench at her right and crossed her arms, clicking her pen closed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Clem smirked, rolling her eyes and snatching her notebook. “That’s not an important day.”

Silence hung overhead as Clem popped her book open to the page she had last been at, untucking the folded corner and clicking her pen, returning to her note-jotting.

While watching, Javi stood motionless, studying her every move in awe. “You’re kidding, right?”

Clem turned again, shrugged her shoulders in his direction, averting her gaze to her notebook before speaking. “Not really.”

Javi pursued his lips, his arms crossing before his chest. “Kids always love birthdays.”

“Birthdays don’t make sense in this world,” Clem claimed, snapping her notebook shut, attaching the pen to the elastic holding it closed. “Living another year isn’t a celebration.”

“It should be.”

Clem chuckled softly, tucking her notebook under her arm and shooting her stare toward the male. Her stare looked aged, weathered, not a stare a teenager should wear. It was one of knowledge, of pain, of witnessing what she wished she hadn’t. “If only.” With a nod signalling her departure, she started away.

Javi squinted, watching her carefully as she rounded one of Richmond’s many corners, vanishing to a destination unknown.

Rustling from behind him sounded, followed by a surprised cough and the shuffling of dirt. “Did you get anything?”

Turning around, Javi met Gabe fumbling out of a bush to the side of Richmond’s park. The plan was for Javi to squeeze some info out of Clem, something that the two of them could grab her for her birthday, while Gabe hid and attempted to overhear. After all, Javi was never good at relaying information.

With a sigh only through his nose, Javi shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Ugh,” Gabe groaned, pushing himself to his feet and brushing off his dusty jeans. “What are we supposed to do?”

“Don’t know,” Javi murmured, rubbing his chin. “But we can’t do nothing.”

From across the way, overhearing the entire scene, Kate set the half-drained water bottle she had been fiddling with to the side and pushed herself to her feet. “Nothing is probably your best bet.”

The two turned, fully-facing the woman sauntering in their direction. Kate trotted down the front steps of one of Richmond’s warehouses, abandoning her seat on the pavement.

“Wait, you could hear us from over there?” Gabe gawked, pointing to where she had been. He scoffed, throwing his hands to his sides. “Then why did I need to hide in the bush?”

“Clementine doesn’t want anything for her birthday.” Kate claimed, ignoring Gabe. “And I think it would be best if all of us obeyed that request.”

Javi shook his head, his hands extended in confusion. “But why?” He hesitated, his gaze zeroing in on the woman before them. “Do you know why doesn’t she want to celebrate?”

Kate crossed her arms, almost defensively, before continuing. “I do.” Her nostrils flared in self defence. “Frankly, it makes quite a lot of sense.”

Javi said nothing, as if waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t, he waved his arms impatiently. “So, what is it?”

She squinted. “It’s upsetting, Javi. We shouldn’t push her.” Her furrow melted into a frown, one that only took a mere change of eyebrow positioning. “Her birthday isn’t a happy time. It’s disheartening.”

Gabe, now looming closer toward the woman, softened. “What do you mean?”

Kate’s grip on her arms fell, allowing the limbs to hang limply by her side. “She’s lost so many people. So many that were family to her,” She shook her head, riding her face of any pity. “It would feel like a stab in the back to those she’s lost to celebrate that she’s alive.”

Javi said nothing, the wallowing of their sadness engulfing him. “But that’s not what a birthday is for.”

“That’s what it’s seen as being now, Javi.” Kate claimed, her eyes swept with more pity than anger. She couldn’t fault him for not understanding the girl’s mind. She had been through more than all of them combined - none of them would ever truly be able to understand. Her gaze fell more, her next words hanging on the edge of her lips. “Especially to Clementine.”

Javi frowned, recalling the recount Clementine had given him about Lee. She hadn’t been too descriptive but, receiving further bits of information from others she had told, he was able to piece together the story on his own.

“How do you know all of this?” Gabe questioned, lips forming into a pout. Why the girl hadn’t come to him — someone he assumed she had a lot of trust in — was beyond him.

Kate smirked, arms crossing. “We have girl talk from time to time.”

“So, she doesn’t want to celebrate out of guilt?” Javi questioned, referring back to their previous point. The statement cut off Gabe — ready to interject once more.

Kate shrugged, her arms swaying within their grasps. “That’s one way to put it.”

Javi hummed, turning to survey the park, taking one general sweep of the area. The playground, the picnic tables, the trees, the buildings. There had to be something here they could throw together. He knew it. He just needed to figure out what.

His gaze snapped to the clattering of plates behind him, Kate and Gabe following his stare. Two Richmond residents — the ones in charge of organizing meals — were unloading crates of dishes to prep for their next feast.

Then, it came to him.

He whipped around to face his nephew. He snapped his fingers, pointing both hands at the teen. “Gabe, can you distract Clementine until tonight?”

Gabe scoffed, crossing his arms and shaking his head, as if to act cocky. “I guess I can do that.” Javi and Kate passed knowing glances at one another. Spotting them, as well as their coy smirks, Gabe dropped the act. His arms crashed to his sides in defeat. “But why?”

Javier merely smirked, wandering toward Kate and tugging her arm, bringing her in the direction of the kitchen. “We’re throwing her a dinner party.”

Gabe blinked, confused as he watched the two scurry. At first, he could see Kate’s questioning gaze before flooding with sudden understanding, beaming up at her partner in silent admiration.

“What?” Gabe scoffed.

“Have her back here for eight!” Javi called over his shoulder, tugging Kate into Richmond’s kitchen.

Hours passed, and Gabe’s attempt at ‘entertaining’ the girl had been — while somewhat telling — successful. Toward the end of their evening together, Clementine had a hunch about the male’s feelings. Then again, she had a hunch all along.

He had attempted to crack some awkward jokes about her coming of age, but the girl playfully smirked and rolled her eyes at each one. “You’re the worst.” She would say.

“I know.” He would say.

As the night waned on, the sun having just set, Gabe smirked and stood. Turning to face the girl still sitting against the edge of a fence, he extended his hand. “Follow me.”

Clementine raised an eyebrow, shifting her gaze from him, to his palm, and back again. “What?” She crossed her arms, skepticism flooding her. “Why? Where are you taking me?”

Gabe paused, scrambling to think of a solid excuse before opening his mouth to fumble out an answer. “We missed dinner.” He shrugged sheepishly, knowing full-well his statement was silly. “We should get something to eat.”

While confused at the boy’s strange nature, she shrugged it off merely as him being flustered and slipped her hand into his. “Lead the way, then.”

The two trotted along, Gabe having awkwardly released her hand the moment she stood before rubbing the sweat off on his jeans. They trotted in peaceful silence, one of them occasionally making a comment about Richmond or the food they were about to receive.

As they rounded the corner toward the kitchen, as Clementine’s excitement about their soon-to-be-meal spiked, she froze drinking in the sight before her.

By one of the picnic benches outside of the park stood Javi and Kate, beaming before a fully stocked table. On some of the park’s trees sat streamers and lights — some broken and malfunctioning — but glimmering nonetheless.

At one end of the table sat a single cupcake with a candle placed delicately in the centre — Clementine assumed said spot was hers — while around the table sat ten plates and empty seats.

“We’re having a birthday celebration,” Javi claimed, his smile tender and warm. “And we’re celebrating with all the people we know would be happy you’re still here.”

Clementine’s eyes swept over the table, lingering against each plate carefully, spotting delicately crafted name tags placed before each. Kenny, Ben, Carly, her mom, her dad, Duck, Kajtaa, Sarita, Omid, and to the right of her spot, a walkie-talkie lying in the centre of the plate, Lee.

Her gaze lifted from the scene, lingering against the three who had set up the display for her, drinking in their hopeful, tender smiles.

They remembered them. They remembered every person she had told them about.

Without control, she began to sob, her head lowering to hide her tears from the three she now considered family. How they had remembered every story so vividly was beyond her, but the fact that they went the extra mile to make her birthday memorable — to make it happy and full of love — she would never be able to repay.

She could feel a set of arms work their way around her, and when she opened her teary gaze, an orange hat was pressed to the side of her face, soaking up her falling tears.

“It’s okay, Clem.” Gabe whispered, his hands gingerly rubbing her back. “Happy birthday.”

Her arms wound around him in response.

Maybe, the three occupied plates and chairs could be filled for longer than the rest of the empty table. She could only hope so.

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