#twdg drabble

[lesvianism]

something something clementine missing climbing the bell tower after losing her leg so violet finds paint and covers the ceiling of their room with little stars so they can lay on the floor in a heap of pillows and blankets and make new constellations together

[p0lyn3sian]

Just pretend that you are Lee's daughter, but you are older than clementine, like about 4 years older.

So Clementine was 8 when Lee found her, and you are 12..

So here's a drabble I made, because I was bored in class.

Pronouns are used: she/her

When the apocalypse hit, you were on your way back from school to go home. Your father (Lee) was going to jail, because he killed the man that slept with your so-called mom, so you were living with your grandparents (Lee's parents).

While walking back home, you heard screaming from your neighbors house, but you didn't want to check it out since your next door neighbors are always fighting about something stupid.

You then put the key in the door knob and open the door. "Mama, Papa, I'm back!" It was deadly silent in the house, which meant that something happened.

Usually, it's always loud, like the TV that's on, sizzling in the kitchen that something is cooking, cupboards are open from your grandma getting stuff out of there.

But it was deadly silent, so you went into the living room to see the TV off, but no grandpa, then the kitchen but no grandma. So you decided to check upstairs to see if your grandparents were there..

You checked your room, bathroom, and the guest room, but no one was in those rooms. You then checked your grandparents room, and there they were!

"Oh my gosh! Thank God you guys are here, I was looking for you everywhere in the house!"

They were standing oddly still like one of those horror movies you always watched. "Ma..?"

As you come closer to your grandparents, all you hear are zombie-like noises from them. Until, they both turned around and tried to bite you. You screamed and got the nearest sharpest thing by you.

You then stabbed both of them with your grandma's umbrella.. you looked at both of them and you broke down into tears, realizing you killed your own grandparents.

As you are crying, you come close to them again, seeing that they are zombies. No life is in their eyes, just dead. You then went and packed food and things to help you around your deadly town and went outside to find people that aren't zombies.

"I'm sorry, Ma and Pa, I'm so sorry.."

You are currently on the run from zombies, it's been a week and a half, trying to find your dad and running from zombies. You then saw a motel and it looked like people built it.

So then you went to the guarded motel, and tried to find a way in, and you then opened one of the motel doors that were left open, because most of them were either blocked or locked.

As you were looking outside of the window, you saw survivors around a campfire. Until, a little girl with a letter 'D' on her hat pointed at the room you were in.

'Shit! How did she know that I was in here!?' you thought, then a man that looked like he was in his 50s or 60s, and he walked to the room you were in.

Larry then busted down the door and yelled at the unknown person that clementine pointed to.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, AND HOW DID YOU GET IN!"

Larry stared at the girl and dragged her by her hair, "HEY, STOP PULLING ME BY MY HAIR, YOU OLD ASS!" The girl yelled at Larry.

"Tie this stupid girl up so she doesn't run away!" Larry screamed at everyone, and so Carely went and got the ropes and tied the girl, and lily grabbed the tape and taped the girl's mouth.

"MMMFF," came out of the girl's mouth. Lee then came out of one of the motel rooms that was upstairs, probably finding food or anything useful for the group, and saw everyone gathered around someone.

He then went downstairs, wondering why everyone was yelling at the person.

Everyone formed a circle around you and yelled at you asking you questions, even though your mouth was taped. "Are you here just to rob us!?" Said from a bob cut hair lady.

"MMMFFFF!" You tried talking to the idiots that tied you up. Until a voice was over heard from the group that was asking you questions.

'That voice, I remember that voice!' you thought..

Then, the group moved away for the man to come by, and you froze. You then broke down to tears seeing your father right in front of your eyes, all alive and well.

Seeing that your father was alright, he came by and luckily he had a combat knife, and ripped off the rope with your arms and the tape too.

You then hugged your father tightly, "I miss you so much, dad!" Lee replied "I miss you so much too, (y/n).."

You couldn't stop crying, missing your father so much, and how scary it was being by yourself for a week and a half.

Clementine couldn't help but hug you and Lee, feeling like you both need it. You then looked at the little girl, and smiled at her. Your father introduces Clementine to you and he said he found her when he was running away from the zombies.

You then looked at Clementine and asked your father if she's gonna be your sibling, and of course he said yes. You were the only child your parents had, and you always wanted a sibling!

You hugged clementine, and Clementine hugged you back. Clementine also had no siblings and she was so glad she now has a sibling, and a father to help her keep safe from away danger.

[spacedlexi]

God I hope that last unfinished ask didn't send. Hi, so, I'm the author of that Aftermath fic I only recently realized you bookmarked! (very creative w my urls I know) Just wanted to come say hello and I'm glad you like it, even with my terrible terrible update timing!

And, funny fact, I first got into twdg bc my friend showed me your streams, and we binged all of them, and I've since had a little brainworm of these kids running wild. Small world! Loved looking through your art after we finished the streams, too, beautiful work!!!!

it did not send dont worry aha

and AAWW THATS SO CUTE !! i love hearing when people get into it by watching my old streams

i love "the trials and tribulations of clementines recovery" fics Very much. just reading through it again i really love how you wrote her and in the comment i left i apparently really liked how you wrote everybody else too. i apparently thought it was wonderful :)

ALSO i see you just updated it??? 🏃‍♂️

and thank you so much 😭💕 !!

[etonisamess]

Hear me out, reconciliation AU,,,

Lilly still shoots Carley, gets kicked out the group and stuff,,

But Carley ends up surviving and gets rescued by a group (either a canon one or one i make up) before she bleeds out,,

Blah blah blah shit goes down and the group ends up seperated, while looking for a place to stay she ends up running into Lilly while shes hunting.

Then all the angst and arguing and what not followed up with Lilly leading Carley back to the camp.

Most of what my mushy brain has so far, i have not played the final season yet so this is heavy subject to change based on what i find out from that (they meet around the time of S4)

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Kira’s Masterlist

Mafia Trilogy, Mortal Kombat, Invincible, D.C., Marvel, The Hunger Games, House of Ashes, Slashers, Apex, Overwatch, TWDG, StarWars, Borderlands,..work in progress

Mafia Trilogy

Members Yandere types

Tommy Angelo

How many kids would he have?

Paulie Lombardo

¡Yandere! Paulie protects you

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Sam Trapani

¡Yandere!Sam getting rid of your admirer

Bonus pt.2^

Yandere alphabet-ABIJ

Yandere fluff

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Vito Scaletta

Dad Scaletta

Time traveler reader

Time traveler pt.2

Yandere Alphabet

Mortal Kombat 1, 11, and X

Mk11 and 1 w/ low emotional intelligence darling

Mk11 Yandere sub-zero and scorpion

Yandere MK11 harem x reader

Yandere MK11 harem pt.2

revenant harem w/ queen darling

Fluffy Kira’s favorites with a clingy s/o

Yandere Johnny,Lao and Erron with a darling in a wedding dress

Kung Lao

General Yandere headcannons

Comforts you from somniphobia/noctophobia

Erron Black

He kidnaps you

masochist drabble

Johnny Cage

Platonic yandere with a young star

Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Johnny w/ singer! S/O

Kenshi

yandere kenshi who is obsessed w/ your touch

Raiden

Yandere Raiden take cares of sick darling

Yandere Raiden with disabled darling

Yandere Raiden sleepwatches you

Yandere Raiden harem

Baraka

Soft yandere drabbles

Mark Grayson

Yan! Mark grayson gets jealous over your friends

Yan! Mark w/ rebel darling

DC

platonic yan! batboys reacting to you dating

Mark Grayson w/batsis (crackkkk)

platonic yan! jason x dick x batsis

Weaponized incompetence discussion post

Yan! Platonic! Jason and Dick w/ understanding batsis darling batboys w/ Autisic reader w/ oral fixation Batfam reacting to affectionate batsis

creep! Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon w/ darling that's taking a shower

Jason Todd

Platonic !yan¡ Jason w/ batsis darling

Platonic yan! Jason w/batsis that died by the joker with him

Platonic yan! Jason’s reaction to you dying and coming back

Dick Grayson

Platonic !yan! Dick w/ batsis darling

discussion post ^

Platonic!yan! Dick w/ bullied batsis

Romantic!yan! Dick w/baby trapped darling

Romantic! Yan! Dick kissing Drabble

Batsis reacts to cheating dick Grayson platonic yan!

Discussion post^^

"Attagirl"

How would Dick’s partner react to his obsession w/ bats is

Tim Drake

platonic!yan! Tim w/ batsis reader

Batchild! w/ platonic!Yan! Tim

Platonic! Yan! Tim w/ medic batsis

Bruce Wayne

Platonic Yan! Bruce w/ robin darling

Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian w/ assassin batsis

Super-family

General hcs w/ platonic yan! Superfam

Marvel

PS5 Peter Parker

yan! Peter x Yan! Harry x reader headcanons yan! Peter w/ darling at coney island

TASM! Peter Parker

Yan!peter kiddnapping darling who is visiting him

NWH! Peter Parker

Yan!peter Parker w/ darling who knows he’s a stalker

Yan!peter Parker reacting to villain darling from another universe

[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

[sunflower1me]

Title: Stuffy Nose

Fandom: Telltale's The Walking Dead Game ( TWDG )

Pairing: None / Gen (Could be read as Lee/Carley but there's nothing romantic going on)

Rating: (General/Teen/Mature/Explicit): General

Word Count: 100 / Drabble

Includes: Stuffy nose, one singular swear word

Summary: Carley unfortunately has to deal with a stuffy nose while on watch.

Created for @whumperless-whump-event Day 11

Ao3 Under The Cut!

[twdteacakes]

4 and 27?

4 and 27… Louis discovers something about himself

TWDG Drabble - Louis’ Green Thumb

Louis never pegged himself as a gardener. The mere thought of getting his hands dirty used to be repulsive. But now… It was oddly therapeutic.

His initial reaction had been confusion, when Ruby dragged him out of his room at first light, exhausted and blurry eyed, only to lead him to the greenhouse, and gesture at a small, fresh soil bed on the outskirts. His new plot. 

“Violet’s idea. Thought you could do with a hobby.” Ruby explained. She then placed her hand on his back, and ushered him closer. “I’ve put some seeds out for you. Why don’t you pick something and I’ll help you get started?”

Louis opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat. He was too tired to protest. His mahogany brown eyes floated across each packet, none of the labels able to spark any interest. Eventually, his gaze settled on a cartoonish sunflower, which had expressive eyes and pearly white teeth - its mouth stretched and frozen in a large grin.

“I guess I could try growing some sunflowers.” He mumbled, waving feebly in the seed packet’s general direction. 

“Oh, those can be a little tricky, especially at this time of year. But it’s a good goal to work towards!”

Louis sighed, and pocketed his first choice. “I don’t know, then… Potatoes?”

Ruby was overjoyed, and immediately fetched him a trowel. He remembered how that silver tool glistened in the morning sun.

Step One: Planting. 

Dig a reasonably sized, shallow hole, place the seed inside and cover it with soil. 

Ruby’s instructions managed to cut through the fog which clouded his mind, allowing him to complete this task with relative ease. Although he did grimace when he got dirt under his fingernails. He would have to scrub for weeks to get his hands clean again. 

Step Two: Watering

Sprinkle the seeds with water until the soil is damp, but not waterlogged. Repeat this process every day.

This was relatively easy too, although the watering can was quite heavy and he drenched his trousers in the process of carrying it. Afterwards, Ruby dusted off her hands and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, before busying herself with other duties. Louis knelt in the dirt, staring at his work for what felt like hours.

Many weeks later, Ruby’s carefully selected soil yielded delicious potatoes, which Omar added to their stew. The school praised Louis for his first successful batch of homegrown vegetables, and he politely accepted these kind words, even though he didn’t believe he deserved it.

He saw Violet smiling at him from across the table that moonlit night. 

Winter was fast approaching, causing frost to settle and his soil to harden, so Ruby offered him a plot inside the greenhouse. There, she let him loose with the reins, but still kept a watchful eye. He tried his luck with tomatoes, though they were less successful. Most withered before they even reached maturity, which unbelievably frustrated the boy. He was prepared to give up then and there, when Ruby offered him a small nugget of information. 

“Try talking to them, plants love that. Free oxygen! And the best part is, you can say whatever you want, and they won’t tell a single soul.”

So he started over, allowing himself to bake in the humid air for days on end, vented to those plants about his suffering, until finally, he produced two dozen tomatoes. A worthy inclusion to Omar’s stew.

The praise he got that night made him feel lighter than air.

Winter bled into spring, and that warm, calming breeze melted the ice and snow. He ventured outside once more, basked in the fresh air, before getting to work on his next project. Lavender. They carried an aroma so powerful, the scent lingered on his body and transferred to whatever surface he touched.

He presented the flowers he grew to Violet, as a thank you. They both wept, their emotions an odd hodgepodge of relief and anguish.

Summer arrived, bringing forth blistering heat. Louis ditched his trench coat and spent hours sweating under the fiery, intense sun - constantly mopping his brow, smearing dirt across his face, and slaving away on the sunflowers that he had been hoping to grow for so long.

Day after day, he crouched on his hands and knees, and whispered softly to his surrogate children. His words often contained traces of hope, but also deep seated grief.

Perhaps too much grief. Part of him was convinced that his sadness had caused them to dry and wither.

He wasn’t sure why he cried over them.

Either way, he still returned the next day, to dig up the remains and start over. 

Eventually, his persistence paid off, and four radiant sunflowers bloomed. They didn’t have smiley faces like on the packaging, but the pride that overwhelmed his features made up for that. Louis smiled, and laughed, but his laughter morphed into heart wrenching sobs.

After he stitched himself back together and got up off the floor, he plucked the sunflowers from their tall stems. He carried them to the graveyard, and placed them gently on a mound of earth, where blades of grass had already sprouted. 

He stared at the name carved into the wooden cross. 

Clementine.

“There you go, my darling. Sunflowers, just for you.”

(TWDG Mix n’ Match Challenge by @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale)

[mynameisave]

Safe

"Clem?" - Louis

"Yes, Lou?" - Clementine

"Can I admit something?" - Louis

"Of course." - Clementine

"I don't think that I'm a good boyfriend." - Louis

"What?! Why?!" - Clementine

"Because.. I can barely protect you. I mean, look at your leg. A fourth of it got cut off because I couldn't keep you safe!" - Louis

Louis sniffles, beginning to tear up.

"If I can't keep you safe, then why am I here, y'know..? Why are you with me if I let this happen to you?" - Louis

Clementine frowns.

"Hey. You didn't let it happen. This was all me. I promise, you're a great boyfriend. Minerva hurting me, or me getting bit never has and never will be your fault. Please don't let yourself think these things.." - Clementine

"I can try.." - Louis

Louis faintly smiles.

"So.. does this mean I'm a great boyfriend?" - Louis

"..yes, Lou." - Clementine

"Yay!" - Louis

Louis kisses Clementine's cheek.

"I love you, darling." - Louis

"I love you too, Lou." - Clementine

[lukesmachete]

Saw someone say Violentine is superior to Clouis because Clem can’t get pregnant that way and… what? Did I miss that part of the game where there was sexual tension between them? If you’re hating on a couple of teenagers just enjoying being with each other, because it’s m/f so they can have kids, that’s not on the ship. That’s on you for jumping straight into conclusions without even knowing anything about it

Love. Exists. Without. Sex. Get. That. Through. Your. Fucking. Skulls.

Also why is sex your first thought about teenage romance? That’s hella sus

[thedaddie]

MATCHUPS CLOSED~

i think i have a great amount of matchups to focus on after leaving my asks open for a few days!

getting to work rn 😈

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

[a small clouis drabble I had in my drafts from a story that I never finished/posted]

 Louis doesn’t know how to describe it.

The air in the room. The tension gripping his shoulders and the tenderness resting along his spine. The scent of rubbing alcohol mingling with blood. The dry weight behind his eyes. The quiet. This feeling.

Nausea, like his stomach slowly twists before giving a quick lurch into his throat, but never quite enough to make him sick. At least, not sick enough to remove himself from the chair or let go of Clementine’s hand. If anything, he held her hand closer to him, kissing the warm skin to remind himself she’s still here.

She’s still here, it’s really her laying in the bed before him… even if right now she doesn’t look like the Clementine he left on the other side of the fence.

His eyes droop shut for a moment as he rests his temple against their hands. As much as his eyes revel in the relief of remaining closed, it’s the emotion welling within his throat and dampening his lids that forces them open again.

If Louis doesn’t actively repress the tears, he’ll lose control and they’ll fall. He doesn’t want to wake AJ up from where he rests in the bed behind him. He’s gone longer without sleep than Louis has on top of everything else.

A small wince escapes Clementine’s throat, almost too quiet to hear. Louis rubs his free along her arm in soothing motions, but she doesn’t relax.

Her face isn’t the warm color he knows. He tries to remember the way she looked that night in the common room. She sat beside him on the piano bench with a flush in her cheeks and a smile lighting in her eyes. She grasped his hand right before she kissed him for the first time.

Now she’s sickly, face so damp that curls cling to her forehead. Darkness sinks in beneath her long lashes, fading out towards her cheeks and spreading along her eyelids. Her brows furrow from the pain he knows she’s in, and her lips press in a grimace.

He watches her chest rise with every inhale, and kisses her hand again, lingering longer this time.

“If I had known,” he barely utters, lips brushing her wrist.

If he had known, he would’ve climbed right back over the fence. No hesitation, no second thoughts. He would’ve helped them fight off the walkers, and helped her before the walker got ahold of her leg... would’ve thrown her and AJ up onto the safety of that ledge if he had to.

But he didn’t, and now they’re here.

Clementine with an amputated leg. AJ still recovering from what he had done. Louis sitting in this chair, damn near useless. All he can do is wait for her to open her eyes again.

[darling-clemmy]

extra clouis scene<3

a/n: hi, everyone. i know i haven’t written in forever, and i’m sure a lot of you have moved on from twdg or lost interest in clouis - which is totally fine! but i still wanna try and keep writing. hopefully. i know i keep saying that. i’m sorry. anyway, here’s a scene that i wrote for one of my first clouis fics, summer dreams, which was ultimately discontinued. love you all.

The moon hung tall in the summer sky, bleakly reflecting over the small lake Clem and Louis had just gotten out of. They now sat side by side on the course, beige sand in a comforting silence. Their shoulders grazed together ever so slightly, making Louis yearn for more physical contact with the beautiful girl. He figured they had had enough for one night, though, after their swimming experience.

“Thank you for tonight,” Clementine spoke in a soft voice. “That was the most fun I’ve had in a really long time.”

Louis turned his head to look at the girl, now clad in his black sweatshirt, and smirked. “Don’t mention it, I could say the same.”

“Well, I said it first. So, there.”

“You’re real charming, you know that?” Louis mentioned.

“Says you,” Clem replied, smiling. “Seeing as how it’s worked on me, I doubt you’ve ever had a hard time getting the girl.”

He shook his head. “We can’t be sure of that, seeing as you’re the only girl I’ve ever even tried to charm.”

Clem rolled her eyes, still looking ahead at the horizon. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“That I am not, darling.”

“Well, then I’m shocked.”

“And why’s that?”

She turned her head to look at the freckled boy beside her and lingered her stare for a moment. The best word to describe him was gorgeous, even if guys didn’t like being called that. He was gorgeous. Clem responded in a hushed voice, “Because you’re… you. The best guy I’ve ever met, in every way possible.”

Louis smiled wide and genuinely while trying to repress a heat spreading across his face. Nobody had ever appreciated him like Clementine did. Most people just disregarded everything he said once the jokes and card games ended. Not her, though, as passionate and fearlessly as she adored him. She did so much that even Louis, with his low self-esteem and worth, could tell she did.

He wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulders, pulling her small body closer to him. He flinched slightly when her cold hands touched his face, cupping his strong jaw. Louis then leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against Clem’s before tucking away any loose curls behind her ear. Her shallow breaths hit against his lips as her eyes darted up to meet his.

Not being able to wait any longer, Louis slid a hand around to the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their lips touched, softly, like a knife through butter. She kissed back, and Louis could tell when she fluttered her eyes close as he could feel her soft eyelashes against his cheekbones. It was little things like that that drove him crazy, along with everything else.

She pulled away first, but still keeping her nose parallel to his. Louis’ eyes lingered shut as he trailed his lips to her jaw, kissing the skin sweetly. Clementine leaned in slightly before lifting his head up so she was looking at him.

“As much as I’m loving this, it’s getting cold. We should probably start heading back,” she admitted.

[ask-the-apocalypse-kids]

Marlon, there’s nobody there.

Marlon sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He stared up at the dark ceiling of his office. It was one of those nights again. The nights were he couldn’t sleep because the echoing voices of his bloody past rang in his head. It was the twins keeping him up again.

Minnie was yelling at him in rage and hatred while Sophie just sobbed quietly. Marlon was sure he was losing his mind. Ever since he traded the twins away he couldn’t sleep at night. Everywhere he went he was haunted by his terrible deed.

“How could you do this to us, Marlon?!” Minnie shouted at him, her fists slamming hard on his desk, making him jump. “We were your friends! And you just traded us away like nothing!” Minnie growled, her eyes piercingly dark as she glared at him.

Marlon quickly got up from his desk, walking past her. “Please, just stop.” Marlon mumbled quietly as he walked to the middle of the room. A weeping Sophie walked up to him. “You abandoned us, Marlon. We looked up to you as our leader. Why? Why would you do this?” She wailed, fat black tears streaming down her cheeks as she gripped his shirt in her balled up fists.

Marlon pushed her away and backed up, bumping to Minnie. “Please! Please just leave me alone!” Marlon begged, backing away as the twins drew closer and closer to him. “You are a disgusting disgrace! You don’t deserve to lead our friends!” Minnie shouted at him, the volume of her voice making his head pound. “Why Marlon?! Why did you give us away?!” Sophie bawled, her despaired crying turned into shrilled screaming.

Marlon’s hands gripped tightly on his hair, almost pulling it out. He couldn’t take it anymore. “SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Marlon fell to his knees as hard sobs wracked his entire body. Through his crying, he could barely hear the sound of his office door opening.

“Marlon?” A quiet voice called to him, making him turn his head. Brody was standing at the door, a worried expression on her face. “B-Brody..please...please tell them to leave me alone...” He begged through his sobs. Brody looked at him with confusion on her face.

“Marlon...there’s nobody there...”

[louisfrecklesss]

11/05 NIGHTMARE 

“Clem!” Louis jumps up from the bed in sweats and cold shivers holding onto the bed covers; he frantically blinks his eyes trying to get them to focus but they can’t seem to find a subject. “Clementine?” The darkness of the room covers the shame on his face as he pleas for his girlfriend’s presences but she’s no where to be found. He’s frozen. He can’t move; never in his life has he wanted to be dreaming more than now. “Clementine, p-please?”

The bedroom door opens quietly revealing the curly haired girl; she tries to be silent as she enters the room but notices Louis sat up on the bed sobbing into the air. “Baby?”

“Clem, I can’t. I-I can’t.” He sobs trying to reach out for her touch to which she rushes over kneeling on the floor grabbing his hand in hers. 

“It’s okay, I’m here I’m here Louis.” She rubs the backside of his hand as he sobs lightly repeating his sorry over and over again; Clementine has been through Louis’ episodes after his nightmares with him before but this is the worst she has ever seen him. “What’s here Louis, tell me what’s around you?”

Louis opens his eyes again looking straight at Clementine. “You.” She nods her head still rubbing his hand softly pressing a light kiss on it. “A chair.” 

“Yeah, there is a chair. What do you do when you sit on the chair Lou?” She asks him questions to keep his mind busy and away from the recent event; he hiccups lightly answering all her questions before visually and mentally calming down. “You want to watch the sun come up?” She joins him on the bed running her fingers over his face wiping away the dry and fresh tears; he nods before kissing her softly whispering a thank you against her lips to which she smiles.

[lyndexv]

ORIGINAL CHARACTER, Drabble related (Welcome; Mary; etc...)

Name: Geoffrey Firmin Mallores

Nickname: ‘Geoff’, or ‘Jeff’ (only by Mary, or Kenna)

Age: 9 (Season 1) / 11 (Season 2) / 13 (Season 3) / 17 (TFS)

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 1m78/ 5′10

Weight: 70kg

Hair color: Russet

Hair length: Just above his eyebrows

Typical hairstyle: Untidy

Eye color: Blue sky

Noticeable Features: A scar on his left cheek. No facial hair except a little mustache. Uses make up to hide his bags under his eyes (thinks it’s fashion)

Typical Clothing: Blue denim vest, as well as denim pants, a yellow t-shirt, a black choker necklace, used ‘Le coq sportif’ shoes. Sometimes he changes of style and wears instead a black binder, and leggings.

Preferred Weapon: Revolver, knife

Backstory: He used to live in LA, his family was quite better-off, despite Jordan (his father) being an important demonstrator for LGBT rights back in the 2000's (He and Ella, Geoff’s mother, were bisexual). But as the apocalypse happened, they had to leave LA and to leave to East. By turns of events they found Paul, a policeman who used to be best friends with Jordan. But as Paul is an extremist who wanted to follow the orders of his superiors (even if the said superiors don't have ethics anymore) Jordan on the other side wanted to protect the most people. Geoffrey became a good friend of Lyla, Paul's daughter, and with Mary, a mysterious girl infected but somehow not turning...In the end, because of an attack of the Delta, his parents died, Paul died too, and Lyla and Mary disappeared. After long months of wandering, he finds Ericson Boarding School.

Facts about Geoffrey:

       1. As Geoffrey has a perfect ear, Jordan encouraged him to play music, his favorite instrument is guitar (electric, spanish or acoustic, he doesn't mind)

       2. Geoffrey's favorite song is 'J't’emmene au vent’ by Louis Attaque.

       3. Geoffrey is an existentialist, only acts matter for him, and so he hates killing, child having guns (like AJ), and he wants to save everyone, including ‘gray’ persons.

       4. Geoffrey is a total disaster about love, or about emotions in general. His emotions can be easily read (”like a book”, and he’s a truly bad liar, that’s why Lyla did the bluff stuff to save both their lives multiple times.

       5. Geoffrey masters 3 languages : French, Spanish and English (he used his knowledge to have ‘secret talk’ with Lyla, so nobody else could understand them)

       6. Geoffrey owns a car, a green Citroen 2CV Charleston, which he nicknamed ‘Eloïse’, that Mary found once in an abandoned garage. She modified the car so it could run on diesel (normal fuel has degraded since years), and apart from some little coughs and sputters, the car runs fine for its age.

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@maybemitch​ Thanks for allowing me to use your layout.