#twdg fanfiction

[clouisluvr]

AAA I loved the last one, wanted to send this in before I pass out, take your time no rush love the way you write!

Louis is naturally a flirty person, right? We all know this but I feel like a lot of the time his cheese pick-up-lines just always get him an eye roll.

So what if a survivor (reader) not only likes the silly pick-up-lines but also flirts back?

(So basically how you get together?)

Thank you 💖💖

you'd gone hunting with louis and aasim - trying your best to keep up and pull your weight. recently aasim's been complaining to marlon about you and louis slacking off, so you decided you'd try your best to make an effort. but it ends up being absolutely impossible, because just louis' presence on its own gives you butterflies. he's almost desperately trying to get your attention, "hey y/n, i know i'm irresistible, but you don't have to pretend to not notice me!".

this gets a smirk out of you which he of course notices, "see! knew you couldn't resist me." the butterflies are so strong that your attempts to focus on hunting go out the window - "very funny louis, you and i both know you can't resist me."

"well you've got me there. the second i hear that sweet, sweet voice i practically melt." aasim sighs, knowing he's in for another hunting trip where he does all the work.

your heart swells and you quip back, "well since we're being honest.. youre not so bad yourself."

"wow! that's the nicest thing anyones ever said to me!" you can hear the sarcasm in his voice as he says it, so you decide to flatter him a little more.

"alright if we're talking about voices? your singing is one of the most beautiful things i've been lucky enough to hear."

silence settles into the air and you turn back to see louis has stopped in his tracks. you gently approach him and softly ask if he's okay. his head is hung downwards. he takes a quick breath before grabbing your hand. he clutches it for a second, loosens his grip and rubs your thumb before letting go. his cheeks and nose are slightly tinted and he utters a soft "thank you." he meets your gaze and he flashes you a genuine smile, "that was the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

you grab his hand back and smile brightly at him, before aasims loud interrupting cough makes you two jump back.

clearly exasperated aasim says, "im gonna start making sure you guys dont eat the food you refuse to help find". but you can't seem to care much because louis is still smiling brightly, and your heart feels so warm.

phew! okay this is my first oneshot.. im hoping its decent LOLL my twdg hyperfixation has been a little stale for a while so im hoping this isnt ooc for louis.. and sorry for getting to this request so late! hope u enjoy louis lovers🥰

[samnia]

ERICSON KIDS WITH AN S/O WHO USED TO BE APART OF A SINGING TRIO PT.1

For example, think about rnb, hip-hop, pop, and K-pop girl groups.

Fem reader

Marlon:

You never told him, he found out by himself. Marlon was looking through the principal's office for shits and giggles, right? Then he came across an album that contained a picture of you and 2 other people. You all looked pretty young. That's how he knew it was before the walkers existed.

"Y/n, come here for a second." Marlon said, excitement in his tone. You walked over, and he helped you huddle down. "Look what I found!" He handed you the cd. "Oh my god! I forgot about this. Marlon, where'd you find it?" You asked in shock.

"I guess the headmaster had a copy. Y/n, I didn't see you as that type of girl." He teased, you took a relieved sigh. "What can I say? The chance was presented, so I took it." You rested your head on Marlon's shoulder.

"This was my favorite, I swear there was a Cd player layin around."

Violet:

She found out at another one of Ruby's hootenanny. It was time for music to play. A.J. and Willy was dancing with glee while Tenn hyped them up. You sat down and watched with Violet. Dancing just isn't your strong suit. "Now this song is more modern.

It was my Mama's favorite!" Ruby voiced, she played the song. the beat gave you deja vu. "Y/n, you alright? You look kinda pale." Violet asked with concern. You nodded your head. It was only when the first chorus started to play. You realized something.

It was the song you made with some other girls and made a song.. It was getting deadly close to your part of it. You started to sweat a bit. "You don't seem fine. What's wrong?" Violet muttered. She wrapped her hand around your shoulder

"This is my song. My part is coming up real soon." You chuckled out. before she could reply, your voice came on the player, bright as ever. Everyone and anybody looked at you in shock. "Wow, you sound really amazing." Violet claimed, "you think so?" You asked. "Yeah."

Louis:

He first found out through the card game. When Clementine asked if they ever met anyone famous, you decided to speak on your own experiences.

"Kinda, I was a part of singing trio. Those kinds of things. It was for 3 years, though.." Soon as you uttered those words, he started to flood you with questions. Did you ever blow up like crazy? What were your favorite tunes to perform? Oh, and where in the world are the other two? You seemed to like and entertain his questions.

Eventually, someone intervened, " Louis, knock it off!" But that didn't stop the both of you from fooling around somewhere else. Just two melodic idiots whistling into the distance.

Mitch:

You and Mitch had just found a working van capable of carrying a lot of people. But it needs a bit of renovation if everyone wants in. You bought Clementine, Willy, A.J., and Assim along. Mostly because Mitch and Clementine want this to be a learning moment for their adoptive siblings. But Assim is there to actually work. "Mitch and Y/n, we're going to need some parts to get this thing going. It'd be nice if you went and got us these things. Go out further if you have to." Clementine offered.

"Sure, anything to get out of here," Mitch exaggerated. Clem handed me the paper. It had all the car parts and where they're located.You two have been walking for a while. You came across a vehicle with some stuff inside, "Mitch, I found one." You yelled. He came over quick. "No walkers?" Mitch checked. "Nope," you reassured. He used a crowbar to force it open and then started to search.

You joined him, looking into the front seat. You found a rolled up poster in arm rest. You were about to unroll it until Mitch called your name, "Y/n! Come here, we really hit the jackpot!" Y/n came out with the poster in hand. Mitch was supposedly siphoning gas. A whole lot was coming out of the tube and in the canister. "Damn, this can last us a lifetime." You claimed. "What's that?" He asked, pointing to your hand. "A poster I found. Im gonna open it up right now." You told him. Mitch got up from the ground and standed next to her

Y/n unraveled it, only for a wave of shock to overrun her face. Mitch had catched a glimpse of it, too. "Holy shit, y/n- is that you?" He beamed, a picture of you and two other girls were holding bubble letters, spelling something out. A lot of junk was on it, so it wasn't readable. One word was crystal clear, "concert."

"It's been so long, I didn't even get to perform." You marveled. "How did you even get the chance?" He questioned. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that!"

Y/n sighed, "My parents were friends with one of the girls' mom. She got me on set." You paused, "if I remember the poster came with an cd. Maybe it's in here."

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Please send requests, no smut.

[funklorde]

When having sex with Marlon the “you fucking love it. Hm? You fucking love me, baby?” To “fuckkk you see what you do to me? I cant live without you.” Plot line go crazy

[littlesugarwords]

I would die for some Luke, Pete, and Nick x reader (separate, romantic) of them getting separated in a dire situation, and readers "last words" being some variation of "find me in the next life in case I don't make it" or "please allow me to become your wife in the next life" but the MAKE IT n meet again later on and they're like "Soo..." :3 idk!!! Lol

omg omg omg omg you’re killing me here I LOVE THIS.

these are gonna be longer so check them out under the cut :) these took me so long to craft omg

Luke: “Damnit,” Luke drilled his fist into the dirt. The burning in his lungs didn’t seem to matter anymore. “Luke, you couldn't have--” “I know.” Luke snapped, refusing to lift his head. It had all happened too fast for any of them to see it. A wall crumbled, splitting their group in two. The groups scrambled, attempting to move mounds of cement, sharp wood, and dangerous debris. The moment they spotted each other through the wall, Luke and Y/N sighed. “Thank God,” they said in sync. But, like a curse, the wall groaned on Luke’s side. The growls of approaching walkers loomed. Their eyes snapped back together. “We can work fast.” “Y/N,” Luke said, trying to stop them. “It took us this long to get this far. We don’t have enough time.” “No.” Y/N attempted to claw at the rubble, wanting to break down the wall, but Luke’s desperate pleading made them stop. “Y/N, please.” He said, eyes wide. He was terrified. Y/N was too. They both knew. “Just,” he groaned, feeling as though his heart was falling apart inside him. “Just, please,” he took a deep breath. “Just be my wife. In our next lives. Alright?” Y/N eyes widened, tears swelling. Before they could speak, the wall crumbled, entrapping Luke and his group within the infested area. Y/N collapsed and creamed, hearing the muffled ground and wails from the other side. The world was so silent and loud at the same time. Y/N was broken.

It has been months, but it feels like years. Every day dragged on, and the unknown was eating Y/N alive. Knowing that they left Luke back there? That they left those monsters to eat him alive while they just stood there? On the other side of a wall listening? They hated themselves for letting it happen. But then, out of nowhere one day, wandering in the woods for firewood, their group heard something. Just as quickly as Y/N’s group aimed, a voice called out through the brush. “Y/N?” They turned, and locked eyes with Luke, only a few feet away, standing in the rocky forest path. “Luke?” They took a step forward - or tried to - but collapsed to their knees, eyes welling up. Luke darted for them, abandoning every weapon he was holding. He crashed to his knees, enveloping his arms around Y/N, eyes teary and chest tight. Y/N clamored at his back, clutching his shirt. “Am I dreaming?” Y/N asked, throat tightening. “No,” Luke hushed, stroking at their back and hair. “It’s real.” After a beat of weepy sobs and tight clutches, Luke spoke. “Do you remember what I asked?” He whispered into the side of their hair, fingers brushing through it. Y/N laughed and nodded, tears already rolling. “Of course I do.” Was all they could whisper back, pulling away to hold his face in their hands. They had barely finished what they were saying before Luke crashed his lips onto theirs.

Nick: Nick knew they were in a pinch, but this time? This time it was really bad. The shack they were staying in was starting to crumble from the weight of walkers outside, and the two were backed into a - literal - corner. They had members of their group reaching from the other side of the cabin, both branching off in entirely different directions. Neither of them had any idea where each of them were going, but they knew it wasn’t going to be together. “Y/N,” he said, calling them the nickname he had always called them - a way he tried to build rapport when they were new to the group - when he felt Y/N’s panicked and knowing gaze settle on him. Nick gulped. “Wait for me in the next life, okay?” Y/N felt a wail swell in their throat. Before they knew it, Nick felt a tug on his arm, ripping him out of the shack, just as a desperate “Please!” ripped from his lips. They didn’t offer him a chance to slow down or stop. Suddenly, Y/N was gone, and Nick, once again, felt like his heart had been abandoned in the snow.

Nick had turned into a ghost of himself in the years that passed. He wandered meaninglessly - like a ghost - wherever what remained of their group wanted to go. It wasn’t until they caught wind of a survivors camp based a few miles off that Nick would eventually feel some sense of joy again. The moment they were allowed in, they were scoured for bites or infections. The moment they passed through, they were to be given rooming assignments. That process was run by Y/N. The two turned around, as if fate had placed them there, and locked eyes. The two stared in silence as the shocked murmurs fluttered around them. “It’s you?” Nick asked, dumbfounded. Y/N slowly smiled, shaking their head in disbelief. “Only if that’s you,” Y/N said softly. It felt as though they didn’t hesitate any time before wrapping each other up in their arms. Nick even swung them off the ground, burying his face into their neck. His wish had come true. It was a new life - for the both of them - and they had waited for each other. ‘Do you remember--” “Yes,” was all Nick said, before leaning in for a kiss.

Pete: Their last moments were brief, fleeting, but devastating. Y/N reached out, attempting to grab his hand and pull him up onto the landing. A swarm of walkers lurched on below, but the rest of the group was pleading for Y/N to hurry. More were on their floor, closing in, and they didn’t have much time. “Hun,” Pete said, voice low. Despite the noise, it felt like it was just the two of them. “Just let me be with you, still, in your next life. Okay? Wait for me.” Y/N’s eyes slowly widened, putting the pieces together. “Pete--” Suddenly, the balcony gave way, and Y/N’s was yanked back before they could crumble with it. Pete, luckily, managed to snag onto a loose pole, clinging to a nearby loft, and managed to avoid the warm below. Somehow, he had managed to get away, to escape death one time. Possibly, one last time. But now, fleeing from the crumbling building, he glanced around and saw no one. Once again, he was alone.

It had been almost a year since the incident, and Pete became a changed man. A hardened man. Prior to losing Y/N, he was good at rolling with the punches. After losing them, it was as though Pete couldn’t bear to fight anymore. The light had long left his eyes, until one rainy day in the fall. They were taking cover in an abandoned gas station and hears rustling in the back. Weapons armed, their small group started forward. “We don’t want any trouble,” “Please,” a weak voice wavered from the back. Pete’s head snapped up. “Neither do I.” Wait. The gears were turning for Pete. Wait. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Pete abandoned his gun and stormed into the back. “Pete!” The group called, astounded as to his reckless behavior. He threw the door to the back room open and there, on the floor, was Y/N. They were drenched in water, shaking from head to toe, and meekly glanced up at - what they thought - was to be a stranger. Their eyes widened the instant they met Pete’s. “Y/N?” He asked, voice breathy. Reality was coming to him slowly, bit by bit, then crashing into him one by one. He threw himself to his knees, wrapping the freezing human in his arms. “Oh my God,” he breathed, clutching their back and hair. “I can’t believe I found you.” “I thought you were dead,” Y/N managed out between shaky breaths. Pete pulled away, holding their arms, studying them. “You’re freezing,” he said under his breath, ripping his coat off and wrapping it tightly around them. “Pete,” Y/N said softly, calling to him as loudly as they could. “I waited. Pete smiled, misty eyed. The rest of his group were bustling around them, but Pete didn’t care. Right then, it was just the two of them, as he pulled them in closer.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[mommyeater2000]

Hello question, have you ever done the gang (Louis, Mitch, Clem, Vi, and Marlon) where their s/o is immune to the bite?

Just an idea for HC, you don't have to please, and thank you 💘🦋

OMG THATS SO COOL I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT

(I also got lazy for a few of these my bad)

Twdg season 4 headcanons

Character’s: Clementine, violet, Louis, Mitch, Marlon.

Description: they find out your immune.

Clementine:

You both found out together after Aj was taken from the two of you. While you were looking around the can section of a abandoned convenience store, a walker snuck up behind you, biting you on the back of your arm before clementine could kill it. She asked you if you were okay, which you said you were, you were in shock and didn’t feel it bite you. While examining your body, she found your long sleeve shirt had a big blood stain on it. Rolling up your shirt she saw the bite.

“Y/n.”

“What is it?”

She looked toward you, showing you the blood from your arm that was now on her hand.

“You got bit.”

You quickly turned around, trying to get a look of where the bite was on your arm. You both were panicking. You tried to reassure her that it would be okay, since you didn’t know you were immune. And after awhile you both agreed to wait until you turned, you didn’t want to die alone, you also didn’t want her to shoot you in the head. Not yet at least. You both were sharing a can of ‘beans’ that you had found. The last meal you thought you would ever eat, it was peaceful in a way.

You should of turned by now. Or at least got some of the symptoms, it’s been almost a day. but you didn’t feel anything. This got the both of you thinking. What if you were fine? Clementine pressed her hand against your forehead. ���you still feel the same.” You move your head away and sigh.

What if you are actually fine?

You both agreed that this would be something you would keep to your self, as clementine wrapped up your arm with a piece of cloth.

Louis:

You got bit while you and him were clearing out the walker traps. When you went to cut the walker down from the tree, another walker grabbed onto your legs, biting your ankle.

You decide you wouldn’t tell him and covered up the bite and continued what you were doing. When you both met up again for your ‘snack break’ it didn’t take long for him to notice something was wrong. Since you were and shaken up from the fact that you were most likely gonna die in a few hours. While you were looking at your hands Louis noticed your bleeding ankle.

“Your bleeding. What happened?”

He asked eyeing you up and down. you didn’t want to tell him, so you rolled up your pant leg instead.

He argued with you, saying that you should go back to the school and that Ruby would help you. But you both knew she couldn’t help, you both decided to head back to the school, and not tell anyone about the bite. It was a dumb idea since if you did turn, you would of ended up biting some of the other kids, including Louis. When you got back you both acted normal and immediately headed to your room. He told you that he would wait till you turned, then he would put ‘you’ down, but deep down you know he wouldn’t have the guts to do that.

But after hours of waiting nothing happened.

Mitch:

a few years into the apocalypse, Mitch had convinced you to sneak out of the school. It took a few days of convincing but it worked. He wanted to show you that you shouldn’t be scared of outside the walls. But that plan backfired when you both were Around the river. A walker snuck up behind you and bit you on the shoulder. Mitch killed it right away and started freaking out. He knew you had been bit, he saw it, though he didn’t want to believe it. He rushed you inside the tiny cabin where you store all of your fishing gear, And didn’t leave your side.

After he found out you wouldn’t turn he quickly went back to the school with you, and told everyone.

nobody believed him until you showed the bite, but even then they tied you to a bed just in case, Mitch stayed with you, he felt bad.

Marlon:

He found out when you first came to the school with clementine, Ruby had told him while she was cleaning up your injury’s. He would of killed you, but it’s already been a few hours since the crash, when a walker bit your arm through the window, and you haven’t showed any symptoms of infection, he was curious why.

When you woke up you didn’t even know you’ve been bit until you went to untie your wrist from the bed post. That’s when you seen the bite on your arm.

you started to rummage through the drawers and closet, you found a few Bobby pins and used them to try and unlock the door. When you headed towards the door it flew open, there was a blond boy holding a bow in his right hand.

“You look a lot better then before, how do you feel?”

Violet:

She wanted you to go star watching with her, but not at the usual place. You left late without anyone knowing and snuck out of the school.

She took you to a tall tree, but not too tall, with a lot of branches, tough enough to sit on without them breaking Under your body weight. Violet climbed up first, encouraging you to follow up after her. But you were a little intimidated by the height of it.

While you were finally ready to pull yourself up to that first branch, you felt something pull you back down to the ground again, you fell straight on your back, knocking the air out of you.

You could hear violet screaming your name, you felt something bite into your leg, all you could feel was the stinging as you kicked the walker away, you quickly grabbed your knife. You kicked the walker with your good leg so it would be easier to kill, and you put your knife into it’s skull, an quickly pulled it out.

“Holy fucking shit”

Violet said from behind you, you looked down at your leg and pulled up your pant leg. You sat down at the trunk of the tree, which felt like forever, you couldn’t feel anything. You truly thought you were going to die.

Violet sat down next you, staying there with you till sunrise, clutching her knife in case anything else tried to sneak up on the two of you.

But you never turned.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes:(

[voltstone]

within me are two wolves.

to inject every ounce of homoerotic and severely mentally ill tension into one character (violet).

to also do that but like a concerning amount.

[thunderslate-blog]

fuck it as it's nearly been 10 years since Into the Fray began and I never finished Those Left Behind, I'll write yall a bullet list of what happened to everyone post-ITF s3

Freya, Bennett, Sasha, Sonja, Russel and Beth made it to Eastland after dealing with Nate. Fun reunion for everyone all around.

Sully and Em had a baby probably. If it was a boy they totally named it Mitchell, if it was a girl they named it Lucy (after either of Sully's dead siblings)

Thomas probably died of kuru from, y'know, cannibalism.

Pretty sure Becca was highkey bi and made a go of it with Nat. There was a cut paragraph in one of the Season 3 chapters where they kissed sooooooooo

Then Eastland fell at some point. Pretty sure it was a natural disaster. Everyone's split up but mostly lives.

I think Becca is part of a gang down in California. They ride motorbikes.

Vince left his involuntary exile at the outpost at some point. I imagine he wound up with another group, maybe met his brother again after all those years.

Annie wound up in Nebraska, she was in the shortlived @thewalkingdeadhaven comic (it was a really weird format and some of the issues seem to be lost media lol)

haha there she is there's the baby, I can't let my author's pet blorbo go:

Vince/Becca/Annie are separated but they're all fine, I will never let them die. That is my promise.

[twdteacakes]

Time Left To Heal - Chapter 4 - I Loved Him

Overall Synopsis: The past can be haunting. There are scars that cut deep. Thanks to Lilly and her people, the children at the boarding school were wiped out, and Clementine lost her forever home. After such a huge massacre, only herself, AJ and Louis were left alive. Five years later, the trio are just trying to live a peaceful, carefree life. If only it were that simple.

Chapter Synopsis: Louis is gone. AJ is desperately trying to hold it together. Clementine’s psyche is breaking. Will they escape their captors or will grief swallow them whole?

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[creampuffx14]

Imagine - Louis flirting with you

[theweirdartust]

Im now hyper focused on telltale the walking dead game style and making ship children💀

I never really liked jane as for her personality in some parts, but i found her and Luke a little cute together.

She is a bit selfish and doesn’t care about anybody but herself, but she is a nice character overall.

He looks more like jane ik but if you think hard enough maybe you can see luke in there somewhere😂🤷🏽‍♀️ (why is no one into twdg anymore😭)

[clouisluvr]

OOH! Yaya! Could you do cuddling with Louis hc?💖

hi! i'd absolutely love to !! ^-^ gonna add a couple general nighttime ones too ...

louis is a chronic cuddler, he's an affection addict!! touch is without a doubt his primary love language (along w gift giving) so he adores cuddling

wears a bonnet to sleep Because i said so. its probably light pink or maybe green

doesn't strike me as the type of guy who likes sleeping shirtless tbh .. probably prefers a long sleeve tee and boxers! also he's a lil quirky and maybe sleeps w socks on (i personally HATEE sleeping with socks on but louis probably irrationally fears demons ticklin his toes at night😭)

the type of person who can't sleep with ANYY light or background noise. like yalls room is pitch black and silentt at night. he might even sleep with an eye mask lmao - i dont think he's a naturally deep sleeper so his bedtime routine is perfectly planned so he can get his rest yup!! when you comment on just how extensive his nighttime routine is he'll tell you, "beautiful people need beauty sleep!"

definitely the type of cuddler who wants to practically be inside your skin LMAO. tries to cuddle by just tangling all your limbs and pressing up as close as possible but it tends to be impractical and a lil uncomfortable (and he's always disappointed that every night, no matter how hard he tries, smushing your arms and legs together is just as uncomfortable as the night before)

so instead you guys opt for spooning! louis absolutely enjoys being little spoon but also loves the feeling of you in his arms

alternatively, i think he'd also love you laying on his chest :( he probably uses his arm as a makeshift pillow to prop his head up and puts his other arm on your back

when you're laying on his chest, the warm smell of vanilla and cocoa butter coming from him is incredibly comforting to you. louis smells AMAZING, you cannot tell me otherwise.. you also stare at him and take in every detail - all his freckles, his clear dewy skin, how perfect his brows and lashes are ... night time makes you remember how insanely beautiful your boyfriend is!!

1000% absentmindedly traces shapes onto your skin, most likely musical notes! he'd probably compose entire songs on the small of your back lmao

he's a BITER! louis absolutely gets cuteness aggression (if you're not sure what that is, it's when humans get all aggressive when we see something cute! same reason we wanna pinch babies cheeks and squeeze kittens.. such a hilariously adorable part of human nature to me lmao)

so he probably softly monches and nibbles on your arm and it definitely tickles and feels funny but you let it slide

you guys definitely have long winded conversations before bed! not necessarily always deep and meaningful, in fact more often then not they're probably the most RIDICULOUS conversations you can imagine

once your conversations die down and you both start getting sleepy he starts humming. i think sometimes you may even ask him to hum a specific song for you and he absolutely would

so many soft kisses :( esp if you're in the laying on his chest position. when both your breaths start to slow and your eyes start to droop, he uses his last bits of energy to cup your face and give you the sweetest kisses. always gazes lovingly at you when you pull apart.

he looks dazed and his eyes are hooded and he's absolutely ready to melt into the sheets and you want him to rest but it doesn't stop him from asking you for just oneee more kiss

im always on here at like 12am when im sleepy and can't be asked to properly check over for typos so i apoligise in advance! was listening to the immunity album by clairo and i was twirlin my hair a bit writing this LMAO. i think louis would be an amazing person to cuddle with💗 thank you so much for your request i really appreciate it and hope you enjoy!

[samnia]

Hey could you make a Marlon twdg x reader maybe, there’s like no content 4 him😭

Marlon picked up some twigs and bark. They had run short of tree stumps to cut into firewood, and there was none in supply. At least the group had a good catch. But Marlon's first priority was keeping you well. After dinner was made, he went straight up to Y/n's dorm.

Y/n heard his faint footsteps. But the aroma of a cooked spice berry and hickory blend made them sit up immediately. There he was, Marlon's eyes were visible only because of the sunset and a dimly lit candle. "Must've thought we forgot about you for a second." He joked, handing the meal to Y/n. Whom accepted, with rather shakey hands.

"I guess, but that doesn't matter now. How's everyone?" Y/n questioned before quickly eating. Marlon grinned, one that only showed when there's something good to say. Maybe one only Y/n could recgonize. "So far, so good. Everyone doesn't seem as worried, and there is plenty to harvest and go around. I'm sorry you couldn't go. Tenn was drawing a piece for you, it's not done, but he wants you to see it anyway." He said, leaning in and handing them a paper.

On it, it had a display of blueberry and some spinach on one side. Then plump tomatoes and heads of cabbage. There was also a vine, with some sort of trumpet shaped flowers. It was probably honeysuckle.

"At least I get to taste some of it. That's what keeps me going. Tell Tenn this is great. If he wants, we can resume the drawing lessons." Y/n said, in between a cough. Marlon opted to move some of their hair out the way. "I'll make sure to. But meanwhile, care for your wellbeing." Marlon hushed.

"Thankd for being concerned." Y/n said, then reached to hold his hand. He gladly accepted. "It's my top priority."

I didn't even know you requested something, I looked in the inbox and audibly said holyshit, then wondered how long ago you asked. This should have been longer to make up for it though.

[clemlet]

Okay here are fanfictions I plan to write or am currently working on:

- Ashe x (F)Byleth. Secret lovers. Light smut (easily skippable if you don't want to read those parts). Takes place mostly during the course of Azure Moon.

Summary: Ashe has had a crush on Byleth since she taught the Blue Lions. He's devastated when she disappears but is elated when she reunites with the class at Garreg Mach five years later. They start to become close and she develops feelings for him and they begin a relationship in secret. Things get complicated as the war progresses and people notice suspicious behavior from both of them and something unexpected happens before the war's end.

- Sylvain x Ingrid. Best friends to lovers. Modern AU where they're college students.

Summary: Sylvain and Ingrid have been best friends since childhood. At some point, Ingrid develops a crush on him but keeps it to herself out of fear of ruining their friendship. One night while at a party, she gets drunk and kisses him. Even though he kisses her back, he seems to not want to talk about it the next day and Ingrid believes it's because he got caught up in a moment and doesn't have feelings for her. After a misunderstanding, they don't speak for three months.

- Ferdinand von Aegir. Fugitive on the run. Action story.

Summary: Ever since Ferdinand von Aegir defected from the Empire, refusing to be Edelgard's political puppet, he's been on the run. Day in and out, he has to fight Imperial spies and wandering mercenaries just to stay alive, which is no easy feat for him. When he remembers the promise his class made, he begins to make his way to Garreg Mach in hopes that all of his old classmates are still alive.

- James (TWDG). Rekindling friendship. Probably a oneshot.

Summary: James, who has been wandering aimlessly since he stayed back in the cave to buy Clementine more time, finally makes his way back to his shed. He sees Clementine's severed leg in his shed and a bunch of dead walkers. Though he is still a bit angry with her and very confused on his worldview after she challenged it, he reluctantly makes his way to Erikson to make sure she's still alive and to find out what exactly happened.

- Life is Strange. Lots of angst. Still working out the details.

Summary: Max and Chloe are still in shock after the destruction of Arcadia Bay. Max feels immense guilt for everything that's transpired and wonders if Chloe would be happier if Rachel was still alive. She tries to go back through an old picture and create a timeline where the three of them can be together and take down Jefferson. But things don't go according to plan.

[mommyeater2000]

hi can u do dating S4 Clementine hcs?

Yes I LOVE CLEMENTINE OMG

Twdg season 4 Headcanons

Clementine x reader

Description: what it’s like to date clementine.

. You met clementine at the ski lodge when she was reunited with Kenny. All though her and Kenny’s reunion didn’t last very long, you to managed to stick together. Even after the death of Kenny.

. You started to get feelings around 13, when you realized that the angry feeling in your stomach when Clementine talked to gabe, wasn’t a stomachache. It was just jealousy.

. You both started acknowledging each other’s feelings around 14. Never admitting anything, but you both knew. It started with small complements, to her tucking your hair behind your ear when you slept.

. But soon after you started dating, thanks to clementine.

. You are always Clementines top priority, and Aj of course. She always puts your needs first before her own.

. If you had a song to describe your relationship it would be Little bit, Lykke Li

. Clementine enjoys spending time with you. It doesn’t matter what your doing, you could be hunting for food, or just sitting in silence. Your presence makes her comfortable.

. LOTS of late night talks

. She hates seeing you hurt, so she try’s her best to prevent it.

Example:



“Look, I found a mushroom!”

“Yeah, don’t eat that.”

. not big on PDA most of the time. But she does love small physical touch, like hand holding.

. She always try’s to give you and Aj the last of her food.

. She loves your humour, she even started telling some of your jokes.

. She told you she loved apples once, now you try to give her one every time you see one.

. She was the one to teach you how to drive, since Kenny never got the chance.

. It’s one of her favourite moments.

. When you got to ericson, for the first few nights you both slept beside each other.

. You teach her how to make paper planes and origami, since she never knew how.

. Dance parties between the three of you

. She try’s to find little gifts to give you, like crystals or old books

One time she found you a music player, you and Aj never Been happier.

. Sky watching

. When you find old thrift stores you both style clothes for each other.

. She would literally jump in front of a walker for you.

. She has a very comforting voice.

. She ABSOLUTELY loves hugs from behind.

. Gives you her jacket if you get cold

. You both enjoy sharing old memories, especially the ones you had together.

. She doesn’t get jealous easily, but if someone looks at you a certain way she will keep her eyes on them like a Hawk.

. Enjoys embarrassing you anyway she can, she find it amusing.

. Her favourite place to kiss you is your forehead.

. She loves watching you sleep, not in a creepy way. But it makes her feel comforted.

Sorry this was short:(



[voltstone]

AYDF in meme summary

no im not procrastinating shut up.

[sharonitwd]

Stay Close To Me, CHP: 31

Your Actions Had Consequences

AO3 Link

This will be the official last chapter of Season 1. 

More notes at the bottom <3

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Sharon slowly regained awareness of her situation as the stars in her eyes faded. The dead completely surrounding her and blocking the cloudy white sky, the constant risk of being trampled, the air almost unbreathable from the smell of rotting blood and flesh, the body weighing her down and preventing her from moving, loud gurgling and the banging of fists against the metal shutters, and no matter which direction she looked there are legs blocking her way out.

The walkers were banging against the shutters so hard their brittle decaying bones broke on impact and their skin ripped from the sharp metal edges.

When an arm above her snapped and started to leak black fluid too close to her face she quickly shut her eyes and very slowly rolled herself over. It was difficult as every moment earned a kick and her backpack didn’t seem to want to leave the ground.

Once fully on her stomach Sharon covered her head with her arms, from this position she was able to protect herself from disorienting blows to her skull. Without the risk of feet or blood meeting her face she felt safe enough to open her eyes, only to become face to face with a gun.

Even though the metal object wasn’t held or even pointed her direction it felt as if it was. Her heart couldn't take much more.

Sharon very cautiously picked up the gun, she didn’t recognize where it had come from. It was on the ground where Lee was dropped and rolled inside so it must have come from his holster, leaving them near defenseless in there.

She didn’t want to throw it, in case the crowd above thought it was suspicious, instead she opted to just place it by her side hoping a stray kick didn’t set it off.

With teeth clenched she began a slow crawl, inch by inch freeing herself of the corpse still partially on top of her.

Once free of the body she didn’t know if she wanted to risk standing up or stay prone. Stay down and take the kicks or rise and be in the center of a deadly mosh pit.

To her right a steady stream of dark blood began to pour down the shutters, she dared to look up, a walker had bashed its arm so hard against the jagged metal wall it had torn a chunk of flesh off it’s arm and the skin stayed attached like a loose piece of fabric.

Not wanting to see any of that up close, Sharon decided to crawl.

Even though she no longer had a corpse weighing her down it felt as if she wasn’t making any significant progress.

She passed the edge of the building and was now crawling through the crowd yet it was almost just as dense, the sound and smell certainly didn’t get any less unpleasant.

When the crowd thinned she finally felt safe enough to stand, her knees sore and threatening to give out from under her as she raised. Now on her feet she stared straight ahead, her eyes locking on the sedan not too far from her position.

Her fathers car.

She scuffed her feet against the ground as she neared the car, looking inside the windows for a hint of her family.

She hoped to see her little brother and sister inside, hoping her father was telling lies just to hurt her, maybe he was going insane and thought it was reality.

In a blink the car changed, instead she saw the door of the hotel room, the same room his corpse is in, the same room her mothers head is in.

The door opened, it was as if her life was a movie and she was a spectator, she had no control over where her body moved. She stopped just before the bed, staring down at her father.

Her whole life she spent believing- even though she was an accident they still loved her. 

Was it really all a lie?

Truly and honestly?

How could he be okay with raising a child he hated?

How could he lie to her whole life and only reveal it as he was dying?

All the years she took their treatment and never complained. How could she have not seen it sooner?

She always believed she was good at reading people, who else close in her life could she have misread?

Did Lisa hate her too?

Her body moved against her will again, sitting on the edge of the bed to look between the bag which held her mothers disembodied head with the small pile of bile next to it and her fathers corpse on top of a large red puddle on the ground.

Perhaps she didn’t try hard enough for her family. She would scold her parents when they fell back on bad habits yet didn’t go out of her way to help more than that. She wasn’t a good enough sponsor. Did this warrant the hate and torture? She was only eight years old and suffered a traumatic experience- though he said he wanted her gone before that.

If her father was capable of this much evil and was able to hide it so well, would it mean Sharon could have inherited it from him? Her eyes welled with tears when she remembered how she treated Ben, the uncharacteristic treatment still surprised herself. She used his bandit deal as an excuse and put all the pressure on him, how she pushed him to hide everything just like she always has. Because of her treatment he couldn’t handle the pressure and asked her to drop him from the bell tower.

Ben had a crush on her and she used it to manipulate him, didn’t she? Was that a part of her father reaching out, or is she looking too far into it? Part of her hoped she wouldn’t see the teens again, knowing they were better off without her in their lives.

What if she ever treated Clementine this way? What if she already has? Her father was capable of being an abuser- of both substance and emotions- would this be a family trait she always has to keep an eye on? A constant watch over all of her actions and every step she takes to ensure she would never become like him would be exhausting.

She would do whatever it takes not to be like him, even if it takes planning every step and watching for any signs.

’I refuse to be like him’, she thought, ‘I refuse to let him turn me into a monster.’

To start her new life she will rescue Clementine and give her to Christa and Omid. She wasn’t in the right mind to leave this room and still not in the right mind to take care of the little girl alone, though now she knows what she must do.

As Sharon rose her foot almost brushed against the bowling ball bag.

She stared down at it.

“Can we bury her?”

Once Clementine and Lee escape from the jewelry store they won’t want to stop to grab her mothers head.

Reluctantly she grabbed the handles, unsure of how heavy the bag would feel. It’s uncomfortable with how similar it felt to carrying a real bowling ball as she lifted it.

Unsurprisingly the jewelry store still had a crowd of walkers around it all trying to find a way in, they had calmed since she was last outside.

With slow and deliberate steps Sharon made her way through the crowd and circled around the building to look for a way in. The back door seemed to be the only way though it was locked, even so the alley was far too crowded to attempt anything further.

Stepping away, she looked up and saw a hint of a rooftop door, perhaps an office or upstairs storage? It had a window so she could possibly smash it to gain entry.

With another circle around the building she found the way up would have to be to climb atop a garbage can against the building, then she would have to grab on to the AC unit. Even if the AC unit wouldn’t hold her weight she only needed it to give her a few more feet before reaching the roof.

She withheld a sigh and eyed the dead around her. Climbing the trash cans would be too dangerous with them around, they would find her too suspicious.

It took a few seconds of searching to find two glass bottles on the ground. She picked it up swiftly and followed the crowd just long enough to find a safe opening to throw a bottle.

With the first bottle thrown the crowd began to clear the alley, after the second the alley was nearly empty aside from one stray who didn’t seem to hear the bottle breaking.

Sharon quickly drew the knife from her pocket and killed the walker, lowering the body to the ground slowly and quietly. She wondered for a moment if deaf people became deaf walkers, though it wouldn't make much sense for their hearing to improve.

The bin hadn’t been emptied so it was stable to climb with, however once she stood she realized she overlooked a detail in her plan, the bowling ball bag.

At this height she couldn’t reach the roof and the top of the AC unit is at chest level. She was reluctant to toss the bag up, the image of her mothers head rolling around inside made her stomach flip.

She hoped the AC unit would stay mounted to the wall as she delicately placed the bag on top of it first, then began to hoist herself up.

She didn’t have time to be concerned about the groaning of the metal brackets holding up her only immediate access to the roof, once she was stable on her knees she quickly placed the bag over and grabbed hold of the wall.

The brick wall is a few inches taller than the gravel roof, hardly leaving enough room for Sharon to dangle by her underarms.

At this angle she could just see the roof access doorway, the bowling ball bag sitting upright, and by peering over her shoulder she could see the AC unit had a large dent in the center and it was pried from the wall by an inch.

Using it for leverage would cause it to fall and the large crowd of walkers would surround the building again from the noise.

It was at this moment she realized she should have thought of a better plan, maybe gaining roof access from a different building and finding a way to bridge over? That plan would have given them an escape route, the current plan only made Sharon trapped inside with Clem- once she got on the roof.

With a deep breath Sharon tried pulling herself up and found her strength was quickly depleting.

When was the last time she ate?

As a last resort she kicked her legs and tried to use the AC to push herself off of, though it took one small kick to launch it from the brackets and send it crashing to the alleyway.

Once her only foothold vanished from beneath her she felt herself slipping, the AC gave her false hope.

She didn’t have the strength mentally nor physically to look down below, whatever was waiting for her- she would have to find out when it came to it.

Her mind raced, should she fall deliberately to save her strength? Or keep trying in the hopes she can use whatever she has left to save herself? At the sound of growling and gurgling from below she opted to squeeze her eyes shut and keep trying.

Then- it was light and weak- she felt a force tugging upward at her backpack.

Sharon opened her eyes, at first she saw a blurred figure in the red blouse. Lisa’s pale arms: open and inviting. As her vision cleared the figure wasn’t Lisa at all.

Clementine pulled with all her might, both hands grasping on to Sharon’s backpack handle and her feet slipping and struggling to grip the gravel roofing.

The weight of her backpack no longer weighing her down and seeing the little girl alive and in front of her gave Sharon a new found strength.

Once her pelvis was over the barrier she fell face first into the gravel and scrambled to pull her legs to safety. When safe she sat up and quickly swiped the sharp rocks from her face and surveyed the roof.

Clementine is the only one up here.

“Clem, where-“ But her question caught in her throat, as she truly examined the little girl in front of her.

Clementine had a fresh splatter of blood whipped across her face, it wasn’t yet dark and sickly as walker blood and it wasn’t her own. Her tears left trails down her cheeks.

“He's gone. . . He's. . ." Clementine crossed her arms as if to hold herself together as she continued. “Lee is dead.”

Sharon nearly reached over to pull her in for a hug, until catching sight of the mass amounts of blood on her jacket.

Quickly, Sharon unzipped her jacket. When she reached out for Clementine the little girl grabbed on desperately, bunching up Sharon’s shirt in her small fists.

Sharon felt truly stuck.

"He was bit, and now he's gone. . ." She cried, her voice muffled. “He’s gone. . .”

She made a promise. She wouldn’t run away, she would face her emotions, she would deal with the pain instead of ignoring it- but with this little girl who has lost everything, shaking and crying from the trauma of the worst week she will ever experience, can Sharon break down now?

Would it be strong to hold her grief and focus on comforting the child? Would she burden her by crying too? What example would she be setting?

Was this how Lee felt?

She could feel herself shutting the emotions away, already cramming the complicated feelings in a dark corner so she wouldn’t have to address it.

“Why did this happen?” Clementine asked, her voice muffled in Sharon’s sweater.* “What did I do?”

It was as if Clementine had brushed against the emotional baggage and collapsed the whole pile.

“No.” Sharon’s voice cracked. “No, Clementine- you- you can’t blame yourself.”

Clem pulled herself away, her tearstained face looking up to Sharon.

“You-“

The two leapt at the sound of a window shattering.

Clementine pulled herself from Sharon, her eyes darting across the ground. In her rush to aid Sharon she had dropped a metal object on the ground, Clem quickly snatched it from the ground and held it protectively.

Sharon stared at the gun with wide eyes. Clem returned the shocked face when she saw the bowling ball bag, she didn’t ever want to see that thing again.

“I. . . I want to bury it- her.” Sharon hesitantly grabbed the handles. “When we get to the park I’ll bury her.”

The two stood in momentary silence, both too shocked and traumatized to make the first move when all they wanted to do was rest and cry.

An extendable ladder is what got the two off the roof and gave them the ability to escape being stranded atop the jewelry store, Sharon was able to carry it across two more gaps before it was safe enough to return to the streets.

The walk to Wright Square was more difficult than they thought, Crawford had strategically stacked stripped cars to block certain roads, and to prevent people from simply slipping through they had buckled walkers in the seats. The girls avoided these roadblocks, not having enough energy to attempt to cross.

The whole walk had been silent, the only sound between the girls is the sounds of their feet dragging against the ground. Sharon hadn't said a word since the jewelry store, Clem wasn't entirely sure if she liked the silence or not. The more time spent between them not talking made the tension more visible. She wanted to know what the older woman was thinking, how she felt about her father, how she felt about traveling with the same little girl who caused the death of everybody they had left.

Even as they arrived at Write Square Sharon stayed silent. They were both, unphased to see the streets here were surrounded, too. It wasn’t until they stood in the center of the park by a statue of a tower did they realize they hadn’t picked a building to meet up in.

Clem opened her mouth to ask a question but quickly closed it. Sharon had found a spot in the overgrown flower bed and began digging, the soil already loose from the once-freshly planted summer flowers. 

The little girl watched their backs, keeping an eye on any walkers who wandered too close, though the dead didn’t pay them any interest. She felt a mix of hope and fear as she watched the faces of the dead that neared; hope she would see a familiar face looking for them, fear she would see a familiar face with milky white eyes, hope she would see her friends again, fear she would see her parents again.

It took longer than both thought to dig a hole large enough for the bag, once the soft layer was unearthed the rough soil with more clay was harder to pull away. 

Finally the hole had been dug, just big enough to seat the bag inside. Clem and Sharon stared at the bag, even though they hadn’t spoken a single word since the jewelry store they had a moment of silence.

In the quiet Clem reached in her pocket, pulling out a silver watch with a broken black clock face, once an impressive and fancy piece now a paper weight.

Sharon stared curiously, her voice gravelly and weak as she spoke. “Is that Lee’s?”

Clementine nodded. The watch had slipped off Lee’s wrist in his final moments, in his sickness and starvation the watch would no longer stay on. Lee didn’t want it any more.

Although she wished to cherish the item, looking at the dirt mound Clementine wanted to bury it. Just as Sharon couldn’t bury her family or (whole) mother, Clementine couldn’t bury her parents or her protector. 

“Do you want to bury it?” Sharon asked.

With her permission Clementine slowly lowered the watch, hesitating before finally dropping it.

With dirt stained hands Sharon began filling the grave, leaving a small divot in the mound of dirt to remove a small bunch of pansies from the garden and plant it on the grave.

This time Sharon felt she needed to fill the silence. “My mom. . . I want to believe she didn’t. . .” She sighed. “She was nice, she worked full time so I wasn’t able to spend a lot of time with her, not as much as I wanted to.”

Clem nodded.

“Lee was an amazing guy, he always tried his best even when he wasn’t good at it, never gave up.”

Clementine nodded again. “He was always nice to me.”

After the brief and poor eulogy the two continued staring at the grave in silence until they finally left the park.

Sharon picked a cafe nearby to hide in, the large windows provided a good view of the park for when someone else showed up and behind the counter would be a good spot to hide from the wandering dead outside.

The interior had been almost entirely stripped of anything useful, the only things Sharon could find was a cupboard full of rags, towels, table linens, and aprons with the cafe’s logo. She emptied the cupboard out and threw it all on the ground behind the counter to create a makeshift bed, as they had no sleeping bags.

When safe Clementine quickly peeled the blood soaked jacket and dropped it to the ground, not wanting to spend another moment with it on, then watched as Sharon took off her own jacket and began sifting through her backpack.

Clem didn’t want to rest, her eyes felt impossible to force down right now. She didn’t want to have nightmares about today, the thought of seeing her parents again terrified her. 

To prevent herself from falling asleep against her will Clem dropped her backpack and wandered around. She explored the cafe cautiously, she didn’t open any closed doors in case of a walker inside- and stared out the glass windows for any signs of movement not from a dead body.

"Clementine."

Hearing her name from Sharon's mouth felt wrong, her tone didn't sound particularly nasty yet it cut knives into the young girl's heart. Turning around slowly, Clem saw Sharon had displayed everything the both of them owned on the counter and was slowly staring blankly at her journal.

"We need to talk." The urge to talk about anything slipped away, all the questions in Clem's mind faded. She slowly approached the counter and faced her head toward the objects, pretending to look at everything though she stared at Sharon through the corner of her eyes.

"We both haven't been completely honest with each other. I don't want to do that anymore. I. . . I care about you, I really do." Sharon closed her eyes, she knew this conversation needed to happen. She wouldn’t go into detail about her revelations in the hotel room but had to start with this until she is in better hands. "From now on we have to be honest, okay?"

Clementine nodded. "I didn't know he was your daddy." The word felt too childish in her mouth, after today she lost that part of her.

Sharon opened her eyes and the two held the same position of staring at each other from their peripheries. She wanted to start the conversation by airing out her own lies for the little girl’s sake, but didn’t expect her to speak first. ". . . he didn't tell you?"

"He asked a lot about you and everybody else. He told me he knew my mom and dad, he told me his family was alive and told them all about me, he. . . he lied to me. . ." Clem wrung her hands together nervously. “Why did I listen to him? Even Duck knew he was lying! This is all my fault.”

Sharon turned her head away and blinked, hoping to get rid of the tears welling in her eyes but only made it spill. She stayed silent as the little girl next to her sobbed and muttered harmful words of self blame.

"I'm so sorry, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have listened to him. I'm so stupid-"

"No. No!" Sharon knelt down to the little girl’s level but still didn’t meet her eyes. "You don’t blame yourself, my dad knew what he was doing, he wanted to hurt us."

“But-“

"No, Clementine, you didn’t know. This isn't your fault it's his. He knew exactly what to say to you, he manipulated you, all the time he spent talking to you was to hurt us. We should have stopped it when we saw it but we were distracted because. . . because of me.”

"What?" Clem’s face scrunched up as she desperately tried wiping away her tears. "How?"

“We knew you were talking to someone when we were on the train but after losing the Motor Inn and Katjaa and Lilly and. . . we were so distracted, we were waiting for a good time to talk about it but it never came.”

Clementine stayed silent, digesting Sharon's words as she spoke in a low rumble as silent tears dripped freely from her face.

“If Ben and I spoke up we would have been prepared to handle everything, we might have gotten away. . . but we couldn’t, because Ben and I were sneaking supplies out to the bandits.”

“What? Why? Why would you do that?”

“The people from Save-Lots threatened us. Every time Ben or Travis had a night watch I would go outside the gates and try to find everything they wanted, that way we weren’t stealing from our own supplies- until later.” The words hesitated to come out of Sharon’s mouth as she only began to accept the truth as she was explaining it. “I convinced myself it wasn't my secret to tell: it was Ben's. I told him if I didn't make it back from a trip- he needed to tell everyone about the deal. I told him that if someone asked him, he should blame me so he wouldn't be punished for it.”

“Why? I don't understand, why would you want him to blame you?”

“Because. . . I wanted an excuse. I wanted to leave so badly to find Lisa but I. . . I was scared. I was so scared to leave and I knew if Ben told everybody that I was responsible then. . . then I would be forced to leave, even if I was scared.”

Clem began to sob again. "What about me?"

Sharon's heart couldn’t take much more stress.

"You would leave me behind? And Duck, and Katjaa, and Kenny, and Lee, and Ben, and Travis-"

“Clementine.” Sharon ran a hand through her oily hair, trying to find a way to explain it. “You know. . . you know how badly you wanted to find your parents?”

Clementine reluctantly nodded.

 “You met up with my. . .” The word ‘dad’ is now disgusting in her mouth. “You met up with him behind our back and that’s how I felt, I had to do anything to find her even if it was wrong.”

The little girl trembled in the spot, her voice devolved into squeaks as she couldn’t control her voice anymore. “I missed them so much, I just wanted to see them again- and I was mad at you.” 

Sharon tilted her head slightly. She would understand if Clementine was mad after hearing the confession, but didn’t expect it before she knew the truth.

She took a deep breath in an attempt to control her breathing. “We went to your friend Lisa's house and they let you look for her at Crawford, we went to where you wanted but nobody wanted to find my family. Nobody wanted to find my parents.”

“Clementine, I am so- so sorry.” Sharon released her held breath and reached out, pulling Clem into a hug that made the little girl squirm at first, she felt she didn’t deserve the affection. Feeling the warm embrace Clem quickly gave in and hugged back.

The girls stayed in each other's embrace until their cries turned to uneven breathing with long dried tears. The comfort of holding another person close after experiencing hell stopped time, nothing outside mattered as all that is important is in here right in front of them.

Soon enough Clementine found herself jolted awake, even though she felt safe still in the embrace her heart didn’t stop racing. "What time is it?" She asked, not knowing how long she was asleep for.

"Past midnight, I think." Sharon let go of the little girl, her body looked so fragile from months of rationing and a lifetime worth of trauma.

Clementine peered above the counter top, eyes unable to make anything out  the windows from the lack of light, not even the moonlight provided enough to see. "What are we going to do?"

Standing up Sharon blindly searched the counter and grasped onto her flashlight. She wrapped the top with a rag to dilute the light, leaving us enough for the two of them to see one another. "The plan was to wait here for a day, after that we leave."

"Only a day?" Clementine locked eyes with Sharon. "What if someone comes back and we're not here?"

"That's the plan.” Sharon stretched and popped her back, squinting at their makeshift bed. “Everyone has limited supplies, we can't afford to wait for longer than a day."

"We can come back then, right? What if Duck and Kenny show up? Or Ben and Travis?" The little girl held herself together, the possibility of leaving her friends behind being too much for her to handle. "What happened to them? Why weren't they with you?"

"Clementine, slow down." Sharon reached out, but before her hands could make contact Clementine stepped back.

"No! Where are they? Why are we meeting back here and not at the house?"

Sharon dropped her shoulders, eyes darting along the ground. She knew she had to tell this truth but wasn’t prepared to face it herself. "We all got split up."

"I'm not dumb. You said you weren't going to lie anymore." Clem held her arms stiff at her sides. "No more lies."

"That wasn’t. . ." The woman closed her eyes and recalled the day before. "Ben, Travis, and Molly got trapped in a house, they had to be left behind. They are alive."

Clem stayed silent, watching Sharon carefully for any signs of lying.

"Christa and Omid got separated from us, we saw them safe on top of a roof nearby the hotel. They said we would meet here, I don't know where they are now.”

“Where's Duck?”

“Duck is. . .” Sharon hesitated. “He’s. . .”

“Sharon, where’s Duck and Kenny?”

“They. . . when. . .” She sighed. “We were traveling by rooftop to get away from the walkers on the streets. I fell through this hole in a roof and Duck-” Sharon choked on her own breath.

“Then what?”

She forced herself to continue. “Then Duck jumped down trying to save me. He got hurt. Kenny jumped down and helped me back up, then he just. . . he took Duck and disappeared in the crowd of walkers. . . we don’t know if they got out.”

Clementine stared ahead, her eyes wide in terror.

“I’m sorry.” Was all Sharon could say.

Clementine began to cry with silent tears, she didn’t have the strength to cry out loud anymore.

"Come here.” Sharon scrunched together the bed in hopes to give it more cushion. “Lay back down.”

Sharon sat on the cloth pile and although the bed was made for Clementine to sleep alone they shared it. 

With a slight lean Sharon grabbed the flashlight and flicked it off, keeping it grasped firmly in case of an emergency.

Through the night both were unsure if either had fallen asleep at any point. 

Sharon hadn’t slept a moment. Her eyes felt glued open even if she couldn’t see anything, she stayed vigilant for any sounds or any lights. She knew she shouldn’t be alone with Clementine, their next conversation would only lead to more tears. 

Clementine would find herself waking up without remembering falling asleep, each time she had hoped time had passed. Each time she woke it was the same position, same darkness, and same uncomfortable sleeping spot.

Even though Sharon kept her warmer than the cold linoleum floor, she could feel a chill from within, a strange feeling made her uncomfortable being close to Sharon. Guilt? Fear? Shame? She didn’t know.

The two welcomed the sunlight lighting the room around them, Sharon waited until the faintest hint of direct sun entered through the windows before stirring. 

Clementine woke easily and wordlessly, she knew exactly what it meant. The sun meant she would soon be warm and off the ground but it also meant they would be abandoning any of their friends still alive and still in Savannah.

The two stood and silently packed their bags back up, Sharon had left a few items behind, taking Christa’s advice to lighten her load by removing a few personal and useless items. 

She left behind a few drawings Duck and Clementine had made her, leaving only one from each child folded in her bag. A page of leftover stickers, the same on Clementine’s radio. After a quick change Sharon discarded her worn shirt, leaving herself one change of clothes.

After some debate, Sharon decided to keep the pajamas, not ready to let it go just yet.

As they packed their bags and begrudgingly donned their blood soaked jackets once again, they set out, leaving the coffee shop and Savannah behind.

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So, I really hoped other people enjoyed my writing. I’ll be honest, it is very self indulgent (seeing as Sharon started out as half self insert half the kind of person I wanted to be) and not the most well written, but I enjoyed writing it and enjoy planning what is going to happen next. Speaking of, I will now be starting-

🎇Season 1.5✨

It always annoyed me how large the time skip in between Season 1 and Season 2 is! how Clementine never mentions her winter, summer, and spring with Christa and Omid! You know nothing about it! So, I’m going to indulge further in to what my smooth little brain likes to write :)

Have a good summer, y’all. I’m going on vacation ✌