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Gabe @ People: >:(

Gabe @ Clementine: :)

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gabe needs one hell of a clean up but lets get this fandom bread guys.

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         ‘   next time, i’m not gonna sit back and watch.                                               i’m gonna do something.                                                        i have to.    ’

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seeing the garcias rise from the dead be like...

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clem never taught aj euchre

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he didn’t look like he was paying attention, so it would be easy to jump him. walking around like that through that area —- he HAD to be one of lilly’s men. he had to be delta. clementine didn’t hold anything back. he had more fight in him than she thought he’d have, so when he counterattacked it caught her by surprise just a little, but not enough that she didn’t REACT. bow in hand, arrow in place —- if he moved wrong, he was dead. she didn’t even have to tell him to turn around, but when he did, her heart sank.

and she wasn’t the only one having a strong reaction. immediately she lowered her weapon and stared at him in awe. she never thought they’d see each other again. ❝ gabe? i—- ❞ what could she SAY that wouldn’t sound completely obvious? nothing would be enough. after she found aj she was so far away from richmond that she grieved the fact they would never reunite, but she accepted it. and now there he was.

❝ you’re alive. you’re… HERE, i… ❞ with nothing else to say, she just ran towards him and gave him a tight HUG.

          HE THOUGHT HE WAS DREAMING, a sick little trick of his brain so he would wake up and the reality that his only friend never came home set in.   even to this day, there was always that little hope that when he woke up, returned from supply run or walker clearance... she would of arrived, his uncle grinning ear-to-ear when he got to gate, waiting to give him the news.   it was stupid, it was something he should of grown out of as he got older and he spent less time daydreaming and more time taking on his role inside Richmond and the responsibilities piled on and the thought was left to collect dust like boxes in the attic.

   and today, it all came crashing back.   his jaw hung making him look like a fish out of water as she stood over him, there was no mistaking her for anyone else, he knew that hat, he knew that face, he knew those eyes-- 

                             ❝ –    cle-- ❞   he didn’t finish as clementine slammed into him, causing him to fall backwards onto the concrete yet again but he didn’t care, he just grins.  his arms come around her tightly returning and he finds his face buried in her denim shoulder.   it wasn’t a dream, he was hearing her, touching her, smelling her-- okay, smelling might not of been such a good idea.   gabe laughs, muffled in her jacket.                             ❝ –    shit, clem... i -- i can’t believe it! ❞

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    today could not get any better than this.   being miles away from home was a discomfort enough but it wasn’t so bad if you have a car.... well, had.   so much for making it there in one piece, after he practically b e g g e d to do this for the sake of richmond... and other reasons.    even now as a young man, the need to prove himself was still hot in his veins like fire. it was a simple negotiation,  trade and if they said yes then, great! but no? then he would be on his way home, in and out.   no way would kate let him do anything like this again after today. at least, not without his uncle.

     looking for a new ride was easier said than done, he knew how futile that task was when the roads was stripped bare of what it had, but the thought of home and a hot meal waiting for him kept his feet going.   and the most he would be tasting that evening was DIRT.    he didn’t hear them coming, knelt down beside a car that looked decent enough but it wasn’t how shiny the car looked but rather what it still had inside, he checked the tires for inflation... and the next thing he knew his temple hit the floor hard enough for his vision to go white briefly,  hands were on him and encouraging his hands behind, instinct kicks in and he resists once the stars left his vision, he swings his head upward connecting with the attacker’s chin, he hit hard enough for her to falter and he suddenly rolls over, throwing her off and back onto his feet.  he pats the ground furiously until his fingers close around a rock and before he could swing.   he hears the stretch of a bow, the string squeaks under the pressure and an arrow glints as it’s pulled back making him freeze on the spot.   his head was thrumming and now he was still, the cold breeze informed him of a wet rivulet of red that slowly crept down the side of his face.  he was panting, and heart hammering.    shit.

   the rock fell from his hands with a thud and his hands slowly raise up, shit. fuck.    he turns around, finally facing his attacker who got the jump on him on what has to be his unluckiest day yet-- oh how that changed, how it changed.    gabriel turns his body and eyes lift up to the person standing above him, and he sees her.   her.

                    ❝ –    holy. shit.     ❞

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its been nearly two years and i still can't get over that when raising the armory, Gabe was bagging gun then chose and grabbed a gun specially for Clementine.

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                       NOW… WHAT DO YOU DO                                                                 IF I GET BIT?

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         ‘   next time, i’m not gonna sit back and watch.                                               i’m gonna do something.                                                        i have to.    ’

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    memories were fickle, some were the happiest while      some could be the saddest, enough to tug at your heart      and bring the all-to-familiar of sting to your eyes -- he thin      -ks back to his family, yaya and pipo, uncle hector, his fa-      ther -- they had issues, what family didn’t but, they were      knitted in the bond of blood, even when javi got kicked ou      -t. they still opened the door, he still smiled when he saw      his uncle walk in. 

        ❝  –  i always loved your visits... ❞

    he says almost under his breath, there a dragged hesitance,      as if awaiting a ‘but’ or something else to add, but he lets the      words weave on their own, allowing javi to pick it up, or simp      -ly select the memory they shared when he would visit.

` — “I remember when you were little, how excited you would always be when I came home to visit. I miss when life was so… simple.”

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Javier and Gabe Garcia Icons from Season 3 -@maxissmelly

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I want to see my little boy

HERE HE COMES

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calling ur dad “my father” is just the socially acceptable way of saying “my dads a bastard and i hate him”

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breaks my heart to this day that gabe’s ultimate fate, although determined, is him committing suicide. 

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Gabe Garcia Icons from Ties That Bind - Part 2 -@slytherinjoshwashington

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