The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 132 - teenagers

It's been a couple days since you snapped your rib and you've mainly been resting and doing jobs that don't require much manual labour with Louis whose arm is still in a harness so it's mainly tending to horses and things like that.

They days have been pretty calm and the weather has been great.

But on a night when you go to sleep you keep waking up in cold sweats thinking about the walker. The one who max had killed back at the camp.

Clem can tell something is wrong but she hasn't brought it up yet maybe thinking you're walking up from the pain or maybe just your usual nightmares.

Max hasn't been to aggressive except an occasional comment about eating people like he usually does but none of it has been to persuasive like when he tries to convince whether with words or by pressuring your mental state.

You are all sat around the dinner table eating and talking.

You: so how's their wall coming along?

Clem: daren found an old trash can like suggested. We started with a few of the supports but nothings actually a wall yet just a bunch of posts made out of chair legs. We also need to fill the bin with stuff. We suggested rocks and bits of wrecked cars. Anything heavy and useless. So walkers can't push it easily and it won't roll in the wind.

You: could put walker bodies in there. It would stop the walkers from getting attracted.

Clem: and it would stink.

You: true but what else does a bin do.

Clem: yeah but I don't think they could handle that smell at all times.

You: yeah I couldn't. And if they were alive they'd smell you whenever you get close so all of a sudden your front gate starts growling at you when you want to go out.

Clem chuckles a little.

Clem: Imagine staying out later than you were meant to and you try sneaking into the garden and your front gate start screaming angrily at you.

You: could be a good burglar alarm.

Clem laughs again as you continue eating.

Clem: so how's your book coming along?

You: the hobbit?

Clem: yeah.

You: I've almost finished it.

Clem: good. Are you enjoying it still?

You: yeah I'm really into it. Finley says his dad used to have films for the books that come after. But I can't find that book.

Clem: shame. We'll have to find a book store in the town.

You: yeah hopefully it isn't coated in blood.

Clem: you'd probably still read it.

You: can't pass up a good book. You should read it once I'm done with it.

Clem: I don't think it's my thing.

You: oh I'm sorry I forgot you only like picture books that speak in rhymes.

Clem laughs and punches you in your side. Then her face drops when you wince.

Clem: oh my Jesus Christ I'm so sorry.

You laugh as she covers her mouth.

You: I'm not a porcelain doll clem I can take a playful punch.

Clem: well it still hurt you.

You: because I'm a whimp.

You say with a smile which makes her smile back and you go back to eating.