Walking Dead Game Collection

"Power Of Imagination"

Title: Power of Imagination
Characters: Luke, Clementine, Bonnie
Summary: Luke grows curious when Clementine begins to "talk" to Sarah and Nick.
Author's Note: This is so cute and so sad omg enjoy ;-;
Requested By: thederpartist
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That gentle laugh that he loved so much. Luke was always so used to hearing it. At least before he was, now the glorious sound almost never entered the air. So why, why now of all times, was it happening? He had gotten so used to the dull silence that filled the rooms around him. It became normal. Now that he was being jolted back to the laugh he adored, he wasn't sure if he liked it. Now returning to the tense quiet of the house would be far too painful.
His head poked around the corner, scratching at his stubble nervously as he started towards the noises. The faint russells and shifting of feet against hardwood floors. Sounds that were far more common before they had lost so many.
"Clem?" He asked, voice soft and gentle. Nowadays, Clementine was far more fragile than before. She was more prone to take offense to simple statements. To jolt or fly to her feet when a sudden noise outside sounded. To flinch away from the touch of others or to dismiss herself from a room without a word or reason. She was aching and anyone could see it. And why.
When the male got nothing back in return, his knuckles reached up to rap against the tall wooden door that was the separation from her and the cheerful giggles.
"What's going on?"
Luke jolted, glancing to his side as his orbs met a whirl of fire-red hair.
"Bonnie," He whispered, rather breathlessly. There was a system here in their small group. Whenever anyone wished to go and speak with the raven-haired-child, they spoke softly, calmly. She seemed so broken recently and they didn't want to risk shattering her even more. Like a piece of glass, one wrong move and they could shatter her. The group had gotten used to always speaking silently, so when Clementine wasn't around and they could speak normally, it was always a small jolt from the comforting and soft wall they would build.
"What are you doing?" Her arms crossed over her chest, her eyebrows raising slightly as she studied the hesitant male.
Luke made eye contact with the door before standing tall and turning to fully face the female, stuffing his hands in his pockets before speaking. "I heard Clem laugh."
The red-head's eyes widened. "Really? Just once? Or was it more than one?"
It was sad how rare of a feat it was. Whenever they got a smile out of Clementine they acted as if she had just been accepted into college.
"Once. Really quietly to." His eyes glanced back to the wooden barrier. "I can't help but wonder why."
"Me too." Her arms fell to her sides as she joined his gaze against the wooden surface. Another gentle giggle entered the air, causing the two in sync to smile sweetly. Oh how they had missed that. "Let's go inside."
Luke's hand grabbed the female's before it had a chance to make contact with the door, pushing it back down to her side. "We need to be careful."
She rolled her eyes. "You were about to knock on that door before I butted in. You're just jealous because I'm actually gunna do it." She smirked teasingly as she gently pushed him to the side, rapping her knuckles against the door and gripping the doorknob.
Luke rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall beside her, glancing back at the female with a smirk. She always knew how to push his buttons.
"Clem? It's Bonnie and Luke. Can we come in?"
Silence. Hesitation. And then, "Sure. Doors open." A faint voice spoke.
Bonnie turned towards the male with wide eyes, nodding reassuringly before pushing the door open and stepping inside. Her room was warm; at least warmer than the rest of the house. Maybe it was because she spent so much time in here recently it had just absorbed her body heat.
Clementine was resting on her bed, hugging a piece of paper to her chest, smiling up at the ceiling.
"Wacha doing, Clem?" Bonnie asked, taking a seat beside her and smiling down at her innocent face.
Clementine gave a small smile and sat up. "I'm talking with Nick and Sarah."
A blink. A glance. A questioning gaze. That's all that Luke had received from the red-head. "W-What do you mean Clem?" He sputtered out finally after finally understanding that her gaze was probing him to speak.
"Nick and Sarah. I've been talking with them."
Luck raised an eyebrow. "How?"
Bonnie glanced over towards him once more, and more hesitant this time. They were walking on eggshells now, one wrong and they would make a mess they would be unable to cleanup.
"Over there." Clementine pointed towards the other bed opposite of her own using her hand holding the small sheet. The bed Sarah would have used. She paused however, noticing it was empty. Her hand slowly began to lower in defeat, resting against her lap once more.
A worried gaze was exchanged between the adults. The eggshells were cracking. And they were slipping.
"But..." She breathed, seemingly confused. She glanced down into her palm, finally realizing she was holding something there. Hesitantly she flipped over the paper revealing the small faint image of her, Nick and Sarah all together. Sarah had brought her camera along and had insisted on taking a photo of all of them. Nick had hesitated but as Sarah continued to push him and Clementine had agreed. That was all she had left of them.
"Oh." She whispered, her voice wavering as she glanced down at the tiny faded photograph. It wasn't real. She had imagined it all. They were gone. "I thought it was really them I...I heard Sarah's voice."
Bonnie placed a hand against the raven-haired child's shoulder as she spoke.
Luke frowned. They had slipped off the eggshells. They had lost.
"S-Sorry. I thought...I thought it was really them."
Bonnie shook her head. "It's alright darling."
Clementine glanced up, her glassed over eyes meeting the gaze of the other two. "I want to sleep." She slipped out of the red-head's grasp, curling up under her sheets and zoning out of the world around her. Bonnie arm fell against her sheets in defeat, standing and starting towards the door. "Alright Clem. You sleep." She sighed.
"Goodnight." Her sad voice had called from her bed, hiding her teary face in her old and stale sheets.
"Goodnight Clem." Luke called back. But as he went to close the door he watched as her hand reached out, grabbed her picture, and tugged it back under the covers with her.
Maybe she could see them in her dreams.
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