The Walking Dead Clementine x Male Reader: Burn

Chapter 5: William Carver

Y/N: "Get out of here. Now."

The stranger raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Is that how your parents taught you to greet a neighbor?"

Clementine: "We have a gun."

Man: "Smart. I would, too, if I were you guys. But believe me, I'm not the enemy."

As the man speaks, Y/N notices the bulge of a pistol at his side. The man continues, "My family and I are settled a ways downriver. I'm surprised we haven't come across each other yet. What's your name?"

Y/N: "Why do you want to know?"

Seemingly unfazed, the stranger replies, "Call me George." He extends a hand, but neither Y/N nor Clementine takes it. "Mind if I step in for a bit?" Without waiting for a response, he began to make his way inside.

Y/N: "Yes, we do mind."

Still ignoring Y/N, the man glances around, admiring the cabin.

Man: "This is quite a place. Not many cabins this large out here. How many are staying with you?"

Clementine: "Just us."

Man: "Really?"

Clementine: "We manage on our own."

Man: "Must say, I'm impressed." The man pauses, and his demeanor becomes more serious. "Look, I'll get to the point. I'm searching for my group. Seven of them. They've been missing for some time now. Maybe you've seen them. A couple of farm boys, an older man, a Spanish gentleman with his daughter, a quiet girl, taller than you two, a big black man, and a pregnant woman."

Y/N: "Heh... That's a lot of people to misplace."

Man: "You have no idea."

As he wanders into the kitchen, his eyes rest on some stacked dirty dishes.

Man: "A lot of plates for just two people. Seems like a storm passed through."

Y/N: "We're not big on cleaning."

Clementine: "Correction; he's not big on cleaning."

Y/N side eyes Clementine just as the stranger smirks, "Neither am I."

Clementine's eyes dart to a knife on the counter, contemplating her and Y/N's options. The man, however, continues.

Man: "Just passing through, or have you been here long? I hope you're not one of those dreamers heading up north. This place seems perfect. Why would you want to leave after finding it?"

Y/N's instincts kick in as he softly lunges for the knife; but the stranger is quicker, seizing it before either of them can react.

Man: "Where does this go?" the man asks, his eyes narrowing at Y/N.

Clementine: "Uh, it goes in that drawer."

The man places the knife in the drawer and begins to explore the living room. Clementine and Y/N cautiously follow.

From the corner of his eye, Y/N notices Sarah move stealthily from one hiding spot to another.

The stranger glances at a plaid shirt on the couch, a reminiscent look in his eyes.

Man: "I knew someone who wore shirts like that. A doctor. Quite the arrogant and bitchy type, but sharp. I miss him."

Y/N: "What happened to him?"

The man sighs.

Man: "Let's just say our paths diverged. People you're close to can turn on you, given enough time." He looks down and notices a chessboard on the table. "Hmm, white's in a tight spot. Three moves from checkmate. Impressive."