We'll Meet Again (Clementine x Fem!reader)

Our Escape (Part III)

"I'm going to carve out that damn Carver until he's nothing but bones."

1st person

Warning: Kissy kiss 😘

(The dialogue is slightly different, I wanted to try something new.)

The immense pain came in waves when I woke up. I didn't expect myself to go unconscious, especially after Troy's strike.

I only stared at second bunk, not really wanting to move.

Clementine shot me out of my daydream, gently tapping my arm while she kneeled by my side and wearing a worried expression on her face.

"You ready to slap me?" I asked, handing her a pointed look.

Her expression fell and was replaced with a small smile, amused.

"Of course not," She replied. Clem stood up then slowly began to sit down by the end of the stiff mattress, giving me enough time to stop her.

But of course, I didn't.

"How is it?" She gestured to my cheek.

I shook my head, propping myself up with my hands and sitting up. "It hurts a lot," I answered and lightly laughed, trying to ease her tension.

"Don't do that," She didn't buy it. "I was worried."

She looked away, her eyes furrowing as she concentrated.

"I was scared when Troy hit you." She met my gaze, "I was mad. At him, and you."

"Me?" I pointed to myself.

"You," She confirmed. "I tried to stop you, but—"

"I know," I interrupted. "But Kenny's my real father figure. He's the only adult I've got. I couldn't let Carver kill him."

I paused.

"He's okay, right? Right? Where is he?"

"He's okay," She reassured. "He's just sleeping."

I nodded, letting out a small sigh of relief as I closed my eyes. But my relief was flipped to a wave of anger...

"I'm going to carve out that damn Carver until he's nothing but bones," I confessed.

I heard Clem's disapproving sigh. Then her soft hand began to trace the cut on my face, prompting me to open my eyes and focus on her look.

...

"You're pretty," She whispered, likely to ease my pain.

Her words did work like magic as my harsh feelings disappeared in an instant. I felt my lips curling into an embarrassed smile, watching her eyes as they traced every inch of my visible features.

"Am I really a mirror?" I joked.

She playfully rolled her eyes, a grin on her face as she did so, "Shut up."

She continued her trail. Her hand moved from my cheek to my eyes, then finally down to my chin, gripping it tightly as she glared.

"You had me worried," She spoke sternly.

I didn't reply, mainly admiring her look despite her blankly staring at me. Her eyes were exactly like a fierce animal ready to pounce on anything it didn't like. It was notable and I could've stayed there, worshipping, but she leaned closer.

At that time, I probably looked like an average school girl stalking her crush while debating to tell them how she feels.

She looked straight in my eyes, then down at my lips, smiling without any hesitation.