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

Everything's Horrible

"You're not my son!"

1st person

We watched in panic as Sarita's severed arm fell on the hard floor, her whimpers and cries strained as she tried her best to stay quiet.

Sarita: "You... you..." She murmured as she stared at my brother with tears in her eyes.

Duck: "Please... I tried, mom—"

She stammered back, unable to hold in her pain as she let out a cry that attracted the nearby walkers. My brother and I instantly accepted to save her, slashing at the dead who dared take a bite of her.

But it was too late.

Kenny: "Sarita?" He gasped when he heard her cries, "NO!"

Mike: "Where're you going? Kenny!"

Duck: "Dad!"

Sarita: "Kenny!"

My dad hurriedly joined the group, striking every walker in his lover's way. Duck and I were pushed back after Sarita collapsed to the ground, the loss of blood taking a toll on her.

Duck: "Mom!"

Y/N: "Sarita!"

My dad kneeled by her side, cradling her in his arms like it would heal her in an instant. We all knew she was turning, her whimpers only fading away by the second as her body involuntarily spasmed.

Kenny: "No! You can't die. I won't let you die!"

Mike: "We have to move! There's too many..."

Y/N: "Dad! I'm so sorry," I said as I kneeled.

My dad only teared up more, shaking his head slightly as his voice broke.

Kenny: "Come on, babe," He begged.

Mike: "Kenny! She's dead, man. She's gone," He reasoned while protecting us from the strays.

Kenny: "Leave us alone!"

Clementine: "She was bit!"

Duck: "Dad— Please, I tried to—"

Kenny: "How fucking dare you?!" He exploded at his son. "It isn't gonna go like this," He promised Sarita.

Mike: "Kenny!"

Y/N: "Dad! Listen!" I yelled.

Kenny: "I won't be left alone again," He refused to let me through.

Y/N: "You won't be alone!"

Kenny: "We're gonna leave. We're gonna get out of this," He muttered. "I don't care what these fuckers are saying, you're gonna be fine."

Mike: "She's gonna turn, man! You gotta let go!"

Suddenly, I felt familiar arms wrap around me from behind, holding onto me tight as I looked up.

Clementine: "It's okay."

My brother, the bloodied hatchet gripped firmly in his hand, raised it up with a determined look on his face. His weapon lingered over Sarita's turned body, his look meeting her white-empty gaze before he plummeted the hatchet down, right in the deadly space between her eyes.