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

The Nearing of Snow

"I trust you."

(I translated most of Arvo's Russian, so bear with me if it's not accurate.)

1st Person

I snapped out my thoughts and looked up, my girlfriend's eyes locking with mine before I was pulled down by the collar of my jacket to the middle of the deck.

Y/N: "What? What is it?" I asked quickly, shifting to turn at the direction where I was standing moments before.

Clementine: "There's someone coming toward us," she warned.

That was enough for Jane to stop her efforts on the lock and crouch beside the entrance of the second floor before looking out.

Jane: "Shit, shit, shit. He's coming this way. And who knows if he has friends nearby. I don't like having some stranger sneaking around."

Y/N: "What does he look like?"

Jane: "Scrawny, limping, almost like a walker."

Clementine: "So we fight him?"

Y/N: "Like Jane said, he could have people roaming around. They'll most likely jump us."

Jane: "We should see what he's up to, though. We've got enough on our plates either way with a baby coming."

Clementine: "Maybe we can try talking to him?" She suggested, gesturing to me and herself without any of my opinions.

Yet again, it's not like I could've denied her.

Jane: "Good call..." Her voice came down to a whisper when we heard the stranger's squeaky limps, "Shit. Hide. Now."

With a plan in set, Jane rushed for a hiding spot in the open garage room while Clem pulled me with her to hide behind the Civil War cannon.

We made sure to follow the intruder's shadow behind the cannon so we wouldn't be seen. When his back was turned, Clem stood up while I took out my empty rifle; it didn't have any ammunition, but it would've been enough to intimidate him.

Clementine: "Hey," she spoke, gaining the boy's attention.

On instinct, the older looking teen pulled out a revolver, aiming it right at my girlfriend. My obvious predicts were correct as he quickly aimed the gun down at the sight of my rifle.

Y/N: "You're a kid, like us," I commented.

Clementine: "But who are you?"

Arvo: "I'm Arvo," he answered as he trembled, his voice carried with a Russian accent. "I'm going to go. I don't want to get shot. A-And I don't want to shoot anyone. Especially маленькая девочка. A, uh, little girl."

I didn't hesitate to keep my rifle up as I spotted Jane sneaking up behind the older teen, no weapons in hand. Being close enough, Jane skillfully covered the boy's mouth to muffle his startled yelp and snatched his revolver out his hands, now aiming it at him.

Jane: "Back up," she ordered. "Put the bag down. And Clem, make sure he doesn't have any other weapons in there."

Arvo, with a frown, tossed the bag onto the wooden floor, the impact making a near-deaf thud as Clementine crouched to search it. All of our eyes widened when the bag was unzipped, revealing a large stash of medicine; but this caused Arvo to panic.

Arvo: "No, I have no more guns. I swear to you. Take whatever you want, but don't take that medicine. It's for my sister. My older sister. She is sick. The pain makes her cry, and that makes those things come. Please. This medicine is all she has."