The Walking Dead: Season 1 (Male Reader x Clementine)

Chapter 13: Who's For Dinner?

Larry: Brenda, you are an angel!

Duck: Biscuits, wow!

As Daryl, Lee and Andy enter the house, Lilly walks into the dining room.

Duck: Oh, boy!

Andy: Excuse the mess. We had to block the back door after a walker got upstairs. Don't worry, that was a while ago and they ain't been back inside since.

They enter the dining room. Everyone except Brenda is already sitting down. Andy takes a seat.

Brenda: Everybody sit down and I'll go get the meal! Ooh, this is a delight!

Kenny: I could eat a horse.

Daryl: Where's Mark?

Brenda: Now, don't you worry about him. I've already brought some food up. You just let him rest.

Lee: Mind if I wash my hands first?

Brenda: Bathroom's right outside in the hall. And be sure to get under your nails, you've been muckin' around in the dirt all day.

Lee nods and enters the hallway and sneaks quietly upstairs and opens the closet door.

Lee: What do they need so much morphine for?

He then sees the trash can.

Lee: Eugh. What is this stuff? Looks like a bunch of medical waste in here. IV tubes, saline... What would dairy farmers need with this kind of stuff?

Lee sees a power cord.

Lee: Huh. Where's that cord going?

Lee turns on the power cord and notices that it goes through a hole in the back of the closet and lights the room beyond.

Lee: What the hell?

Lee enters the bedroom and sees the bed empty.

Lee: Where the hell is Mark? I thought Brenda said he was up here resting?

He then sees blood.

Lee: Is that blood?

Noticing that the area behind the bookshelf is lit up, Lee pushes the bookshelf out of the way to reveal a door. He opens it to discover Mark lying on the floor of the bathroom, bleeding everywhere, with both his legs severed above the knee.

Mark: Lee...

Lee: Mark! What the hell happened?

Mark: Brothers...

Lee: What the hell happened to your legs, man?

Mark: Don't... eat... dinner...

Lee gets up, horrified at realizing what everyone will eat for dinner.

Brenda: Lee, did ya fall in? Dinner's on the table and everyone's havin' at!

Duck: Barbecue! Wow...

Larry: How on Earth did y'all get barbecue meat?

Lee: Clementine!

Daryl looked at the meat, skeptically. It didn't look like anything he has ever hunt before, nor did it look like beef or pork. Didn't smell like it either. A horrible thought crossed Daryl's mind as the pieces fell together in his head. He made eye contact with Y/N, who was cutting his food and was about to eat some. Daryl's eyes widen and he shook his head, Y/N understood this meaning and put his fork down. Daryl was about to reach for his crossbow as Lee runs downstairs and bursts into the dining room. Clementine is about to take a bite of dinner.