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

New Group

"Come with us."

1st person

"Y/n."

Once Carley said my name, I didn't refuse the embrace that was handed to me afterwards. She was still the same as I remembered, caring and relieving, so I clutched the fabric of her thick sweater in my hands that seemed to be far bigger than the last time we saw each other.

But unfortunately, I forced myself to pull out of the hug, my eyes still wide in disbelief. "I thought you died."

"No, but I came close," Carley admitted with a frown that soon turned into a smile. "See you still got Mark's rifle."

Ah, I forgot about that. "Where is it?" I asked.

"Since I was the one who vouched for you, it's in my area— uhm, after Hera told me to clear you," she said, nodding her head towards the direction of her suppose area.

"Hera?"

"The leader of our camp." She used a hand to gesture at the door. "You should meet the rest, but maybe take a blanket or two just in case. It's fucking freezing." A pause. "You got some crystals in the corner of your eyes."

I was confused, but let my hand wander up to touch my cheek. Carley wasn't lying. I didn't realized I cried; the salty tears must've froze when I was asleep.

"C'mon." She snapped me out of my daze. "Grab a blanket."

Once I stepped outside, my boots crunched against the foot-tall snow and I was surprised to see people, people walking around the camp that seemed to be a community. But they were dressed strangely, almost dirty and even camouflaged with dark green or pure white.

"Is this Wellington?" I asked.

"Wellington?" Carley repeated, her voice now as soft as a whisper. Strange. "This is Hera's camp. We call ourselves the Whisperers."

"The Whisperers? Is that why you're whispering?"

"It's taboo to be louder than a whisper outside your tent." She paused, her expression reluctant. "Who were you with out here?"

My eyes furrowed at the sudden topic change. "Clem. Kenny, Duck, and Christa, some others too, even a baby."

Carley nodded, her eyes widening at a specific name. "Christa. She's alive? And a baby? Is that hers?"

"Christa's alive, but that's not her baby," I revealed. "She was the one taking care of us after Lee..." I paused, letting my gaze fall to the snow.

"I know."

"You know?" I looked at her skeptically.

"Omid told me."

"Omid?!" I exclaimed, but was instantly shushed by Carley, so I lowered my voice. "Omid?"

"He and I ran into each other after you guys were jumped." She smiled. "He was so worried about Christa, but now we can tell him she's alive."

"We?" I repeated before smiling, the trembling cold disappearing. "He's here?"

"Yep." Carley nodded. "I was already with the Whisperers when we found him, so they let him join after some convincing. Maybe they can let you in too."

Suddenly, a hand was lightly pressed against the top of my head and I forced myself to look up. My smile didn't falter at all once I saw that familiar cheeky grin.

"Hey," Omid greeted. "You've grown a whole two inches since I've last saw you."

I instantly turned towards him, desperately pushing myself into a hug, which he gladly returned.