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

Get Out

"No, those people are like us, just on a different path..."

1st Person | Present

It's been two years, two whole years.

I haven't grown much, but Carley notices every day, hell, she comments on every time I breathe.

But everyday I wonder what they're doing, what Clem and Duck are doing. Have they stuck together? Stayed as a team?

Has she forgotten about me? Maybe got together with him? I need to write this in my journal— No, that's too embarrassing.

I can't finish my inner monologue when a leg swiftly swipes beneath me, contacting with my calves as my back lands on the soft ground full of leaves. Soon, a dull knife abruptly stops right in front of my neck, and Charlie gives me that cheeky smile he always does.

"Trouble in paradise?" he asks me, pulling his knife away to switch it with a helping hand. I take it. "You're distracted. Is it about that girl you're always whining about?

"I know— and yes," I admit, brushing any leaves that might have stuck to the cloth of my sweater. "Speaking of paradise, how's James?"

James and Charlie. They joined not too long ago when the snow began to melt. Their strange aura was enough for Alpha— the new leader— to accept them.

It's been a few months since Hera abandoned the group. She was supposed to be a leader and I trusted her, but I suppose it wasn't enough.

"He's fine," Charlie assures, rolling his shoulders with I guess is a new sore. "He's been distant lately."

"Distant," I repeat. "Is it the about the plan to invade...?"

"Alexandria?" He nods, his eyes furrowing. "Yeah."

"I never really get him." I cross my arms, tapping my foot on instinct. "How're you able to deal with someone like him? He's too quiet, and wouldn't warn you if a walker snuck up on you."

"He's just adapting." He pushes a hand through his hair, a sign of anxious I notice. "The whole idea of killing doesn't fit well with him."

"It's what you do to survive," I retort. What am I saying? "And unless you can fix him, he needs to get out there. He's too scared to even lure a horde."

"I know." He sighs. "I'll talk to him."

"Please do. It's tonight."

...

But would Clem say this?

*

By the time it's dinner time, I sit around a campfire with Carley, Omar, Charlie, a couple of other people, and James. The invasion is suppose to take place tonight, and the sun is currently setting, everyone's cutout walker masks sitting on their laps for quick use.

"You're growing," Carley says, making me groan.

"I get it, Carley." I mimic her, smiling by the end of it, "You're growing! By the time you're fourteen, you'll be taller than Omar. Blah. Blah. Blah."

"Okay, I don't sound like that." She playfully narrows her eyes. "If you hadn't caught those bunnies, I would've had you stay back here instead of coming with us to Alexandria."

"It's fucking freezing," Charlie comments, using his hands to rub his arms for warmth.

"Yeah, well, you're gonna have to deal with it, little man," Omar says, a smile curving on his lips. "Y/n never complained about the cold, she always fought it like a champ."