Walking Dead Game Collection

"Clean Shave"

Title: Clean Shave
Characters: Clementine, Kenny
Summary: Clementine finds a razor and some shaving cream and decides to give Kenny's beard a shave.
Author's Note: The dad/daughter vibes are so cute aw
Requested By: Anonymous
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If she hadn't had that flashback, she wouldn't have known what they were. But, thanks to her Dad, she was well aware.
The razor.
It rests peacefully, untouched, inside the small mirrored cabinet in one of the ski lodge bathrooms. Completely untouched. Safe. Unlike the rest of the world.
Clementine moved softly, reaching inside and removing it from its home - along with shaving cream - and sliding it into her small, gentle palm.
She left the room, the door giving a gentle click behind her. The occasional rooms in the lodge that seemed almost untouched were her favourites. They were still so pure. They had been saved; the ones that were frozen in time before the world went to, well frankly, shit.
"Swear." She mumbled to herself, shaking her head and giving a gentle chuckle. Even she couldn't help it sometimes. The people in their group used curse words as often as "the". It was in almost every sentence. In an environment like that, it worked its way into one's vocab.
"What was that, Clem?" Kenny's eyes shifted to look at her from where he was propped on the other end of the room. He was sitting next to one of the large windows, lounging back in one of their comfy couches with his legs propped up against a plastic lawn chair. He had a book cracked open in front of him, but his eyes and head were tilted upwards to meet the child's alert gaze.
"N-Nothing," She finally managed to fumble out, squeezing the objects tightly in her palms. Now that she was here, standing in front of him, the question dancing in front of her eyelids, she felt silly wanting to ask it. But it still danced, doing its solo, waiting for applause.
Kenny's eyes never broke contact with her own, waiting patiently and studying her stiff movements. Until, finally, she broke forwards. Her physique cracked and her shoulders slumped.
"I found these," She said quietly, so quietly he could almost barely hear her.
Her father used to shave twice a week, every Wednesday and every Sunday. As he stood in the bathroom, lathering up his face, she would stumble in beside him and step up onto the stool she used to brush her teeth. She would grin up at him, her toothy and gaping smile tugging a smile onto his tense face. Then he would dab a blotch of shaving cream onto her nose.
"I want to be just like you." She remembered herself saying. So after she lathered it all around her chin and cheeks, her father would hand her a Popsicle stick for her to follow along with. Somehow, that was one of her favourite memories with her dad. Probably because it was on of the few times her father was home. Not on business or travelling. He was spending time with her, teaching her things, showing her how to be more like him; who she inspired to be. Brave, strong, hardworking.
"Can I give you a shave?" She mumbled numbly. She could hardly hear herself say it - as if her inner psyche was speaking for her. It was sending her out of her body and speaking on her behalf.
Kenny's book slowly inched itself shut, eyes crinkling together in confusion.
All of a sudden Clementine felt back in her body, her eyes wide with realization. "Uhh,"
"Sure,"
Just like that, her mind left her body once more and she was left in an astonished state.
He chuckled, hoisting himself out of his seat using the armrests, a faint groan of discomfort detected underneath the joyful surface.
"Might as well, right? It's about time." He scratched his facial hair. "It's getting hard to manage anyways."
Clementine have a small smile. If only she had been that easy to persuade back when Lee demanded she cut her hair.
Kenny started towards he kitchen, waving one of his dirtied hands for her to follow. Quietly, she did. A smile peeling at the corners of her lips.
Finally she crept through the swinging double doors, to see Kenny ready at the sink, tugging a small hand towel closer for assistance. He sat patiently, staring at the wall ahead of him. His eyes gingerly turned to the side, wondering what was holding up the child.
Clementine stood and watched him for a while, examining his readiness, before inching off the cap of the shaving cream. She set the razor down on the counter, prompting Kenny to remove its cover and set it back accordingly.
Finally, carefully, Clementine hit the button on the can and applied shaving cream to the entirety of his beard.
Kenny glanced around, catching his reflection in the fridge and forced down a laugh in his gut.
"How do I look?" He shrugged his shoulders, flashing a grin at the girl.
Clementine grinned, biting down her lower lip to stop herself from laughing at his goofy expression. "You look great Santa, perfect 10 this year."
He smirked.
Clem slowly began working the razor across his face, smiling at the smooth, bald patches as they appeared against his skin.
"It's weird having someone else shave my beard."
"If you sat still it would be less weird."
He smirked. "I'll have you know little missy, I'm an adult. I do what I want."
Clementine smirked, and shook her head playfully. As much as Kenny was short tempered, his still had a soul that always seemed to keep Clem smiling.
He moved his head to the side. Clementine, giving a playful sigh, took his head in her hands and turned it back. "Don't move."
He was still. For a moment, anyway.
All of a sudden, as she set the razor down to clean it, he threw his head towards her so he could face her; half-shaved glory and all.
Clementine stuttered through a laugh, pushing the razor into some water to clean it.
Suddenly, just like that, he whipped a glob of shaving cream onto her nose.
She sat quietly, awestruck as he smiled back at her. Before she could break, she smiled back.
"I'm not the that needs a shave."
"But you could always use a smile."
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