Walking Dead Game Collection

"Colorful Vocab"

Title: Colourful Vocab
Characters: Clementine, Luke, Kenny, Rebecca, Sarita, Alvin, Carlos, Sarah, Nick
Summary: When a curious little girl overheards adult talk and hears a naughty word while she's supposed to be asleep, she asks Luke and the others what the word means. Which leads to more and more embarrassing questions. Takes place before Luke dies.
Author's Note: I'm crying omfg
Requested By: Anonymous
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She was supposed to be sleeping. In fact, she was supposed to have been sleeping for at least a few hours by now. But who could blame the girl for being unable to nap given the events of the day.

In less than 24 hours her and her new group had fled their home, crossed and murdered someone on a dangerous bridge, reunited with her old friend Kenny, and were welcomed into a new home with the condition that they needed to abandon any and all weapons at the door.

To say the least, their day had been filled with chaos which may have explained why after Sarah and Clem had been rushed to bed, the adults lingered behind in the living room splitting a few beers they had found in the back.

They were in the midst of happy giggles and playful chatter, the dust seeming to settle amongst the group that would now become roommates. A groan sounded from just outside of the cabin forcing the group to fall silent. As the eerie sound died down, the knowledge fell over the group that it was merely the windmill that Alvin had ventured outside to shut off, groaning to life just before being powered down.

Luke chuckled, throwing a tipsy smirk in Kenny's direction. "Those beans and peaches get to ya, old man?" Normally Luke would have laid off Kenny, he seemed tense enough as it was, but his liquid courage gave him a sense of pride, one that he told himself he could joke around.

"Oh, fuck off." Kenny spat, a chuckle dancing across his lips as he slammed back the last of his beer.

Clementine's ears perked, brows widening in interest. Hm. That was a new one. Given the quick hushing from Rebecca and Sarita she assumed it was a curse. She thought at this rate she had heard it all, but this one she hadn't heard since she was a little girl. Ironically, she had heard it from Kenny when they had first met ages previous. At the time they were too preoccupied for her to figure out what the phrase meant, and since she hadn't heard it all that often.

Now, hearing it in a calm, quiet setting, it provoked the questions once more.

What exactly did it mean?

"It's okay man, it happens when you get older." He chuckled. "Nothing to be ashamed of." The faint flutter of giggles from the women in the room only added to the slightly drunken, albeit friendly, tone.

"Go fuck yourself, Luke." Kenny sighed, shooting him a smirk tinted sneer. "I ain't getting old."

"Keep telling yourself that."

Sensing the tone shift in the room, the playful banter furthering as Rebecca dove head-first into the playful debacle, Clementine began creeping back to her room. Clearly a child wouldn't be welcome in a conversation filled with words she didn't understand. Besides, given by their immediate wish to still the words, it seemed like a topic reserved for adults only.

But she wouldn't know until she asked, which was exactly what she planned to do at breakfast.

As the sun rose against the small cabin, light filtering in through the dirty windows, the sleepy group emerged to crack open their cans for their first meal of the day. Half out of it, a faint headache pecking at his temple from the night before, Luke wandering along the joined picnic tables setting down bowls and cutlery in position for all residents to join them for the meal.