Walking Dead Game Collection

"Little Girls"

Title: Little Girls
Characters: Clementine, Luke, Sarah, Carlos
Summary: Luke is tending to a 3-year-old Clem when, due to commotion outside, Luke needs to leave to get work done. Terrified at his sudden absence, Clementine begins to cry, leaving only Sarah around to help her.
Author's Note: This is so precious omg my girls
Requested By: miss-weeaboo73
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"Is she sleeping?" The gentleness in Sarah's voice, the tenderness it held, allowed Luke to tear his gaze from the toddler in his arms to smile at the girl in the doorway.

Luke had a soft spot for Clementine, he had ever since they had first found her near their cabin what felt like ages ago. He had grown attached, and hardly allowed anyone else in their group to even come near her. If he was watching over her, or feeding her, or rocking her to sleep, he refused to tear his eyes away from the child for anything.

That was, except for Sarah. For the little girl, he gave her the same amount of kindness.

He gave her a warm smile. "Almost. Come here,"

There was something about the two children in their group that put a smile on Luke's face. Despite the horrors their world held, they were still innocent, and happy, and pure. They still found joy in the little things in life that the adults were numb to, like the way Sarah's eyes lit up during a rainstorm, or the way Clementine laughed when Luke made a simple, yet funny, face.

They hadn't been corrupted by the sadness their world held. Not yet, anyway. But Luke planned to cherish it all he could before the apocalypse stole it from them.

Sarah, bouncing giddily at the willingness to enter the room, stood beside the two and stared down at the half-asleep toddler. "She seems tired."

Luke chuckled. "She is, even though she's very picky about when she wants to sleep."

Sarah gave a soft giggle, not wanting to disturb her from her almost-slumber. "She's cute."

"You got that right."

"And quiet."

"Is that a good thing?"

"That's the best thing."

Luke chuckled at the quick wit Sarah was growing to have, although he wasn't sure where she was getting it from. Maybe Nick. It sure as hell wasn't her father.

Sarah's eyes danced across the quiet toddler's face, Clem's expression fading back and forth from a faint smile to one of tranquil slumber. "Can I hold her?"

Luke glanced up, a flicker of hesitation crossing his gaze. Luke was picky about Clementine, especially about who he trusted in regard to her safety. While he had no reason to not trust Sarah, he wanted to hold her just a little while longer. Before he would know it, she'd be all grown up, walking and shooting and not taking crap from anybody. He wanted to cherish the feeling of cradling the toddler before he lost it.

Just as his lips parted, ready to acknowledge the look of knowing disappointment crossing the girl's face, the door burst open. It wasn't loud — it didn't shake the room — but it was enough commotion to stir the toddler from her surface-level slumber.

"Luke," Carlos seemed out of breath as he spoke, refusing to draw in deeper from where he spoke in the door frame. "We need you outside."

"Outside?" His grip, instinctively, grew tighter on the girl in his arms.

"We have a problem." He spat. He eyes briefly darted to his daughter, indicating he didn't wish to spill details with her nearby. Much like how Luke didn't want to alarm or startle Clementine, he knew Carlos didn't want to do the same for his little girl. He could respect that.