Walking Dead Game Collection

"Colourful Language"

Title: Colourful Language
Characters: Clementine,, Javi, Gabe, Kate, David
Summary: Javier tries to teach Clementine some Spanish but, while he's gone, Kate teaches her all the curse words without her knowing what they mean, resulting in her walking around saying them to people.
Author's Note: tw; swears (obviously)
Requested By: clemsblueberries
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"Your kid has quite the mouth on her."

Javi, rather confused at the comment, raised an eyebrow. He lowered the tattered photo he was admiring and hesitantly placed it against his seat. "Uh," he started, his voice cautious. "What?"

"You gotta teach your kid some manners." The male, a stranger to Javier, shook his head in disappointment. "She can't go around talking the way that she does to people."

"She?" Javi was about to tell the man that he didn't have a daughter, the thought sending a slight pain through the hole in his heart where Mariana's memory remained, but decided to be as civil as possible. "I think you have me mixed up with someone else."

"Clementine?"

Javi's eyes widened briefly before deflating. His shoulders sank, his body caving into himself in exasperation. "What did she do?" While Javi would never call himself Clementine's parent let alone her father, he did respect that he was her caretaker. To him, it was his job to ensure that she was kept healthy, safe, and apparently off of other people's nerves.

The male rolled his eyes, his hands firmly against his hips. "You don't know?" He scoffed, turning to exit the small church. "Teach her to not have such a foul mouth."

With that, the door slammed closed behind him.

Javi, his arms crossed and a leg propped against the other, scanned the room allowing his mind to wander. Originally, he had come to stare at the mural; the wall dedicated to those their community had lost, and in his fingers he twirled the photograph of his parents. They had placed on the wall the moment it had been built, but holding it and studying the others lost always gave his head clearance to think, as if he was surrounded by sweet company.

Swiftly, he stood and pinned the photograph back to its respective place before turning to exit the same door that had been closed so aggressively moments before. As he peeled outside, the mid-afternoon light kissing his tanned face, he could hear a familiar voice calling out to him.

"Javi!" Gabe's voice filling the air with tender excitement prompted a smile onto Javier's features; his presence almost always did. As much of a dork as he could be, he brightened the lives of all who knew him. That was never up for debate.

"Heya Gabe," Javi said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. At the sight of Gabe's tender smile and wave, a thought came to the adult. "Hey, have you seen Clem today?"

Gabe's face almost instantly fell. "Yeah, I have." His mouth pressed in one corner, shifting nervously on his feet. "She was," he hesitated. "Weird."

"How?"

"She said stuff I didn't expect." He claimed with a meek shrug. "She seems off today."

Javi, now growing more concerned with each passing second, pushed again. "What did she say?"

Gabe, once again, shifted nervously from foot to foot. "When I came outside this morning she said 'good morning, bitch' to me in Spanish."

Javi could almost feel the wind get knocked out of him, both in shock and absolute hilarity at the idea that she had learned such a phrase. "What?" His voice was almost breathless, his hands waving at his sides. "I didn't teach her that."

A snort from beside them, just to the side of the building, caught the duo's attention instantly. They recognized it. They knew it.

Before them stood Kate, propped up against one of the brick church walls, a hand clamped over her mouth attempting to suppress the laughter bubbling in her stomach.