Walking Dead Game Collection

"A What?"

Title: A What?
Characters: Clementine, Rebecca, Kenny, Sarita
Summary: While at the ski lodge, Rebecca mentions that Clementine was "growing" into a teenager, and that she needed a bra soon. Not knowing what this means, Clementine turns to Kenny for answers.
Author's Note: omfg the ending of this is absolutely my favourite I'm laughing
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"I got it." The phrase escaping Clementine's lips was all too familiar to those who shared the ski lodge with her. It was one the girl often said, reaching out to help the adults with smaller, tamer tasks.

As weeks had passed, her abilities had stretched. She had been assisting with more heavy-lifting tasks, and always ended her day by assisting Kenny and Sarita with dinner.

Truthfully, she was growing into a beautifully independent, strong young woman, and all of her team could see it. Except, maybe, for her.

"Look at you go, Clem." Sarita claimed with a prideful smile, giving a gentle pat against the child's back as she brushed through the double doors leading to the kitchen. "You're unstoppable!"

The child gave a brief laugh, pushing the box of canned peaches onto the counter. "I'm just giving Kenny a hand."

"Better than that." Kenny grunted, whisking into the room with two boxes stacked in his arms. After slamming them down beside Clem's he sighed and cracked his knuckles. He smirked down at her. "You're gonna be all muscle one day if you keep this up."

The three dismissed themselves, venturing back into the main portion of the ski lodge. Kenny and Sarita, giving the child a sweet wave, dismissed themselves to the living area while Clementine scanned her surroundings for what to do next.

"Clem," a voice, one Clem had only recently grown to liking, sounded from the other side of the room. Hunched over one of their dining tables sat Rebecca, one hand on her swollen belly, looming over the table to relieve pain. "How are you doing?"

The girl raised an alarmed eyebrow, scurrying forwards. "I should be asking you that question."

"It's nothing," she dismissed, waving. "Pains. It happens." She forced herself upright, and Clementine tried to ignore the painful twitch in her eyebrow. "But, how are you? I saw you hoist that box." She smirked. "Kenny's keeping you busy, huh?"

"You could say that." She responded with a sweet smile, a kind one directed towards the woman clearly hurting. "I'm sore I guess, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"You're growing up." She said, pausing to take a sip of water. "Just like this little guy," Rebecca set down her glass to pat her swollen stomach, then chuckled. Her hand ran over her clearly-exhausted features. "Soon you'll need a bra." The claim was so casual it was as if she was reading off a grocery list.

Clementine, meanwhile, was taken aback. "A bra?" Her nose scrunched in on itself, as if the name physically repulsed her. "Does that cure soreness?"

Rebecca chuckled, finding enjoyment in her lack of understanding. "If only."

"Then what's--"

Rebecca groaned, hunching over in her seat. Having now turned to face the girl, removing her body from the hidden shroud of the dining table, Clementine could clearly see the agony she was in. "That's a talk for another day." She rushed out the words, using the table for support to push herself to her feet. "For now, I need to lie down."

Clementine hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek to refrain from protesting. She desperately wanted Rebecca to stay and quickly explain what she meant before she left, but she also didn't want to be the reason Rebecca fell ill. She internally groaned. "Do you need help?"