Walking Dead Game Collection

"The Magazines"

Title: The Magazines
Characters: Clementine, Luke, Nick
Summary: Clementine finds a porno magazine in Luke's stuff while helping him clean out an old locked box from his teenage years. Luke, embarrassingly, has to explain what is in the magazine.
Author's Note: The second hand embarrassment I'm getting from this is too real I'm crINGING
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"Wow." The faint sigh said everything the male didn't have to.

"Long time?"

"Too long." It was hard to describe the look Luke wore the moment he saw his childhood home. It was whimsical, as if he was watching a dream come true, but buried within it was a tint of sadness. It was a haunting reminder of all that he had lost; that everything and everyone he loved that inhabited the place was gone.

Luckily, except for him.

"Do you wanna take a few?" Nick posed, hands stuffed in his pockets as he lingered a safe distance behind the two. His eyes softened, a look of pity washing over him; a rarity from him. "I'm sure we all could use a break anyways."

"I'd love that." Without waiting a beat, without waiting for a second thought, Luke darted for the front door. "I'll try not to be long!"

It had been a shock to everyone when, on the run from Carver, their path wandered right through Luke's hometown. The moment he saw, he requested to stop at his childhood home. At first, there had been backlash — some hadn't wanted to waste time — but after desperate pleas, Luke's wish had been granted.

Clementine slowly trotted in after him, glancing around the small living room. While damaged and dusty, it still gave a vibe that felt welcoming. Through the faintly lit room, she could imagine Luke growing up in such a space. Having friends sitting in front of their television set, eating dinner with his family at their small dining table, kicking around a soccer ball in their backyard.

Hearing a shift upstairs captured the child's attention, paired beautifully with soft laughter and an awed sigh.

As she wandered after the noises, it felt as if she was walking through a living photo album. She was able to experience and explore Luke's life and past that was all around her. She could wander in his footsteps. She could breathe in the space he once only held in memories.

"Clem!" The surprise on his face when the child wandered into a bedroom caught her by surprise, but created a smile. "This was my room growing up. Come on in, there's still some cool stuff in here."

She had never seen Luke this excited about anything. The sight, seeing how much his past life made him grin, made a part of her wish he could live this forever.

"Your room?"

"From when I was a kid to a teen." He gave a weak chuckle. "I moved out after graduation."

Clementine wandered the room, admiring the pictures on the walls and action figures lining the shelves. Just as she knelt to look at the stack of books on his nightstand, a glimmer of something under the bed caught her eye.

She raised an eyebrow, turning to see Luke, back facing her, flipping through an old book of doodles.

Gleefully, she reached under and tugged it out.

It was a shoe box, small with the black colour slowly chipping away, and in the centre, glimmering in the faint stream of evening light, was a lock. In interest, she tugged at it, feeling it click and open.

Clearly, even as a kid, Luke didn't care too much about security.

However, upon flipping the box open, she could feel herself squint in disbelief at the contents. "Why are these locked up?"

After flipping around, instantly Luke's face lost all colour.

Within it sat a neat, organized stack of Playboy magazines.

Luke laughed discarding his doodle book. His head fell into his hand and ran over his face as he knelt before her. The moment his head emerged, it was painted pink. "Those are nothing you should be concerning yourself with."

"But what are they?"

"Adult things."

"It looks like a swimsuit magazine." She posed, and already Luke could feel himself praying for death through his forced, fake smile.

Of course Clementine wouldn't let him escape that easily. She was too stubborn and determined for that. While those were normally qualities he admired about her, this time around, he despised them.

"But they were all girl swimsuits," she continued, head tilting in distraction. "Why do you have them?"

If there was a God out there, he was sending Luke through the wringer.

"It's complicated." He grumbled, hoping that tossing them to the other end of the room and rummaging through his sketchbook again would stop her pressing.

"Why? It's just a magazine."

Alas, it didn't.

He ran a hand through his hair, clawing at the back of his scalp as he searched for a way out. "You know," he whirled around on his heels, facing her again. "Some guys, like me, like girls." He could already feel himself filling with regret. "And when you like girls, you think they look pretty in," he hesitated, "'bathing suits'."

There was a beat of silence flickering between the two before her nose scrunched, as if in disgust and realization. "Is it, like,"

Luke's eyes widened in horror. If only the floor would swallow him whole.

Clementine spoke quietly, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear despite the others being a full floor away. "Kissing stuff?"

His shoulders released from their tense, horrified state. Thank God she was still innocent.

"Yeah, basically."

"Ew," the claim was under her breath, as if it was more directed to herself than something directed to him. "Boys are gross."

"You know Clem," Luke stated, throwing himself to his feet, ready to escape. "If you take away anything from this conversation, I'm glad it's that."

Her face scrunched challengingly at his back as he turned for the door. "What do you mean?"

By the time the words had escaped, he was already out the door and starting down the stairs. If Nick saw the stack, Luke would never hear the end of it.

Clearly, he had to burn them. Fast.
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