Walking Dead Game Collection

"Mom and Dad"

Title: Mom and Dad
Characters: Clementine, Alvin, Rebecca, Kenny
Summary: Whenever Clem is half asleep, she address Alvin and Rebecca as daddy and mommy, much to their confusion. However they don't seem to mind, even more so since Clem doesn't remember the next morning.
Author's Note: omg season 2 Clem is too precious
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With a slam, the book capturing Kenny's attention was swatted out of his hands and slammed onto the table.

"We need to talk."

Kenny, eyes bitter and vengeful, turned upwards to study the pregnant woman looming over him. He crossed his arms, adjusting the position his legs were resting in on the bench he sat on. "Does talking require losing the place in my book?"

"Oh, can it." She spat, crossing her arms and widening her stance. "It's serious."

Kenny vaguely rolled his eyes. It had been only a matter of days since Clementine's group had merged with his own, and he could already feel himself growing to be at his wit's end with the new occupants of his home. "And what could that possibly be?"

"It's about Clementine."

His cockiness was slashed, his previously taunting smirk vanishing at the three simple words. Then, there was a beat of silence. "Go on."

Rebecca shifted nervously from foot to foot, as if the mere reality of speaking on the topic made her uncomfortable. "Clementine talks in her sleep."

Kenny paused, waiting for elaboration, but when it wasn't received he raised an eyebrow. "Is that it?"

Rebecca scoffed, as if he was the one not communicating in their back-and-forth. "No. It's what she says that's," she paused, trying to find the right word. "Strange."

"Okay," Kenny's eyebrow remained lifted, clearly still confused as to what the issue at hand was. "And what would that be?"

Rebecca's brows furrowed vaguely, and Kenny could swear for a brief moment he sensed a flicker of pain. "She calls out for her parents."

Kenny finally allowed his brow to crash down, his expression softening. Frankly, he was rather surprised at the genuine concern Rebecca was showing towards the child. He could swear the day previous when they all had wandered through his front door the mother-to-be hated her. Maybe the knowledge that Clementine was still a child was rubbing off on her, or maybe it was the mere fact that Clem had single-handedly scored them a home.

"But she calls out to them through us."

Kenny's brows pushed inwards, confusion and pain riddling his features. "What do you mean?"

"She calls us Mom and Dad." She pushed, her hands squeezing urgently on her hugged arms. "Me and Alvin. When she's half-awake."

Kenny, at first, showed no reaction. He stared blankly, giving an occasional weak blink, before shrugging his shoulders. "And?" Once more, he failed to see the point to her panic.

"And?"

Rebecca scoffed, hands falling to her sides. "Isn't that concerning?"

Kenny remained silent for a beat once more, as if astounded by her surprise at a child calling her adult counterparts by parent pronouns. "Look, Clementine has lost a lot." He claimed softly, as if it was delicate information she may not otherwise understand. "She lost her parents and any parental figure she's ever had."

Hearing a pause, Rebecca leapt in once more. "Sarah isn't like that. She lost her mother." Her gaze softened, once again to that of pitying concern. "Clementine is the only one."