Walking Dead Game Collection

"Nothing Major"

Title: Nothing Major
Characters: Javier, Clementine
Summary: Javi, after getting shot in a fight, attempts to cover up his injury from the Clementine. After his foot catches on a tree root, Clementine finally sees what he's been hiding. Attempting to keep her composure and desperately attempting to prevent yet another loss in her life, Clementine needs to haul him to his feet and provide some handy first aid.
Author's Note: tw: swears, blood, guns. Enjoy friends :)
Requested By: serinidia
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"We're not giving you our guns." Clementine spat, eyes narrowed. She could feel Javier kick at her right ankle, but she ignored it.

One of the strangers — the one not holding the gun — scoffed. "Ballsy, I see."

"Smart, actually." That warranted another kick. She had to admit, that time she deserved it.

They had been stuck in this back-and-forth for at least half an hour, and Clementine's bitter wit was definitely not going to help them get out of it. Originally, the two of them had come out to raid some trees in the areas for food. Clementine offered to go but, not feeling comfortable with the girl going alone, Javi stepped in as her partner.

They had each managed to fill their backpacks — a fairly successful raid compared to previous months — when they were bombarded by the two men. One had his gun aimed at the two, the other held their bags in one hand while his other remained impatiently extended.

The male without the gun scoffed, his hand lowering in bitter intrigue. "You gotta big mouth, huh kiddo?"

"You could say that."

The man with the weapon groaned, his stare turning to his partner instead of their targets. The gun remained aimed at the two, it was merely no longer aimed with precision. "Marney, just forget it for Christ's sake. I'm starving."

Clementine gave her partner a side-eye, curious if he was thinking the same thing she was.

The gunless male — apparently named Marney — turned to his partner. "We can't let good weapons escape."

"So go up and take them with your own damn hands."

"I don't trust that, Paul."

Seeing Javi cast a side-eye her way, they each gave a faint nod to each other — an acknowledgement of their silent plan locking into place. Then, without a moment to lose, they booked it in the opposite direction.

"Hey!"

Almost instantly gunfire sounded behind them, and the two began swerving out of their straight lines to throw off the gunfire.

"Shit Bill!"

The two continued to run despite the angry cries of the men behind them, seemingly not chasing them. Suddenly, amidst the sputtering of dirt and grass — amongst the rapid firing of bullets — a sharp pain sprang into Javi's ankle, causing him to wail and tumble to the ground.

"Javi!"

"Keep going!" He groaned, pushing himself to his knees. "I tripped. I'm fine." He gasped as he pushed himself to his feet, feeling his ankle give-out instantly. Luckily, he managed to balance himself enough to get accustomed, and then continued his run which, for some reason, had morphed into a trot.

He couldn't bring himself to go any faster, as if his body was rejecting the idea. The entire time his ankle burned, prompting pained whines from the man still trying to push himself forward.

"Javi?"

"I'm fine, Clem." He responded, trotting closer.

The girl, tucked behind one of the many surrounding trees, furrowed her brows at his limping. Even through the darkness, Javi could see the gesture clear as day. "You're going a lot slower."