Walking Dead Game Collection

"I'll Cover You"

Title: I'll Cover You
Characters: Clementine, Violet
Summary: Clem and Violet, while hunting, get caught in the midst of a storm. For cover, they jump into an old building to sleep so the storm can pass. In the middle of the night, Clem wakes up with an anxiety attack thanks to a nightmare reminiscing on when she had been locked in the cabin crew's shed. Violet wakes up to comfort her until she's able to fall back asleep.
Author's Note: Anytime I needed to write the word 'straight' in this, I giggled
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The fragile, wooden door slammed shut. Then, there was nothing but darkness.

"Ugh, this sucks." Violet grumbled. Clementine could feel a shift beside her, and knew that Violet was sliding into place. "I don't know how we're supposed to contact Marlon."

The harsh patter of rain was only slightly muffled through the rickety wooden walls surrounding the two girls. It was the only sound that filled the room as the two stood, arms crossed, contemplating their next move.

"How long do you think this is gonna go on for?" Clementine asked, her voice soft, not wanting to disrupt the peace the sound of rain brought them.

She could hear Violet sigh. "Who knows."

That wasn't what she wanted to hear. As much as Clementine loved getting out of Ericson's, knowing that they were stuck out here in a storm — and knowing nobody knew they were waiting it out instead of coming straight back — filled her with anxiety.

They had been so close to snagging a family of rabbits — deemed a feast these days — but a slash of lightning had cut their hunting trip short. To say they were disappointed was an understatement. They didn't know when the next time they could find food would be.

Violet sighed, and yet again Clementine felt a shift beside her. Her arm grew cold from where Violet's had been pressed against it, and she suddenly was aware of the girl no longer at her side. "Violet?"

"Down here," the blonde's voice came softly to her, meshing with the rain. Slowly, Clementine allowed herself to fall to the floor too. "There's no sense in standing if we don't know how long we're gonna be stuck for."

The shed was cozy, to say the least. Clearly it was meant for only one person at a time, and they were to stand with the door open to grab supplies before leaving. It wasn't meant for standing in, let alone two people resting in.

The two sat in peaceful silence. Whenever they spoke, it was gentle and soft, just barely louder than the rain pouring outside. It's patter was soft and calming, and the dim lighting and faint breathing didn't help the exhaustion Clementine could feel creeping into her shoulders.

Just as Violet had gotten comfortable — albeit bitterly so — a soft clunk sounded on her right, accompanied by a weight on her shoulder. She was going to dismiss it as a fallen piece of equipment, but it felt far heavier. It was more persistent. It didn't roll off like equipment would. It felt like far more than a gardening tool. It was thicker.

Turning her cheek, it settled upon the object, and she could feel it shift beneath her skin.

It was Clementine.

Her lips parted, a shaky breath escaping. She was going to ask Clementine what she was doing when the gentle sounds of breathing filled the space between them. She knew without needing to say anything that she was asleep.

She couldn't deny that Clementine falling asleep on her was adorable. It showed that Clementine trusted her, or at the very least felt comfortable with her. Ever since Vi learned Clem was an ally to be trusted, all she wanted was for Clementine to be open to her.