Walking Dead Game Collection

"Oh My Darling"

Title: Oh My Darling
Characters: Clementine, Louis, AJ, Violet
Summary: Clementine is having a bad day, and Louis decides to do everything he can to make her smile.
Author's Note: My love remains despite news of Telltale's closure. I'm here for the long run, my friends. :)
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"I haven't seen Clem all day." Louis claimed, throwing himself at Violet's feet. He propped his back against the chair she was stationed on, and sighed.

The blonde glanced down, eyebrow raised, confused as to why Louis was coming to her, of all people, to complain about his woes. "Have you checked her room?"

Louis scoffed. "That'd be creepy."

Violet rolled her eyes. The boys at Ericson were ridiculous. "That's probably where she is, smart guy."

Noticing Louis' silence — unnatural for the teen, especially after an insult — Violet lowered the comic she was scouring to study him. He sat silently, blankly staring ahead. How odd that this time he wasn't teasingly joking about bothering others, he was genuine — a rare feat. "Louis--"

"Yes?" The male's name had hardly left the blonde's lips before he swivelled around, leering forward like an eager dog, ready to lap up whatever advice she was to give.

In response, she rolled her eyes. "Go check on her." She turned back to her comic, scoffing at the smitten male. "She'd appreciate it."

Louis hesitated. Out of the corner of her eye, Violet could see him scratching the back of his head. "You think?"

"She isn't doing well, Louis." Violet said, abandoning the prospect of getting her reading done, flopping the comic against her chest in defeat. "I don't know what's wrong, but something is. Trust me." She leered forward, ridding any ounce of foolishness in her gaze as she bore into him. "Check on her."

Louis still lingered in his spot. Regardless, Violet remained still, refusing to touch the comic folded on her chest. Seeing Violet's persistence — her willingness to drop her own task at hand to push him — Louis knew she was for real.

Without a second thought, without even a second glance, Louis leapt to his feet and scurried out of the room. His arms were flailing and his body flopped the entire way out, almost falling before he made it through the door.

All Violet did was scoff and reopen her comic. "Boys."

Louis only stopped his urgent run when he hit the end of Clem's hallway, allowing a few moments to calm his nervous quivering and catch his breath. Violet was right, Clem didn't hide for no reason. Something was going on, and he hoped she would appreciate one of her teammates — her friends — looking out for her.

Feeling comfortable, believing that his breathing had calmed enough to not be embarrassingly obvious, Louis gained the courage to wander down the few doors he needed to reach Clementine's.

He hesitated, his courage waning, the oak of her door suddenly intimidating him from making another move. Then, swallowing his fear, he knocked.

Silence.

Louis raised an eyebrow, glancing under the door for any signs of a shadow approaching. Nothing. Fearing she just hadn't heard him, he knocked again.

Again, he could hear nothing. After a moment, his fear that the girl wasn't in beginning to wash over him, was there a creak from inside.

"Clementine?" He called, brows knit. "I came to see how you were doing, if you were in here." There was another beat of silence, the movement from inside ceasing. He bit his lip. "It's Louis I just want to make sure you're okay." He finally managed.