PAIRING: VIOLET X CLEMENTINE
TRIGGER WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, GUNS, VIOLENT/GORY DEATH.
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Crunch, crack, snap.
Boots hit the ground as two small figures walked through the unforgiving woods, bows drawn as they crept around. It was silent; neither person could talk, or it would mean being killed.
One, a skinny, blonde haired girl, had her eyebrows practically stitched as she stayed hypervigilant. The other, a shorter girl, mocked her expression, but had brown curly hair, and adorned a baseball hat that appeared as if it would fall apart any second.
“There’s a storm coming this way,” The shorter girl whispered, the hard look not being erased from her face whatsoever.
“So you really can feel a storm coming, can’t you, Clementine?” The blonde girl, named Violet, asked. She didn’t discredit Clem’s claims, not at all. She just wanted to be sure. Since there were indeed mile-long storm clouds in the sky.
“Yeah, why? Don’t believe me?” Clementine teased, her gaze turning soft at the sight of the other snickering.
“Oh, shush. We’ve been together for a month now. Or something like that. I trust you, Clem.” Violet grinned, rolling her eyes.
“I’m sure you do, Vi.” Clementine chuckled, most definitely being sarcastic. This caused Violet to smile softly and look away.
Every time she and Clem got a moment like this, away from the others--just having time to themselves--she got all sentimental in her head, thinking about shit like how she didn’t deserve the caramel-skinned girl beside her. Never in her life had she ever thought that--only previously, with Minnie. Yet Minnie was gone, and here was Clem.
Was Clem replacing Minnie?
Clem had noticed the silence and how Violet’s sunshiney smile hid once again. She didn’t say anything at first; Violet was probably paying attention to their surroundings like she herself should have been doing right then.
After a while, however, when Violet hadn’t said but a word or looked in any other direction but straight, Clementine spoke up.
“Everything… okay, Vi? What’s on your mind?” Clementine asked warily. There were times when Violet simply didn’t want to talk--not even to her--and she respected that. She didn’t want to come off strong and upset her girlfriend.
“Huh?” Violet started, “Oh, sorry. Yeah. I’m just thinking.”
“About what?” Clementine asked, her gaze finding itself back onto their surroundings.
“You,” Violet grinned, looking at Clementine with awe, almost.
“Goddammit, Vi. We’re both going to start crying from all this affection again, aren’t we?” Clementine chuckled. She and Violet had lots of jokes. Most of what they said to one other was jokes unless it was just a really heartfelt and sentimental moment.
“No. We don’t have time for that while on patrol,” Violet teased, nudging Clementine ever-so-slightly with her elbow.
“Oh, shush. And don’t push me. I have a bow and arrows that I’m not afraid to use.” Clementine smirked, glancing over at the slightly taller girl.
“Like you’d use them on me,” Violet raised her eyebrows, smiling at Clementine a little.
Then, a scream.
One swift turn around, and Clementine was met with the image of Violet being attacked by none other than a Walker. Violet was struggling to get the thing off her, and couldn’t.
