Violentine Oneshots

Compression Shirts

A/N: Brody isn't dead in this because I love her and Violet needs her BFF in her life.

“Hey, thanks for letting me read one of your books.” Clementine smiled, book in hand as she followed Violet back to her room.

“Oh, uh...Don’t worry about it. As long as you bring it back, you can take whatever.” She shrugged, turning the knob on her door and pushing it open.

Clementine glanced over the walls as she entered, taking notice of the several shelves lined with books and other knacks Violet had collected over the years. “You collect animal skulls too…?”

Violet gave Clementine an innocent look, grabbing onto her left arm and rubbing it anxiously as she watched her look amongst her shelves.”I guess; Brody brings me back skulls when she finds then. When Omar’s done with animals he lets me get it out, too…”

“That’s cool.” Clementine grinned, removing her hand from one and handing Violet the book. “I’d put it back but I don’t exactly know where you want it…”

Violet gave a small thankful smile, taking the book and moving to her shelf. “Y’know, if you and AJ aren’t too settled in that room you could always move into mine,” She started, lifting her arm. “I’ve got plenty of ro-”

Clementine immediately frowned when Violet whimpered, book barely making it into its place before Violet moved her hand to her right side. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Violet answered quickly - too quickly.

“Violet,” Clementine began, walking over to her girlfriend and grabbing her arms softly. “C’mon, tell me. What hurts?”

Violet sighed, glaring at the floor. “It’s nothing, really Clem, don’t worry about it-”

“Violet.” Her voice was stiff this time - warning almost.

Violet stared Clementine in the eyes for a moment, before sighing and glancing to the side. “It’s just my ribs. Like I said, nothing.”

“Let me see.”

“What?!” Violet swore her face was on fire, Clementine paying no attention as she moved her hands to Violet’s vest.

“Vi, your ribs. Let me see. I wanna see what’s wrong.” Clementine eased, worry evident in her voice. Her eyes searched the clothed area, as if she was trying to look through to find the problem. When Violet only gave a small hum of disbelief, Clementine looked up to her and shrugged. “If you don’t let me, I’ll get Brody to come in.”

Violet glared at this, shaking her head. “No way. Brody would fuss too much.”

“So show me? Please?” Clementine begged, earning a sigh in response.

“I...Fine.”

Clementine smiled in gratitude, hands pulling the vest from Violet’s torso. Violet’s arms almost immediately went over her chest; she felt naked without her vest, and she still had another layer to lose.

“Can you get your shirt off or do you want help?”

Violet turned to Clementine, attempting to fight the blush on her face as she scowled at the ground. “I can-” Violet was cut off by another whimper when she raised her arms, hands falling down almost immediately.

“Let me help, Vi.” Clementine eased, Violet sighing in compliance as she put her arms outwards. Shivers ran up her spine as she felt Clementine’s hands softly brush against her skin, pulling the shirt forwards and over her head. Violet crossed her arms, covering her near bare chest as Clementine neatly folded the shirt and set it on Violet’s bed.