The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 20 - the old routine

I would like to thank JovanSSJ2 and @JohnHerman1 for being a constant support and helping me to continue writing. Two absolute legends

You have been on the road for around 5 days and are nearing the main base. It was about 9pm and the two kids had fallen asleep and the three of you sit around the fire.

You are grilling a piece of meat from a rabbit you had caught and start humming the tune to the song Ashley would sing. You don't know the name of it but you decided to call it Ashley after his mother. It is strange how the song his mother would always sing is the most comforting like he could hear everything in there.

Clem: what is that song?

You: I'm not sure. Jacks mum used to sing it and it got stuck in my head. Don't know the name of it so I named it after her. Ashley.

Clem: that's nice.

You: I'm a lot better on the guitar.

Clem: you play the guitar.

She looked quite shocked by this and you smile at the fact she didn't know.

You: yeah. Joe thought me how to.

Clem: ok

She looks a little aggravated and starts fidgeting and looks very angry.

You: Clem are you ok.

Clem: YES! Ok.

Your are a bit taken aback and she starts to scoff at you. This breaks your heart. What did you do?

You: ok but if there is a problem I could help you with it.

Clem: well you didn't fix susie's problem!

You feel so upset she would even think this about you and a rage comes over you. As you look at her and she looks shocked about what she just said you shoot up from the floor and turn.

As she calls your name you kick over a pile of logs and pick up your bag.

Clem: Y/N, please come back!

Anna: she didn't mean it. You know she didn't!

You flip them off and keep on walking into the snowy forest and just keep on walking and walking until your rage consumes you and you punch a tree. The wood splinters and your knuckles bleed as they are sliced by the sharp, cold bark.

You: fuck...

You sit down with your back against the rock and examine your hand pulling out the large splinters. Once they where out you pull a bandage out from your bag and wrap it round your knuckles and back around your thumb and up your arm for support. You pull out a safety pin and stick it in put you where not paying attention and stick the pin straight into your arm.

You: what the fuck is wrong with me.

You rest your head in your hands and think about poor susie in that dark, damp cave having to live as one of those things for even a second. There is no going back on what you did but the guilt swamps your mind like when you step in a muddy puddle and kick up all the dirt making it cloudy. The idea of what you could have done jabs you in the stomach telling you every second that you could do it again. The constant pain of knowing you are a complete failure at everything you d-

A walker jumps out of a bush and tries to sink its teeth into you shoulder. You keep it away from your face with your boot in its chest. You try to reach for your knife but can't move your arm as the creatures knee is placed on it and your axe is on your back pinned against the rock. You look desperately around for anything to finish it off with and find a shape stick stabbing through your wrist. That is to risky and you would rather remove safely after. You try pushing it off with your leg but it over powers you, drawing closer. Here goes nothing.