Walking Dead Game Collection

"Why Don't We Kiss?"

Title: Why Don't We Kiss?
Characters: Clementine, Mitch
Summary: Mitch and Clementine learn one night that neither of them have been kissed. To help each other out, they kiss each other and realize they have feelings for one another.
Author's Note: This is actually so cute I'm so happy with this one :)
Requested By: ebimanami
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The apocalypse killed a lot more than people. Clementine learned that the hard way.

Since AJ came along, Clementine's childhood had long since passed. Any childlike wonder had been rapidly abandoned. When taking care of a child alone at 11, any opportunity to act like a kid had to be surrendered. She was tending to a kid. She didn't have time to be one.

Her trust disintegrated, even within the people she'd been by the side of for years. You never knew when someone, someone you loved and trusted, would throw you under the bus for their own chance at survival.

But it also killed Clementine's dreams — the opportunity to develop naturally, to be happy, to experience what normal teens got to. To graduate elementary school, to write her first final, to fail her first final. To have her first drink at a house party and break her first bone from playing sports on the playground. It had all been ripped away from her.

Including learning what it was like to fall for someone.

On nights when Clementine pondered, she normally sat on Ericson's front steps, staring off through the front gates, wondering what laid out there.

Even when she wasn't on watch duty, Clementine rarely went to bed at the same time as everyone else at Ericson. Sleeping was a challenge, especially since Delta's threat was made known. Often times, Clementine put AJ to bed, waited until he fell asleep, then slipped out. She didn't want to worry the child, but also wanted to ensure he was actually going to sleep. The last thing she needed was an overly-tired AJ during the day when they had chores to do.

Chores. AJ spent his days doing nothing but chores. His childhood had been robbed from him too.

The thought caused Clementine's brows to cave. Sure, she could sit around and feel sorry for herself - she had been doing it for 8 years — but AJ? She felt bad because he didn't feel bad. He didn't know about the world before. He didn't know about what he was missing. He thought this was life.

Clementine groaned and stood, stretching her arms and her legs. The more she sat and felt sorry for herself, the less sleep she would get. Seeing as tomorrow was wood chopping and hauling day, she couldn't spare the energy.

"Hey,"

Clementine tensed with her arms overhead — the exact opposite of what she was trying to do — and froze. The voice felt oddly far away, too far to be recognizable. She glanced around, but finding nothing she was ready to chock it up to having little sleep.

"Clem. Watch tower."

Turning, finally given a location, she spotted the figure. She couldn't make out a face seeing as they were too far away, but she began to trot closer. Then, standing at the base of the ladder, she spotted Mitch's head peek over.

"You're up late," he scoffed.

Clem smirked and crossed her arms. "I could say the same to you."

"I'm up late with a purpose. You're just up late."

Clem rolled her eyes, knowing full well he couldn't see them, and started to climb. Without offering a lick of debate, Mitch stepped back and waited.