[Male! Clementine x reader] [The walking dead fanfic] [Season 4]
❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞ Since the age of 9, Clement never had a proper plac...
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Days and nights had passed since that almost-kiss happened between the twoteenagersand it left the two with a feeling they couldn't confront.
Every time (Y/N) would try to talk about it with Clement, he would somehow find a way to change the topic. He acted as if that didn't even happen, like that night never even existed in the first place. As if it something (Y/N) had imagined. Nothing changed actually, he still talked like he used to before. The same, neutral smile on his face when he looked and talked to her. The kind she couldn't read anymore.
Was this his way of telling her that it was a mistake? That the kiss was a mistake?
Because if it was, she could understand the hints clear as day.
It didn't hurt any less though. She thought the feeling was mutual, it felt as if it was but from the way he was behaving, this whole thing now came as nothing but regret to her. That night was a stamp of shame. She regretted making the first move, she regretted trying to get close to him, she regretted trying to create something which didn't exist in the first place.
She couldn't read him like before anymore. Each time she tried to look at him, she got reminded of that night and the overwhelming shame from it. She was slowly starting to get annoyed with him, his bland answers and blunt replies made her roll her eyes. She was starting to resent him, but for what? A mere kiss? Hell, they didn't even kiss so why did it matter so much to her?
She didn't know why but it did. It mattered. A lot
It mattered so much that it was beginning to destroying their friendship. And she couldn't ignore it either, she wasn't like Clement. She couldn't just forget it and hope for the other person to forget it too. She was so irritated by every little thing he did now that she didn't talk much with him anymore. She spend most of her time outside their room, either with Violet or Marlon.
She knew what she was doing wasn't right but was it okay for Clem to be like this either? If he didn't feel the same, he could, for the love of god just talk to her. But of course he wouldn't. He would bottle it up and just hope she can read his mind and accept it. (Y/N) was done with this.
It was time for him to learn that she couldn't read his mind like a damn psychic.
It was late at night and (Y/N) was walking back to her room to get her axe. It was her turn for the night shift tonight, Marlon told her to take his place after dinner.
As she arrived in front of the door, her hand hovered over the knob as she took a deep breath. With a shake of her head, she hardened her face, changing her worried expression into a stoic one. She placed a hand on the door knob and pushed it open.
