Walking Dead Game Collection

"Don't Shatter Her"

Title: Don't Shatter Her
Characters: Clementine, Violet, Louis, Marlon
Summary: Clementine is terrified to get close to people after losing so many. After being sexually assaulted, her fear grows even more intense. Concerned for her, Marlon, Violet and Louis get her to talk about her feelings, seeing her on the verge of breaking. tw; sexual assault.
Author's Note: okay I'm mega happy with how this turned out yes yes yessss
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Clementine had been different since Delta, and everyone at Ericson knew it.

Clementine was a fairly private person before their Delta raid, but after? She was completely different. Closed, quiet, cold — nothing like what she had been prior. She was reserved, and serious, and didn't speak up for herself the way she used to. She wasn't as fearless as she used to be. She was smaller. Meeker. Scareder.

But only a handful at Ericson knew why. Marlon, Louis, and Violet were those people.

They hadn't been told happily or willingly. Clementine had told them as an act of desperation, of begging, of pleading with them to help her find her footing.

"What happened to you out there?" Violet asked. They'd been hunting a few weeks after the raid and Violet had grown irritated with Clementine's silence. Her refusal to meet Violet's stare, her jumping every time Violet's arm brushed hers, the way Clem snapped whenever she was asked a question. Violet had enough of it.

Clementine had gulped, and clenched her fists, and turned away. "I hope you never need to find out." She'd said.

Clementine refused to give details. All she had said was that she'd been used by one of Delta's higher male officials while they were trying to escape. "He was willing to let me leave alive," she hesitated and gulped, voice wavering, "but not for free. He said I owed him something."

Violet knew exactly what she was talking about.

Marlon and Louis had learned a few days after.

Immediately after telling Violet, Clementine felt like a weight had been lifted. Temporarily, what happened wasn't suffocating her anymore. Someone else knew. She wasn't alone.

She had control. She had the power.

Maybe that was why she'd tearfully burst into Louis' room a day later, Marlon running in after her when he heard the commotion. It was why she'd asked Marlon to shut the door while Louis wrapped her in his arms, sitting her on his bed, speaking softly to her.

"You can talk to us," he'd said, "you know anything you say won't leave this room."

Louis held one of her hands and rubbed her back while Marlon held her other, clasped between both of his own. He ran his thumb on the back of her palm, hoping to steady her breathing with the gentle touch.

The gentle, constant motions were thrown out the window when she'd told him what had happened.

"That fucker." Marlon said, standing, angrily pacing the room.

Louis' grip on Clem got tighter. "Marlon--"

"No, Louis. This is fucked up. I'll go back there and break his damn neck myself."

Clementine had believed them when they'd told her she was safe now. That they wouldn't let anything happen to her again. She felt it when they let her sleep in their shared room, Marlon and Louis alternating on watching her and AJ, staying up all night themselves.

Louis would brush the hair out of her face. Marlon would run his fingers over her cheek. Violet, who wandered in at 7am the next morning curious as to Clementine's state given her developing breakdown the night before, spotted her sprawled on Louis' bed with him sitting beside her.