Walking Dead Game Collection

"A Little Busted Up"

Title: A Little Busted Up
Characters: Clementine, AJ, Javier, Eleanor
Summary: Javi tries to teach AJ baseball but the poor kid ends up batting a ball into Clem's face, giving her a broken nose and a nasally voice.
Author's Note: I hope this one is okay agh it's my first time writing in a little while :(
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Javier's eyes widened, sparkling as though he was a child on Christmas. "Really?"

AJ blinked, confused by his reaction, but nodded nonetheless.

"Really really?"

AJ blinked again, turning to Clementine to silently ask for an explanation. The teen rolled her eyes, dropping her crossed arms and shooting Javi one of her signature looks. "Yes, Javi. He's serious. He wants to learn."

Javi's breath caught in his throat, his hands cupped over his mouth, then shifting to the back of his neck, then frantically running through his hair. "I'll go get my stuff!" He said, then darted away.

AJ looked between the two of them: the trail Javier shredded into the dirt to Clementine wearing her hesitant gaze. "Clem?" He asked.

"I think you just made his year." Was all she said in return.

Based on the excitement Javier showed as he darted down the sidewalk, eyes bright and hopeful like nothing she'd ever seen before, she knew she was right.

"Okay, let's get started!" He sang, juggling all the supplies in his arms.

He failed. They scattered on the ground, but he seemed too eager to care. As strange as it was to Clementine — after all, she'd never seen him this excited about anything — it was charming. Especially thanks to how sweet he was toward AJ.

"Where do we start?"

"With finding you a proper bat."

Given the nature of the apocalypse, they didn't have a lot of sports supplies to work with. Clem was lucky that when she was a kid, when they were staying in that ratty Motor Inn, they were early enough into the End Times that the abandoned soccer and basketballs there still had some air in them.

Unfortunately for AJ, those days were long gone. Ways of leisure had long since deflated, and sporting equipment was now used as means of defence against 'the enemies'; whoever that might be that week.

So, the best they had to work with were a couple of heavy-duty tree limbs Javier had set aside. "Not ideal," he said, "but good enough for now."

For now. That implied there would be more in the future.

Who was Clementine kidding. Of course there would be more in the future. That was Javier Garcia; the king of showing off. He was bored as sin whenever there wasn't a raid or an attack, so of course he'd leap at the chance to show a protégé what made him famous in his past life.

"Stand like this." Carefully, Javier positioned AJ's hands against the club, then holding his ankles while adjusting how far apart his feet should be. Javi stood upright to demonstrate, then knelt down to adjust his student.

AJ fumbled as he was adjusted, his eyes trained on Javier the entire time. From afar, Clementine crossed her arms and smiled, watching how gentle Javier was whenever he laid his hands on AJ.

She'd only ever told him portions of what happened to AJ — to both of them — at the ranch. She didn't like going into detail. Yet, that was all he needed for him to treat both of them so kindly, but certainly AJ.