The Walking Dead Clementine X Male Reader

Chapter 130: Rest

You approach your room with a candle.

Clem: This is it?

You: Yep.

You open the door and Clem and AJ walk in. You walk in, closing the door behind you. AJ looks at the barred window.

AJ: That looks like a really safe window.

You: It does.

AJ: Good.

You and Clem walk over to the nightstand and you put your hats down.

AJ: This box has so many colors.

You and Clem look at AJ, who's at the desk, looking in the coloring box.

Clem: Well, must have been an artist living in here.

AJ: What's an artist? He says, turning to you and Clem.

You: It's like...a person who colors a lot. Draws. Does pictures. You say as Clem walks over to AJ.

AJ pulls the chair out of the desk.

AJ: You mean like Tenn? He says, sitting in the seat.

Clem: Yeah, like Tenn.

AJ: Huh. I like to do pictures too. He says, grabbing a colored pencil.

You and Clem smile at AJ being a child.

The door opens. You look over to see Violet entering the room.

Violet: Oh. Shit. I--I didn't know Marlon set you up in this room.

She closes the door behind her and starts walking over to the closet.

Violet: I just wanted to grab something. From the closet.

She looks in the closet.

Violet: Where the hell is it?

She turns around.

Violet: Oh.

You: What?

Violet: That's what I was looking for. She says, pointing at the coloring box. It belonged to Sophie. Uh... Tenn's sister. He was asking for more art supplies and stuff, so I was going to...

Clem: Oh! Sorry, we didn't know...

Violet: No, no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Honestly, it's just been sitting here for the past year and no one's touched it. If AJ wants to play with it, it's...it's fine.

AJ looks at you and Clem.

You: You should probably give it back, bud.

AJ looks at Clementine.

Clem: He's right. It doesn't belong to us.

AJ nods in acceptance.

Violet: Thanks, buddy. It's just that Tenn wanted it, since it was his sister's and all.

AJ: It's okay.

Violet: You can finish your drawing, though. I don't mind.

AJ continues his drawing.

Violet looks around the room.

Violet: Huh! I see you're, um...settling in.

You: Yeah. Is that okay?

Violet: Sure. I guess. She says, walking over to the bed on the left side of the room. I always liked this room. Sophie had, like, paintings and shit on the walls. Lots of color. And Minerva...she was really musical. Not like Louis, though...she had actual talent.