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Can you do a Louistine/Clouis fanfiction where Clem is hurt/ haven’t slept in a while and is sleep deprived and doesn’t tell anyone and Louis finds out and help her? Please I love Louistine and there are barely any Oneshots about them :,)

I wrote this along with an idea I’ve always wanted to do(even though it’s been done before). Sorry for how long it took to get to your request, anon! But thank you so much for the prompt! I’m having difficulties getting enough Clouis inspiration right now…

Louis’ P.O.V.

I like to think of code names for situations I don’t know what to do in. It gives me a sense of validation with the impression that if I name something, I clearly know what I’m doing. Even though I really don’t. Like when we were expecting that raider attack - I didn’t tell anyone, but that was secretly operation ’Impending Deaths’. I named that one last-minute when we were all fearing for our lives that night.

Right now, I had another code name, as I was faced with another situation I had absolutely no idea what to do in. It may not be as life-threatening as Operation Impending Deaths was, but it was keeping me on edge and, for moments at a time, I just couldn’t think straight. I hated coming off as too desperate at times, but right now I was missing something. Well, not someTHING, but someONE.

It was operation ‘Finding Clementine’.

It feels like I’ve been searching for hours when, really, I know it’s only been 10 minutes. What originally was a quick trip to ask whether she’d want carrots or potatoes in her stew tonight turned into a mission. I couldn’t find her in her room, in the dorms, in the courtyard, and in a rushed attempt, not even the greenhouse. I was tempted to search in the roads or the forest but after asking everyone, they reported Clem hasn’t left the school. To their knowledge, at least.

It was a good sign when I found A.J. with Tenn on lookout. He told me she left to take care of something. Where? He didn’t know. So here I am now - pathetically searching every inch inside of these walls calling out her name trying to find her. The mission was growing more serious the longer I went on.

I finally came to the basement and shut my eyes for a moment, remembering the mess that happened in here. I opened them again and pulled on the doors slowly, finding the darkness past the steps a little intimidating as I called out her name for the 200th time.

“Clementine? Are…you in here?”

…

Snap!

I jumped back in surprise when I heard what sounded like a rubber band snapping come from inside. I began to climb down the steps and took a weary look around. There was light down here, but it was past the boiler and the shelves. I gripped my weapon behind me as I slowly followed the trail, shivering when I saw the pool of blood I passed. I didn’t like coming down to the basement for this exact reason. This shit was always scary.

“Ugh…fuck…”

I felt literal music come to my ears when I heard Clem’s voice. Even if it sounded agitated, it did wonders to my heart as I discarded Chairles and rushed to find her. I found she was leaning against the wall messing with her arm, her eyebrows drawn together and her lips curled into a snarl of disgust. When she saw me come, she hid her arms behind her back and changed her expression into a surprise one.

“Oh, Louis. I didn’t see you there.”

“I’ve been looking for you. Why are you down here?”

She fluttered her eyelashes as she looked around, moving her other arm to a random box and tapping it. I noticed she didn’t have an immediate response, as if she hadn’t been expecting the question. She drew her eyes back to me and shrugged lightly, tapping her fingers against it and watching as the dust came off.

“I was just…looking for something. I, uh, found it.”

“Well, what’d you find?”

“…”

“A ruler.”

“…What’d you need a ruler for?”

“A.J.” I gave her a dumbfounded look. “For his drawing. He needed to make a straight line.”

“Okay, 1. You’re a terrible liar, 2. I’ve seen the kid draw, he doesn’t worry about those types of things, and 3. There’s no ruler around you in sight.”

“Look, I- agh! Shit…”

I hunched down by reflex when she took a sharp intake of breath, baring her teeth and swearing with a hiss. She slowly removed her arm from her back and clutched the spot I found her messing with earlier. I got closer to her until she held up her hand when I was only a few inches away. I turned my head to the side and found a nasty wound she had on the inside of her arm. I could see the blood and forming infection of the scrape.

“Damn! That shit looks horrible.”

“Thanks, Louis, I didn’t know.” She retorted sarcastically.

I brushed past her hand and grabbed her arm for myself, feeling her try to draw back as I tightened my grip. Just looking at her laceration caused me to breathe through my teeth. I wondered when the hell this happened - when she was out last time or if this came from the struggle of the raiders. It looked fresh, but that was all I noticed before she pulled it away.

“I was trying to patch it up. Using some supplies I got from inside.” She looked at it and frowned. “Using one hand without a table is a lot more difficult than I thought…”

“Why didn’t you ask for help? Ruby and Tenn are great at this.”

“It’s just a little cut. I didn’t want to worry or burden anyone.” She attempted to treat it again. “Besides, I’ve had worse.”

“Uh, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get help when you need it. Willy scraped his arm on the concrete one time and Ruby helped him with no problem.” I took her arm again and grabbed the bandages she was attempting to use. “At least let me wrap it for you.”

“That’s fine, I guess. I already put some stuff on it.”

Without fighting me again, Clementine allowed me to bandage it for her. While I did this, I couldn’t help but think. If she didn’t want to bother ‘anyone’ with this, then that meant she didn’t want to bother me, either. But it could really matter less to me what injury she has - she could have a paper cut and I’d still find something for it. It bothered me that she didn’t know this.

“Look, I get that you’re a badass and you can handle things, and a minor cut is not the end of the world-” I cut the end of the bandage. “-but just know that I’m here for you for anything. Not just to listen, but if there’s something you ever need, I can deliver. I’m not as good with medical stuff, but I’ll still try.”

She sighed with relief and returned her arm. “Thanks, Louis. It’s not a big deal. If it was, believe me, you’d have known.”

“Even the slightest thing such as a mud puddle in my Princess’ way is a serious situation.” I quipped. “I’d sacrifice my coat for you, you know.”

“Like you haven’t already.” She rolled up her sleeve and shook her head. A troubled look overcame her features. “Actually…there’s something else you can help me with. And don’t laugh when I tell you what it is.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” I leaned back and crossed my arms in amusement.

“Can you cut my hair?”

“…”

“What?”

“Say that again?”

“Can you cut my hair?” Her tone turned stern. “I have to keep it short and it’s long again. I’d do it myself, but then it’d be lopsided. And I don’t want to hear the millions of questions A.J.’s going to ask me about my cut if he does it.”

“Well, yeah. I can do that. There should be a pair somewhere in the dorms - I think Ruby owns a pair. I’m sure she’ll let you borrow it.”

“Really? That’s great. I was going to use my knife, but that works a lot better.”

“…Just like she would’ve helped you with your abrasion there…”

“I don’t want to hear it, Prince Charming.”

———————————————

A pair of scissors in my hand and a couple minutes later, we’re now in Clem’s room. She grabbed the chair from the desk and slid it over to the middle of the room. When she takes a seat, my eyes widen when her hands come to her hair. I’ve seen her without her hat before, but I haven’t witnessed her without pigtails. My jaw naturally drops when she pulls them out and her hair falls down to her shoulders.

It was amazing, to say at the least. I grabbed it in my hands and felt its texture between my fingers. I separated a few strands of her brown hair. It reminded me of mine, but hers is a lot softer. The longer I take trailing my hands over it, the more I become mesmerized with Clementine’s hair. I forget all about the scissors in my hand and what she’s asked me to do. I take a step back and admire how it looks on her again. Then I went to feeling it again.

“Are you done with…whatever you’re doing?” She snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, right. Right.” I started clipping away. “Your hair looks…cute.”

She turned to glare daggers at me. I corrected myself weakly. “I meant it looks pretty. On you.”

She rollee her eyes before returning her head back to its former position. As I cut the ends of her hair, I noticed how tense and silent it is between us. I’ve only went to get my hair trimmed a few times before. Whenever I went, the stylists talked to me about random things. Should I do that now? Or bask in this rich, awkward silence?

“Gotta’ admit, I’m a little attached to your long hair now.” I pause. “…Why do you cut it?”

“Lee told me to keep my hair short. So walkers can’t grab onto it and get me.” She moves her head down to stare at her lap. “I had it long when I was a kid, and people have grabbed me by it before.”

“That makes sense. The pigtails make it harder to grab.” I snip at her sides. “Who, uh, gave you those bands?”

“…”

“..?”

“Lily.”

“Oh.”

The awkwardness resumes as things grow quiet again, no noises besides my cutting. It’s taking a lot longer than I presumed it would. These small scissors let me cut only a little bit at best. Was this really all we had? I could swear I’ve seen a bigger pair around before…

“So, uh, what do you do with…your hair?”

“Me?” I’m surprised at the question. “I grow it out. Keep it in dreads for the same reason. My hair does what it wants, really.”

“Ah.”

“…Is there any way specific you want me to cut it? I get you want it short, but didn’t people used to, uh, style their hair?”

“You can do whatever. I keep my bangs to the side, anyway. No one really notices since I’m wearing my hat all the time.”

“-Or to hide the horrible haircut your boyfriend is about to give you?”

“You can’t be any worse than Javier was.” She tittered. “I never saw it, but I could feel my hair was uneven and cut too short and too long at parts.”

I focus and look at my job so far. It’s exactly as she described. I begin to fix it, chuckling nervously as I do so. I think she notices because I hear her giggle again. I trim her hair until it reaches just at the start of the back of her neck. I take a step back and move her head straight so I can tell if it looks okay. Okay being mediocre, that is.

“Well, alright. I think we’re done here. And, um, don’t kill me if you don’t like it, okay?”

I watch with anticipation as she runs her hand through her hair and grab at certain parts. She feels around her neck where it once was before standing up from the chair. She brushes her bangs to the side and turns around to me slowly. I end up gawking at what I see - a Clementine with freshly-cut short hair surrounded by complimenting rays of sunshine behind her back. Her golden eyes glow as she looks up at me and smiles, making my heart thud against my chest as we both stand there.

“How does it look?” She asked.

I revel in the uncertainty of her voice. She appears very timid with this, as if my opinion would make or break the way she feels about her hair. When I realize I’m taking too long to answer and her smile starts to drop, I take a step forward and look at her with half lidded eyes.

“You look beautiful.” I tell her.

“R-Really?” Her eyes widen. I swear I see a blush on the ends of her cheeks.

“Would I really lie about my girlfriend’s appearance?” I ask her. “Well, yes, if you were covered in walker guts and you asked me how you smell. I’d reply, ’you smell just like lavender and dandelions, darlin’. And then I think you’d punch me.”

She laughs and nudges my arm. “Come on! I’m serious! You…really think I’m beautiful?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my girlfriend. And…you look amazing.” My breath is hot as I say this. “As for my job on your hair? Well, I’m naturally gifted. So that was a given.”

She smiles and pokes around her head. “Well, everything’s about even and I’m not bald anywhere. So I’d say you did a good job, too.” She stops and the frown drops, but when she gazes up at me, it grows back and her eyebrows raise slightly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Clem, I…you shouldn’t be afraid to ask me for help with this…stuff. Not just for cutting your hair and letting know how beautiful you are, but I’m here to support you. You know. Like you do with me.”

“Are you telling me you want a haircut, too?” She puts a hand on her hip coyly.

“We’ll see how much I trust you before I let you lift a hand on my precious dreadlocks.”

I brush my hands along them and close my eyes for effect. When I hear Clementine laughing in the background, both my chest and heart swells. She takes the bands and puts her hair in pigtails again, returning her hat in its place right over it. But even after all of that’s done, I still can’t get the image of her with her hair down out of my head.

She really is beautiful.

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notconsolation · 7 years

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those tips are so interesting to read!! would you care to make a similar list about what to eat/how to manage food resources while being on a trip? or advice about camping alone in general? thanks!

HAPPILY this is one of those subjects that makes me really happy because I am 100% a nature witch

this is a great way for to procrastinate thank you thank you. (warning: it’s long)

disclaimer: I don’t really know what I’m doing any more than the next person, so I can’t really recommend doing things, I can just tell you about my experiences. Here’s what i got (SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOOOT)

Food:

er how can I say this….. I don’t have the healthiest relationship with food so I cannot emphasize enough how uncomfortable I would be if anyone were to take my eating patterns as guidelines for anything. Having said that, I am most at peace with food and my eating habits when I travel. But suffice it to say that it’s probably not quite enough calorically and I personally think that’s fine because it’s not my constant state of living but…… anyway.

-I’ll go about a week between stops in towns sometimes. When I say that I just mean sort of passing through one on my route and checking if they have a market/supermarket. Sometimes it’s less than that but generally if I��m in a town I’ll get a bunch of beef jerky (might have to alter this this summer when I’m in bear country but I’ll still look into that) - say five packets for a week. I might also get some energy/protein bars but these are not my faves tbh and also the wrappers take up space in pockets. Other than that I might get a bag of carrots or some sunflower seeds. Sunflower seeds are good for magnesium, which helps prevent cramps, so that’s a plus when you’re walking all day and don’t want foot cramps that hurt like a bitch. I like carrots. Honestly, though, I prefer finding food in the forest to taking it with me.

-It depends when and where you’re travelling obviously, but if you familiarize yourself with edible wild plants before you go somewhere that’s a useful bit of knowledge to have. I personally don’t eat something unless I’m sure it is what I think it is. That means that I end up having a lot of blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, mirabelles, plums, apples, wild garlic, dandelion, clover, wild sorrel, chickweed, purslane, gooseberries and beechnuts because they’re hard to mistake for other things. There are also things that are technically edible but I wouldn’t really recommend like birch bark and rosehip berries. I just dont like them much.

-Oh, also: corn. So I realise this is not technically a morally great thing because it’s sort of like stealing? but if I’m walking past a field of corn I’ll usually take a cob and shave off the kernels into a container and then munch on them as I go. Fibrous and gets your digestion going and honestly raw corn is really tasty. Wash it first, if you can, and always check for bugs in your food.

-I also prefer to stock up on water when I’m near civilization or at a spring, just cause ya can get some nasty ass infections from nasty water and that can suck when you’re alone in the middle of nowhere. I got a very mild stomach bug last year and that wasn’t nice. I do carry water purification tablets, though, and some charcoal in case I really really really need to make a makeshift water filter. But I try to have at least 4 litres on me whenever I leave a town. Forest springs are great, and quite often well signposted if they’re reasonably near civilzation because people jog up there and stuff. My grandpa used to do that.

- Pine tea. I like it. Boil pine needles in water. Tea. Piney. I like it. You may not.

Advice on isolation without loneliness:

The main thing people ask if I’m talking about this stuff is whether I get lonely without talking to someone for 2 weeks at a time. Honestly I think the answer to that depends party on who you are. I am a solitary person in the first place so my answer might be different to yours. My answer is just straight up no. I don’t get lonely. I sing to myself on the road. I talk to myself sometimes, but just sort of in a thinking aloud way. I find the whole process incredibly therapeutic and it allows me to work through so much shit because when you’re on your own there’s no one around to hold you to their standards, so you have to learn to be okay with yourself. Literally looking for food, water and shelter every day is a good way for me to indirectly express my will to fight to stay alive. Or actually. I mean it’s pretty direct. You have to actively Survive rather than just passively Exist. I find that to be the best environment for working through shit and confronting yourself with issues because who are you gonna distract yourself with or hide behind if you don’t want to talk about it? I do have a couple of tips though:

- take books. Ones you know and ones you don’t. Ones you know give you comfort, ones you don’t engage you. Pick up books at flea markets and from old bookshops when you pass through towns and cities. I actually also set aside a certain amount of battery on my phone every day for reading stories I’ve downloaded and I think that actually also helps tether me to society a bit and not get lonely, because it’s this implicit inclusion in a community (ao3) of like-minded creative people. I didn’t have tumblr then but I can say for sure I’m gonna miss the hell out of you guys in July

- MY MOST IMPORTANT ADVICE: write. I filled a tiny journal with tiny writing last summer and it was the best part of everything. Not so much because i can look back at what I did but because it gave my thoughts and days and actions coherence and I could sit down and think something out on paper with myself and make discoveries about my thoughts and feeling and just……. you learn a lot about yourself when you start writing your thoughts down.

- Sing. Sing out loud all the goddamn time if you’re like me.

General advice:

This is just some info that’s good to have? I think?

-periods: sonofabitch. Fucking. Periods suck, and when you’re travelling solo for over a month you’re gonna have them (maybe. this is for those who have them) and you’re gonna have to be prepared for them. Tampons are the way forward in my opinion but *tmi* my periods are so heavy that they bleed through a maxi tampon and a maxi pad during the night sometimes so I have no choice. But also if you get mauled or something I guess pads are good for blood absorption so they’re a good thing to have anyway. Tampons are also good for blood absorption (WHO’DA THUNK IT) and also make good kindling. I’m gonna talk more about kindling later, though. The good news: periods can be less heavy when you’re active all day.

- pine resin/sap: useful stuff. You can theoretically eat it if you’re really desperate for something cause it’s v high-energy but absolutely disgusting and in general it’s best for a couple things: if it’s liquid and fresh you can use it to hold together cuts and wounds (natural antibacterial properties and all that plus it’s sticky and literally holds skin together). if it’s hardened you can still melt it down or dissolve it in warm water - at which point you can use it as a gargle that’s good for upset stomachs and throat problems (and colds i think?). If it’s dry it also catches a spark really easily. It also apparently repels mosquitos, but I’m skeptical about that one.

-kindling/fire: so there’s a long list of materials that can be used as kindling which might be really useful to you, but I’m gonna level with you and say that I don’t really make fires when I camp out for a couple of reasons: 1. A lot of the time I’m in national parks where that’s not allowed and also where I am not sure I’m technically allowed to camp, so best not to draw attention to myself by making a fire and 2. I’m just not that great at it. Like, I’m just not very good.

-brushing teeth: I use biodegradable toothpaste concentrate and just spit it out. not that great, yep. I have yet to figure out a better system.

-washing: imma level with you - I don’t stay terribly clean. A lot of campsites have showers you can use if you pay for them, but there aren’t always campsites around. Wash in lakes and learn to live with the fact that you’re not gonna smell great. If i walk past some lavender I take it and I stuff it in my sports bra and in my bag. Same with mint or thyme or rosemary - anything with a strong, pleasant smell. Wash your face in the bathroom sink at the train stations. Look up at your reflection and be taken aback cause you haven’t actually seen yourself for a while and you realise that you’re a little more tanned and that makeup is totally unnecessary a lot of the time.

#ask #indulge hannah

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