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[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

[i like fruit]

Day 29: Confession #twdgdrabblechallenge

Note: Short clouis confession from Louis’ point of view? Yes, please. 

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“...Everyone hears the jokes, the piano... after that, they stop listening. You didn’t.”

From within the confines of his chest, Louis’ heart thrashes against his rib cage, almost demanding to be let free, to save him from this overwhelming silence that fell upon the music room.  

He’s about to break, about to curl in on the disappointment and rejection, perhaps crack a joke and pretend he didn’t just open himself up to the girl beside him.

Clementine avoids his gaze, a thoughtfulness crossing her expression as she eyes the initials carved into the piano encased within a heart. A heart- a damn heart!

He might throw up. Fuck, that’d be embarrassing. 

“Hey, Clementine, thank you for not giving up on me after everything and seeing me for who I really am! I’m sorry that I puked all over your boots after I pretty much told you how much you mean to me! If the raiders don’t kill us, I owe you a new pair! What’s your shoe size?” 

Warmth seeps into his skin, breaking his train of thought. Clementine grabs his hand, scooting herself close enough for their thighs to press together. He’s amazed his eyes didn’t bug right out of his head. 

“So, um,” she starts, running a thumb over his. “I like you, a lot. Like, like you... as more than a friend.” 

...Wait, did she just-

“I like you, a lot.”

Holy shit-

“-as more than a friend.”

“-more than a friend.”

“-more than a friend.”

Over and over, her words echo through his brain as he stares at her, the timid smile one occupying her lips falling when he remains shocked into silence. 

“...No jokes? Nothing?” 

Holy shit, she’s worried. 

C’mon, Louis, get your shit together!

“...When you said you had feelings for someone during the game, I was hoping it was me,” Louis confesses, letting out a small, shaky breath. Giddiness overwhelms him, bringing a toothy grin of his own as he continues, “And it is. Holy shit, it’s me!” 

Relief cuts through her worry as she laughs. 

“Of course it’s you,” she squeezes his hand, “who else would it be?”

“Imaginary walker dude from the woods-” Clementine rolls her eyes, but laughs, “-since, y’know, you said you’d marry him and all. Or Violet, since you two are close... Aasim, Ruby... Hell, maybe Mitch had you swooning with all his charm?”

“You’re a weirdo,” she nudges his shoulder fondly. 

“Yeah, but apparently, you’re into that so who’s the real weirdo here?”

“Both of us.”

“Both of us,” he agrees, biting his lip and shifting his position, fingers pressing into the keys. “Figured out what to call the song.”

“Yeah?”

“Clementine,” he grins. “Y’know, because I like fruit.” 

She raises a brow at him in mock annoyance, but the rosiness heating her skin says that she’s anything but. 

“And I like you even more, so-” Louis finishes off with the final press of keys, fingers trembling, “...there.”

Clementine sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, moistening it with her tongue as Louis continues to babble.

“You know, of all the things I saw coming, you having a crush on me was not it. I mean, you stabbing me in my sleep? Yes. You having a crush on me? No-”

Holy shit-

Her hand presses against the back of his head, pulling him down to meet her in a kiss which Louis feels himself melt into with eyes closed and a soft sigh. Their lips press together, unsure but comfortable, warm and intoxicating. He could do this all night, all year, all decade, for the rest of his life. 

A soft moan vibrates in Clementine’s throat and Louis nearly passes out. He’s too warm, flushed cheeks throbbing in time with his erratic heart. When they finally part, lingering close, breaths mingling as lids flutter open. 

Louis laughs. 

He can’t help it. He giggles like some lovestruck fool.

It’s okay, though, because she’s giggling, too. 

A pair of lovestruck fools. 

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[mcg777]

| Count My Freckles |

TWDG Drabble Challenge

Day 05: “Nightmare” 

Pairing: Clementine x Louis

Word Count: 1595

Description: Clementine wakes up from a horrible nightmare and Louis makes it his mission to make her feel better. His plan is adorably odd.

Notes: This originally wasn’t for the TWDG drabble challenge (I started writing it way before knowing about it), but I thought I might as well participate! ^-^

Thanks to @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale for creating this challenge!        

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           Blood. All she could see was blood. It followed her around like a shadow, leaving a trail of wet footprints as she roamed the depths of her darkest memories.

           “Hey,” he whispered, “it’s okay.”

           Clementine ran her fingers through her temple, wishing it would be enough to soothe the ringing in her ears… but it wasn’t. Each time her heart pulsed it felt like a stab to the chest, a feeling that worsened the dizziness in her head.

           Just breathe, she told herself, you’ve been through this before.

           Louis rubbed her back, watching in silence as she did her best to calm herself down. He hated to see her like this. The nightmares had started to become more frequent in the last two weeks, and it seemed that no matter how much he tried, nothing he did or said had any effect on her. Of course, he could tell she was thankful. Every time, she’d squeeze his hand or give him a small smile; but the look in her eyes always returned to the same tiredness and dread.

           He rested his head against her forehead and stared into the night sky, barely visible due to the window’s wooden boards. He watched quietly as the stars sparkled through the dark, creating striking patterns that spread like small blotches of paint in a black canvas. Louis took in the beauty of the constellations. Only those who’d attempt to connect the dots would be met with such a magnificent sight…

           Then, it hit him.

           In a blink of an eye, he crawled on the bed and sat in front of Clementine, crossing his legs.

           “Count my freckles.”

           “What?”

           “My freckles,” he said, taking her hands in his and gently pulling her toward him, “count them.”

           Clementine stared at him in awe, her voice muffled by an invisible cloth of perplexity. The gap between them was now almost non-existent, with her arms resting around his neck and his hands on her back.

           “… and just how am I supposed to do that?”

           He smiled at her. “It’s easy! Just start on one side and once you’re done, move on to the other.”

           The cogs that worked in her brain failed to keep up with the reckless thumping of her burning chest.

           “What made you think of that?”

           “Don’t worry about it. Just trust me, okay?”

           She pursed her lips, inspecting his face. A sea of freckles adorned his cheeks and nose, going all the way up to his forehead. Attempting to count them would be the equivalent of madness; but when her eyes fell upon his again, so loving and inviting, she had no choice but to go along with the odd task he’d given her.

           Clementine breathed in slowly, an attempt to cool her tense body.

           “Alright, I’ll try.”

           Louis tilted his head, “Yeah?”

           She gave him a ghost of a smile, “Yeah.”

           He stared at her fondly, observing how the moonlight that spilled inside the room enveloped her in its delicate glow. Holding her close, he leaned in for a tender kiss.

           “Okay,” he murmured, pulling away just enough for his nose to brush hers. “Whenever you’re ready.”

           Clementine prepared herself to embark on the impossible quest that was counting the boy’s freckles. A spirited debate on how to best approach the situation began to run on her mind, yet none of the options voiced seemed efficient enough for the job. Noticing her struggle, Louis pressed his lips against hers again in an act of encouragement.

           “You got this.”

            She listened to his words. Saying she was putting too much thought into it would be an understatement. Perhaps going with the flow wasn’t such a bad idea.

           So, she did just that.

           Her eyes studied the left side of his face, stopping at the smallest dot.  

           One, two… she counted, taking a closer look at his cheek. Five more over here, six smaller ones over there – no, seven…  

           Just as she was processing that information, Louis planted a quick kiss on her lips.      

           “Louis.”

           “What?” he asked, failing miserably to hide the grin on his face.

           “You keep kissing me.”

           “Oh, didn’t I mention?” he said, raising a brow, “I’ve decided that every five seconds or so, I’ll kiss you.”

           She shook her head, “You know I won’t be able to keep track of your freckles if you do that.”

           “Well, that’s what makes it a challenge!”

           Clementine sighed. At that point, it might as well have been better to make up a random number and go with it.

           “Okay, then. How about…” she whispered, the corners of her mouth lifting into a small smile, “nine hundred and fourteen?”

           The way his laughter ignited the room caused her heart to flutter.

           “As much as I’d love to have as many freckles as the number of floors in our magnificent purple house,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss, “no, I don’t think so. Try again.”

           Just when she was about to speak, he intervened once more.

           “Oh, and before you ask,” he shifted on the bed, “yes, I do know how many freckles I have on my face.”

           That statement alone made her burst into a fit of giggles. He couldn’t possibly be serious.

           “Yeah, I’m not even gonna pretend I believe that.”

           “Hey, it’s true!”

           “You counted them?”

           He paused for a moment, his memories taking him back to much simpler times.

           “Yup, used to do it a lot back when I was younger. Every day, I’d wake up and run to the mirror to check if there were any new ones,” he said, a subtle pout then forming on his lips, “Didn’t see many changes, though.”

           The image of a little Louis standing in front of a mirror, squinting his eyes at his own reflection in search of new members for his freckle collection was incredibly adorable to Clementine. She pictured the shine in his eyes and the smile that’d surface on his face on the rare occasions he’d find another one, his inner joy projecting itself onto the outside world with each one of his victory dances.

           She was brought back to reality when she felt him brush a strand of hair away from her face.

           “That means no cheating.” he told her.

           “Alright, alright…”

           A new strategy was very well needed.

           Her eyes alone wouldn’t do the task justice, that was certain; not when it was so easy for her to lose herself in that captivating labyrinth of his. Clementine tugged on her bottom lip. Perhaps she could find another tool…    

           Her hand left his shoulder and slid up his cheek, its softness welcoming her fingers to carefully trace the constellations he wore so beautifully on his skin. She used her thumb to mark his freckles, gently brushing it along each one she came across. A rosy tint soon began to spread on his face as he kissed her yet again. Clementine smiled against his lips, ignoring the strong urge to keep them bound to her own. Instead, she let her fingertips guide the way once more, her focused gaze preventing her from losing track of anything.

           Her finger then reached his nose, carefully running it along the bridge all the way down to the tip. Louis flinched slightly, unable to suppress a laugh when she repeated the process again.

           “I didn’t know you were the ticklish type.” she teased.

           “I’m not.”

           Clementine raised a brow. Shortly after, she was drawing small circles on top of his nose, smiling when she got the exact same reaction from him.

           “You were saying?”

           “Okay, okay,” he laughed, brushing her hand away, “maybe a little.”

           A sense of calm submerged her body as she watched him with a tenderness only he could match. To think that a while earlier her heart had fallen victim to her mind’s haunting echoes of the past…

           She repelled those thoughts away.

           At last, her eyes scanned his forehead. It was slightly less busy than the rest of his face, which made the tiny specks far less challenging to count. Applying the same method, she found herself jumping from freckle to freckle in between kisses until there was none left.

           Just as Louis leaned in once more, Clementine placed a finger on top of his lips.

           “Eighty-four.”

           He stared at her, wide-eyed.

           “Oh, I-…” he breathed, “I didn’t expect you to actually count.”

           She let out a quiet laugh, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck.

           “So, did I get it right?’

           “Close,” he said, smiling softly, “it’s eighty-seven.”

           Damn.

           His hand trailed down her arm, stopping to enlace their fingers together.

           “It was a good effort, though.”

           She silently agreed.

           With that, Louis left his previous position to sit properly on the bed. Once again, he looked up at the peaceful night sky, admiring the stars that glowed in its dark blue tint. He hoped that she’d found the cluster of freckles on his face just as soothing as the constellations that glimmered above.

           “Hey, Louis?”

           The melody of her quiet voice made him turn to her. Her gaze was low, resting upon her lap, as if she was deep in thought. He waited patiently for her to continue, but nothing came. He held his breath as he yearned for a reaction – anything that’d tell him that it had worked, that it had been worth it… that she was okay.

           He didn’t have to wait long.

           The shine on Clementine’s eyes when she finally glanced up at him made him push all his fears away.

           “Thank you.”

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[louisfrecklesss]

11/04 GIFT 

“Not at the dinner table!” Louis shouts over to the other table as the rest watched Ruby flinch away from her boyfriend, that she was about to kiss, as Louis screams; the freckled boy earned himself a slap on the arm from his girlfriend and Aasim chucked his middle finger up at him too. “Come on, it’s not polite now is it?” 

Louis directs his question at the small boy sitting next to him shooting him a smile and he returns giggling lightly. 

“Louis.” Clementine warns squeezing his arm to get his attention, he turns to her with a wide grin before leaning in pressing his lips on her shortly. She tried to frown against his lips to show that she’s not happy, but his lips are just so soft against hers she loves it smiling gently.

Violet motions her finger to her mouth as she fake gags at the couple as Clementine mumbles ‘hypocrite’ under her breath nevertheless enjoying her boyfriend’s humor.

“Hey,” Louis whispers “I have something for you.” Louis’ grin never left his face as he pulls out a piece of string out of his coat pocket; the string was in a circle formation with a sliver ‘L’ in the centre. She couldn’t hide the tears that welled up in her eyes as she watched him softly grab her arm and place it on her wrist. 

Her eyes struggle to leave the gift on her wrist to look him in eye. “W-Why?” 

“Do I need a reason to treat my lady?” 

“Can you guys stop being so gross?”

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[twdteacakes]

TWDG Writing Challenge Day 3 - “You Make Me Laugh”

@stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale

Laughter burned Clementine’s throat. Her cheeks hurt from smiling and tears pricked her amber eyes as she continued to wheeze.

“Someone’s in a giggly mood tonight.” Louis commented, hands residing on his hips. “You might want to be careful though. You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

She wiped her eyes, the occasional giggle still escaping her. “No, I’m fine. You just really got me with that one.”

Her boyfriend smirked. “Who knew our fearsome leader was so tickled by toilet humour. I mean, it’s not exactly to my taste, but I aim to please.”

“The way you tell it always manages to get a laugh out of me, no matter what the joke is.”

“Aw, you flatter me, Clem.” Louis responded, clasping his heart - which thundered against his rib-cage, set into overdrive by his girlfriend’s charming reaction to his lowbrow jokes.

“I’m serious. You’re so funny, Louis. Like, really really funny.” She insisted, knowing full well that his reply had been slightly disingenuous.

Her boyfriend’s chocolatey brown eyes deterred, as he stared out at the pouring rain and creeping twilight. “Thanks…” He said in the ghost of a whisper.

Any remnants of her dying laughter faded along with the setting sun. She hugged herself and leaned back against the cold brick wall, while tracing circles in her sleeve.

A silence rippled around the couple. Even the deafening rain seemed so far away. Thankfully, the awkward break in their conversation was short lived, as Louis buried his hands deep into his pockets and began to speak. “I can’t remember…” He trailed off, his voice snatched by the harsh wind. His brow furrowed as a thought snagged his attention.

“Remember what?” She asked, her expression filled with curiosity.

“…The last time someone called me funny.” He finished. “I’ve been called many things. Stupid. Immature. Annoying. Shithead. Dick… But never funny.”

Clementine’s heart ached. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words of comfort emerged. Her exhale of breath merely joined the bitter night air.

“Y’know one time I suggested to Marlon that we should have a comedy night. It would be open mic, so people could participate if they wanted. It was mostly an excuse to just… Make people happy, for once.” He paused for a moment, and sighed deeply. “I had suggested stuff like that before. A singing competition, a talent show… But those ideas all fell through.”

She managed to find her voice. “What did he say to that one?”

“He said ‘No offence, Louis, but we’re all getting pretty sick of your jokes.’” He answered, his frown deepening. “He didn’t even exclude himself. My best friend was getting sick of me too.”

Clementine closed the gap between them, and touched his cheek. His skin was icy and chilling to the bone. With some force, she turned his head, so that his gaze met hers. “I’d never say anything like that to you. You know that, right?”

Louis’ face softened and his hands left his pockets. He stroked her black hair and curled a ringlet around his finger. “I know.”

Her hand left his cheek, and dropped to her side. “A comedy night isn’t a bad suggestion. We should definitely try to organise that.”

His eyes sparkled with hope. “You mean it?”

She nodded firmly. “Yeah. You’ve already got one fan, so if nobody laughs at your routine, then I’ll be there to cheer you on.”

Louis smiled - a sweet and genuine smile, which radiated with such pure and unfiltered joy, that it was enough to banish the storm. He then planted a kiss on her lips. “Thank you, Clem. That means the world to me.”

Clementine caught him as he pulled away, landing another kiss. “Anytime.”

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[quinlinkin]

take it from me ( i’d be lost without you ) ↳ Q’s twdg writing challenge

character(s): mitch, willy, aasim ship(s): n/a word count: 480 author’s note: takes place within a survival au for mitch, our boy who deserved better™. if you’re interested, you can read a little more about this particular au of mine right here!’

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*credits to the wonderful @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale​​​ for creating this challenge! you can view the entire prompt list + further details here. happy writing!!

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                                               day one ; scar.

It’s been months since the end of the Delta’s wrath. Months that somehow feel like both mere seconds and several long, grueling years.

Mitch still resents them all. The people responsible for such heartache leave a bitter taste in his mouth, the woman who’d nearly taken his life at the forefront of his seemingly endless supply of dark and hostile thoughts. He’s reminded every single day of the ever-lasting effects she’s left behind, a burning sense of loathing he can’t quite shake for a dead woman who’s changed his world forever.

The scar across his neck stands out like a neon sign, highlighted by the natural daylight that spills across the courtyard. He’s sure he’ll never get used to seeing it, during the rare, fleeting times when he’s bold enough to look directly into a mirror. Jagged and angry-red, stretched from the middle of his throat to the beginning of his jawline, it’s a downright miracle he’s still here.

Or is it? Logic says he’s lucky to be alive, yet more often than not, it doesn’t always feel so simple.

He wishes the others didn’t have to lay eyes on it, even if they’ll always pretend not to look each time he catches them staring. He doesn’t know which is worse; when they poorly act as if they ignore it, or whenever they try their best in often awkward attempts at making him feel better. Either way, others walking on eggshells around him makes him feel more damaged than he already is. Like a wounded, feral animal ready to snap.

There was once a time when that’s the way he preferred it to be.

“Kinda makes him look like Frankenstein, right?” Willy innocently pipes up as they sit together at the picnic tables before dinner.

The bandages and stitches have only recently been removed, showcasing marred skin for all to see. Mitch wishes he still had them to hide behind.

Aasim stiffens from his place next to the excitable boy, pencil halting abruptly against the yellowed paper of his faithful ‘history book.’ Yet without a visible response from Mitch to indicate any discomfort about the statement, he corrects him in his typical way, “Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster.”

Monster. Is that what he is? A grotesque, scarred beast that people always fear in stories, chased by angry mobs with pitchforks and torches until he’s been killed or chased into perpetual hiding.

Calloused fingertips unknowingly trace along the raised edges of the healed wound. He’s been awarded with a second chance that feels wasted by a constant feeling of resentment, tainted by haunting memories that barely let him sleep without plaguing nightmares. He’s since lost count of how many times he’s awoken in the middle of the night as a result, a hoarse, broken scream ringing out from vocal cords left altered forevermore.

Ungrateful. Undeserving.

Mitch closes his eyes.

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[drpepperwithcream]

Scars

Walking Dead Writing Challenge Day One started by @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale! Fuck yeah, let’s go! This ended up being a lot more than 100 words, but I’m going to count the words as I go along so I know how much I wrote by the end of the challenge! Also Marlontine content is always good.

Scars: 1,158 words

Total: 1,158 words

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“Clem?” Marlon opened the door to her office. It’s been hers since she took down Delta. He found her sitting on the desk, staring out the window. “Hey, there you are.”

Clementine turned to him, his letterman jacket gone along with his long sleeves, leaving him in a tank top and jeans. It was summer and as it got hotter, the thick layers that kept everyone warm were stripped off. Jeans were replaced with leggings, long sleeves were replaced with tank tops and short sleeves, jackets were tied around waists or removed completely.

Everyone’s changed their clothes or made some sort of adjustment to deal with the weather… Everyone except for Clementine. Marlon knows she’s dying in all those layers, it’s hot outside, the room was boiling. A couple times she’s nearly passed out from overheating.

He shut the door behind him and walked over to her. “You really need to take off your clothes, Clem.”

“You want me to strip?” she asked teasingly.

“Yes. No! NO! That’s not-”

“I know…” There was a smile on her face from making him flustered, but it soon faded.

Marlon sat down on the desk next to her. He took ahold of her hand. “Well, what’s wrong? You know you’re going to have a heat stroke if you don’t take some layers off. We have extra clothes you can use.”

Her hand squeezed his. She turned to face him and took a hold of his other hand. “You need to feel my arm.”

“Feel your arm?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Just close your eyes and do it. You’ll understand…”

He listened. Marlon closed his eyes and slowly guided his fingers up her left arm. He felt the dog bite scar on her arm, it only made him proud of her for being able to sew it up herself. Reminded him that she’s tougher than all of them.

His fingers made it to her sleeve and Clementine felt his fingers slide under the fabric that hugged her skin. She watched the expression on his face morph the moment he touched that stupid mark on her arm. Confusion, shock, worry. The soft skin that was under his fingertips became rough, dry, words couldn’t describe what he was feeling.

Marlon opened his eyes and shoved her multi-layered sleeves up her arm so he could see what he was feeling and he was speechless. A circle with some design in it burnt into her skin.

“What the fuck?” This isn’t an accidental cut, someone did that to her. “Who the fuck-?” The look on Clem’s face cut him off. She was ashamed.

“You all know each other’s scars. All of you have scars from broken bones, getting cut, and scraping skin, and you all just joke about them, you were all there for those…” She shook her head to herself. “None of you were there for mine, none of you know mine. Mine aren’t funny, each one reminds me of something traumatic. I can’t… I can’t deal with them asking about my scars and I can’t even look at them without feeling like shit.”

Everyone at Ericson’s has a scar of some kind, either from before it all started or after. They’ve all been relatively safe from the horrors outside the walls of the boarding school. But Clem… Half of her life was spent fighting in that world. If the Delta was any indicator of what it’s like out there, then hell knows how many scars she’s kept hidden from them. Hidden from him. So she keeps them covered to avoid questions she doesn’t want to answer.

Marlon pulled her sleeve down. “Still, can’t you just take off the jackets and just wear your shirt?”

“I’ve had this shirt since I was thirteen. The sleeves aren’t long enough anymore, it doesn’t keep “it” covered.”

She despised her scars. AJ probably knows the most about her scars, but he knows that Clementine doesn’t like to talk about them. The only thing she’s mentioned to the group was the missing finger from the car door slamming on it and the dog bite scar. But now that he thought about it, she never went into detail with the group about how she stitched that wound up herself. She only told him that.

Clementine didn’t like to talk about her past and he doesn’t blame her, however Marlon knows that she’ll tell him when she’s ready. She showed him what was on her arm, and hopefully he can soon hear the story behind it.

“I do have old clothes that’ll probably fit you. You’re more than welcome to go through my closet to find something that won’t make you overheat.”

She sighed. Clementine wasn’t sure.

“My arms are very long if you couldn’t tell. You’ll have plenty of sleeves to cover whatever you need to cover.”

Clementine’s hand went to the sleeve that covered her brand and squeezed. She desperately wanted to wear something that wasn’t overheating her, but she didn’t want to talk about the brand on her arm or the bullet wound on her shoulder. She hated each and every one of her scars, they disgusted her.

“You know, I’m sure not all of your scars are bad.”

“You haven’t even seen all my scars.”

“No, but I do have a favorite.”

Marlon guided one of her hands to her head. He placed her fingers on a spot hidden under her hair.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“You don’t know what that is?”

“No, I didn’t even know it was there.”

“Really?”

“How do you know what it is?”

“Because that’s how I found you,” Marlon told her. “When you crashed the car, you had a gash right there. Little did we know that us saving you would have meant you saving all of us. It reminds me that we’re safe, that you’re safe. That’s why it’s my favorite.” He planted a kiss on her scar. “See? Not all of them are bad.”

Clementine smiled at him before wrapping her arms around him. Every scar she had on her body made her sick, but the one on her head may just be the first scar she smiles about. She doesn’t have to run anymore, she doesn’t have to worry about AJ, they’re both safe here, she’s safe here. She has friends, someone who loves her. A place she can call home. That’s what that scar meant.

“So...” She started as she pulled away. “How big are your clothes?”

Marlon smiled. “They’re my old clothes, so they should fit you.”

“I’ll try to find something. No promises.” Clementine told him.

Marlon nodded and brought her to his closet so she can find something to wear. She came out fifteen minutes later in a short-sleeve Ericson shirt, a bandana tied around the brand on her arm, and an old flannel around her waist. Marlon smiled at her as they walked out to the courtyard together, Clementine smiled at not being unbearably hot.

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[akemi-roses]

Scars

Description: Violet is haunted by memories of her close friend, Brody. Wishing she had made amends, before it was too late.

Character(s): Violet, Brody, Clementine (Louis, Omar, Willy are only metioned)

Pairing(s): Violet/Brody (It’s implied. I couldn’t help myself )

A/N: It’s finally finished :’) This is first time I ever posted my writing, but honestly...it feels good to finally put my work out. I have more twdg projects planned out. Anyways, this is for @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale drabble challenge. REMINDER: This is from Violet’s POV.

AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42480357

Word count: 972

Enjoy~ 🌹

~~~

It's a cloudy day at Ericson, the sun slightly peeking out from the fluffy clouds. Everyone was most likely still asleep; all except for Omar, Clementine, and Willy. Violet sat on the steps of the admin building, adjusting her eyepatch to make it more comfortable.

Her friends looked occupied from where she’s sitting. Omar stirring up the pot in preparation for breakfast, while Clem was cleaning out the bowls and utensils. Willy can be seen climbing up the ladder to his post, now armed with a more advanced crossbow.

Similar to the one Minnie had back on the boat.

Everything was different now.

It’s been four months since the attack on the Delta, since the school was raided and since she was held hostage on that damn boat. If she hadn’t follow Minerva to the boiler, believing in her stupid plan to stop the bomb. Maybe…

The sudden breeze in the air caused the blonde to gripped onto her vest, trying to get warm. Fall is coming, she mentally reminded herself to next time put on the sweater she kept in her closet.

The sweater...

The sweater that Brody had made for her. Back when, they their were close.

~~~

“You didn’t even like Brody! You were always mean to her.” Willy argued.

Yes. That may be true, but I never hated her.

“Because you make it weird, Brody tries and you just make fun of her.” Clementine stated.

I never meant for it to be this way!

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” Said Brody.

I miss her…

“I wish we all could go on a road trip together.”

This was all my fault.

“Road trip? Why bother?” Violet asked, unamused.

I kept telling myself that…

Every. Damn. Day.

“It’s not like there’s anything worth seeing anymore.”

If I could fly away with you from this chaotic world we live in.

Then it’s worth it.

“C’mon Vi, live a little!”

Is anything more to survival? What does it take to “feel alive...?”

I hated myself. For how I treated you, giving you false hope when you kept living in those fantasies of yours. Dreaming big when we couldn’t.

From turning down simple runs with you, missing the opportunity just to talk to you. To have an actual conversation, and rebuild the friendship we once had. Instead...I would always give you a hard time.

And for what reason?

From seeing that beautiful smile of yours, and those comforting crystal blue eyes I would get lost in...

“Shit.”

Violet couldn’t help herself from glancing at the graveyard. Reminding her of all the loved ones they had lost…

Brody, Marlon, Sophie, Tenn…Minnie-

“No. Don’t think about her.” “Breathe…”

Breathe.

Those exact words her grandmother would always tell her to do, whenever she was afraid or angry. To relax her mind, it would only for a little while.

She remembers that night. There was so much blood...they couldn’t even recognize Brody. He did this to her with no hesitation, it was out of spite. She should’ve done something, should’ve asked more questions about the twins. Everyone was a wreck that night. Louis, especially, having no closure on why his best friend would ever give up his own friends, in exchange for safety. Being lied to for a whole fucking year, that night left nothing but scars.

Violet hadn’t realized it, but she now found herself standing in the graveyard, so caught up in her own thoughts. Her eyes finally landed on Brody’s grave…

“Hey there, Brody. I hope wherever you are is peaceful.” She finally said.

“Everyone is doing their part to keep Ericson safe now. Though, nowadays I find myself daydreaming about the walkers disappearing, and all of us going on that road trip.”

Of course, it wouldn’t be the same without her.

“You’re still on my mind, you know? You may think I’ve forgotten about you from how I treated you. But, how could I forget such a great friend like you?”

A great friend.

The eerie sound of silence made her fidget in her boots.

“I’m sorry…” her voice cracked.

She squeezes her eyes shut, clenching her teeth from seeing a mental image of her dear friend’s auburn hair flowing through the wind. Hearing the sweet sounds of her laughter, she was so happy…

“I-...I’m so sorry, Brody.”

Breathe Violet. Breathe!

“I was so wrapped up with losing Sophie and M- Minnie, I kept pushing you away, blaming you. When all you ever did was try to care about me. And now your gone too...FUCK. I should’ve talked to you”

Her vision became blurry, her knees buckling underneath her weight as emotions of guilt consumed her.

“You may have lied to me about the twins, but you didn’t deserve this…”

A new image of Brody appeared in her mind, but instead of the image of her gentle smile. It was instead the image of her maimed face, her body covered in blood. Violet fell to her knees, her nails digging into the dirt. Fresh tears spilling from her eyes.

She wanted to scream.

~~~

“The Grand Canyon” violet said, in a timid tone.

“What?” Brody asked.

“If we took a road trip, start diving until we hit the Grand Canyon.”

Brody beamed at her, “Yeah, that would be cool.”

“I miss you, so much…”

“Vi?”

A newfound voice pulled her attention away from the grave, revealing to be Clementine.

“Are you okay? We heard you crying?”

Swiping away the tears with her sleeve, Violet finally pulls herself up from the ground. She glances at the grave one last time before moving her gaze towards her friend. Clem followed where her gaze was, and frowned.

“Brody…” Said Clementine, wishing that she had spent more time with her.

“She’s... in a better place now. I wanted to pay my respects, to apologize.”

“I’m sure she forgives you.” The brunette said in a hopeful tone.

God, she sure hoped so.

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[lyndexv]

ORIGINAL CHARACTER, Drabble related (Welcome; Mary; etc...)

Name: Geoffrey Firmin Mallores

Nickname: ‘Geoff’, or ‘Jeff’ (only by Mary, or Kenna)

Age: 9 (Season 1) / 11 (Season 2) / 13 (Season 3) / 17 (TFS)

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 1m78/ 5′10

Weight: 70kg

Hair color: Russet

Hair length: Just above his eyebrows

Typical hairstyle: Untidy

Eye color: Blue sky

Noticeable Features: A scar on his left cheek. No facial hair except a little mustache. Uses make up to hide his bags under his eyes (thinks it’s fashion)

Typical Clothing: Blue denim vest, as well as denim pants, a yellow t-shirt, a black choker necklace, used ‘Le coq sportif’ shoes. Sometimes he changes of style and wears instead a black binder, and leggings.

Preferred Weapon: Revolver, knife

Backstory: He used to live in LA, his family was quite better-off, despite Jordan (his father) being an important demonstrator for LGBT rights back in the 2000's (He and Ella, Geoff’s mother, were bisexual). But as the apocalypse happened, they had to leave LA and to leave to East. By turns of events they found Paul, a policeman who used to be best friends with Jordan. But as Paul is an extremist who wanted to follow the orders of his superiors (even if the said superiors don't have ethics anymore) Jordan on the other side wanted to protect the most people. Geoffrey became a good friend of Lyla, Paul's daughter, and with Mary, a mysterious girl infected but somehow not turning...In the end, because of an attack of the Delta, his parents died, Paul died too, and Lyla and Mary disappeared. After long months of wandering, he finds Ericson Boarding School.

Facts about Geoffrey:

       1. As Geoffrey has a perfect ear, Jordan encouraged him to play music, his favorite instrument is guitar (electric, spanish or acoustic, he doesn't mind)

       2. Geoffrey's favorite song is 'J't’emmene au vent’ by Louis Attaque.

       3. Geoffrey is an existentialist, only acts matter for him, and so he hates killing, child having guns (like AJ), and he wants to save everyone, including ‘gray’ persons.

       4. Geoffrey is a total disaster about love, or about emotions in general. His emotions can be easily read (”like a book”, and he’s a truly bad liar, that’s why Lyla did the bluff stuff to save both their lives multiple times.

       5. Geoffrey masters 3 languages : French, Spanish and English (he used his knowledge to have ‘secret talk’ with Lyla, so nobody else could understand them)

       6. Geoffrey owns a car, a green Citroen 2CV Charleston, which he nicknamed ‘Eloïse’, that Mary found once in an abandoned garage. She modified the car so it could run on diesel (normal fuel has degraded since years), and apart from some little coughs and sputters, the car runs fine for its age.

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@maybemitch​ Thanks for allowing me to use your layout.

#oc #twdg oc #geoffrey #drabble #twdgdrabblechallenge

[nortmanheart]

Night sky

@stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale

word count: 988

Characters: Louis x Clementine 

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         It seems like an eternity has passed since Clementine was outside of her room and felt the cold on her skin. She spent about five days, or maybe even more, in her room, recovering from a leg amputation. And her only desire these days was to just go outside. Of course, now the girl couldn’t do it herself.

         Louis refused to disobey doctor’s orders until the last. He was worried about his girlfriend after everything she had experienced and gone through. What if something happens if they go outside? Ruby will never forgive him later. Louis himself won’t forgive himself. He explained to Clem that it was still dangerous for her to leave the room and go somewhere. Louis was afraid to lose her again.

 “What if she won’t make it? What if I can never make her laugh or smile again? What will Aj and I have to do?” 

Louis went to Clem every day. While she was unconscious, he quietly turned on the gramophone, took her still warm hand and talked to her. Louis asked the girl not to leave him. Sometimes AJ was with him. A little later, he did the same thing as Louis, but alone. But these days without Clem were real torture. As if time stood still and did not go further.

So when the girl woke up, Louis was her most frequent visitor. Sometimes he even treated her leg instead of Ruby. He was incredibly happy now that the painful wait was over. Now all the troubles were behind.

“Can we go out in the evening? At least for a while?” Clementine asked once. 

The guy pulled away from the girl clinging strongly to him and looked at her.

“Сlem, you know that Ruby…”

“I know everything perfectly, Lou. But please? I'm already tired of sitting in this room all day. Let’s escape in the evening, at least for a short while.”  The girl begged. “ No one needs to know about this. Just you and me.” Clementine smiled slyly.

Could Louis refuse her? No. So, they agreed that the next day they would run away from school at least to the backyard to spend some time there. The guy hoped that after this Clementine would get better. He even prepared in advance a couple of warm blankets, in which he wrapped candles to see at least something in the evening. 

“Do not you think that the rest can see the glow? “Clementine asked when they arrived at the place. Louis carefully lowered the girl to the ground from his back, sitting next to her.

“The windows in the dormitories are facing the other side. So it’s unlikely. Or should I not light candles?” 

“I think moonlight is enough,” the girl answered with a smile, raising her head to the sky.

Today it was surprisingly beautiful. There were so many stars that they seemed to occupy every inch of a dark canvas. Usually, at this time of year, the sky is not so clear: it is covered in heavy clouds, through which absolutely nothing is visible. It seems that the couple chose the best night to look at the sky.

Suddenly, Clementine felt something soft lay on her shoulders. It was Louis who covered her with one of the blankets. The guy pulled the girl to him, allowing her to lay her head on his shoulder.

“You know, Violet would tell you all about these stars. She knows every constellation or the cycles of the moon and so on,”  Louis told.

“This is pretty interesting. Maybe you should ask her to give us a couple of lessons?”

“Not a bad idea,” Louis replied with a smile, bending down to kiss the girl on the temple. She smiled, looking into his eyes, and then looked at his cheeks.

There were so many freckles on them that it was probably impossible to count them all. The girl even tried to connect them all, but then she got lost and abandoned this idea.

Before Louis could ask, Clementine said: “Your freckles resemble stars.”

The guy opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“You know, I'm a compliment master. But this is the best of all, darling,” he kissed the girl again, but this time on the cheek. Louis could do this forever if he could. He hugged Clementine stronger, feeling the girl take his hand. She ran her thumb over the rough skin on his hand and then turned it over. The girl saw all these thin and small cuts in his palm received, most likely, by accident. After that, the girl laid her boyfriend’s palm on her cheek, right where he kissed her.

“Are you okay?” Louis asked, feeling the soft skin of a girl under his palm. He ran his thumb to the cheekbone, straightened the curled lock of hair and laid his palm again on the girl's cheek. He noticed that Clementine was no longer looking at him, not at the beautiful sky. “ Clem? What are you thinking about?”

The girl squeezed her lips and shook her head.

“Now it doesn’t matter. I just wanna feel this moment,” it was difficult for her to drive unpleasant thoughts out of her head. Now she has more of them than ever and they are all about her not very pleasant past. Clementine wanted to spend time with her boyfriend, not letting anyone spoil the present moment.

“You know, these are my words,” Louis said with a grin. The girl again laid her head on his strong shoulder. She again took the guy's hand in hers. 

“I know, “ the girl answered quietly. She raised her head to the sky again, pretending that nothing had happened. But she had to say something. “I love you, Lou.”

“I love you too,” Louis whispered.

“Can we sit some more? I like it all.”

“Just a little more,” the guy said raising his head. Clementine smiled.        

She hoped it would never end. 

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[jayjay1665]

Pick-up Lines

Written for @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale​  writing challenge. Day #25 Oops.

Summary:  Javi helps Mariana tell Tenn how she feels, but it doesn’t exactly go according to plan.

Note: inspired by this ask @king-of-clubs98​ sent to @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale​. 

Word Count: 989

A03

Wattpad

~

Mariana sat under one of the trees in front of the school, writing in her small journal Aasim had given to her. She wrote about what she could remember from the weird dream she had last night, and the delicious veggie and rabbit stew Omar had cooked for breakfast that morning (although she still felt a little guilty about eating a cute, little rabbit).

But there was also something else she wrote about in her journal. Or rather, someone else…

She felt a silly smile spread on her face as she turned to a fresh page to start writing about a certain young boy who had recently caught her interest…

“Hey honey.” A deep voice greeted. She jumped in surprise as she tore her focus off of the page and saw Javier walking towards her. She quickly shut her journal and sat it beside her as she greeted him with a smile.

“Hey, Uncle Javi.” She replied sweetly.

“Whatcha up to?” he questioned as he sat in front of her.

“Oh...nothing… just writing in my journal.” She explained, as she ran her finger across the cover.

“Ahh, I see. I’m glad your getting some good use out of it. It was really nice of Aasim to give it to you.”

“Yeah, I really like it. It’s nice to have a private place to store my thoughts.”

“That’s great sweetheart. It’s always nice to have something you can call your own.” He agreed.

Mariana nodded with a smile.

A comfortable silence fell between them as that enjoyed each other’s company. Mariana allowed her eyes to wander her surroundings. She saw a squirrel run across the school gate, and two butterflies playing tag near the picnic tables. And on one the picnic tables sat Tenn…looking…right at her. She jumped slightly as she caught sight of his stare. She quickly darted her eyes to the left and then back at him before lifting her arm up and giving him a friendly (and kinda awkward) wave along with what she was sure looked like a silly smile.  Tenn waved back with a shy smile of his own before returning to his drawing.

Javi snickered.

She snapped her attention back to him. “What’s so funny?”

Javi jabbed his head in Tenn’s direction. “You like him, don’t you?”

Mari felt her cheeks heat up. “I…uh, well…” she stuttered.

“I knew it!” Javi chuckled. “I knew there was a special little something going on between you too.” He said as Mari tried to hide her red face into her sweater.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed, sunshine. It’s only natural that you’d fall for someone sooner or later.” He reassured as he brushed a stray hair away from her face.

“I guess.” She replied bashfully.

Javi chuckled once more. “Sooo… are you gonna tell him?” he asked with a teasing smile/

“I-no! Well…I mean… I don’t know…” she answered, feeling herself getting more flustered by the second.

Javi’s smile widened. “Well, I think you should. If there’s anything I learned about this day and age, is to not leave anything left unsaid.”

Mari thought for a moment. He was right. Tomorrow really exactly promised. So, why not make the most of today?

She smiled to herself as she felt her confidence grow a little. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…ok, I’ll tell him.”

“That’s my girl.” Javi held his hand up for a high five which she gladly returned.

“So, how should I tell him?” she asked. Javi felt himself smile.

“Well, if you’re up for it, I think I have the perfect, creative way to let him know how you feel.”

~

Mari took a deep breath as she prepared herself to walk over to Tenn. This time, he was sitting on the couch. She glanced over her shoulder to where Javi stood under the tree. He gave her an encouraging thumbs up and a smile. She smiled back as she rehearsed the line one more time in her head before making her way over to where he sat.

“Hey, Tenn.” She greeted cheerily.

“Oh, hey Mari. Hey what’s up.” Tenn replied with a smile. Mari felt a swarm of butterflies flutter around in her stomach.

“Oh, nothing much. I, uh just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh, alright. What is it?” he asked.

She took another deep breath.

“Well, I just wanted to ask…Are you from Tennessee? Cuz you’re the only ten I see.”

 Silence.

Complete silence. It was almost as if everyone in the yard just completely stopped what they were doing, and all that could be heard was a gentle breeze that blew by and a bird cawing overhead.

Tenn just sat there. Staring at her with a bewildered expression on his face.

“Uh…I…Uh...” she stammered as she felt her face heat up.

“Dummy, Dummy, Dummy! Why did think this would work?!” she mentally scolded herself.

Tenn cocked his head to the side. “Are you ok? Your face is really red? Do you want some water?” He asked innocently, not knowing about the girl’s internal distress.

“I…uh…nope! I’m fine! See you later.” She responded quickly before dashing back to where Javi was standing.

“Uh…ok…” Tenn replied confused as he watched her run off.

“That was kinda weird…” he said to himself. He pushed himself off the couch before making his way inside. As he walked into the school, he mulled the line over and over in his head, trying to understand what she meant.

“Are you from Tennessee? Cuz you’re the only tenn…the only ten…I se- Wait!”

He stopped in his tracks and felt his cheeks burn. He looked back to where Mari was and saw her talking to Javi with her hands on her hips and a flustered look on her bright red face.

Tenn felt a bashful smile spread across his lips, as he made a mental note to talk with Louis later and ask him if he knew any lines he could use.

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[rubysrevenge]

TWDG’S SURVIVAL GUIDE // OR LACK THEREOF.

This is my attempt (and late start) at NANOWRIMO, going off the TWDG drabble challenge prompt created by @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale

character(s): Mitch & Louis ship(s):Mitch/Louis (Louitch) word count: 2881 a/n: I've already been outted as Louitch trash on Tumblr, so I decided to dedicate one of these drabbles to them. It's nothing too romancy, I guess, but things are implied. Take it however you want, I guess. Anyway, I got super carried away with this one, and I don't expect any of my other "drabbles" to be quite this long, but who knows? Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!

————

3 // You Make Me Laugh.

His eyes scan across the name a second, third, and fourth time, and he contemplates ignoring the text, turning his phone off, and going back to sleep.

Mitch: u up?

Despite his first gut instinct, Louis lingers, continuing to stare at the four character text for much longer than necessary. He chews on the inside of his cheek, cursing himself as his curiosity gets the better of him.

A few more seconds pass as he tries to futilely resist the temptation to bite.

He lets out another groan before caving and bringing up his other hand to tap out a message back.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Louis: yeah, why?

Mitch is responding almost instantly and Louis feels immediate dread.

What on Earth is he about to get himself into?

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He’s nearly asleep when his phone chirps and the screen lights up.

Louis’ battle with insomnia is nothing new. Often times he’ll struggle with it for weeks on end, but, being too stubborn to take anything for it, he allows himself to suffer.

So, naturally, the one night that he actually manages to start drifting off is the night when someone decides to message him.

With a groan, he groggily reaches for his phone, eyes squinting as they fight to adjust to the light of his screen. It takes him a second, but soon enough, he sees just who is messaging him this late.

12:37 AM isn’t that late, Louis realizes, but most people are at home, in bed, asleep at this time— much like Louis, himself; minus the ‘asleep’ part.

His eyes scan across the name a second, third, and fourth time, and he contemplates ignoring the text, turning his phone off, and going back to sleep.

Mitch: u up?

Despite his first gut instinct, Louis lingers, continuing to stare at the four character text for much longer than necessary. He chews on the inside of his cheek, cursing himself as his curiosity gets the better of him.

A few more seconds pass as he tries to futilely resist the temptation to bite.

He lets out another groan before caving and bringing up his other hand to tap out a message back.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Louis: yeah, why?

Mitch is responding almost instantly and Louis feels immediate dread.

What on Earth is he about to get himself into?

Mitch: got u smth Mitch: think ull like it

Now Louis’ interest is really piqued, though he hates to admit it. It’s hard to imagine Mitch getting him anything. Or, well, at one time it might’ve been. As of late, Louis has taken notice of little things here and there. Things such as Mitch messaging him more; randomly giving him things; watching him more… He doesn’t know what to make of it. It’s...odd.

Louis: do you have to show me NOW?

Mitch’s reply is immediate — ‘yes’ — followed by a cascade of others —

Mitch: so get ready Mitch: im on my way to get u

Louis just stares at his screen for a moment, like he can’t believe what he’s reading, before he’s finally typing back.

Louis: it’s almost one in the morning, mitch

Mitch: so???

Louis: SOME of us are trying to sleep

Mitch: well good thing ur already awake then huh?

Louis could strangle him, he swears. He probably would if he didn’t think he’d get his ass handed to him if he tried.

Ultimately, he knows that it’s pointless to tell Mitch no. By now, he’s already on his way over, and will be determined to get Louis out of the house one way or another.

He’s really backed into a corner here.

After a long pause, dramatic groan, and faceplant into his pillow, Louis finally, begrudgingly, responds.

Louis: alright FINE. but you better make this quick

He swears he could chuck his phone across the room when all he gets in response to that is a winky face.

Admittedly, Louis spends more time laying around than he ought to, and it isn’t until his phone is buzzing again with another text that he realizes that he’d dozed off.

He jumps up out of bed before he even reads the text informing him of Mitch’s arrival. He quickly texts back that he’ll be down in a second.

Honestly, he has half a mind just just go in his pajamas, but it’s not exactly warm outside, so he ultimately decides against it, instead, slipping on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He practically has to force his feet into his already tied Converse, and is pulling a hoodie on over his head by the time he’s leaving his room.

Most times, Louis finds himself missing his parents with their busy work schedules, but this night in particular, he could not be more relieved by their absence. At least this way he won’t have to risk getting caught.

By the time he reaches the front door and pulls it open, he catches Mitch in the middle of sending another text, but upon seeing that Louis has finally joined him, discards it.

“About time,” he says in place of a greeting.

“What’re you doing here, Mitch?” Louis doesn’t even try to hide the tiredness in his voice.

“Well, I told you I was coming to pick you up didn’t I?”

Louis would love to wipe that ebbing smirk off his lips. He only entertains the thought for a second, however, before he comes to the shocking revelation that Mitch hadn’t driven here.

“Where’s your car?” he asks, as if that will somehow magically produce an answer he would actually want to hear.

Instead, what he gets is; “Didn’t bring it. I walked here.”

“You what?” Idly, Louis wonders if there’s a possibility that his eyes will fall out of their sockets.

“What am I, speaking French?” If Mitch is attempting to be funny, it’s not working. “I walked here, Louis.”

Louis must have a disagreeable look on his face because the next thing Mitch is asking is, “Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Oh, no,” Louis replies, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his tone (he blames it on the lack of sleep), “Not at all. In fact, I was actually looking forward to walking however many blocks with you while being sleep deprived and dead tired. That’s really gonna be the highlight of my night.”

Mitch rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Whatever, Smart-ass. Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a response, Mitch starts off down the street, and for a moment, Louis just stands there, bewildered.

“Wha— are you serious, right now?”

When he notices that Louis still hasn’t budged, Mitch stops and turns back to look at him.

“C’mon, Lou! It’s not that far! Just right down the road!”

Louis doesn’t believe him...but he ends up following after him anyway, and internally cursing himself in the process.

Louis takes long strides to catch up, and when he does, he easily falls into step beside Mitch.

He’s silent for a few minutes before a thought occurs to him.

“Hey, wait— I thought you said you had something for me,” he says, casting Mitch a sidelong glance.

His eyes are met with yet another smirk as Mitch winks and says, “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”

Normally, Louis loves surprises, but coming from Mitch? He’s not so sure. An uneasy feeling swarms around in his gut the more he thinks about it.

“Can’t wait…”

By the time they reach their destination, Louis is decidedly... underwhelmed.

“This?” he asks, incredulously. “This was your ‘Big Surprise’?”

It’s an abandoned building— some old department store that appeared to have not seen any business since the eighties. Louis wasn’t sure why it was still around or why the city hadn’t had it demolished or renovated yet. He wondered how long it would continue to be around before anything was finally done about it.

“Noooot quite,” Mitch responds, simperingly, tearing Louis from his thoughts. “Follow me.”

They walk around to the back of the building where an old, ricketity looking ladder can be seen, clinging to the brick. The paint is mostly all gone, being replaced by a majority of rust, and Louis swears it looks like the thing would poof into dust at even the lightest of touches.

“Up here,” Mitch says, stepping towards said ladder.

“Wait, what—?” Louis’ eyes widen, clearly not liking this idea. It’s not that he’s scared of trespassing, per se, but more so because there’s no way in forty hells that ladder would ever pass a safety inspection. It’s a death trap waiting to happen.

Though it doesn’t seem to deter Mitch.

“You’re not gonna chicken out now, are you?” He teases, already hoisting himself up the ladder. “After you’ve already come so far?”

“No!” Louis replies defiantly. Yes, he may be tired as all hell, and yes, he might think that his chances of falling to his death on this thing is a very real possibility, but if there’s one thing he’s not, it’s a chicken.

So, without giving a second thought, he’s climbing up after Mitch, trying to go as fast and careful as he can. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t actually breathe again until he’s finally on the roof.

He takes a moment to look around.

It’s not that he’s never been on top of a roof before — he’s done plenty of things and been plenty of places that he shouldn’t — but just that he doesn’t know why they’re here.

Mitch sits close to the edge so that he can peer out at the other buildings and everything below them. Soon enough, Louis has joined him. But not before asking, “So why did you bring me here, exactly? To look at the stars? I could do that at home.”

“Just relax and take a seat, wouldja?” Mitch replies flippantly. “That’s not the only reason why I brought you here.”

Louis reluctantly takes his seat and sends Mitch a quizzical look.

“Then why—” He cuts himself off the moment he sees what at first appears to be a cigarette, but definitely isn’t. “—is that weed?!”

“Whoa, hey!” Mitch, despite not needing to, takes a quick look around before fixing Louis with a stare. “Would you keep it down?”

Louis, for once in his life, actually shuts up, just staring, wide-eyed. The look results in an exasperated sigh from Mitch.

“Hey, just— calm down. It’s not a big deal or anything, alright?” He shrugs, before tilting his head back to look up at the stars for a brief moment. “I just like to come up here to think sometimes… And smoking helps me relax. Didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal to you.”

“It’s not,” Louis clarifies quickly. “I mean— I don’t really care, I just— wasn’t expecting it.”

Mitch finally looks back over at him. “Is that right?”

“Yeah—”

“Because it seemed like it was a pretty big deal to you.”

“Well, it’s not,” Louis defends. “Like I said, I just wasn’t expecting it. In fact, I wasn’t expecting any of this. —— So what, this was your plan? Get me up here to look at the stars and watch you smoke weed?”

“Well…” This time, if Louis didn’t know any better, he’d swear that he could see a genuine smile pulling across Mitch’s lips. “No, not exactly. I mean— yeah, stargazing is bound to happen, but I wouldn’t just smoke in front of you like that…”

“Oh—”

“Without offering you some first, at least.”

“... What—?”

Contrary to what some might believe, Louis has never once smoked before. He’s been around people who have, sure, but he’s never personally smoked, himself. 

“I know people call me an asshole,” Mitch replies, “but I do have manners… Sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Louis teases. “That’s a shocker.”

“Shut up.” Mitch reaches over to give him a light shove. “You want some or not?”

“Oh, uhhh…” Louis shrugs, pretending to mull it over, even though he already knows what he’s going to say. “I...dunno. I wasn’t really planning on it or anything.”

“Have you ever even tried it?” Mitch asks, regarding him curiously. Though, judging by Louis’ reaction earlier, he has a pretty good idea.

“Well, no—”

“It’s really not that bad,” Mitch goes on to explain. “You were complaining about not being able to sleep earlier, right? This would help with that little problem.”

As tempting as that sounds, Louis still hesitates. He doesn’t want to seem like a punk, or like weed even bothers him for that matter, because it really doesn’t. He truly means it when he says that he doesn’t care if people smoke it. His main concern is just how he, personally, will experience it.

He must take too long to give Mitch an answer, because Mitch adds, “Hey, it’s no big deal if you don’t want to. I’m not gonna force ya or anything.”

That said, he decides not to waste any more time, retrieving a lighter from his pocket and lighting the blunt.

For a few moments, Louis just watches him, eyes trained on the rings of smoke that drift from his lips as he exhales. His eyebrows pull together for a second before he finally makes his decision.

“Okay, fine. Hand it over.”

Mitch, genuinely surprised by this, glances over at him, eyebrows raised. “You sure?”

“Yeah, sure,” Louis replies. “I mean, this was a part of what you had in store for me, right? Fuck it. Might as well.”

Mitch can’t stop the beginnings of a grin from tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Hell, yeah!” he cheers, passing the joint over after one more drag.

Louis hesitates for a moment, before deciding to throw caution to the wind. He’d already come this far, anyway.

Bringing the joint up to his lips, he takes a drag, only to end up going straight into a coughing fit, much to his embarrassment, and Mitch’s amusement. 

He can feel his cheeks burn as Mitch’s laughter meets his ears and all he can do is let out a slightly strangled, “Shut up!” as he passes the joint back.

“What?” Mitch asks around a chuckle. “That was funny!”

“Was not!” Louis denies, doing his best to suppress a pout. “I’m just— still getting used to it, that’s all.”

“Wanna try again?” Mitch takes another puff and holds the joint back out to him.

Louis tries again, only to end up with the same results, unsurprisingly.

Mitch laughs again, much to Louis’ chagrin.

“Yeah, yeah— Like you’ve never coughed before.”

Mitch has. He still does sometimes, but he isn’t about to tell Louis that.

“Whatever,” he says, taking the joint back.

That’s when a thought occurs to him.

“Hold up, I’ve got an idea.”

“What?” Louis asks, voice still slightly strained from coughing.

He watches as Mitch takes another drag, holding in the smoke, and the next thing he knows, Mitch is reaching forward, grasping Louis’ face in his hand, and leaning in.

Louis, tense and stiff, unsure what what else to do, opens his mouth to question what Mitch is doing, but before he can, smoke is being blown in his face.

He still coughs a little, but it’s nothing compared to before.

Louis hates the way he can feel his cheeks tingling, and he tries to convince himself that it’s just a side-effect of the weed. It certainly has nothing to do with just how close Mitch had just gotten to his face just then. He doesn’t even like Mitch like that. Oddly matched friends is all that they are as far as Louis is concerned.

“Shotgunning,” Mitch answers Louis’ unspoken question, and the smirk tugging at his lips tells Louis that the color of his cheeks must’ve been more noticeable than he’d like.

“I think I’ll just stick to—” 

“Hey!” 

Louis swears he’s never nearly jumped out of his skin so fast. He stares, wide-eyed over the edge of the building, seeing a cop below. This is not good for many reasons — far too many to list right now — and judging by Mitch’s sudden outburst of, ‘Oh, fuck!’ he seems to share that sentiment.

“Get down from there!”

Only a beat of silence passes before the two of them jump to their feet and take off running as fast as they can.

Mitch hurries down the ladder, jumping the rest of the way down when he’s halfway. Louis scrambles after him, nearly tripping on his way down. Despite his speed, however, he goes about it much safer, rushing all the way down as cautiously as he can, rather than jump like Mitch had. It’s nearly enough to bite him in the ass, however, as the cop who’d caught them on the rooftop rounds the corner and yells out to them again.

“Hey! Stop!”

They don’t stop. In fact, they only go faster.

Apparently, Louis isn’t running fast enough though, because Mitch is reaching back to snatch up his wrist, pulling him forward in an attempt to make him move even faster. Really, it does nothing more than make Louis trip up more times than he normally would.

But they keep running.

They zip past the corner, and turn down another alleyway, bobbing and weaving until they no longer hear the cop’s voice and footsteps behind them.

They both prop themselves up against two walls of an alley, opposite each other, fighting to catch their breath. Louis notes that his lungs burn as he inhales crisp, cool air, and soon enough, much like before, he’s coughing again.

“Holy shit—!” Mitch exclaims in a gasp. “A-are you okay—?”

Louis tries to respond amidst his coughing, but he can’t.

And then… He’s laughing — much to Mitch’s surprise — a product of the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

It dies down just enough for him to blurt out, “I can’t believe you pulled me out of bed for this! This bullshit !” And then the laughter is picking up again. He can’t stop.

A bewildered grin tugs at Mitch’s lips, and he finds that Louis’ laughter is so contagious that he can’t refrain from joining in.

#twdgdrabblechallenge #[ ;twdg ] #;;my writing #ch: louis #ch: mitch #ship: louitch #twdg #twdg louis #twdg mitch #twdg louitch

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

[pineapple pizza]

Day 25: Card Game #twdgdrabblechallenge

Note: I don’t believe I’ve written any clouis that takes place before Marlon dies so have this piece of Clem and Lou flirting in front of everyone. 

AO3

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“I keep telling you,” Louis smirks, holding up a Queen of Hearts, “I am the greatest card player of all time.”

Clementine makes a show of rolling her eyes, exaggerating with throwing her head back and laughing as she snatches the card from him. 

“You can’t say that every single time you win a round.”

“I can, and I will.” 

“Fine, fine,” she grins. “Ask your question.” 

“Pineapple on pizza,” Louis quirks a brow. “Yay or nay?”

Clementine wrinkles her nose. “Nay.”

“What, really?” 

“Yeah, gross.”

Louis places a hand over his heart, feigning hurt as he mourns, “This isn’t how I thought this friendship would end, Clem, but everything happens for a reason, I guess.” 

She flicks a card at him, arguing, “Oh come on! How about I make you a deal?” 

“I’m listening.”

“If we ever come across a running pizza parlor, we’ll order one and I’ll give you all the pineapple off my side.” 

Louis presses a finger to his chin, forcing a serious face as he considers her offer. 

“It’s bold of you to assume that I’d share a whole pizza with you.” 

“Louis!”

He chuckles, deflecting another card being flicked his way. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Clem, but if we ever come across such a wonder like a functioning pizza parlor, we’re ordering, like, twenty pizzas and I’d be more than happy to hog all the pineapple to myself,” Louis holds out his hand to her. “Deal?”

It’s warm around hers, sending delightful shocks through her muscles, causing her heart to flutter much faster. 

“Deal.”

She doesn’t immediately let go, enjoying the weight and comfort of holding Louis’ hand in hers. When they do part, her fingers drag across his palm. 

It’s time to draw another card, but not without a lingering glance between them. 

Clementine’s only been at Ericson for a week and a half, the longest she and AJ have stayed in one location in years, and she’s come to love the nightly card games she found herself in. It felt nice to be around the others, playing War with Louis, and sometimes Marlon, Violet, and Aasim, while AJ hung out and colored with Tenn. 

She knew not to be too hopeful, knowing that any day, something terrible could happen that would send them away.

But, something about Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth felt right, something about sitting here with Louis, drawing cards and talking and laughing and being around him felt right, something about the others moving around them felt right. 

She can only hope that she doesn’t fuck it up somehow.

“Hmm, that’s strange,” Clementine smirks. “The greatest card player of all time lost.”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“How sweet.”

“I try,” Louis grins. “Ask away!”

Clementine looks him over, taking in his features. 

Over the two weeks, she had grown closer to everyone who lived within these walls but found herself coming back to Louis more than the others. 

She enjoyed his company, even if he told dumb jokes and made dumb excuses to get out of things. She enjoyed talking to him- well, she enjoyed flirting with him. She believes that’s what she’s doing when she compliments or teases him, and she likes it when he flirts back. She really, really likes it. 

“Tell me something about yourself.”

“Like what?”

“Anything,” she shrugs with a soft smile. 

“Y’know, the point of the game is to ask specific questions, right?”

“Yeah, but I want you to tell me something-” she pauses, glancing away, “-something you’ve never told anyone before.”

Louis blinks at her, taking in the solemn request, giving her a funny look. She didn’t know what it was about, maybe he was surprised that she wanted to know something more about him other than his love of music or his passion for pineapple on pizza. Disbelief, perhaps that’s what it was.

He opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it, gazing around before thoughtfully staring down at the table.

Finally, he says, “I lied, I actually hate pineapple on pizza.”

...What?

“It’s disgusting, horrible, shouldn’t be legal,” he goes on, “when we find that pizza parlor, we’re throwing all of their pineapples into the river.”

“You-” Clementine can’t help it- she laughs. “You are such a dork, oh my god.” 

“Pineapple on pizza is a sin, Clementine.” 

“That’s not what you said five minutes ago!” 

“I was hiding my true colors,” he laments, “now I bare my soul to you.” 

Laughter consumes her.

“Why are you laughing, Clem? This is serious!”

“Stop!” she giggles, throwing more cards at him, which causes him to retaliate with his own set, tossing them right back at her until cards fly and lie everywhere around them. 

Clementine laughs because what else can she do?

Get mad because he won’t take this seriously? Because he didn’t want to, or because he was scared to? 

She couldn’t possibly do that, not when he’s laughing just as hard as she is, not when the others are shaking their heads or watching them curiously. 

Maybe one day Louis would be serious with her... about more things that don’t involve card games. 

#twdgdrabblechallenge #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg clouis #clouis #another one that i wrote in like... 15 minutes haha #but i have to go to dinner in 10 minutes and i wanted to finish it don't judge me

[bluebutterfly1]

You read some drabbles by others writers from the twdgdrabblechallenge ?

Yes I have (including some of yours)!

I really like the drabbles from the creator of the challenge herself @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale, @jayjay1665, @twdteacakes, @rubysrevenge, @quinlinkin, and you @sonicole !

I wish I could’ve participated in this challenge like I did with inktober, but I can’t write to save my life.

#asks #twdgdrabblechallenge

[louisfrecklesss]

11/08 WALKERS 

The air was cold, so cold that Clementine is wrapped in Louis arms her head against his chest listening to his heart beat incase every time she moves, speaks or even breaths a little heavier than normal. They are both on lookout tonight, the air is silence just the occasional walker that passes through the couples sight. 

“Have you ever wanted to, be, one of those things?” Louis whispers allowing Clementine’s eyelids to open from their slight slumber; his fingers draw circles on her shoulder as he watches her reaction to his touch.

“One of what? Walkers?” Louis nods his head watching her every move, he knew this was a risky question that he was asking however he just felt like it needed to be answered. “Nope, I’d rather be shot in the head.” She laughs a little but Louis doesn’t laugh at all because that’s not funny.

“I don’t want you to be shot in the head, you have the cutest head ever.” A soft peck is placed on her forehead, Clementine looks up to see Louis smiling down at her with his wide grin, his freckles spreading on her face, the missing tooth in his mouth; damn she loves him. 

“Idiot.” She mumbles against his chest pressing a kiss there causing him to giggle lightly, kind of like he did when she called him ‘cute’ right before their first kiss. 

“I can’t imagine seeing my parents like that, you’re truly amazing Clementine.”

“Well, I didn’t really have a choice did I Louis?” She laughs a little before burying herself deeper into his chest; she didn’t have a choice, she just had to see her parents like that. 

“Fuck walkers.” Louis says sensing Clementine’s sadness. 

“Yeah, fuck walkers.”

#walkers #twdg #twdg louis #louis #clouis #clementine #clem #twdg clementine #twdg fanfiction #twdgdrabblechallenge

[twdteacakes]

TWDG Writing Challenge Day 1 - Scar

A/N - This was fun, looking forward to posting more drabbles this month. Thanks to @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale for organising this event, and thanks to anyone else who decided to read this. Participating in this gives me more motivation to work on a TWDG writing project that I’m developing. I’m probably going to look at the majority of these prompts and think ‘How do I insert Clouis?’

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“No wonder you were scared shitless of dogs.” Louis commented, his index finger tracing the faded scar on Clementine’s forearm, his laid back demeanour unable to hide his bubbling curiosity. “Did you really patch this up yourself?”

Clementine nodded, absentmindedly fiddling with the material of her summer t-shirt - a thoughtful gift from Louis. New pieces of clothing weren’t exactly easy to find, especially the appropriate attire. “Yep. And for the record; sewing up your own wound sucks. It was almost as bad as the dog bite itself.”

Wonder sparkled in the depths of her boyfriend’s two glittering topazes, as his hand softly trailed down and rested on her own. “I can imagine. I could never handle something like that.”

“Do you have any scars, tough guy?” She asked with a teasing grin.

“No. But I am missing a tooth.” He replied, before peeling back his upper lip for confirmation. Sure enough, there was a gap where a molar should be. “Got hit square in the face trying to catch a baseball. Near enough passed out when all the blood started pouring from my mouth.”

A chirpy giggle escaped Clementine’s throat, which she quickly tried to stifle. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.”

“It’s fine, I can take it.” He then gestured at the scar on her brow. “How’d that one happen?”

Sorrow flitted across her expression. “Car crash. Slammed my head into the steering wheel.”

Louis breathed deeply, like the wind had been knocked out of him. “Jesus. You’ve been through a hell of a lot.”

Her face relaxed once more, a fond smile emerging. “Yeah. But all that was worth it, since, well… I got the chance to meet you.”

#twdgdrabblechallenge #twdg #twdg drabble #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg clouis #twdg louisentine #the walking dead game

[quinlinkin]

take it from me ( i’d be lost without you ) ↳ Q’s twdg writing challenge

character(s): willy, mitch, ruby, aasim, louis, violet, omar, rosie, aj, tenn, clementine ship(s): aasim/ruby ( rusim ), clementine/violet ( violentine ) word count: 1462 author’s note: i mean, when aren’t we all in need of some pure, wholesome willy moments? takes place in the spring after the events of tfs ( in which everyone is alive bc to hell with canon sometimes amirite )

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*credits to the wonderful @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale​​​​​​​​​ for creating this challenge! you can view the entire prompt list + further details here. happy writing!!

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                                          day thirteen ; hug.

It’s on an early, sunny spring day in which Willy declares a brand new, totally legitimate holiday.

National Hug Day. Well- Ericson Resident Hug Day, at the very least. He also realizes that he doesn’t actually know what the current date is, but he’s fairly certain Aasim does. He’ll be sure to not only ask him about it later, but request that he write down this new holiday so they can remember it every single year from now on.

The idea is promptly born as Willy sits upon the admin building’s front staircase, idly practicing the knife tricks that Mitch had taught him over the long winter months. Though his attention only remains focused on twirling the blade around between his fingertips for so long, and eventually, he finds himself looking out across the expanse of the courtyard.

Today is the first nice day they’ve had since the cold weather had finally begun to lessen. The sun is bright and warm, just enough for them to safely ditch their heavy winter gear in favor of lighter, more comfortable clothes. Louis isn’t wearing his trench coat anymore, the sleeves of his baseball tee rolled up past his elbows as he cleans arrows from their earlier hunting trip. Mitch leaves the admin building in a simple t-shirt, ruffling Willy’s already wild hair as he passes him on the steps.

Though, even with how normal everything appears to finally be, Willy can’t help but feel as if there’s a certain something missing. Winter, as always, had taken its toll on everyone. They’d only barely scraped by on their dangerously low food supply, suffered through the bitter cold and heaping snow, forced to all sleep in the common room to conserve body heat that ultimately left everyone largely irritated with one another for several different reasons.

Willy may be used to Mitch’s snoring, but that certainly doesn’t mean anyone else is.

Yet, even as the weather steadily improves and everyone is slowly but surely able to return back to a far more comfortable schedule, they all still seem… off.

There’s not enough happiness around here, Willy eventually decides. And so, he sparks the plan to change that. Besides, everyone likes hugs, right? They’re supposed to make people feel better, and that’s exactly what he intends to do.

He starts with an easy one. While he and Mitch don’t exactly hug each other on a regular basis, they are brothers. It wouldn’t be the strangest thing in the world. Willy approaches him as he’s stacking up freshly chopped firewood, and wordlessly wraps his arms around his waist.

Mitch tenses for a fraction of a second, before realizing it’s just Willy.

“Uh… what’s the hug for, man?” he rasps, patting Willy on the back as he returns it anyway. His voice has improved somewhat over the past few months, but it still sounds different. Scratchy and hoarse, like someone with a really bad flu.

Not that Willy minds, of course. The main thing that matters to him is that he’s here , and not dead like Lilly had very nearly succeeded in achieving. It doesn’t bother him in the least if his voice sounds a little funny, now.

“I decided today is hug day,” Willy explains simply, letting him go after a moment. “I think everyone really needs one. Y’know, after the winter and… everything.”

Mitch instantly gives him a warm smile. “Sounds like a great idea to me.”

Willy nods affirmatively. “Totally! So, you can go hug someone too, if you want.”

Then, before Mitch can formulate a response, Willy is off once again in search of the nearest person. Which, happens to be Ruby as she tends to the horse they’d brought back from the Delta. As usual, Aasim is right there with her, though he keeps a safe distance from the animal. He refuses to admit it, but Willy knows he’s definitely scared of it.

“Hi, Ruby,” Willy chirps, and again, without waiting for a reply, simply goes in to hug her as well.

“Oh- ” she exclaims in mild surprise, but is quick to recover. She hugs him back sincerely, one hand still grasping the rope attached to the horse’s halter.

Willy wastes no time between his rounds. Once releasing Ruby, he heads straight for Aasim.

“Wait, wha-” Aasim manages to utter before Willy is enveloping him, next. He may not be much of a hugger - well, towards anyone that isn’t Ruby, of course - but today, Willy vows to make sure everyone is.

Squeezing his arms around Aasim briefly, he steps back in order to clarify, “Today is hug day.”

Aasim quirks an inquisitive brow. “According to…?”

“Me,” Willy states proudly, beaming a big smile.

“Is that so?” Ruby says, wearing a smile of her own that’s incredibly fond around the edges. “Well, in that case… We’d better participate, right, hon?”

And with that, she’s leaning up on her toes and wrapping her arms around Aasim’s neck to pull him into another hug of their own. Unlike with Willy, he doesn’t remain stiff and awkward towards the contact, having no apparent problems with returning it in earnest.

Perfect! Willy thinks, grinning even wider. It’s working!

With his trend now catching on, Willy enthusiastically moves onward. Louis gets a hug next, where he’s still cleaning arrows, and it seems to immensely brightens his day judging by how he cheerfully laughs and thanks him. Then, it’s Violet’s turn, who, much like Aasim, isn’t the biggest fan of hugs even though she returns it all the same.

Omar receives his hug as he prepares dinner, Willy even making sure to include Rosie as she begs for scraps next to the large, steaming pot of food.

Finally, Willy reaches AJ and Tenn where they sit upon the ground as they color together. Willy kneels down in order to reach AJ’s level, making sure not to sneak up on him as he remembers the younger’s particular response to such sudden actions.

“It’s national hug day,” Willy tells him as he gives him a quick embrace around the shoulders. “That means everyone gets a hug.”

As he turns to Tenn, however, he finds himself hesitating. While he’s long since expressed his forgiveness towards what happened with Mitch, sometimes, he can’t help but still feel as if it’s technically his fault. It’s taken Willy a long time to come to terms with his big brother’s injury, and after watching him be taken away by Lilly and her people without knowing whether he was even alive or not, it remains a frightening memory.

But, like he said: everyone gets a hug. It’s not like he’s still mad at him, at least.

Tenn tentatively returns the gesture when Willy wraps his arms around him. When they pull back, he’s smiling genuinely, and Willy suddenly feels better about including him. They all deserve to be happy in his opinion, and that most definitely includes Tenn.

“Um, thank you…” Tenn murmurs quietly. Willy gives him a friendly nod.

And as he turns to survey the courtyard once again, he’s met with a promising sight. Louis can be seen moving in to dramatically hug an obviously annoyed Violet, and Willy laughs to himself as he catches sight of her one-eyed glare from around her eye patch.

There’s still one person left, however. As if right on cue, he spots her hobbling out from the dorm building, and Willy races forward to meet her.

He spares a fleeting look towards the prosthetic leg she’s currently balancing on. It’s the newest model, worked painstakingly hard on by himself, Mitch, Aasim, and AJ. He’s happy to see her getting used to it, and he’s sure she’s happy to finally be rid of those pesky crutches.

“Hey, Willy,” Clem greets with a smile.

This time, Willy does at least manage to spare a quick “Hi ” before moving in. He makes sure to be extra careful, however, not wanting to knock her over with an overly forceful hug. Yet even as slow as he winds his arms around her waist, he makes sure to squeeze with an equal amount of force as he showed towards everyone else.

“Today is hug day,” he explains again, for one last time. “We can all celebrate it every year.”

He can hear Clem chuckle softly as she returns the sentiment. “Every year, huh? Then I guess we’d better make sure to have Aasim write it down on his calendar.”

“Yeah! That’s what I was thinking!” Willy exclaims as he backs away.

And with that, his task is done. He and Clementine part ways, and he watches with bright, sparkling eyes as the first thing she does upon approaching Violet, is hug her.

Their first ever hug day? He thinks it’s safe to call it a smashing success.

#twdgdrabblechallenge #twdg #twdg willy #twdg mitch #twdg ruby #twdg aasim #twdg omar #twdg rosie #twdg aj #twdg tenn #twdg clementine #rusim #violentine #Q writes