Machete Carrying Sweet Talker (Cluke)

Sincerity

I hold my arms as I stare out from the balcony. The goosebumps that erect on my arm tickle the rough skin on my fingers from where I rolled up my bloody sleeves to let my wound breathe.

I sigh. There are gloomy clouds overhead, and the wind turbine picked up speed from where the once gentle breeze turned into a cold chill.

I hear the small clicking noise of the glass doors unlocking and hear them open.

I slightly turn my head, only to see Luke smiling down at me.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi." I reply.

He stands next to me, wrapping his hands around the rusty railing of the balcony.

I'm surprised it hasn't broken apart yet.

"How ya holdin' up, Clem?" he asks me, moving one of his hands on top of mine.

"Okay, I guess. I'm just shocked."

He nods. After a few moments silence, I look up at him. He's staring at me.

"Is Kenny a nice guy?" he asks awkwardly. I chuckle.

"Why? Scared he's gonna beat you up?" I say playfully.

A small blush creeps onto his cheeks. "No.." he denies.

"Anyways, he's alright. I missed him a lot but.." I stare down at the ground below us and inhale a breath.

"He's kind of lost it." I hesitantly admit.

Luke arches his eyebrows. "Oh."

Nodding, I look back up at the lush green of the pines.

"Well-"

Luke let's go of my hand, but then wraps his strong arms around me.

I absorb his warmth and hold onto his chest.

"I'll be here if things head south, okay?"

He removes my hat and strokes my hair. I blush slightly. It probably feels like a rats nest, considering I've had the lack of proper hygienic necessities for quite a whole.

I look up at him. His large, brown eyes meet mine and he smirks. It almost makes me melt.

Leaning in slowly, the smirk on his face seems to disappear.

After what seems like forever, our lips finally lock.

I forget about everything.

His lips massage mine as I begin running my fingers through his hair.

He pulls my body against him, holding me tightly. I start standing on my toes, trying to push myself up into him farther, considering he's about 6 inches taller than me.

We both pull back from each other to grab a bit of air, then collide once again.

Suddenly, I hear the glass doors creak open.

It was Nick.

"What the fuck?" he says.

Luke pulls back and tries to shoo him away.

Nick stomps over and grabs Luke by the shoulder. I stare at him as he jerks Luke back.

His eyes bolt in my direction. If looks could kill, I would be in the depths of hell right now.

"Is this some kind of joke?!" he yells.

"Nick, shut the fuck up! Do you want to attract walkers?!" Luke shoves him.

Nick glares at me. "You're with HIM?"

I slowly nod, backing up into the railing of the balcony. It squeaks.

"What the hell do you mean?" Luke asks, folding his arms across his chest.

"It doesn't matter. I was drunk and stupid." Nick sighs.

His eyes lose the fiery blaze they held and then he turns around.

I almost reach out to him, but then I remember I don't have feelings for him.

I like Luke.

Before he walks back inside, Nick shakes his head.

The air suddenly becomes colder after Nick goes back into the lodge.

"What was that about?" Luke asks.

I sigh and bury my head in my hands.

"Clem, you can tell me."

I look back up at Luke, trying not to cry.

"Did that fucker touch you?!" he asks furiously.

"No.. Well, yes.. But he stopped." I answer honestly.

Luke's eyes widen.

"Don't do anything stupid, Luke. Nothing happened."

Luke clenches his fists and growls.

"Don't let him touch you again, okay?" Luke demands.

"If he tries to pull some shit, you come to me."

He looks at me one last time and then goes inside.

I stand outside on the shaky balcony in silence. Alone.