Lee and Omid join you and Christa on the couches as Christa finishes bandaging your hand.
Christa: All done.
You: Thanks.
She walks over to Omid who is sitting across from you and Lee sits with you.
Christa: I can't believe you didn't tell us you were bitten.
Lee: I didn't want to scare anyone.
Christa: Because you were scared yourself.
Lee: I'd been bitten by a walker.
Christa: You thought we'd turn on you.
Lee: Sure.
Christa: You were scared. I don't blame you.
Omid: I would be scared shitless.
You: Same here.
Christa: It's so weird, I keep doing a double-take on your arm, expecting it to be there.
Lee: I'm hoping whatever's in their bite is gone too.
Christa: What do you think the odds are of that?
Lee: I don't know. I know everyone's wondering. Even if it just slows down the process, I'd be happy.
Christa: You don't mean that.
Omid: So when we get this guy...what do you think?
You: We get Clementine back, that's all that matters.
Omid: Sure, but if it's not that easy...
Lee: We'll do whatever it takes.
Omid: And...you know...whatever happens to you...uh...
You feel yourself about to breakdown and sadness is all over your face. Christa takes note of it.
Christa: Seriously, can we not talk like that?
Lee: I was bitten, Christa.
Christa: Y/N cut it off.
You: They're right.
Christa: What?
You: We can't keep quiet about it.
Christa: What good is it for you guys to give up?
You: We haven't given up. It's just that....
You take a deep breath before continuing.
You: We have to have a back up plan, just in case cutting Lee's arm didn't work.
Lee: Y/N's right. I want you all to stay together.
Christa: Don't do this.
Lee: She'd be happy with all of you. You're like a family after all.
Christa: We're not do...
You: Christa, please.
You interrupt her in a sad tone.
Omid: Christa. Listen to him.
Lee: It's what I want. Okay?
Kenny approaches the group.
Kenny: Alright, I'm outta gas. You look good and rested.
Omid: Sure, if you don't count an infected leg.
Christa: You want me to do it?
Omid: Nah, hon, you can hop in after me.
Omid takes over smashing the wall with the coat rack, and Kenny takes his seat on the couch.
Kenny: Shouldn't be long now. It's good we're forced to take a breath. That, uhh...feelin' any better?
Lee: I can handle it; the pain, that is. I'm just really goddamn tired.
Kenny: Y/N how did you even come up with this idea anyway.
You: I...I don't know, It just made sense to me at the time.
Lee: Well, we might not be sure if it worked but like I said the pain is manageable.
Kenny: Heard you guys giving Lee and Y/N some hell about hiding his bite.
Christa: Yeah, of course.
Kenny: I'd have done the same thing.
Kenny puts his head in his hand.
You: You okay Kenny?
Kenny: I'm...I don't know how to answer that kiddo.
Christa: I'm sorry. You've lost more than anyone. Well, as much as anyone.
Kenny: Lee's family's gone and Y/N hasn't seen his for years.
Lee: He's fine, okay?
Christa: Chill. I know you want to get out of here. Omid's making good progress.
Kenny: I am fine. I miss my family. That's all. 'Preciate you askin' though.
Kenny: Well, he can't fight for shit.
Christa: Well, look at him.
Lee: Hey!
Kenny: Soft as rotten fruit.
Christa: Like you guys didn't have enough problems without punching each other in the face?
Kenny: Eh, he had to knock some sense into me before we met you on the train.
You: You guys fought?
Lee: Yeah. I'm sorry for hurting you in any way, Kenny. It's impossible to go through life without causing some sorta pain, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if I coulda caused a little less.
Kenny nods respectfully in response and takes a sip of whiskey before offering Lee some. He too drinks then Christa.
Kenny: Thought you would complain about us drinking with Y/N around.
He points out while looking in Christa's direction.
Christa: Uhh...
You: Don't worry about it, I know what to do and what not to do, well for kids anyway.
Kenny: Think he's calling you old.
You and Lee try as much as possible to hide your laughter as Christa stares you both down menacingly.
Christa: How far hon?
A few seconds pass before a response.
Omid: I'm through.
Omid sets down the coat rack and you look through the medium-sized hole in the wall.
You: No walkers. Things are looking up.
Everyone goes through the wall and drops down into the adjacent mansion.
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The Walking Dead - Clementine x Male reader
FanfictionYou are a boy whose father deserted you and your mother when you were only 5 years old. Your mother had to work late hours and decided it would be best to leave you with her sister or so she thought. She abused you Physically, Mentally and Emotional...
