i do it for you (clementine x female reader)

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"(Y/N)!"

You whipped your head around to find the source of the voice calling your name, but was met by an empty ongoing field of wild grass. The wind swept gently through each blade, making sure it touched each one. The breeze brushed by your cheek and intertwined with your hair.

"Hello?" You called out into the air.

You turned back around to see a smaller figure in the distance. A girl. With a hat maybe?

You took a few steps forward towards the girl and waved at her. She turned around and began to walk away which made you notice an even smaller figure with her. A little boy.

"(Y/N)!"

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"(Y/N), wake up!" Someone was shaking your ankles.

You shot up in your bed and drew your arm back to swing, but only found Louis with a playful smirk on his face.

"Oh my goood, you're such an ass Lou." You groaned, flopping back onto the mattress.

"I prefer the term... handsome intellectual, if you may." He shot back.

"I may not." You pushed your covers off and got up from the bed.

"Rude," He pouted, "but what I was going to say, is that you're late for breakfast."

You waved him off and he left, so you began to get ready for the day. You've always been the early bird of the school and the one to rally everyone up, but lately your dreams have been pulling you into deep sleep for longer than you like. You kept seeing this girl and a little boy every night. You had no idea who they were and they never came up and spoke to you.

Walking out of the door and outside to where everyone was halfway through breakfast, you knew someone would make a comment.

"Whats been up with you lately-"

Wow, that was pretty on cue.

"Shut the fuck up Violet." You silenced the blonde.

"Bitch." She mumbled under her breath.

"Ladies ladies." Louis shushed, rolling his eyes. "We don't need a cat fight this early."

"Hey there you are." A male voice came from behind you.

"Ah, hey skunk boy." You turned to face him, confirming it was Marlon.

He frowned, hating the nickname. "Ready to go?"

"But I haven't even-" You whined and glanced back at the table where your full bowl sat, "Fuck it." You grabbed the bowl and chugged your breakfast and slammed it back down.

"Ready."

Marlon rolled his eyes and walked off toward the gate, "Meet us in 5."

"Aye aye." You saluted and stalked off to your room to gather your things. 

Back pack, check.

Med kit, check.

Slingshot, check.

Hatchet, check.

Water, check.

You scanned you eyes over your room to make sure you had everything, and cursed yourself for forgetting your moms necklace on your desk. You grabbed it and hooked it around your neck as you made your way to the gate where Marlon, Violet, Louis, Mitch, and Brody were waiting. 

"Alright," He looked up to the guard post, "We clear Willy?"

The young boy gave a thumbs up, and soon we were beyond our safe, sturdy walls and into the deathly reality. It wasn't long before an eerie feeling crept up your spine and settled down into your stomach. You kept your eyes peeled, but it wasn't anything close to you that was giving you this feeling. 

"You good?" Louis looked down at you with concern in his eyes. 

"Somethings wrong. Someones in trouble." You replied, becoming more and more anxious as the seconds passed.

"Can you not do this." Mitch complained.

You shot him a glare and continued walking.

"I can't help it. I just get these feelings sometimes. They eat at me." You admitted.

Louis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Y'know I love you, but I reeeally hate when you say that. Every single time you do something bad hap-"

BOOM

It echoed through the trees, through your ears, through your soul. The noise ceased the anxiety sitting in your stomach and you sprinted off in the direction the sound came from.

"(Y/N) what're you doing?!" Marlon yelled, but eventually groaned and followed you. 

The rest followed and were shocked at the sight they ran up on. A car flipped on its top, smoke rolling into the blue sky, and walkers swarming the area. 

Being the first one at the scene, you grabbed your hatchet and started taking out every walking corpse in your way of the car door. Laying there was a little boy with an afro on top of his head. You fought harder and squatted down to check over the boy, putting your two fingers where the top of his neck and the underneath of his jaw met. 

Strong pulse, still alive.

Behind you, arrows shot through the air and took down the walkers on your tail.

"Marlon!" You called out.

"N-no, please!" A softer female voice cried out, reaching her arm out towards the little boy.

In seconds he was by your side. "Take the boy and run, I gotta get the girl out of the drivers side."

He nodded and instantly began to run. You turned back around and carefully crawled into the vehicle, making sure to avoid the broken glass. You knew the other kids had your back when it came to walkers, so that wasn't your main concern.

"Hey hey." You soothed to the half conscious, crying girl. "You're gonna be okay."

"Please don't take him." She whimpered.

You curled your arm around her shoulders and unbuckled her seatbelt, quickly moving your other arm to catch her. At this point she was completely unconscious and you knew it was gonna be difficult to maneuver her out of the car without scraping glass up her back.

"Fuck." You muttered and twisted yourself around. You were gonna have to kick this door open. Kick after kick, you were getting really discouraged. There was no way you were getting this door open.

Suddenly Violet ran up to the door and grabbed onto the handle. "Kick!"

You put all your strength into your final kick as Violet pulled from the outside, jarring the door halfway. You nod in her direction as a thank you, and she nods back. You two definitely had your differences, but knew how to be mature in serious situations.

Slowly but surely, you weaseled the girl out of the car and into your arms. 

"C'mon lets go!" Brody yelled, causing her and the three remaining kids to fall back. You were close behind them with this random ass girl in your arms. You tried to assess her wounds without tripping as you ran, and you concluded that your main goal now was her head laceration. 

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