Hello! This is my first story I've ever written and I've noticed that these Clementine X Male Reader stories are getting kinda popular so I thought I'd give it a shot. I hope you enjoy!
Just to clarify; I do not own shit! This story is based off of...
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It's been one month since the Delta. You're now eighteen.
You, Louis, and Aasim are standing from afar. You can see the caravan group from a distance. There're horses and a big carriage.
Louis: Is that them?
You: ...Yeah, that's them.
Aasim: They won't shoot us, will they?
You: Let's hope not.
You all start walking over to the caravan group. They're stopped at the moment. Probably packing up to keep moving.
One of the guards spot you and raises their rifle at you.
Guard: Don't move!
You, Louis, and Aasim stop walking and you put your hands up.
Guard: Drop your weapons!
You drop your revolver, Louis drops Chairles, and Aasim drops his bow.
Guard: Approach slowly!
The three of you start slowly walking over to the caravan group.
You make it to the caravan group.
Guard: Who the hell are you?
You see someone familiar walk up next to the guard. It's Andrew.
You: Andrew, is that you?
Andrew: Woah, woah, woah! Everyone puts your guns down, I know this guy.
Guard: Which one?
Andrew: The one without an eye.
The guards look at each other.
Andrew: Just trust me.
The lower their guns. The three of you put your hands down.
Andrew walks up to you.
Andrew: Y/N, right?
You: Yeah. Andrew, right?
Andrew: That's me.
You shake hands.
Andrew: You come to join the caravan group?
Aasim: We were actually wondering if you'd be willing to join us.
Andrew raises his eyebrow.
Andrew: Join you? That's what we were planning.
Aasim: What do you mean "planning"? Like, you're gonna hunt us down, or something?
Andrew: W--what?! No! I told our leader about you.
