I had a treehouse once...

❝ the trees are so much taller, and i feel so much smaller. the moon is twice as lonely, and the stars are half as bright. ❞ ____ [ indie clementine from the walking dead game. selective. nsfw. written by lizzie. ]

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                                                         But me losing you                                                 Was not a part of this plan

[ihadatreehouseonce]

my feet have walked these roads like a rolling stone...

                              independent rp account for clementine                                from telltale's the walking dead series

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...my heart won't stop till I find what I'm looking for.

[ihadatreehouseonce]

Imagine Dragons Starter Prompts!

"You just gotta hold your head up."

"I'm never changing who I am."

"Don't you understand?"

"I've been waiting to smile."

"I wanna shelter you."

"Don't wanna let you down..."

"Look into my eyes."

"Don't get too close."

"I know it’s hard when you’re falling down."

"I was never one for pretenders."

"If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me?"

"Do I have to run and hide?"

"I needed outburst."

"I gotta leave this town and run to you!"

"No need to hurry!"

"Your eyes look tired!"

"This is not enough."

"I love to be the underdog"

"Who am I to blame?"

"So this is what you meant?"

"Don't hold back!"

"I'm sorry, I let you down."

"Well, these days I'm fine..."

"Congratulations you are all alone."

"The sun won't shine on the both of us."

"Lift me up!"

"I'm bleeding out for you."

"This is it; the apocalypse."

[cnedge]

⊰(?) Rebecca will remember that.⊱

                                        ❝Well, at least help me finish them, I’d feel bad if I had all them to myself.❞

      She was pregnant and eating for two but she would always feel bad after having a second helping because of the concerned group. They were running low on food on many occasions and she always felt partially to blame.

                                        ❝Unless you wanna save these goodies for later?❞

[ihadatreehouseonce]

Clementine debated. She knew conserving supplies was just about the most important rule of survival, but there were some circumstances that called for a little indulgence — if only to keep the brain from going crazy with deprivation. Wasn't that what the magazines used to say, when she practiced reading the titles in the checkout line at the supermarket?

"No, we should finish them," she decided, looking up at Rebecca. "If we ration everything all the time, pretty soon everybody'll have cravings for weird stuff."

She smiled again, her expression a little more relaxed. "Besides, the baby needs it."

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[of-many-words]

…but it never stopped playing in my head

 I {s t i l l} talk to myself

               like סץυ were here

[angerdad-archived-deactivated20]

"Mhhh…" He nodded as she answered him. His eyelids drooped slightly, thinking. She would probably find out how he was feeling even if he hid it. Stretching out his arms to wake himself up slightly, he felt small tears come to his eyes as he did so. Tears that came from how sleepy he was. He frowned, blinking his eyes to clear them. He didn’t want her to think he was actually crying.

“‘m.. exhausted. An’ ‘m… wonderin’ if y’ stayin’ with me was really tha’ good fer y’…” Lowering his head, he rubbed at the back of his neck, expecting her to disagree with him. He wanted her to stay safe, and he’d come to realize he wasn’t the person he used to be. Whether he intended to or not, he’d put her in danger multiple times.

[ihadatreehouseonce]

"C'mon — don't talk like that."

Clementine looked up at him, her expression slightly pinched with worry. Sure, he wasn't the same as he'd been when she first met him. But she wasn't the same girl, either. Anyone still living — they'd been changed, too. Had to, to stay alive.

But that didn't mean you left them behind.

"I get a say in what's good for me now. And I'm staying with you," she insisted.

"... Lee would have, too."

[leadergoneastray]

     Hope lingered in a child with a soft, demure voice, but charismatic enough to handle a group of angry, squabbling adults. She had the making of a leader, a prophet to pave the way.

    ❝Some crayons and books would do you good. A coloring book, if we’re lucky.❞

    Lilly’s grip was cautious, albeit certain. Clementine’s hand felt so small, fragile bone wrapped up in leaf-like skin. Thin fingers remained secure, though her arm gave a little swing — reminiscent of the salty seas.

     The gesture, on Lilly’s part, was meant to be playful, akin to a mother rocking her infant’s cradle. Reassuring. A reminder that she wouldn’t leave, a reminder that she was real and tangible.

     ❝We have a few hours before night fall.❞

      One foot in front of the other — her broken soldier’s march.

[ihadatreehouseonce]

She couldn't resist.

"Coloring books are for babies."

Feigning a scowl and a pout, Clem ducked her head to the side for a moment before letting her expression break into a smile, teasing and at ease when she looked back up at Lilly.

"Just kidding."

It had been such a long time since anything felt safe enough to laugh about, to make light of. There was still a heavy weight that burdened her shoulders, her heart, and her conscience — the ghosts that haunted her — but those who'd protected and loved her would want to see her happy again.

She was alive because of them. She could be happy for them, too.

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"That’s alright, Clementine. I wouldn’t want to take your coat from you." Elizabeth truly appreciated the gesture. The girl was sweet as cotton candy, of that she was sure. Her boots thudded against the hard ground as they continued their trudging trek. "I hate to pry, but why were you out here by yourself?" she asked, concerned. Having been abandoned by a group or two herself, Elizabeth could imagine some people might not think having a child so young tagging along.

[ihadatreehouseonce]

"I could ask you the same thing," Clementine quipped, gently, her expression lightly teasing as she looked up at the taller girl. She smiled, briefly, before letting it fade again, her short gait comfortable next to Elizabeth's in her heavier skirt. "The groups I was with before... they sort of fell apart. It's just me, now."

[someangryloner-deactivated20150]

Jane’s frowned deepened to see the sleeve pulled back. It was certainly nothing she hadn’t seen before, nothing worth cringing over, but the idea of Clementine getting hurt made her stomach churn. It would be just her luck to finally have the girl to herself, only for her to start wasting away from an infected wound.

"Ah, shit." Jane held her gently by the wrist, clicking her tongue. The gash, jagged and bloated, was a mottled greenish-black. Bruising was certainly to be expected, but the slick pus glistening at the seams was another story. The fishing wire that sutured the bite together (who’s idea had that been?) was coming a little loose—it had to be replaced or go completely. Either way, what she had now wouldn’t do.

Pinching her lips together, Jane gave the untainted side of Clementine’s arm a soft rub.

"It… Well, the good news is that it could be worse.”

"But it could definitely look better, too. We should play it safe and get this cleaned up. We’ve got enough shit to deal with as it is. Can’t afford to let this get any worse. Ain’t like we got antibiotics lying around for you to pop along the way.”

[ihadatreehouseonce]

It sounded like more bad news. Clementine braved the nausea and feverish rush of anxiety and glanced down at her arm where Jane held her wrist, her nose wrinkling in reflex, a slight tug lifting the corner of her upper lip.

"Euugh... that looks really gross," she said quietly, the muted tone betraying the nervousness behind her otherwise blase comment.

"I — I cleaned it up with peroxide before... I guess it wasn't enough." Frustration bubbled, then boiled over, hot in her chest. "But there wasn't anything else to use!"

It almost felt good, to let it out. Even if there wasn't anything specific to get mad at — the new way of the world, its unrelenting harshness, that was enough to make anyone want to scream.

No wonder people were so quick to get angry these days.

[cnedge]

⊰(?) Rebecca will remember that.⊱

      Rebecca’s eyes flashed in rapport at the girl for a few moments before her gaze sunk back down to the pickled vegetable in her hand, releasing a quiet sigh before taking another bite, this time seeming to chew more slowly.

      They all had things they missed fro their world previously, when all was so much more brighter and full of smiles and l a u g h t e r. How she missed getting up for work in the morning, hell. She even missed dealing with them stroppy customers, she’d rather deal with them everyday than walking corpses that just ate whatever had a pulse.

       She eased the jar closer to Clementine.

                                              ❝You have the rest hon.❞

[ihadatreehouseonce]

"Oh — no, I don't wanna do that," she stammered, hesitantly, her hand raised in protest at the offer. "I mean — I got those for you."

They had come a long way since their first meeting, from outright hostility to sharing a jar of pickles. Clementine couldn't have said what changed, exactly. She rarely could — things were just one way, then another, over and over. All she could do was keep adapting.

After all this time, it seemed like only Lee remained constant —and then, only in her memories.

Clem blinked and rubbed her sleeve across her eyes, briefly, shaking her head.

[bstrswrd]

                               ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ.

                      ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.

[leadergoneastray]

     Promises often fell short. Lilly knew from experience. It was a part of growing up — a promise to stop cheating from her ex, a promise to stop drinking from her dad, a promise to talk to her father. Some were broken, some were made. Disappointment always followed.

     Through her nose, she took in the frigid, winter air. It chilled her lungs, as though she could feel the beginnings of frost bite. She shivered in response, hands coasting along her arms.

     ❝From the beginning.❞

     She nodded. Words were thick on the tip of her tongue, rolling out with a chalky after taste. What did that even mean — beginning? A chance to rewind, to go back in time, to remold this friendship, or was she desperately seeking for something she could never attain?

    ❝We should probably get going.❞

     Lilly offered her hand to Clementine.

     Just another shepherd for the lamb.

[ihadatreehouseonce]

There had to be hope.

More than anything, there still had to be hope. All the struggles for survival, the tremulous navigation of human folly and conflict, they had to be worth something. Clementine had to believe in that — that there was still some good in people.

And it was worth clinging to.

"Okay."

Her small hand reached up after a moment, finding the strength of Lilly's outstretched hand to grasp. Warm, steady, slightly calloused but gentle. It was a good feeling. A safe one.

She lifted her head, scanning Lilly's face, then nodding, gentle and quiet.

"I'm with you."

[someangryloner-deactivated20150]

There was something off in her tone, something a little too flat and distant. Given who she had just mentioned, it wasn’t hard for Jane to guess what might be the reason behind it.

They were all orphans, really—Jane knew well enough that her parents were good and dead. And she could see it in Clementine’s eyes that the girl knew her own parents’ fate as well. But there was a difference between her own loss, brought at the brink of adulthood, and Clementine’s. It bordered on literary tragedy.

"A dog?" Jane’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. she couldn’t even recall the last time she’d seen a real, live dog. The fact it attacked Clem didn’t surprise her; she couldn’t imagine housepets gone feral to be too friendly. And though it was long gone, an immediate sense of protectiveness set in. The animal may be dead, but what of the wound it gave her? How well was it really healing?

“Jesus. Can I take a look at it?” She sipped her hand off of Clementine’s shoulder and offered it out, palm up, to take her forearm.

"What happened? You had to fix it up yourself?" She couldn’t imagine a child, even one as clever as Clem, could do much good tending to an injury like that.

[ihadatreehouseonce]

"Huh? I... I guess, if you want to. I've been sort of afraid to look..."

She trailed off, her nose wrinkling slightly as she let go of her arm, fingers moving cautiously to pull the sleeves of her jacket and the striped shirt beneath up and away from the healing bite and the ragged, uneven stitches there.

Clementine had done her best, but Luke had been right — her unpracticed medical job certainly was going to leave one hell of a scar. Still, the wound was clean, and there was something to be said for that, wasn't there?

Forearm uncovered, she held it out for Jane to see, a slightly pained look on her face. She knew the stitches would have to come out, eventually, but in all the confusion, and with the ever pressing need to move on, there just hadn't been time to deem them ready.

"It... it kinda catches and tugs my skin, sometimes," she admitted, uncertainly, glancing up to judge the older woman's reaction.

[angerdad-archived-deactivated20]

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The man’s expression lit up when he saw her, despite how worn out he felt. The past weeks had been rough. He blinked tiredly, trying to wake himself up a bit. He stifled a small yawn when it tried to come out, before speaking in a low voice. “How y’ doin’, darlin’?”

[ihadatreehouseonce]

Clementine knew he was hurting — everyone was hurting, weren't they? But she'd seen the ghosts that haunted Kenny's past, and better than anyone, maybe, she knew the history that guided his actions and words — the behavior so many were quick to write off.

For him, she found a small, delicate smile, quiet and tired, but insistently optimistic, nevertheless.

"I'm okay. ... a little cold, I guess. But it's okay. How... how're you?"

[someangryloner-deactivated20150]

Jane gave a soft, humorless snort.

"Sounds like he was a smart guy." Though she didn’t actually know where Clementine’s parents were, using the past tense just came naturally these days. It was a safe bet that if someone wasn’t around, they probably weren’t alive. "I think it means… maybe something that’s old to one person can be new to another." She racked her brain for an example. "Like… a hand-me-down."

Noticing the girl wince in discomfort, clutching her arm, a sour concern quickly spread through Jane’s stomach. It couldn’t be a bite—not with the color still flush in Clem’s cheeks—but her mind was already jumping to the worst conclusions. Someone hadn’t hurt her, had they? Acting on instinct before even thinking, Jane reached out to touch Clementine’s shoulder.

"Are you okay, Clem?"

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

[ihadatreehouseonce]

"Oh... then I guess that makes sense."

If that were the case, it sounded like everything really was new again — there was no one around to make anything that hadn't belonged to anybody else before. The puffy blue jacket, the Brooklyn hoodie she'd grown out of faster than she wanted to —

— remembering Lee, gently but firmly tugging it over her head, despite her misgivings —

— her father's hat, still sitting safely on her head... they were all hand-me-downs. New again.

Clem looked up, from Jane's warm hand on her shoulder to the woman's face, sharp features softened with worry and kindness, despite her standoffish front.

"Huh? I - I'm fine." She glanced down at her arm, flexing her fingers slightly. "I got... bit by a dog, a while ago. I guess it's just healing funny."