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[Indie blog for Travis from Telltale's The Walking Dead Game, season 1.] [As of Dec 6th, 2017, currently being rebuilt!] [Here since Sept. 2nd, 2014. Formerly specialforceskid.]

if your muse has trust & abandonment issues clap your hands

[skxrk]

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headcanons meme; 

i.  Travis and Aiden sometimes huddle up for warmth when they’re sleepy, which usually works out pretty well until Aiden accidentally claws him in the stomach or Travis whacks Aiden in the face while turning around. 

ii.  Travis worries about whether Aiden thinks Travis just looks at him like an interesting specimen, because he absolutely considers Aiden to be human, but sometimes he oversteps his boundaries and doesn’t realise until Aiden calls him out on it, and then he kind of feels like an ass. (Travis also worries about whether he does sometimes look at Aiden as an interesting specimen, and the thought scares him.) 

iii.  Travis generally avoids asking or answering questions about romance and attraction, partly because he feels like it’d be really awkward to come out to Aiden. Not because he thinks Aiden is going to judge him, but because he’s managed to tell himself not to fall for him, and it’s easier to do while the subject hasn’t been brought to the table. 

iv.  When they stay in one place for long enough to scrounge up changes of clothes, Aiden sometimes borrows Travis’ sweaters and hoodies after him just because they’re nice and warm from the residual body heat. Travis hasn’t said anything, but he’s noticed. 

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👊 meme me up, scotty

 ¤  “Ow!” 

  The pain spread through his jaw and the rest of his skull like a shockwave, and the sheer force of the punch sent him reeling backwards, nearly stumbling over too-long pant legs snagging on the heel of his shoes. A faint ringing in his ears didn’t help much - it took a second to orient himself again, and he could taste metallic, warm blood. He spit on the ground next to himself, sneering at Ben, wondering if Ben could feel the imprint of bone and skin against his knuckles as much as Travis could still feel the fist. 

  “What the fuck is your problem, man?” 

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[skxrk]

[  @thatsurvivorthing  ]

 ¤  The bandages around Travis’ torso were finally off. A few weeks of recovery and taking it as easy as he could had helped tremendously, but the fact remained that for those few weeks, he’d been practically useless to the group. He’d hoped that maybe they’d let him go out hunting, with Lee and Kenny and Mark, but he’d been shut down almost immediately. “You got yourself shot by grabbing a fuckin’ loaded gun,” Kenny had argued. “Ain’t no way you get to come out with us yet. Maybe when we know you can handle it.” 

  It was infuriating at first, but blowing up would only prove Kenny right. So he’d taken what jobs they’d give him, in an effort to prove himself to the others. Today, in what appeared to be a lack of actual jobs for him but still an effort to let Travis feel useful, Lilly had told him to go see if Doug needed help with anything. Hands in his pockets, Travis took a deep breath, and walked over to sit by the other man. 

  “What’re you working on?” he asked, trying not to sound too restless. Right now, mostly anything to do would be good enough. 

[skxrk]

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[[ starter call!! 

i want to get back into semi-regular activity here, at the very least, so i’m putting out a general starter call. like this post, and i’ll send out a decent starter post sometime today! if you have any specific wishes, i.e. verses or something, you can throw in a reply or an ask with your preference! ]]

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[lethargic-hunter]

“Well, you’re right about that one.. but part of me does wish there was more I could learn about my situation. Like.. perhaps whatever part of me is stopping the infection from taking complete control over me. Maybe, if someone was around to figure that out.. something could have been done to prevent people going completely insane.”

Maybe an overall ‘cure’ was a bit too romanticized, but Aiden wanted to know. What was the immunity his body suddenly built up on it’s own, to stop the spread to his brain, but only allow the physical mutations?

At Travis’s next statement, the infected paused for only a moment, before he realized what he was asking. “Oh, you mean when I became infected.. It actually happened when I was at school. At first, most people thought it was just some strange Flu going around, so they didn’t really cancel any of our classes.. but one of the other students was sick that day, and when I was taking a trip through the hallway, he jumped out and attacked me.”

As he spoke, Aiden reached with his free hand, to pull down the section of his hoodie’s collar that was around his left shoulder. Beneath the red cloth was a section of missing skin; a large bite mark torn into the flesh of his shoulder, healed over in uneven patches. “He bit me right on my shoulder, almost into my neck.. I thought he was going to kill me. I pushed him off, and ran like hell.. and I guess that was just part of what happened, because it was discovered that the Green Flu was also airborne..”

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 ¤  Travis listened, for the most part. Much as he enjoyed talking when he had something to talk about, he usually knew when to shut up, and especially when to listen. 

  A cure would’ve been incredible, of course. Whatever had happened to Aiden, perhaps it could be analyzed. Made into a vaccine or something. Maybe Aiden was the Patient Zero that the leading surviving scientists just hadn’t found yet. Out here, there wasn’t really a way to tell without going to entirely reckless lengths, and he wasn’t about to tell Aiden to bite him in all seriousness. 

  “It sounds like your area got some mutated version of what everyone else got,” Travis finally murmured. Ben, Travis, and the rest of his class had worked out early that they were all infected from the start; while Aiden was somewhat different, both in physical symptoms and in the fact that he appeared to be perfectly conscious and in control of himself, it sounded like they’d actually been affected in turns. 

  If only they happened to walk straight into some research center of sorts, maybe Travis could’ve at least been able to nail down what it was. He squeezed Aiden’s hand a little tighter, eyes locked onto the bite mark. 

  “Hey,” Travis blurted out. “Aiden. If we find somewhere with proper materials, would you let me have a look? I don’t have a degree or anything, but... the worst that could happen is that I don’t figure anything out. Best case, maybe I do.” His eyes flickered up to meet Aiden’s intense red. “I won’t do anything you’re not okay with, it’s just... If we ever get the chance.” 

[skxrk]

If you could have one thing you've lost back, what would it be?

 ¤  “My family. Is that even a question?” Travis grit his teeth. “Family. School. Homework. Having to dodge getting punched in the face instead of possibly having my face eaten. But if I had to pick, I’d always pick my family.” 

[skxrk]

Do you have any interesting hobbies or skills?

 ¤  “Eh.” Travis shrugged. “I used to play soccer. Used to go to the shooting range. Used to kick ass in video games. Used to play the drums.” A small, almost playful smile crept onto his face. 

  “Now I just beat people in card games and party games, when we’re enough people in a group.” 

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            “I’m… So sorry about you teacher.             Um, my name is Clementine.”

They were certainly older than her, but not too old. They weren’t adults and for that Clementine felt that it was easier to approach him and tell him how sorry she was that all of that went down the way it did.

[skxrk]

 ¤  “Clementine, huh.” Travis could still smell the blood, hear the pleas, the screams. He winced a little - from the memories, but also the sharp pain in his side from the loaded gun he’d grabbed onto in desperation. At least  it was bandaged now; a small comfort. 

  Still, it had been months since he’d seen a girl around his sister’s age. Instinct took over, and he managed a small smile. He could think later. 

  “I’m Travis. I guess you already met Ben while I was out cold. The lanky guy?” He leant closer, as close as he could muster without ripping up the wound. “Just between you and me, I’m the cool one.” 

[lethargic-hunter]

“Yeah.. don’t mention it.”

Aiden tried his best to stand still, allowing Travis to bend his fingers if he wanted, or to push the baggy sleeve of his hooded jacket down his arm slightly. There was a slight pause, before Aiden cleared his throat, and tried to chime in with some things he knew from his own situation.

“..If you haven’t already noticed, the bone structure of a hunter is mutated specifically to make the body lighter, and not as dense. That way, we can just sort of.. fling ourselves into the air, using the built up muscle mass in our legs.. and that muscle also helps to protect my legs if I land on them from falling or leaping down from higher up. I have a high pain tolerance..”

[skxrk]

 ¤  “Do you know how? I mean, are they hollow, more brittle? I don’t blame you if you don’t have a clue, though. Not like anyone’s got a lab to stuff you in, anyway.” Travis snorted. “Hell, I probably wouldn’t let them either way, even if I’m curious.” 

  He turned Aiden’s hand around in his own, palm up, tracing the inside with a dirty thumb. “Man, I wonder what it’s like to be as springy as you.” His fingertips trailed up along the claws, careful, gentle; speaking mostly to himself now. “Mm... Guess they probably aren’t that brittle, if gravity hasn’t fucked you up yet with all that leaping around.” His eyes glossed over, flexing his own fingers, comparing the size of his somewhat large hands to Aiden’s. Then, he glanced up, taking a deep breath. 

  “I don’t think I ever asked you what happened. Not officially, I mean.” 

[skxrk]

Besides walkers and death, what are you most afraid of?

 ¤  “Being alone, I guess. Even though I’m more used to it now, it scares the piss out of me to imagine I’ll wake up, keep walking, and never see anyone again. Even...” Travis took a deep breath, as though arguing with himself. “Even the bandits are better than no one.” 

[lethargic-hunter]

@skxrk Continued from (x) (These nerds)

“Cool? Me? You’re fucking crazy,” Aiden blinked quickly, his expression turning baffled as he turned his head back to look at Travis.

“..I mean, I’m fine if you just want to look and poke a bit, but how about asking next time?” It wouldn’t hurt, right? If Travis was really that interested.

“I’d rather know ahead of time that you plan to grab me, so I know to watch the claws..” Aiden mumbled, red eyes softening as he watched the other idly holding his hand, as though he were examining something strange he picked up somewhere. “Examine away, I guess.”

[skxrk]

 ¤  Letting out a small laugh alongside a quiet breath of anticipation, Travis’ eyes flickered back to Aiden’s face, and to his hand. “Yeah, sure,” he murred. “Sorry. I guess normal manners are easy to forget out in this wilderness. Won’t happen again.” 

  Still, he wasn’t about to waste an opportunity to have a closer look at Aiden’s more curious details, when it was offered to him. He lifted Aiden’s hand closer to see it in the light, what little light was coming from the cloudy sky above. 

  “Thanks for letting me,” he breathes. 

[skxrk]

✋ but like no homo u kno...

 ¤  “Oh. Uh.” Travis stopped walking, suddenly very conscious of how little distance was between the two of them. He glanced down at his hand, and the long fingers around it, and attempted to form a somewhat more eloquent continuation. 

  “Do you, uh. Need something?” Good enough. Probably.