If duck lived to season 4 of the walking dead game what do you think he’d be like?
omg okay I’m gonna make this a more of an analysis (and then if we want hcs I can more than oblige)
So, assuming that Duck lives, I’m gonna go on a whim and say that Katjaa does too (at the very least, she doesn’t die at the same time as him in season 1). If Duck lives then, then I think it’s a fair assumption to say that Katjaa does too.
I think, whether a choice or not, Duck would mature very quickly. My hunch would be that a specific event would probably snap some adulthood into him, similar to how Clem became hardened as the game progresses.
I’d imagine that Katjaa would be a little too soft for the world and would eventually pass away before Kenny or Duck, and maybe that would be the event that hardens him. Either that, or something similar to the Ranch, or even the ranch itself.
I think Duck would become like Mitch: quiet and stoic, but also soft and open with people he trusts. I’d like to think that he and Clementine have a sibling-esque bond and tease each other, especially when it comes to how they want to parent/raise AJ.
I think he would get good at sketching or wood whittling over time, itching for something to do with his hands if they run out of paper or coloring supplies. I also think he would be the one wanting to teach AJ how to shoot a bow-and-arrow and fish, but I also think Duck would be a little easier-going than Clem; slightly less hardened by the world. I think he would still have an inner-child that he lets show more than Clem does.
ANYWAYS maybe I’m totally out on left field right now haha
Your work is literally so good omggg. Can we get the cabin group reacting to finding a puppy? Like how they'd take care of it afterwords and such??
Have an amazing night <3
OMG I love this 🐶
Luke: The moment Luke heard a dog bark, he tensed. He was worried it was a guard dog or worse; a hunting dog. Dogs were massive assets in their world, and he was petrified he would soon be bait. But, as a dog scurried out from the brush, Luke could immediately tell it wasn’t dangerous. It was running in circles, seemingly chasing a butterfly. He smiled. “Hi boy!” The dog stopped its chase, finally spotting the human. Without a second thought he sprinted. At first, Luke was worried, but as the dog approached, tail wagging and tongue out, he knew he was safe. Immediately, Luke started playing with him, having more fun that evening than he had in weeks. They needed to take him in. Rebecca would be unhappy, but she’d have to deal.
Nick: Nick was sitting outside, relaxing with Luke when a sound caught their attention. Nick reached for his gun, but relaxed when he saw a four legged creature trot out from the bushes. Luke and Nick snapped to look at each other at the same time. “A dog?” They both gawked. Immediately, they dropped everything and ran for it, razzing and rolling around in the grass with them. “What the hell?” Rebecca scoffed, sticking her head o9ut of the front door, watching them. “Get away from that thing!” She scolded. Luke and Nick acted like they couldn't hear her, with Nick gleefully scratching the dog behind the ears. “Oh you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” He cooed, loving the creature like family already.
Pete: “What are we all standing around f--” Pete cut himself off when he finally approached the cabin windows, jaw agape. Luke was running around with a dog - a real one - and they were playing together in the front yard. “No fuckin way,” he sighed under his breath. Rebecca scoffed at his language (seeing as Sarah was close by) but Pete didn’t care. He got outside and jogged toward the action, laughing gleefully. “No way!” He called, the dog snapping its attention to him. “Does that mean we get to keep him?” Luke asked, voice high and hopeful. Pete laughed, playing with the dog at his feet. “As long as we can convince Rebecca,” he said with a smirk. Him and Luke shared a hearty laugh, the dog eagerly asking for their attention regardless.
Carlos: Carlos was extremely hesitant the moment he saw Luke and Nick playing with an unknown dog outside. “Hey, hey!” He called, running outside the cabin’s front doors. “Be careful, we don't know where that thing is from!” “His name is Arthur.” Luke tossed back cockily, implying that the dog was about to become a new member of their team. Carlos crossed his arms and shook his head, daring him. “Come on, Carlos. Don’t you think Sarah would love this?” “She would. And it’s dangerous. That’s the exact problem.” After promising to ensure Sarah’s safety first and foremost - and with a promise to be fully in charge of the dog - Nick and Pete continued their joyous play with Carlos, hesitantly, watching with crossed arms from the sidelines.
Sarah: Sarah wandered to one of the windows, wondering what all the fuss was about. When she spotted the dog running blissfully outside, her eyes widened. “A dog! A real one!” It had been who knows how long since Sarah saw a live, healthy, happy dog. It was amazing. She started running for the door, but her father put a hand on her shoulder. Turning to him, and seeing the excitement in her eyes, he softened. “Stay behind Luke and Nick. And ask them before trying to pet it, okay?” Really, Carlos was placing his trust in Luke more so than Nick. Sarah, thrilled, gave him a quick hug and darted outside. They played fetch outside for hours.
Rebecca: Rebecca was unhappy. The moment a dog was spotted running around outside, with Luke, Nick and Pete in blissful joy - Rebecca huffed. “We’re not bringing it inside.” “Why?” Sarah frowned. “It might have fleas. Or rabies. Or even worse, it could be pregnant.” The group stood silently, studying Rebecca’s rounded belly in silence. But, in terms of voting, Rebecca knew her side was favored to lose. “As long as it doesn’t truck in mud, I guess I’ll have to live with it.” All Pete could think about was how perfect and ready Rebecca was to be a Mom. She already had the attitude and the language down pat.
Alvin: Alvin beamed the moment he spotted a dog running around outside with Luke and Pete. Despite Rebecca’s horror, he started outside. “No way!” He called out to the others. In pure joy, the dog ran over to him, eager for more attention. He laughed in glee as he pet the dog, throwing a stick for it to chase. He hadn’t had a dog since he was a child - back before this entire mess started - and he missed the joy his childhood best friend gave him. Maybe now, this was a chance to get that feeling again, and save a little puppy’s life.
idk if you still do wolf among us Headcanons but saw the newest trailer and wanted ask for some Flycatcher (Aka frog prince) ones please. Maybe some on him turning back into a frog?
awe this is gonna be so fun!!! I’m so excited for season 2 it’s unreal omg omg
Flycatcher didn’t mind his cleaning work.
In fact, some days, he rather liked it.
He could let his mind wander and roam,
And he could remain by his lonesome.
However, being alone all the time would start to get to him.
He longed for more connections in his life.
More friends, a partner, a family,
Someone or something he could trust.
And one night, as he worked, that was all he could think about.
He finished the mopping plainly,
Headphones on,
Mind elsewhere.
Y/N wandered through the front doors,
Hoping the business was still open,
But spotted Flycatcher instead.
He turned, startled at the sight of a stranger in at this hour,
Fell back,
And poof.
In a puff of smoke, there he was.
A frog.
It happened whenever he got intensely scared or shocked.
That, and him running out of Glamour.
Y/N paused, then smiled,
Chuckling to themselves.
“Sorry?” They said, more a question than a statement,
They chuckled to themselves again.
“I wasn’t expecting that.”
Flycatcher croaked.
Ugh.
How embarrassing.
“What are you looking for?” He asked sheepishly.
“A map. Do you guys have any?”
“Nope.”
“Shit,” Y/N sighed,
Then shrugged.
“Oh well. Thanks anyways.”
Instead of leaving, Y/N knelt down,
Scooping the frog into her hands,
And setting him down on the front counter,
Ensuring he wasn’t at risk of harm.
After giving a small wave, they left,
The door, jingling behind them.
Flycatcher sighed, croaking to himself,
Then hopped into one of the back rooms,
Waiting for it to wear off.
The next morning, no longer dejected,
Flycatcher rolled in at opening time,
And clocked in,
When he wandered back into the lobby, Y/N was there,
to make a long story short, I’ve been in the midst of an insane depression episode these last few months and have only recently come out of it.
I left an abusive, toxic job (my mentor threatened to send me dead animal pictures when he learned I had a rabbit that my late sister gave to me, omfg), I lost a lot of friends, and one of my best friends from high school committed suicide. it’s been a long while. not to mention that me and my father both caught covid, and I was forced to work a job that was so belittling to me. (they made me teach MATH TO CHILDREN. I am stupid, guys lol)
but...I’m here to say that I’m back 💛 and I’m healing. after almost a year of utter hatred for my life, I’m better.
CBR, a popular gaming website, offered me a gaming writing job. I have a partner I love that I’m moving in with soon.I left the jobs that were weighing me down. I actually, for the first time in a year, care about writing again.
I’m so excited to be back.
I’m going to clear out my inbox (not everything, just ones I feel like I can’t write well) and then will be here, writing actively, once again. for the first time in a long time, I don’t hate life. I’m happy to be here.
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