Ship(s): Clementine/Violet
Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)
Lee had brought down a couple bowls of snacks to the kids, earning an angry hiss from Clem when he stepped between her and the projected movie. Louis wasted no time digging his hands into the bowl of Cheetos, orange dust covering his lips and the tips of his fingers.
Brody looked over at her friend as Clementine turned the lights back on, sighing before taking a napkin and wiping his face. “My God, Lou.”
Violet felt herself yawn before she could stop it. The warmth from the huge fluffy blanket that Carley had brought down to them plus the warmth of Brody and Clementine beside her was enough to put her to sleep there.
She rubbed her eyes, blinking furiously to wake herself up. Clem watched her with a tired smile, softly humming as she wrapped the blanket around herself.
“Nope. It’s not even eleven, you guys can’t go to sleep yet.” Louis lightly shook Violet’s shoulders, and she gave an annoyed hum, eyes opening reluctantly.
Brody groaned as Louis started rummaging through his bag, pulling out a deck of cards. “Let’s kick it off with a classic. Truth or dare.”
Violet rolled her eyes, but took a card from the top of the pile when Louis passed it to her. “You don’t use cards in truth or dare.”
“You do in this version,” Louis grinned, raising his eyebrow at his card. You’d never expect it, but Louis had a pretty good poker face when he wanted to. “Highest card gets to ask. Lowest card has to answer. You only get one question or dare per turn, so use it wisely.”
Violet looked down at her card, and her heart dropped. A four. A lump formed in her throat as Louis started waggling his eyebrows, mischief in his smile.
Brody smiled down at her card, slamming it down on the table once Clem had taken her card. A queen.
Louis cleared his throat before lightly setting his card face-up on the coffee table. A King. Brody scowled.
Clementine reluctantly placed her card down with a comically adorable pout on her face, raising her eyebrow at Louis as to challenge him. “Do your worst.”
Louis’ glance flipped between Violet and Clem, stroking his nonexistent beard in thought. He raised his finger victoriously in the air. “I got it. Dare, obviously. I dare you to....”
Violet and Louis met eyes, and her heart jumped in her chest. Oh, god.
What was he going to do?
“Get me some of James’ hair.”
As weird as it was, Violet exhaled in relief, her muscles relaxing as Clementine scoffed, and kicked his shin under the table.
“I’m not helping you clone my brother,” Clem rolled her eyes, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Pick something else.”
Louis huffed, disappointed. He pursed his lips in thought, then dropped his eyesight on Violet.
“Truth, then... Ever have a boyfriend?”
Clementine couldn’t cup her hand over her mouth fast enough to stifle her cackling, pulling her knees to her chest.
“No- no, no boyfriend...” Clementine managed to utter between laughing fits. “Absolutely not.”
Louis cocked his head, cupping the sides of his face in sudden interest. “How about a girlfriend?”
Clem rolled her eyes, picking up the deck of cards and setting her other card in the center of the table. The other kids followed suit. “You said one question per turn. Your rules, not mine.”
She passed the deck down to Brody, frowning down at her card. Brody was undeniably jubilant, holding the Ace between her fingers for all to see.
Violet took a card from the stack, eyes flicking down to it. She twisted the card away from Brody, who was making obvious attempts at looking at everyone’s cards.
Clementine reluctantly set her card down on the table, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.
“Oho, what are the chances?” Louis teased, picking up Clem’s two, a big shit-eating grin on his face.
“Howzaboutit, Clem? Have you ever had a girlfriend?” Brody asked, chewing on the edge of her card.
Clementine’s expression dropped, and she let her head rest on her knees. She closed her eyes for a second before taking a shaky breath.
Violet nudged an already regretful Brody, who’s goofy demeanor quickly changed as she saw Clem lose her spark. “I’m sorry... you don’t have to answer, I’m really sorry. How about... um... what’s your favorite color?”
Clem raised her head, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Don’t sweat it, Brody. I’ve never had a girlfriend, either. There was.. this girl I liked back at the home I was in, a long time ago. Her name was Sarah.. Her biological father regained custody of her before we could really get that close.”
Violet pursed her lips, before she set her card down on the scrap pile in the center. “Purple.”
“What?”
Clementine rolled her eyes, shifting into a criss-cross applesauce position. “You asked about my favorite color. It’s purple.”
Violet felt a kick under the table, and didn’t have to look up from the card in her hands to know it was Louis.
Brody snorted, taking a card from the top of the pile. Clementine groaned, throwing her card over her shoulder. “Your cards are fucking rigged, Lou.”
“The cards just aren’t in your favor, Clem.” Louis sneered, placing his Jack down on the table. Violet grimaced as he held up the card she’d tossed. A three.
“Just get it over with.” Clementine sighed with annoyance, resting her head on her hands.
Louis brightened up instantly, his posture straightening as he tapped his finger on his chin. His gaze flashed towards Violet, with a quick wink.
“Clem, you’ve been at Ericson’s for a little while. Anybody here you like-like?”
Violet scoffed at his word choice, taking the pressure off of Clem as she stared at the card in her hand. “Seriously? ‘Like-like’? What are you, six?”
“Seven, thank you.” Louis grinned, resting his hand on his leg and tapping his knee.
Clementine’s voice was soft and cautious, but almost a little bit exhilarated, like she’d been waiting to say something.
“Yeah, I’ve definitely got feelings for someone.” Clem practically whispered, before scratching the back of her head.
“Oho! Who is it?” Louis pretty much squealed like he won the lottery, and a quick smile that Clementine couldn’t hide took over her face.
“Nope, not telling.”
She said that, but there was an overwhelming feeling in Violet’s stomach that she already knew who it was, and that someone was sitting across from her, twirling one of his dreadlocks in his fingers.
Violet cleared her throat before taking another card from the pile, hiding her disappointment behind a phony smile. “I win.” She set down her Ace card.
“And poor Brody loses.” Louis noted, nudging the red-headed girl beside him. Brody smiled encouragingly at Violet, hands folded together.
“Alright, I’ve got one,” Violet said, tapping her nails on the coffee table. “Brody, you document everything and you’ve been here the longest. How about you tell us what you thought of us when we first got here? First impressions, that kinda stuff.”
Brody brightened up, digging into her backpack and pulling out a diary, so worn out you couldn’t even make out her name on it anymore. Louis winced, ducking his head as she started flipping pages.
Brody, barely able to hold in her excitement, cleared her throat, her finger tracing one of the first pages of her journal.
“First up, Louis,” Brody grinned, holding the journal under the light so she could read the old, scraggly handwriting. “‘A new kid was dropped off today. He seems nice. Kinda loud, but it’s not his fault.’” She flipped a couple pages forward.
“‘So, the new kid is... interesting. They let him on the announcements because he said he was going to advertise his idea for a new music club. I guess they trusted him enough to let him in the room alone. Marlon was taking him under his wing, and the faculty trusts Marlon. So, he locks the door behind him, right?’”
“Then, he says ‘This one goes out to Mrs. Bradley for failing me on my math test.’ Then all of the sudden, this really profane song blasts through the speakers, while he screams along to it. You could hear everyone trying to get in, yelling and pounding on the door. It cut off with the sound of the door slamming open and a really girly scream. I like the new kid.’”
Violet and Clementine couldn’t hold in their laughter, as a flustered Louis groaned into his hands. “Marlon got in so much trouble for that. It was dumb of me.”
“Oh, Mrs. Bradley totally deserved it, dude. I stayed post for her, and she refused to be alone in the same room as me.” Violet recalled, ancient anger sparking alive in her eyes. “She found out I was gay, and said she wasn’t comfortable being around me.”
Louis scoffed, his eyes narrowing again. “In that case, I don’t feel bad for her. Glad her ass got fired.”
Clementine pursed her lips as Brody flipped through a couple dozen pages, tapping the page once she reached an excerpt from January.
“This one’s about Violet,” Brody explained, squinting her eyes to focus on the chicken scratch. “‘They stuck me with the new girl, and now we’re rooming together. She’s tough and kinda angry, but who wouldn’t be?’”
Clementine’s eyes landed on Violet, Brody’s words sounding like a distant murmur as she studied her features. How she raised her eyebrows at points she recollected, how she chewed on her bottom lip when being reminded of her past self. Her eyebrows knit together, the birthmark that was only visible because she was in a T-shirt.
Violet’s eyes snapped upwards in a second, meeting hers, and Clem craned her head to the side, feigning interest in Brody’s story. Through her peripheral vision, she saw Vi take a deep inhale, one that moved her entire body. She saw her lean her head on Brody’s shoulder, a small smile on her face as she read aloud.
Clementine wasn’t listening anymore. She was focused on the way Violet tucked her forehead into Brody’s collarbone. She was talking but Clem couldn’t make anything out. They both laughed.
Summary: After coming out to Lee, Clementine finally thinks it’s time to introduce him to Violet and after that, the two girls sit in the car and have an important chat.
Credit: @3amgameover he gave me the idea bc he’s a sweetie, thank you jasper ily you’re the best husband!!!!
Warnings: Awkward, probably bad writing it’s 5 am, that’s all (:
A/n: my entire time being in this fandom and writing fanfics for clementine and Louis I’ve always said I wanted to write for her and Violet, I want to do this before the game is over so sit back... relax or whatever and enjoy the little story of our babies.
Sorry if this is bad, I’m not really good at this pft.
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The keys jingle in Clementine's hand every so slightly as she takes them out of the ignition, a nervous breath leaving her lips just a bit before her hazel eyes glance over at the girl who she’s been dating in secrecy for months sitting beside her with the same tense look as her own. Today was the day, shit. It was happening. You know, it was hard coming out to Lee but Clementine couldn’t help but feel like this’ll be even harder to handle. She knows he understands and supports her, but she was scared that something was going to go wrong. “A-Are you nervous?” She questions, looking over at Violet. The blonde girl looks at her and timidly nods, gulping as she runs her sweaty palms over her jeans. “Wait, that’s a stupid question... Obviously— I’m sorry.“ Clementine continues, frowning ever so slightly before looking away.
“No, no... don’t apologize. This is weird.” Violet finally speaks up, a reassuring tone in her voice before she nudges Clementine in the arm ever so slightly with a little smile. To say that it didn’t want to make Clementine fall to the ground and die because she’s so in love was an understatement, staring at her girlfriend with heart eyes basically. “I’m a good way, though. A good way, not bad.” She adds onto it quickly, Clementine letting out a little chuckle in reply.
“Y-Yeah~! A good way, but uh...” she scratches the back of her neck and looks away from Violet who was watching her, that smile still on her face. “We should go in, right? He’s probably wondering what we’re doing.” Clementines voice was soft and calmer than normal, she was trying to make it look like she wasn’t nervous as hell but Violet could tell by the look in her eyes.
Violet just nods a little, sucking in a deep breath and looks at the front porch of the house before at Clem who was still trying to muster up the courage to get out of the car. It takes them a little bit of bribing and a lot of talking before Clementine finally opens the door to her car and gets out, shutting the door and walking over to Violets side. Clementine insisted that she get the door for her, she wanted to be like those guys in those cheesy romantic movies and god, it was working. The blonde couldn’t help but roll her eyes playfully, waiting in the passenger side while Clementine stumbles her way and opens the door with a grin— holding her hand out for Violet to grab.
“Did you really have to do that?” She queries as she slowly shuts the door with her free hand, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly before gently grabbing Clementine's hand and hopping out. Clementine just smiles, shrugging her shoulders.
“I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to, I see couples do it all the time and I—“ she’s stopped by her girlfriend's laughter, a blush forming on her cheeks. Violet pulls their held hands up and kisses the back of Clementines sweetly, Clementine freezing even more.
“You don’t have to do that for me Clem, but it was sweet of you~” She replies softly, giving Clementine a look. Violet felt as if her knees were going to give out, she wasn’t just nervous to meet Lee... she was nervous for what she was going to do after the supper was done and over with. It was a big deal, but she needed Clementine to know her true feelings and she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Let’s go, we shouldn’t keep him waiting any longer.” The brunette stares at her with a soft look on her face, thinking just a little bit before snapping out of her daze and hastily nodding her head. Clementine squeezes Violet's hand gently as a type of way to say ‘everything’ll be fiine~’, and she truly knew it would be.
To say that it wasn’t awkward, was wrong. But it’s always awkward when you have dinner for the first time with your girlfriend's parents so Violet didn’t really look into much, she really liked Lee though. Before the whole dinner thing, she thought Lee would be weird about it, but he was actually totally normal which, to be honest was knew for her. It was nice. Having to deal with homophobic people all the time kinda made her forget that there are actually adults who don’t see anything wrong with gay/bisexual people.
Violet thought a lot about it the ride home with Clementine, the whole time they had their hands locked together while the music played on the radio and when the girl she loved oh so much parked the car, Violet remembered something. “Uh, Clem~ Can I tell you something?” She asks nervously, scratching the back of her neck ever so slightly. Violet purses her lips as Clementine looks over with a tiny smile and gives her a questioning look.
“Yeah, anything.” She nods. “What is it?” Clementine couldn’t tell what Violet was thinking as she watched her. Violet silently told herself in her mind that she could do it, but a part of her was terrified. She was so scared that Clementine didn’t have the same feelings, it was obvious she did but sometimes people fake things... she didn’t know if she could handle it if Clementine was faking.
“I— Er, I don’t know.,” she mumbles out, slowly taking her hand out of Clementine's grasp. Violet shifts in the seat of the car so she’s able to face Clementine all the way, while she’s doing that she thinks of all the words she could possibly say. “It’s just... You. You’re so perfect and pretty and you drive me absolutely crazy, in a good way of course but I think—“ Violet wasn’t good at this, she was never good at this not even with Minnie. “No, I know.” She shakes her head, stopping herself.
Clementines mouth opens to speak but she has no words, leaning in forward just a little bit to tell her girlfriend to keep talking. “I love you, so much, Clementine.” Violets words that slip off the tip of her tongue made Clementine freeze in her place, staring at the girl who just admitted to loving her with a shocked look.
“What? Me?” She questions out after a minute, covering her mouth. “I’m sorry I—“ Clementine didn’t know how to process words, to tell her she felt the same way so she takes in a deep breath and looks back at Violet. The blonde looked worried, scared that Clementine didn’t feel the same way. But she’s proved wrong when Clementine leans closer toward her and cups her cheek gently, tilting her head to the side and planting her lips on Violets gently.
Violets shocked by that action, but slowly and surely closes her eyes— melting into Clementine's soft lips that were becoming her addiction. When Clementine pulls back, Violet lets out a little noise from the absence of Clem’s lips on her own and opens her eyes to see Clementine looking at her with an unknown expression.
modern hs!au, baseball, disaster bi meets disaster lesbian in detention
ch.3 snippet: She takes out a slightly quivering fist, hesitates, then opens her palm and takes one of the mystery objects out before she tosses it at Clementine’s chest. “Think fast.”
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modern hs!au, baseball, disaster gays
ch. 4 snippet: Therefore, Ruby’s echoing words resurfaced from the southern hemisphere of Clementine’s brain, urging her to ask instead, “Hey, how do you feel about prom?”
