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**Summary: Louis has worries for his one year old, and Clementine soothes them by opening up about her own issues.**

Louis tried his best to not toss and turn, he really hated these beds. They were so springy, you do anything on it, so much as lay a hand on the mattress and it would make a springy noise. The noise wouldn’t annoy him as much if Clementine wasn’t laying beside him, he quickly found out she was a very light sleeper. It broke his heart that she wasn’t born a light sleeper, she just adapted to being one due to all of the trauma she faced. He wanted to make sure she got as much sleep as she could- so tossing and turning would definitely awaken her and that was the last thing he wanted.

So, he lay stiff as a board. Looking above to the mattress above him. He anxiously counted the number of bars holding the bed above him, distracting his mind to the best of his abilities. Because every time he couldn’t sleep at night, his mind went to dark places. *You have no idea what you’re doing.* He would think. That main thought spiraled out of control to other thoughts. But, that one main thought started from the time he was child, to now. It adapted to whatever situation he was in. As a child, ‘You have no idea what you’re doing’ related to the spelling bee, now, it is related to parenting his one year old daughter.

He grabbed the chair next to the desk, and placed it near the bed. He sat on it and watched her sleep soundly. A warm feeling was felt in his chest, unknowingly smiling ear to ear. He examined her features, and the midnight moon shone upon her face. She mainly had Louis’ features, his freckles, skin color, and eye shape. But, her lashes were full and her eyes were as golden as Clementines, her hair was also kinky just like Clementines. She was a perfect mix between the two.

*You don’t know what you’re doing, do you?*

Louis furrowed his brows as the thought entered his mind. No matter how many baby books he read, or conversations with Clementine he had about how to raise a baby into childhood, his mind was never satisfied with himself.

*To put your girlfriend through so much pain during her pregnancy, so selfish to bring a kid into this world, you’re a monster.*

That wasn’t true. Louis knew it. It wasn’t a mindless decision or an accident, it was multiple conversations and respectful debates about when or if they should start a family. After weeks, they decided together that they wanted a family, and they had enough resources to do so. And the pregnancy went better than expected, minor pain here and there, and the delivery had no scares. Thankfully, whenever Louis would remember this, it seemed as if thoughts grew quieter, and instead he imagined a world where the apocalypse wasn’t here. He wondered what her parents would think of him, or Lee, even Kenny. He didn’t know much about them, but he knew enough to know she cared deeply for them.

Suddenly, his daughter sniffled, causing him to go into panic mode. He calmed himself down once she went back to her normal state. It was spring, and it was just allergies but he was still terrified of her getting sick. Louis sighed, slouching against the chair now.

Although Louis truly thought he didn’t know what he was doing, he knew one thing. He’ll never be like his parents. His father, manipulative and a gas-lighter. His mother ignored it and was just focused on her public image instead.

*“Chin up, baby.” His mother whispered down to him. “Play your little piano and smile.”*

*His mother’s tone was sweet, and caring. But Louis wasn’t stupid. He knew his family milked his skills during fancy business parties like these ones. But, he played the piano nonetheless, because this was the only time he could truly feel like he had an audience that enjoyed his talent, his dream.*

*“My son! Ladies and gentlemen!” Louis’ father widened his arms towards Louis playing the piano. Families of prestigious wealth clapped for him. In this moment it was bitter sweet, should he feel happy that people enjoyed his music, or should he feel angry that his parents only supported him if it benefited them? Louis brushed off the confusing feelings and instead put his emotions into his music, making it authentic and oddly charming.*

*“Beautiful, Mandisa.” A woman patted his mothers shoulder. “You’ve raised a wonderful son.”*

Louis slightly groaned in irritation. ‘*They raised a horrible kid.’* Louis thought to himself. Now that he was older, he realized that he shouldn’t have beat himself up as much as he did when he was 17. Guilt had always occupied his mind when he thought about what he did, how he broke up his parents. But in reality, they raised him like that. They raised him to think of yourself first, not others. Survival of the fittest.

*“Please, I have a family William!”*

*Louis sat on the couch with his mother, they were just chatting when they heard the commotion coming from the office room. His father opened the door and held his hand out. “You’re not needed anymore, Mark.”*

*“I-I’m not needed?! Are you serious!? I helped you start this business, what the fuck man?!”*

*“But- Mark. You seem to forget. People like me. People like my beautiful ‘exotic’ wife, people love my son. What do you have Mark? A regular housewife, who’s pregnant and unattractive? A son who doesn’t excel in school? He doesn’t even have a talent to show off. You’re dragging me down. You understand, don’t you?”*

*“Excuse me?! The fuck did you-” Mark gulped as a security guard walked up behind him. “Fine.” Mark muttered.*

*The guard escorted the man out. Louis’ father looked at Louis with a smile, as if he didn’t just ruin someone’s life. “See son,” he started. “-sometimes, we have to make the hard decisions to get what we desire. It’s just business. Nothing personal.”*

Business came first, passion and feelings came last. That way of life ruined his childhood. He believed from a young age hurting others to get what he wanted was ok.

He gently stroked Willows head, *‘I’ll never teach you that.’* He thought to himself. No matter what, he’ll always make sure she knew it was ok to express herself, to talk about her feelings. He wanted her to know that no matter the situation, she was loved and *accepted.*

“I promise.” He whispered. “I promise I’ll give you a better life than mine.”

Suddenly, he felt slender arms wrap around his neck, a semi-heavy weight on his shoulders. He smiled, hearing Clementine mumble something out of exhaustion.

“What was that, darling?” Louis asked, holding her forearm.

“You’re doing great.” She yawned. “You don’t have to keep worrying Louis. You love her and that’s—“

“The bare minimum, Clem.” Louis cut her off.

“-not really. Not anymore.” Clementine said sadly. “Even back then, dads used to run out on their kids, unable to either provide a stable life or love. You could’ve ran out so many times, so many opportunities and you didn’t.”

“Why would I ever do that?” Louis replied, almost offended.

“I’ve seen it happen before. Of course I knew you wouldn’t but…there’s always that lingering exit you can take, and the urge is probably there for you-“

“Clementine.” Louis said sternly, waking her up a little. “I would *never* do that. Do you really think that?”

Clementine stayed quiet. In reality, no. Of course she knew Louis would never leave. It was just her inner insecurities popping out, she’d hidden it for years but it came out eventually. The *constant* fear that she would be alone again lingered in her mind. Louis noticed her silence and sighed. He got off his chair, and then hugged her tightly.

“Isn’t it crazy?” Louis chuckled.

“What?”

“How we only started dating a month into knowing each other.” Louis started, caressing her arm a bit. “Now, we’re in a family together. Clementine, I didn’t fight a war with you, fell for you in the middle of it, wrote songs about you, spent literally almost every second with you for the past 4 years to just leave.” Louis reassured.

“But now we have a kid.”

“Even more of a reason to stay. I mean *who* can actually say they have a kid with the most beautiful, bad-ass woman of the apocalypse world? Only me! I’d be a fool to run from that.” Louis joked.

She shook her head, a big smile on her face. Louis kissed the top of her head, pushing her slightly towards the bed, there he dropped her on it. She got into a comfortable position, and Louis lay next to her.

“I was serious.” Clementine broke the silence. “When I said you’re doing great. It’s not only the love you have for her Louis. You don’t even go to sleep before she does. Even though I tell you I got it. You care deeply for her and that *is* enough.”

Louis sighed, twiddling his fingers with one another, only staring at the bars above him. “I know. Thanks. Sometimes it just feels like I’m not enough, even before Willow.”

“Louis…” Clementine muttered sadly. The thought of him degrading himself saddened her. She sat up, grabbing his curious glance. Clementine took off her oversized sweater, a tank-top underneath. There was enough moon-light to see the faint, pink branded mark on her arm. She slid her fingers over it slightly, a grimace appearing on her face.

“You finally gonna reveal the meaning behind that?” Louis chuckled, over the years, she’d always refuse. ‘*The past doesn’t matter.’* She’d say.

Although he was joking, she wasn’t.

“I got this when I was 13.” Clementine started.

Louis shifted himself upwards, a frown shown on his face as he eyed the scar.

“I only did it to make sure AJ was safe. But, then he got ripped apart from me in the same group. After that, I had nothing more to lose. And when you have nothing to lose…you do scary, stupid things. I was horrible, Louis. I wasn’t the same person you know today.”

Louis nodded, taking in her words to the best of his ability. Trying not to react negatively in anyway.

“After I got AJ back—I only had *him.* If anyone ever—and I mean, *anyone* tried anything to hurt or kill him, I wouldn’t hold back. Yes I love AJ. I really do, but that feeling of hopelessness for your own self is so damaging.” Clementine opened up. After a brief moment of silence she continued. “I didn’t have hope for my own life, only for his. I didn’t mind if I got bit, as long as he was safe, I didn’t care. Not because I was sad or anything but because I just felt like this world wasn't for me. When I was a kid, I loved to be social, playful even. I've changed so much, I was forced to. I used to be innocent. Now, I'm finally getting some sort of my old self back."

Clementine grabbed Louis’ hand and squeezed it slightly. “You saved me.” She said, her tone hoarse. Louis squeezed back on her hand.

"I'm glad to be of service." He smiled at her. “I love you.”

She smiled, and kissed his cheek. “I love you too, Louis.”

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clemmyfan · 5 years

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I would like to take a moment and remember what a good leg it was.

Press F to pay respect.

We'll miss you left leg, you were a good leg.

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flowschool · 5 years

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Lil AJ.

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J'ai finis "The Walking Dead: Season 2" par Telltale Games. (Enfin ! Je l'avais depuis je ne sais combien de temps.) Et s'il arrive quelque chose à Clem' dans les prochain opus je tue tout le monde avant de me tuer. . . . #bloodtw #blood #fanart #TWDfanart #TheWalkingDead #TelltaleGame #TWD #TWDs2 #art #artwork #draw #drawing #sketch #sketching #sketchbook #notebook #Clementine #Clem #TWDClementine #TWDClem https://www.instagram.com/p/BsWE66SHfJl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nzpgx7xmdldx

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bxbyclem-blog · 5 years

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[January 25th 2019]

[🗡Angels can be bad🗡]

- this edit crashed on me about 12 times 🙃

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Village- Chapter 2

I sigh in relief as I stretch my body. I get up and put on my boots, the smell of fresh coffee fills the hallway. Little things like that had always made me happy, apparently ever since I was little. "Alright then" I mutter as I make my way to my door.

"We ready?" Brent asked in a slight huff. I look at him with annoyance, little brat was way to pampered. He got everything he wanted by his dad's. So whenever he actually had to do a days work, he gets frustrated. "Look Brent, why don't you just shut up and do work for once? Or why don't we feed you what you hunt- Oh wait then you'll be dead because you don't anything!" I snapped back. He glared at me, about to respond until Clem came to say goodbyes.

Brent and I hadn't always been this way. It started just about a year ago.

"Come on hurry!" AJ called to us. Brent and I ran as fast as we could, but we were slower, me being only 12 and Brent being 14. AJ was around 18 and he had loads of experience running from walkers. AJ cursed under his breath as Brent fell down, he ran over to him and helped him up, but in the mean time AJ was dragged down by a walker and almost bit. AJ franticly grabbed his knife and the boosted up adrenaline caused him to cut his ankle as he slashed at the Walkers hand. I ran back to him to help him up. I grabbed AJ's arm and wrapped it around my shoulders as we ran together. "Brent, help us!" I screamed. All he did was just look, and he looked at us with pity. He ran off without helping us, he screamed he was sorry. I cursed at him, without holding back. Our pace quickened as fast as we could. We barely made it by a scratch, and when we into the court yard, Clem was furious. Louis was upset to, I had actually never seen him that way. But the wrath of my mom was just like her anger came from the pits of hell. His dads, Tim and Mark were trying to calm down my parents as much as they could, but ultimately, this was there last straw, if Brent fucked up again, they're out of the school.

"Ok then, Willow, you have your knives?" I nod at my mom. "Carson, you have the gun?" He replied "Yes mam." She smiled at the both of us. "Alright, make sure you two are extra careful, make sure you make it." She glared at Brent. We all nod and make our way out.

"She needs to get over it." Carson and I look at Brent in shock. "Dude, how would you feel if your child, you know- the thing you tried to create, then got in your stomach for 9 months, then went through hell birthing, and then raised for 13 years-- dies-ALSO--imagine if the kid you raised ever since you were 11 years old just died because of some kid whos new to the community." He rolled his eyes. "In an apocalypse, you have to think of your safety first, not some strangers." I glared at him. "You mean the same strangers that took you in off the road because you guys had no where to go right?" He looked forward and started to walk faster. "Whatever bitch." he muttered under his breath. "Hey!" Carson yelled out. I sigh and place a hand on his arm. "It's fine, people like him suck but at least we got each other."

"Hey Willow, what have you got for us today?" Elena asked. I pull out my backpack and take out some knives, and a few seeds for different vegetables. Elena grabbed them and smiled. "Ok I will be out with your share." Brent waited for her while Carson and I roamed around the village. They set up their little 'village' about 5 miles from our place. Of course, Clem had to approve of them first, and turns out they were actually good people. Even if they weren't our group would kick there ass like in the old days. "Oh uh, wait here Willow." I look up to Carson, and then look at what he was staring at. I laugh and tell him to just go. He was a huge nerd for board games, and he saw a goldmine of them. I actually had seen a goldmine for myself as well...

I climb onto the watch tower to look out on the army. Girls and boys of all ages were training. Some were fighting in the mud, some in the water and some training with bow and arrows. I look in awe, imagining if that were me, I would totally impress everyone with my badass skills. Like mom. Dad had told me some bad ass stories, and one time I even got to see the scar on her arm. Dad she had a lot more, but wasn't comfortable showing me. I rest my palm on my chin looking out to the heavy workers. Mom never wants to talk to me about her past. Its not fair, AJ knows a lot of it, and he's not even her kid. I widen my eyes at the sudden jealous thoughts in my head. I hated when I got them, so I try to shake it out. "Willow?" My body jumped as I turn around. "Tripp! Hey!? Don't scare me man!" The blonde old man chuckled. He rested near me. "Longing to fight I see?" I look over to Tripp and nod. "You wanna train me?" Tripp placed a hand on my shoulder, "Clem already trained you on the basic's, if I trained you anymore she would kill me." I throw my head back in annoyance. "Well it isn't fair. AJ is trained in this stuff and he's so cool! I wanna do that to." I huffed. Tripp sighed. "I understand why she only trains you on the basics Willow. When she was your age, she was, broken. She had thought AJ was dead so in her eyes, living was just an unwanted assignment. She killed anything or anyone in her way. She just wants you to not have to be like her, she wants you to be a kid." Tripp looked down, and he sighed. "She told me that every time she looks at AJ, she thinks about how she might of failed him. She doesn't want the same for you kid." I feel sorrow as his words became more and more sad. "Ok" I reply, not knowing what else to say.

I make my way over to the front gates where Brent and Carson are waiting. "Took your sweet time huh?" Brent asked. "Its not my fault I'm not an anti-social prick." I respond with cockiness, Carson sucks in his teeth and then laughs. We make our way back home.

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writingsweetroll · 3 years

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Training - 7

We make it to the gates of Richmond. They let us in swiftly, they really treated us like royalty here. I guess that's because mom helped fight in this like big war or something like that? As we walked inside, I seen the armies resting and eating lunch, I stare in awe. "C'mon Willow." AJ pulled my arm towards him, trying to keep me with the group.

Not only did this place have beautiful apartments and homes, it was like before the apocalypse, like on those old magazines and books.

Violet, Ivy and I shared a room, while Louis and AJ shared one. Our room was coated in grey paint, and had lanterns ready for use. Although Richmond was rich in supplies and oil, they still used as little as possible. They only use their generators for weddings in their chapel. I get settled into my side of the room, placing down my guitar and backpack full of stuff. I sprawl my body on the rooms bed, I loved this place's hotels because their beds were big and a lot more comfortable then home. "Comfy huh Willow?" Ivy asked. I turn to her in my bed with a big smile. "You know it." I say. Ivy and Violet placed their stuff on the ground. "Lets hope Carson actually takes care of the weed huh?" Ivy threw herself back onto the bed. "I'm so stressed dude, if he doesn't were fucked on the happy stuff for a while." Ivy said with a stressed huff.

"Wait- how long are we staying here?" I asked. Violet looked at me with a confused look. "He didn't tell you? A month Willow." I widen my eyes. A month? Why a month? Before I could think anymore Louis and Javier showed up to the door. They ushered me to come with them. Confused, I slowly make my way to them.

I sat in Javi's office, a dark setting in the room. "So I think you know why you're here Willow. You know about the situation. I don't tolerate this. I ran a steady place here for years, barely having trouble. Murder, it has only happened here about 3 times in the many years I have been leader here but, this is different. It was a caravan group that wasn't ours, all murdered." Javier spoke with anger yet sadness in his voice. "Sorry if I sound so weird about this. It just hits close to home. My wife, Kate she didn't make it because the people we were trading with, well, they killed her because they didn't like what she 'said'. Obviously, we dealt with them but, she's gone." Javier said. He looked down with sadness, Louis patted his back. Javier got himself together and pulled out a folder. He handed it to me.

"Is this?" I asked. Javi nodded. "That's Iris as a kid. She's with this women in that photo as you can see, we don't know who she is but this photo was on the ground near the bodies."--"So she got her target? You guys know this is far fetched right?" I asked. Louis and Javi looked at each other. "What?" I asked. They looked back to me and sighed. "If Iris is the killer we don't think she got her target. The women in the photo has red hair, but she is very white, like Iris." Louis pointed out. I look at my dad with confusion. "What does her hair and race have do with this?" I ask. Javier interjected. "We think that she might be her mom. Louis and I know how Parents look at their children, trust me I have two kids and he has you. And the dead people all had dark hair. Iris has really light yellow hair. And the only motive we have thought of is if she was looking for someone from her family. What we know after so much digging, Willow's mom was dead, and her dad, who had her hair color, was apart of the diamonds group. Her dad was a known violent man, and the mom disappeared one night after an argument. But, we don't know if her target was her dad or not because she suffered abuse from other family members as well. Thanks to Tripp, we know all this information."--"I thought the diamonds group were nice people? How come Iris suffered through so much?" I asked. Louis looked at me with pitiful eyes. "Some things are just hidden behind closed curtains Willow. That's just the real world sadly." Javier got up and handed me a uniform. It was the New Frontiers new uniform for the army. My eyes lit up with excitement. I look up to Javi with a big smile, he gives one back but ultimately it falls. He kneels down to make eye contact. "Willow this is a dangerous job, and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt. The last thing anyone wants really. Take it slow with Iris. Don't be to upfront ok?" Louis layed an anxious hand on my shoulder. He tried to give me a fake smile. I looked up to him with thankful eyes, knowing it definitely took a lot of will power to agree to this. "Ok Javier. I promise I wont let you guys down." I say.

-The next day-

"You ready?" Gabe asked. I jokingly place a hand on my head like a sailor. Forgetting Gabe was basically the opposite of Louis and a total party pooper, I lay my hand down to my side. This couldn't get any more awkward. Gabe and I started to walk along the sides of the training grounds. On the way here, no conversation was started, he didn't even look in my direction. I guess its not a surprise after mom showed up pregnant here, apparently he was so upset because he was 'saving' himself for her until she got back with AJ, and he had so many girls that wanted him but he stayed loyal. 'So many girls?' yea right....plus, they weren't even together. "Here she is Iris, go nuts." He dropped me off at Iris's training grounds. My hands suddenly became clammy.

"Hi, its Iris, you probably already know." She handed out her hand...her voice wasn't stern or cold like a killers, so it couldn't be her. With my mood being brought back up, I smiled widely and shook her hand. "I'm Willow."

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writingsweetroll · 3 years

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Past - 6

We ran out the building as fast as we could. We caught our breath as we made it back to the courtyard. "Maybe that wasn't something we should have heard.." AJ said in a hushed tone. He looked at me with curiosity. He noticed my silence. "Willow?" he asked. "AJ- what happened with Marlon?" I asked slowly. "I don't know who Marlon is and dad said you killed him. What..." I sighed in the middle of my sentence, there was a lot happening today. "What happened AJ. Tell me, please." AJ straightened his back, with hesitation he agreed.

We walked to my room, and sat down on the separate ends of the bed. "About 14 years ago, we crashed at the train station area. This dude, his name was Marlon, he saved us and took us in." I could tell to everyone this was a sensitive subject, but still, I needed to know why. I let AJ continue, with a comforting face to let him know I'm here if he needs me. AJ fiddled with his fingers. "Soon, we found out some deep shit about him. First Clem found out what happened to Minerva and Sophie--" I cut him off. "Minerva and Sophie...Minerva is Violets ex right. I have seen her visit the graves every now and then?" AJ nodded then continued. "Turns out he actually sold them to The Delta. And was gonna sell Clem and I next. After....Brody, she exposed him she was beaten to death by Marlon. And in fear Marlon locked Clementine in the basement where it all happened." I got chills in my spine, thinking about the times Carson and I played board games down there during winter days, not knowing such tragic things happened there. "Clem escaped obviously, but Marlon pinned the murder on her. And basically it was back and forward, until Clem turned to Louis for help."--"Well did he help?" I asked, knowing my dad was very loyal to Clem, but sometimes he does get lazy. AJ sighed. "Yea, after some convincing. He stopped her from being murdered. After that everyone was calming down and then I-" AJ chocked up. "I shot him in the head...I will never forget Louis's face. The pain I caused him."

I scoffed in annoyance. AJ looked at me, almost appalled at my response. "Louis has no reason to be upset! He shouldn't have treated mom or you like that at all. Marlon was a murder! He almost killed mom and sold her off with you, and betrayed the whole group. If Louis couldn't see that, then he's the fool." AJ straightened his back up in a more defensive manner, "Willow-" I cut him off. "Is that why you guys got kicked out? For giving that murderer what he deserved? That's not fair AJ! I love dad but seriously, is he just a--just a-"--"Willow! Stop!" I was cut off by AJ yelling at me. Startled, I look at him with wide eyes. AJ began to slouch again. "Willow, you still don't know the full story. That was from our shoes, not his."

"Marlon and him had always been close. Ever since they were kids, before the apocalypse even started; they had this brotherly relationship. Kind of like our relationship you know? What Louis didn't know was that Marlon had so much anxiety, and stress on his shoulders. And he did something stupid, then he murdered. Louis came out to see what was going on. And before he could fully grasp what was going on, Marlon was dead. Marlon, his best friend, his brother died by some strangers who had just come." The room became silent. Only white noise filled the area. AJ broke the silence as he spoke again. "What if you were in that position with me or Iris? What if some random stranger came in here, exposed my secrets and then before you got to ask me or tell me anything, I died. Was shot in the head...by some stupid fucking kid." AJ looked down now, obviously hurt by what he had done. I sighed and make my way over to him. "I get it AJ, it was hard on dad. Now I know. But still, it was hard on you guys to. He shouldn't be blaming you for this."--"He doesn't Willow, I mean I don't think he does." AJ interjected. "But you heard what he said earlier AJ." AJ stood up off the bed. "I know Willow. I know. It's just, after he let us back into the school he apologized. And even years after that he still does. In the moment he was angry. I said some shit to, shit I'm not proud of when I was angry." AJ the went to my closet and grabbed his art box. He rummaged through a lot of papers until he found a drawing. "Look." He pointed to the picture. It was a picture of AJ and Louis, they were holding hands and smiling. He scribbled at the bottom of the page, "I get sad when Lou gets sad about Marlon. I wish I could stop what I did last year. But he tells me that he loves me the way Clem loves me and nothing will change that." I smiled at the innocence scribbled on the page. "Clem taught me when people have trauma, they do things differently and I think that can apply to anger to. Louis was angry but I know in my heart that he wouldn't love Clem if he truly felt that way. Let alone have a child with her."--"And no Willow, you were planned not an accident." The atmosphere became lighter as we gave into hope. "Don't worry about them. 14 years and a kid isn't going down the drain because of an argument." AJ told me as her was about to leave my room. "Thanks for checking up on me, I had some fun all things considered." I smile and wave him off.

-2 days later-

"Good morning sweet pea." I wake up to being gently shook awake by Louis. "What? What's going on?" I asked. "Well, I know this is short notice but we're going to Richmond! Get up." I got up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, before I could ask why, he left my room. I get up and put on my hiking clothes as usual. Confused, I make my way outside. "Alright, here's your packs, you two have yours as well?" Violet and Ivy nodded, holding each others hands. We put our backpacks on, AJ and I gave each other a confused look. We could have swore Clem and Louis were just fighting about this. Even more confusing, he seemed giddy?

Soon we are on the road. He didn't seem upset like the other day. Eventually the questions got overwhelming and so I said, "Ok this is weird." We all stopped walking. "What's up Willow?" Louis asked. I sighed and made my way to a tree and sat against it. "Don't be mad but, I maybe snuck around 2 days ago when you got mad and heard a not so friendly conversation about me?" Louis looked at me with wide eyes. "You, what? Willow you know that's not right-"--"I know, I know. It was stupid and I never snuck around before that! But, I was scared you know? I didn't know what was up with you to. I knew you weren't going to break up or anything but still, there was this lingering thought that I was gonna be the cause of your breakup.." Louis sat next to me, and pulled me in for a hug. "Willow, we love each other. You know we barely fight. And it wasn't you, it was our past trauma that made us say things we didn't mean. We have been built around it; but when you love each other you can also work around it. Besides Willow, we talked things out last night and things had worked out. We agreed on a plan together and that's why we're going to Richmond." He released me from the hug. I felt a heavy rock leave my shoulders as he helped me up off the ground. It good to have some closure.

"Seems like yall did more then just talk from the way you walked out all happy this morning." Ivy said with a smirk. Violet elbowed her signaling her to shut up. Ivy being used to being around Willy, Carson, and Brent apologized. "Sorry," she wheezed while holding her arm. "Forgot this was the wrong crowd."

With that, we all started to walk to Richmond again.

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A Fight - 5

TW: mentions of sexual assault {very small mention}

"Guys I'm gonna go..." I say as I get up and grab my bowl of soup. "You ok?" Carson asked, I reply "Yea, yea I'm fine." I left their table and grab another bowl. I make my way to the watch tower.

AJ sat there, sharpening his makeshift knife, he looked lost in deep thought. "Hey AJ." He turned to me and replied with a "What are you doing here Willow?" I sat next to him and handed him a bowl. At first he declined, but then took it. I had always knew he loved Omar's food so it wasn't hard to convince him to eat. As we ate in comfortable silence, a growing question formed into my head. "AJ?" He looked to me with a curious glance. I bit my lip, but then said "Are you mad at us?" AJ widened his eyes and put his almost empty bowl of soup down. "What? Willow where did you get that idea?" AJ and I had always been very close, so sharing our feelings wasn't a problem but now it just feels different. Something was off. "I don't know its just, you have been avoiding us more lately, and you seem more defensive then usual." I sighed before what I was about to say, not knowing if it can go wrong or not. "Are jealous that I got more stuff then you when you were little?" AJ thankfully didn't take offense to what I had said, instead he leaned against the watch towers edge and looked into the nights sky with wonder. I leaned with him awaiting a response.

"Willow, you don't know the real world like I do. Last month, I had visited Richmond, trying to be a 'kid', I went to Richmond regularly to play baseball with Javier and Gabe." AJ then tapped his finger anxiously against the wall of the watchtower. "What's wrong AJ?" I asked with concern. "While I was there, I seen this women being harassed by a large group of men, Javier quickly broke up the situation. Apparently she was being told to strip down, for you know why." AJ then lifted his head up, trying to stop the tears from coming out. "As Javier had work to do, and Gabe being Gabe asked me to kick them out for him, I got so mad because, well. I thought what if that was you, or Clem or Maria or any girl here? What if no one had seen that women, what if that was one of you and no one had seen?" I tried to comfort AJ as best as I could as his voice broke down. He then started to cry. "I took those men outside, and killed them. Shot them down just like--just like Lilly-" At this point he was having a breakdown. I had to conceal my shock as best as I could, he killed, just like that, and so inhumanly. I slowly reached out to him, and tried to hug him. Although AJ was tough, and was certainly a big dude, (due to years of working out and just being tall), he was a big softy. He accepted my hug and cried into my arms. "I'm really sorry AJ." After a few minutes, he collected himself. "The world isn't getting better Willow, I really thought it was. Then this person murdered that innocent caravan group, I'm afraid Willow. I don't want another war...I don't want to become the old me." I nodded and agreed to him. Still hugging him I patted his back and rubbed circles around it. "Hey...what do we do when fear takes over?" AJ widened his eyes at me mimicking Clem's teachings, he smiled and got out of my arms. He wiped his eyes and said "We..give a big fuck you to fear.. or something like that." We both laugh in unison.

"Glad to see you two hanging out again." AJ and I, both startled look down to see Louis. "Oh uh sorry I'll open the gate dad." I then got out of the watch tower to open the gate. I run up to him and hug him, just like when I was little. Talking to AJ really made me mushy about family. "Someone's in a good mood." he chuckled as he hugged back. I know he's joking but, I could hear his heart racing when I hugged him. It made me smile knowing how fortunate I was to have a dad that loved me this much. He looked over to the tables with curiosity, "Where's Clementine sweet pea?" -- "Oh she's working in the office. She's really stressed about the caravan group. She thinks it's Iris but I'm gonna prove it to her that's it's not, cause I know her dad, I really do...?" I respond, but the more I talked the angrier and confused my dad looked. "You good Lou?" AJ asked. Even AJ was concerned. "Yea...go finish dinner." And with that he left to the admin building. AJ and I looked at each other, both having the stupid idea of sneaking around.

Shortly after Louis entered the building, AJ and I followed behind. He entered the office and we pressed our ears against the door. The start of the conversation wasn't friendly.

"Clem what the fuck." AJ and I looked at each other with shock, no one had heard him with this tone before. "What?" she asked with a confused tone. "You told Willow?! After I specifically asked you not to?! And last I checked you fucking agreed!" It got quiet for a moment. We heard a shift of movement. "Look I'm sorry Lou-" Louis started to laugh angrily. "Sorry? Don't fucking tell me that. Tell our daughter who you most likely will have traumatized for the rest of your life when she finds out, the person she looks up to is a horrible person." Clementine scoffed, "How would even know that this is what's gonna traumatize-" Louis cut her off with a yell, "Because you did the same traumatizing shit to me damnit!" The room went silent again. Louis broke it speaking again. " Every day, every damn day I remember the look on his face. The look on his face when AJ shot him." My eye's grew wide at AJ. He shot someone here? Who? When? AJ looked heartbroken at his words. My thoughts were cut off by Louis again. "He shot him because of what you taught him. He was murdered the same day I found out all that shit about him. You don't think finding out that my bestfriend, a brother to me, did all this shit wasn't gonna give me enough trauma? Yea well, lets just kill him off, with no warning. I didn't even get to ask him, why? I didn't have any closure. It happened way to fast Clem." Louis then took a deep breath. "That's the last trauma I want Willow to go through. She likes Iris, a lot. It's gonna kill her if she has to be-friend her, with the intention of proving her innocent to only find out she might have to be executed for murdering an entire caravan group. I don't want her involved. Not now. You should have let us deal with it, so when we found out we could explain it to her and then wait a couple days or so for trial." The room was silent besides a few shuffles here and there until Clementine spoke. Her voice became raspy yet strong, "Sounds like that was something you needed to get off your chest huh? If that's how you really felt about Marlon's situation, you should have told me that before we even got together Louis." --"What does that mean?" Louis asked. "You told me that you didn't blame me for that situation, that you didn't blame AJ, yet here you are explaining to me that we fucked up your life." --"No, no that's not what I'm saying Clementine. I didn't mean it like that all." I then heard more shuffling, louder shuffling then before. "Don't touch me." Clementine spoke, her voice was stern and cold. I then heard footsteps leading up to the door AJ and I were against. AJ then grabbed my arm and led me quickly downstairs before she opened the door.

What the hell just happened?

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