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[jujkoo]

hi hey hello its been a while

art 👍

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[larkivarda]

some mystery for two legends

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[littlesugarwords]

Hi! I would love to request a reaction type fic for s2 of twdg. The summary is that the s2 gang react to Clementine killing Carver. She would kill him exactly how Kenny did. Thanks!

okay SO I wrote a request based on Clementine killing Carver but NOT how Kenny did it, but I can't find the request, so instead of just deleting it ima post it here. I can easily write the bat-beating one too (wow that sounds horrible out of context)

these are gonna be long so read under the cut : )

Luke: The ring of the gunshot hung in the air, and for a moment Luke thought everything was in slow-motion. All he could see as he turned around was Clementine, the gun aimed directly at Carver, her finger already pressed on the trigger. She shot him in the knee, wounding him instead of killing him. Carver hit the ground and cursed, attempting to crawl, seething as he started toward the child. “Clem!” Luke yelled, jumping for her. Another shot, right through Carver’s forehead. Luke got to her initially to push her behind him and instead pulled her into his arms. He could feel her shaking as she dropped the gun, weakly gripping his shirt. “He was going to--” “You’re okay, it’s okay.” He hushed, one hand on her back and the other on the back of her head, soothing her, or at least attempting to.

Nick: Nick closed her eyes, his stomach leaping into his throat. As much as he had his fair share of issues with Kenny, this was beyond cruel. This was crippling. Debilitating. Just as he was ready to turn away, despite whatever consequence was to recieve from Carver as punishment for doing so, he heard a pop. A loud pop. Cautiously, as if he was afraid to see what was happening, he turned around and spotted Clementine, her gun lowered, and a bleeding Carver collapsed on the ground in front of her. A pool of crimson began to spread around his head. Clementine turned, and the first person she spotted was Nick. Her eyes were pleading for reassurance. For something. For anything. “I had to.” She said softly. Nick could barely hear her over the shocked ringing in his ears. Nick could only nod. His lack of reassurance caused her eyes to well up. “I had to. He was going to kill him.” “I know,” Nick said, starting forwards toward her, not knowing what else to do. Feeling useless, he placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in circles as she cried. He was horrible at this type of thing but at a loss for words. Clementine had really done that for all of them, not just Kenny. “You did the right thing.” Was all he could think to say, even if it didn’t make Clem feel much better.

Carlos: Carlos could feel himself fighting back a scowl, not wanting Carver to turn around and witness his disdain. He knew, if that happened, he wasn’t the one that would suffer. Carlos could guarantee that Carver would go after Sarah. Just to torture him more so than her. Every fiber of Carlos’ being was to protect Sarah. He couldn’t risk anything. Luckily, he didn’t have to. Just as he was going to turn around, ushering Sarah somewhere else as to avoid the violence. A loud POP caused him to jump. He flipped around, only to see Carver stumble on his feet, a hole directly sent through his forehead. After a brief moment of stumbling, he fell back onto the floor, eyes lifeless and limbs limp. Carlos turned, eyes wide in horror at what he was seeing. Clementine, holding a gun, stared at Carver’s lifeless body on the floor. She slowly lowered her aim, then scanned the room, finally settling her gaze on Carlos. Currently, he was the only one willing to look at her and not the bloody bodies on the floor. Carlos only nodded, as though trying to reassure her. He was mortified that she believed that was the best solution, but he knew she did what she could at the time. Kenny and Clem had a history. She couldn’t let him go. “It’s okay.” He mouthed to her, watching how her shaking hands set the gun on the ground.

Sarah: Sarah was cowering behind her father’s legs, unable to stomach the sight. She could barely stand the sound of the radio cracking against Kenny’s face. Then, suddenly, BANG! Silence. Just as Sarah began to peak, Carlos lower his hand. “Sarah, do--” Before he could stop her, Sarah saw everything. The bloody heap that was Carver on the floor. Kenny, stunned, bleeding profusely from his right eye, Sarita weeping as she started for him. And she saw Clementine, lowering the gun she clutched with both of her hands. Clem turned to her, eyes wide and traumatized. “I,” she started, shaking her head, as though she wasn't aware of what had just happened. “I had no choice.” Sarah stared back at her, eyes wide and stunned, but had no way to respond. She didn’t know Clementine was capable of such things. She didn’t know how to feel. Most importantly, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what any of them were going to do.

Rebecca: Rebecca practically leaped out of her skin when she heard the gunshot go off. He was facing Carver, watching as his face twisted in pure enjoyment as he pummelled Kenny to the ground. But when the bang went off, she saw a shot of blood from his forehead and then watched him collapse in a heap. Her jaw dropped and, glancing past the bloody mess on the floor, she saw Clementine, lowering the arm that wielded the gun. Her breathing was ragged and terrified, even if she tried to downplay it for the group. It was moments like these that Rebecca remembered she was still a child, just attempting to seem strong for a group that she was trying to prove herself to. “He wouldn’t stop,” Clementine said, staring dead ahead at Rebecca as she spoke. “There was no other way.” Rebecca pressed her lips together and nodded, eyes soft and empathetic. “I know.” She said, gently. “You’re right.” Clementine lowered her gaze and dropped the gun to the floor, showcasing how deeply her hands were shaking. Rebecca walked forward without a second thought, kneeling in front of her and blocking her view from the body in front of her. Carefully, Rebecca took one of the child’s shaking hands in hers. “You did the right thing. You saved Kenny. And us.” Clementine nodded, but Rebecca could tell through her gaze that she didn’t believe it. She was petrified.

Alvin: Alvin closed her eyes and held his breath. With every crack of the radio against Kenny’s face, he flinched. If he could, if he knew it wouldn’t jeopardize the safety of his wife or future child, he would’ve body-tackled Carver right then and there, beating him to the bloody pulp that he deserves to be. Just as he was about to open his eyes - to see if Carver was almost done - there was a loud BANG! His eyes snapped open without a second thought. It was just in time to see Carver crumple over, only missing landing on Kenny thanks to Kenny kicking him out of the way. Kenny groaned and attempted to sit upright, Sarita a wreck as she rushed to his side, attempting to assess the damage, then desperately waving Carlos over. All Alvin could look at was Clementine, lowering her gun, but still clutching it between her shaking hands. Alvin was one of the first members of the cabin crew to believe Clementine was genuinely good and deserved a chance. The moment Clementine stared at him, she could her chest ache. She hoped she hadn’t lost that trust. Alvin nodded, giving her a sad smile, then open his hands to her. Clementine set the gun on the ground and darted for him. Alvin knelt down, wrapping her in a hug, holding her close as she shook from fear in his arms. “You did the right thing.” He assured her, holding her close, trying to keep her as calm as possible.

Kenny: Kenny was on the ground in utter agony. He could only pray that the beating was over and done with soon. At least then he would be blind or dead. Given how brutal the attack was, Kenny was beginning to hope for the latter. Just as he was attempting to speak - to yell, or plead, or do anything - he heard a loud pop. Then, he felt something warm on his forehead. When he opened his remaining good eye, it was Carver, a drop of his blood landing on Kenny, before he collapsed and crumpled on the floor beside him. He scrambled to a sitting position, making direct eye contact with Clementine, holding the gun. Her eyes were wide in terror. Before Kenny could speak, Sarita was at his side, attempting to assess the damage his eye had sustained. “It’s okay, Clem.” He reassured. “You did good. You did the right thing.” He called to her, as she seemed too frozen in fear to move. It wasn’t until he waved her close did she abandon the gun and rushed into his open arm, clutching him tightly and desperately. She couldn’t lose him too.

Sarita: Sarita could see Carver start for Kenny, and her gut twisted. Just as she started for her partner, ready to defend him however she needed, she heard a loud pop. She ducked instinctively, flipping around to see where the bullet had come from, and spotted Clementine, hands steady but eyes wavering, holding the smoking gun between both of her small hands. She didn’t move, merely maintained her aim as Carver collapsed, waiting to ensure he was dead. “Clementine?” Sarita managed out, voice shaking. Clementine’s eyes snapped to her, her hands slowly beginning to shake. “I couldn’t let him keep hurting him.” Her voice sounded fragile and terrified. Only then was Sarita reminded that Clementine, despite her bravery in their world, was still a child. “Oh, Clementine,” her heart was breaking in a slew of ways. Clementine just set the gun on the ground, fingers shaking and eyes watering, before slowly backing up and away. She couldn't make eye contact with anyone. Instead, Sarita drew closer, kneeling down, and giving her a gentle hug. She could feel Clementine’s silent tears.

Bonnie: Bonnie could feel her heart crash into her stomach at the sight before her, but she didn’t have the strength to fight it. Her stomach clenched with every punch Carver laid onto Kenny. She closed her eyes, wanting to turn away, but knowing she too would be punished if she did. Suddenly, BANG! Bonnie’s eyes shot open to see Carver crumple to the ground. She felt as though her legs would buckle out from underneath her as she turned around, spotting Clementine. Her eyes were wide, as if she was also stunned as to what she had just done, and dropped the gun to the ground. “I--” She cut herself off, staring at her hands, then her eyes darted around the room in a panic. “I couldn’t let him keep going.” She said, pleading with Bonnie. Without thinking, as though she was on auto-pilot, she knelt forward and hushed Clementine, holding her shaking hands. “It’s okay, you did the right thing.” Urgently, as though looking for backup, she turned to Luke, eyeing him nervously, hoping he would come through to comfort the child as well.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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[dakota1616]

ok be honest, which death was sadder?

lee everett’s death or joel miller’s death? why?

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[lynsneakersart]

Sarah and Clem cuz I miss them always

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[ericsonclan]

Reggie’s too fun to bully 😂

#twdg #twdg meme #twdg reggie #twdg clementine #twdgs2

[lynsneakers]

Do not be fooled, even if I do not outwardly talk about em,

I constantly think about twdgs2 cabin fam still to this day

[twdgameconfessions]

I feel like the reason why Kenny was painted out to be so “amazing” after season one was mainly because we were now experiencing things from Clem’s side of the story. She was just a kid when she first met him and most of her experiences with him were familial-like and she perceived him as a father figure. From her perspective, she mainly saw him under a positive light for all he had done to keep her and AJ safe, so of course in the seasons where we play from her point of view we aren’t going to see an equal mix of the good and the bad. We got a slightly bias version of Kenny, because in her eyes, the way we see him shown in seasons 2 and 4 is how Clem viewed him.

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[pumakaji64]

Getting flashbacks to how the fandom and actual fucking people who worked on the game would treat Sarah from TWDG S2 and yeah i’m still fucking mad

They made this obviously ND character and treated her like dogshit and almost no one in the fandom seemed to take any issue with it back when that game was releasing episodes...

#sarah twdg #twdg #twdgs2 #sorry for trauma dumping in these tags way back when in my defense I was going through it LMAO

[joycem27]

Riley's dad from Inside Out low-key looks like Kenny💀

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[jujkoo]

luke and sam the dog!! it was at first a doodle requested on my instagram but i loved the idea so much i had to make a digital piece of it.

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[larkivarda]

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[littlesugarwords]

A scenario where the s2 cabin group stop to rest by a campfire for a little but but while they get ready to sleep they see Clem stay a bit farther away from the others and away from the campfire. How do they all react?

more angst YES

Luke: Luke stretched, easing himself onto a log around the fire, keeping his hands warm. Just past the flames, Luke glanced up, spotting Clementine in the distance, shrouded in the darkness, seemingly laying her bag down on the road. “Clem?” She glanced up, pausing. Without another word, Clem roped her bag and wandered over. “Come, sit.” Luke said, gesturing to the open spot beside him. Quietly, Clem did. “What are you doing all the way over there?” Clem shrugged. “It seems nice and quiet.” “And here doesn’t?” He asked, gesturing to an open spot near the fire. Clem merely looked at it, but didn’t respond. “Is everything okay, Clem?” She hesitated for a moment, looking down at her hands in her lap. “It’s hard to relax when I’m around everyone.” She said faintly. “It’s hard to trust that I can stay that close.” Clem knew she could trust Luke. To anyone else, she wasn’t sure if she would confess such a thing. Luke frowned, pitying the young girl. “Hey,” he said softly. “If you’re not tired yet, just hang here with me. Stay warm, then you can go over there to sleep.” Clem nodded, even though Luke knew he would watch over her the moment she went to bed. He didn’t want her to be that far away. Her worried about her.

Nick: Nick knew this would only be temporary, but it didn’t make things any better. He hated nights like these. Sleeping on the dirt killed his back, but it was better than nothing at all. Before he crawled into his sleeping bag, he turned to the fire to ensure it was safely burning. That’s when he spotted Clementine, a ways off into the darkness, away from the fire, curling into her sleeping bag. He glanced around, noting everyone else was asleep, and drew closer. “Why are you all the way out here?” “It’s quieter.” Clementine said, without turning to look at him. In reality, she didn’t want to get too attached. She knew she shouldn’t. It was only going to cause more hurt later. Aren’t you cold?” “I’m fine.” Clementine was laying down, clutching her makeshift pillow, eyes closed. Nick frowned. He felt for her. He knew what it was like to isolate yourself. She must have struggled through so much. She was too afraid to get close to them, emotionally and, now, physically. “Try to have a good sleep.” Clementine said nothing, curling into herself, already feeling the chill of the cool night air.

Pete: Pete would sigh to himself, stretching his back after setting up his sleeping bag. He had made the fire and hauled the wood, and he could really feel it in his muscles. As he turned to rest by the fire, taking a sip from the wine bottle they had saved from the cabin, he spotted shuffling in the distance. His hand instinctively went to the knife on his hip until he realized what it was. He took a quick swing and wandered over. “Clem, what are you doing?” He turned, seeing just how far she was from the fire. “You’ll freeze over here.” “I like the cold.” Pete hesitated, then sat down, registering what was going on. “What’s really going on?” “I like privacy.” “Clem,” Pete pushed gently. He knew a broken person when he saw one. He also knew an anxious, distrustful person. “I know something’s eating at you.” Clementine closed her eyes. “It’s just hard to sleep that close to other people.” She confessed. Pete nodded, his heart pained for the child. “I’ll stay and take guard if you’d like to sleep closer to the fire,” he offered. Clem hesitated, eyes opening. “Maybe.” Was all she said. Pete knew he couldn’t push it, so waited for her to make the decision herself. One day at a time. One step at a time.

Carlos: Carlos ensured Sarah was in her sleeping bag, ready for bed, before he turned to the fire. He was going to control it more and sit awake, unable to sleep after such a day. His mind was too active. Just as he went to tend to the flames, he heard rustling in the distance and turned, spotting Clementine curling into her sleeping bag and falling asleep. He didn’t hesitate and went straight to her. “Clementine?” She opened her eyes without moving her already-resting head. “Why are you all the way out here? There’s plenty of room.” “I’m okay.” Clem said, closing her eyes again, as if to ignore him. “I like it out here.” “You’ll get too cold during the night.” “I’ll be fine. I’ve slept in worse.” Carlos frowned, hands on his hoops at how stubborn she was being. If she was his child, he would’ve pulled her right to the fire. But, she wasn’t. Instead, he left without a word, but set a folded up extra blanket beside her in case she needed it throughout the night.

Sarah: Sarah found nights like this scary but exciting. It felt like a sleepover. She’d barely had any of those before the world seemed to collapse at the seams. What made it actually feel like a sleepover was Clementine - someone around her age. They could gossip all night over whispers and soft giggles. As Sarah turned around, searching for Clementine so she could pull her sleeping bag closer, but couldn’t see her. In fact, she couldn’t see her anywhere. “Clementine?” She called nervously, not wanting to wake the others. “What?” Came a soft reply, off in the distance. Sarah picked up her bag and drew closer, spotting Clementine in the corner of their small, enclosed area. “What are you doing all the way over here?” “I like the privacy.” She said passively. Sarah hesitated, turning around and staring at the fire, lighting up the filled sleeping bags full of their team. With a deep breath, Sarah laid her sleeping bag down and curled in. “I’ll join you.” Clem didn’t dispute her decision. Clementine watched with one eye open, shocked she was even willing to. “Gosh, it’s freezing over here.” Sarah mumbled, curling herself deeper into her bag. Clem smirked and closed her eyes, feeling cozy with her friend by her side.

Alvin: Alvin sighed, stepping away from the fire to cool off. He had been the one to arrange the logs around the fire, keeping everyone close to the heat. As he wandered away, he spotted Clementine, resting in the corner, curling into her bag. “What are you doing all the way out here?” Alvin asked, setting his hands on his hips. Clementine glanced up, sitting upright in her bag. “It’s nice over here.” “Nicer than by the fire?” “Quieter.” Alvin hesitated, slowly connecting the pieces together. He had seen it before with Sarah; isolation. She was overwhelmed with all of the changes. She was too young to deal with everything the day had offered her. What this world had offered her. “Well, at least let me bring you another blanket, okay?” He asked gently. “Then, I’ll leave you be.” Clementine only nodded, not wanting to argue. Besides, it was chilly in the corner. Maybe it would be nice. Besides, Alvin had always looked out for her right from the moment they first met. He always knew what was best.

Rebecca: Rebecca groaned as she eased herself into a seat. She needed to sit up for a while before attempting to go to bed. Her back was already killing her thanks to her pregnancy, and needed to sit upright to stretch before she fell asleep on the dirt road they were stationed on. Noticing shuffling in the distance, Rebecca’s heart tensed. Then, Clementine emerged from the shows, adjusting her hat and going for a sip of some of their clean water. “Clem,” Rebecca said, an eyebrow raised. “Come here.” Clementine hesitated, then caved and drew closer. “What are you doing over there?” Now, Clem raised a brow. “Getting ready to sleep?” Rebecca scoffed. “No you’re not. All the way over there.” Clementine said nothing. “Bring your sleeping bag closer.” “I like it over there.” Rebecca paused, studying her expression. It was blank, empty, as though there was nothing left inside of her. “Are you going to be warm enough?” Clem nodded. Just as Clementine turned around again, Rebecca stopped her. “Take this at least.” She said, handing Clementine a tattered old blanket. ‘It’s the only extra we have.” Cautiously, Clem took it, nodded in thanks, then continued on her way. It wasn’t a lot, but it was all Rebecca could think to do.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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[dakota1616]

“when i get there you better not be a clementine doodle on an assignment about imperialism.”

me:

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[chloenadine]

Goodbye Clementine, and thank you Telltale for The Walking Dead Game

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[aesthetic-survivor-of-twd]

I just realized what bothers me so much about season 2 is that it’s a bunch of adults having temper tantrums at a child. Kenny, Luke in episode 4 of you don’t agree with him, Bonnie, Nick, Rebecca in episode 1, Troy, Carver. The entire season is almost uncomfortable for me to play because of it.

Honestly I completely understand where you are coming from and agree.

I feel like making Clem playable was a great decision in the long run (as we have all seen concluded from the tfs). However, as interesting as the concept is of having a child be your playable character and having to make tough decisions... it also presents a few issues. Namely being the other characters in the game relying on a small child for guidance and help.

Part of the fun in playing choice based games is seeing how much you as the player affects the other characters and the world around you as a result of your decisions. To play as a child brings a lot of interesting potential but it can also skew the believability of the story depending on how it's handled.

In all of Telltale's games the main character is responsible for many of the decision making. In S1 we played as Lee (a grown man) who ended up becoming the leader of the group and his story was based around taking on the responsibility of keeping those around him safe - all of the characters depended on us for survival.

In season 2 they tried to recreate that same connection with Clementine but it doesn't work too well because Clem is a little girl and realistically speaking, a group of adults just isn't going to listen to a kid or expect her to work miracles constantly.

But because she is the player, we kinda have to go down that route if we want to actually have an effect on the story (though I actually think it could have been avoided and written in a realistic way if they ever redid it). So then you get characters like Kenny treating you like you're still playing as Lee and the cabin group expecting you to be their guidance counsellor all while doing sneaky ninja missions on the side.

I think the biggest instance of this silliness that actually made me laugh in disbelief is when Bonnie gets pissed at you for listening to Luke and starts spouting on about how you think you can get away with stuff because you're a kid and it's like...? Lady, I just spent 2 weeks doing Metal Gear Solid levels of stealth missions and putting myself in the brunt of danger just to protect you all. It's not my fault that a child has better listening skills and more common sense than you. I've got enough trauma for a lifetime and you shouldn't be disappointed by the results when you look to an 11 year old for advice.

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