My first fic, mostly inspired by H8trzgonnah8te.

After a traumatic experience, Christa has to figure out how to help Clementine cope with the aftermath. But its easy to tell when something is broken, the hard part is actually fixing it.

Rape, Self harm, ect.


Clementine was never more scared than she was right now. With her wrist bound tightly together and a cloth stuff into her mouth, the child was horrified.

Christa was beside the girl, tied up as well. The woman was bleeding from a shoulder wound, having been shot.

The two were surrounded by scavengers, three men who had attacked Christa. Clementine had tried her best to help the woman, which resulted in her being chased by one of the men who she had desperately tried to fight off.

After biting the man, she was tossed to the ground. Before she could stand up, th0e man started hitting her.

With the threat of being shot, the child had no choice but to stop fighting.

She was forced back to camp and found herself seated beside Christa, who she quickly noticed was tied up. Christa immediately asked if the young girl was okay.

Before Clementine had the chance to respond, the man who had chased her forced a dirty cloth into her mouth. Despite the girl's struggles, he managed to tie her wrist.

"Just let us go. You're not getting shit from us." Christa gritted out, trying to ignore the pain in her shoulder.

The three men smirked, their eyes cold.

"But we will." One of the men said.

"Kid bit the fuck out of me. I say we should punish her." The man who had chased the child grumbled.

"How do you purpose we do that, Winston?" Another man asked.

"I don't know… What do you say we tie some heavy rocks to her legs and toss her into the river?" Was Winston's response.

Clementine's eyes grew wide at that and she fought back a whimper.

"Stop… Leave her alone… She's already scared." Christa said.

"She should be…" Winston chuckled and walked towards the little girl. "Boo!"

Clementine didn't even flinch. The child closed her eyes, hoping the man would leave her alone.

"Not going to bite anyone no more, are you?" He taunted.

Christa sent the men dirty looks. "What do you want from us? We don't have anything for you to take."

"Is that so…?" Winston asked, not looking away from Clementine. "Look at me…"

Clementine didn't. However, a sharp slap to her cheek caused her to do as the man told.

"Such gorgeous eyes." He muttered.

Christa immediately noticed the look the man was giving the child. "Leave her alone!"

"Shut it, bitch." Winston snapped before he turned back to the child. "Look at me. Don't look away."

Clementine kept her gaze cold as she looked the man in the eyes. She wasn't going to let him see her fear.

"You think you're tough, don't you?" Winston asked the little girl.

"Get away from her!" Christa called.

Clementine felt the man rub his hand over her cheek. She tried to pull back, but he grabbed her face.

"What're you thinking, Winston?" One of the men asked.

"What do you guys say we put these ladies to use." Winston replied. "She's pretty, ain't she?

"She is cute…" One of the other men said.

"We're gonna have fun with this one." Winston said

Realizing instantly what the men wanted, Christa's eyes widened with terror. "Stop this! She's just a child."

"Not for long." Winston said. The man began to strip the child, Clementine tried to struggle with Christa yelled at him to stop. He pinned her struggling form beneath him to stop her from escaping.

Clementine's eyes with wide with fear and confusion, as she tried to scream.

"Go on, try to scream. You'll be doing a lot of screaming soon." Winston said.

Clementine gasped as he ripped her shirt. Now exposed, the child couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Stop this! She's just a defenseless little girl!" Christa exclaimed.

"Bitch bit the hell out of my thumb. Not so defenseless, if you ask me." Winston said.

Clementine felt the man's rough, hand fumbling with her jeans. He managed to unzip them and yank them down to her knees. The child started thrashing wildly. The man's response was to hit the child once again.

The child let out a muffled scream as the man started to yank her panties down, tearing them in the process.

Tears fell from the girl's eyes as the man forced her legs apart and roughly forced a finger into her.

The little girl let out a scream.

As the assault continued, Christa tried to free herself. "Please, just do me instead."

"Oh, you'll get your turn… But we'd like to break the virgin in first." One of the men said. He had his gun aimed at Christa, just in case the woman tried something.

Christa felt useless as she was forced to watch her young charge be violated before her eyes.

Clementine fought against the man as he forced his way into her vagina. He didn't stop, not when she screamed, or cried, or struggled. Not when Christa begged him to spar her and let them be. He just continued, until the child had nearly passed out from the agony she was in.

When she thought, it was over, she couldn't have been more wrong. The men switched places, using the child to satisfy their sick desires.

Clementine managed to get the gag loose and started screaming loudly. She wanted it to stop. She had never felt such pain before. She screamed and hollered and eventually began crying for her mommy.

Christa felt her heart break, knowing she couldn't do anything to help.

Eventually all three men finished with the child and decided to check if the noise had drawn any walkers.

By the time the men had returned Clementine had passed out from pain and exhaustion.

Christa glared at the men.

"What? Jealous?" One of the men asked with a smirk.

"Of course she is Ralph." A second man asked.

"Your little girl was tight as hell." Winston smirked.

"You're fucking disgusting." Christa spat.

"Don't be like that. Eventually she'll learn to enjoy it." The second man said.

"Victor's right. It's only a matter of time before the little slut's begging to be fucked." Winston said.

Christa shook her head, a look of disgust on her face. She knew people like this existed, but she never thought she'd be in a situation like this one.

"Might as well get some shut eye. We're moving out in the morning." Victor said. "See, your girl's got the right idea." He motioned to the unconscious child with a chuckle.

If Christa had the chance, she would've shot those men, right then and there.

"How about we start a fire?" Winston said, picking up Clementine's clothes. "We got some fuel."

"You can't do that! She needs those." Christa protested.

"Not anymore." Ralph said.

Christa glared at the men as the set flames to her girl's clothing. Anger was coursing through her veins. She needed to figure out a way to get away from those people.


Hours passed before morning came.

With their captors finally asleep, Christa decided now was their chance to escape.

The woman gently called little Clementine's name, trying to wake the child.

Clementine awoke in a panic. She looked around, spotting Christa beside her.

"It's okay…" Christa said. "We're getting out of here."

Clementine said nothing as the woman attempted to untie her.

The little girl could feel pain in her lower regions, she just wished the hurting would stop.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" A voice demanded.

Christa looked to see Winston aiming a gun at her.

"Fuck off." Christa spat.

"You should watch your language. I'm in the right mind to-"

Suddenly an arrow flew through the air, faster than the speed of detection, and slammed the man in the head.

The man's movement stopped.

Clementine trembled a bit, letting out a few whimpers.

"What the hell?" Ralph said.

However, another arrow was fired.

Victor made an attempt to flee. He was hit in the shoulder by an arrow, but he managed to run off.

Clementine trembled as a man wielding a machete approached her.

"Hey… It's alright now." He said in a gentle voice.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Christa snapped.

"R-Relax… We're not going to hurt you." The man with the machete said. "We just want to help."

Christa shook her head. "Keep your filthy hands off my girl."

"He's right… We're just trying to help." The man with the crossbow made his way towards Christa slowly, he lowered his weapon and began untying her.

Meanwhile the other man had untied the shaking child. He picked the young girl up, the child appeared to be in a state of shock.

"Don't fucking touch my girl." Christa forced herself to her feet.

The machete wielding stranger didn't protest as Christa took the whimpering child from his grasp.

"It's alright now, Clem… It's okay." Christa said, rubbing the young girl's back.

"I uh, we have a cabin not far… You two are welcome to come back with us." The man with the machete said.

"That's not happening…" Christa replied.

"With all due respect, it might be in the best intentions of your girl." The man with the crossbow said. "We have a doctor…"

Christa tried to gather the remains of Clementine's clothes, which wasn't nothing but scraps now. The child clung to her as she tried to place her down. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Well… My word is all I can give… You'll just have to see for yourself…" The man replied, offering her his jacket which he had taken off.

Christa was silent for a moment, hesitantly accepting the jacket. She used the piece of clothing to cover Clementine up, while keeping the child in her arms.

The men watched with concern.

"Alright… But I just want the doctor to look at her, then we're gone." Christa said.

"Fair enough…" The older man said.

"I'm Luke… This is Pete." The machete wielder said.

"I'm Christa. The girl is Clementine…"

"Nice to meet you both." Luke said. "For now, we're going to take you back to our group. Like Pete said, we have a doctor with us. And you both look like you could use one…"