A/N:
Hello. I'm MidnightDarknessKat. Or Ny'Devine from WP.
I have taken the time to think about what story I should do and needed a break from Naruto fanfics. It gets annoying writing Naruto all the time , however, I know most of the character's name.
Besides that, I went back re-watching TWDG game play on Breleezey's Channel. And I can you not, he cracked me up through out the whole TWDG series. I even cried when he cried at the end of the game play.
The only choices I wished he chosen on Season 4 was to stay with Louis, but I understand picking the strongest member in the group AKA Violet was reasonable but man... His tongue got cut off. Louis is bae. He didn't deserve that punishment. So sad. LOL. Now I'm ranting. I saw other alternative endings too, showing that he's okay/ lost a finger/ living with no tongue but still having game. Yeah. TWDG a good series.
Enough about me rambling my thoughts. I hope you guys enjoy my story. I'm new to writing about game characters. I don't remember too much about some characters, only the main ones I'm sure about. I hope I don't go too OC on certain characters. If so... Oops.
Like I said before, my story on WP will be ahead.
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Please enjoy. And thank you for reading it.
Modern Period of The Walking Dead Game
High School AU
Modern world. Clementine lived with her adoptive parents, Lee and Carly Everette in West Virginia. During the summer, Lee received two letters; one about his promotion and getting a job opportunity to teach at a college level and the other one about Clementine transferring to a gifted and talented preppy high school. Excited to meet familiar faces, Clem anxiety kicks in when she had to play as the new girl in Ericson's Preparatory Academy High.
Chapter One: Two Letters
"Clem!" A woman called out from the bottom of the stairs. The woman known as Clem's adoptive mother, name is Carley. Her brunette bob was damped from her early afternoon shower. She stood at the end of the stairs, dressed in her silk lavender robe, taking a sip of her coffee. The coffee in her hand was getting bitter by the second as she waits for her adopted daughter.
Now thinking to herself, coffee shouldn't be her go to, but she had paper and online articles to look over for daily news updates. Her body is drained from over working herself through out the week. Her husband tried to convince her to take some time off, but she couldn't because she's the face for West Virginia News.
"...Yes?" Finally, the girl made herself present. Skipping two steps at a time to meet her mother's exhausted face. Carley took the time to have a good look at Clem's appearance. Clementine dressed herself in short jean shorts with a bright yellow hoodie, and combat brown boots. Her curly locks were tight and laid over her shoulders. The bobby pins held half of her hair, revealing a floral orange stud on her ear lope and an industrial bar of an arrow.
"Please be careful with Ava." The young six-teen years old Clementine nodded her head. Staring at her adoptive mother's dark brown unsettled eyes worried her. Clementine sighs deeply, letting out a soft chuckle. Of course, any mother would get worried.
"Ma, it's going to be fine. We just chilling at her place." Clem reassured her that everything going to be okay. She made her adoptive parents worry before and regretted the incident. Clem tries her best to be careful and not get into messy shit. Especially, around her neighborhood where most of them knows her small family.
"Okay. Text or call Lee or me if anything." She told her daughter as she pulled the young teen into a hug. Clem hugged back. They parted, from each other. Carley couldn't take her eyes off her daughter.
Clem headed to the door. Before she can do so, she took her house keys from the hook and stuffed it in her inner pocket of her yellow hoodie.
"Alright, I be back before eleven!"
"Eight!" Carley warned.
"It's already six, ma!" Trying to convince her mother, Carley gave her the owl stare. Clementine rolled her eyes up and sighed. She begged some more.
"At least nine thirty."
"Fine. Remember to call or text us." Carley smiled, as she gave a dismissive wave of her hand. She leaned against the kitchen counter as she watches Clem leave out. Carley sighs to herself. She shifted her head and eyed the wall in the living room with some pictures of Clementine as a kid to a teen.
Carley admired how beautiful she has gotten. Smart, strong, and sweet. Flashbacks of Clementine first meeting them at the orphanage were the best moments. Finding out Clem's parents were murdered during a burglary, broke the couple heart. Discussing Clementine's tragic story for a few days, they decided to take in seven-year-old Clem as their own. It took months for them to find the right child that needed the love and support. And choosing Clem was the best thing ever.
Lee signed Clementine into martial arts at a young age. When she turned eight, he felt like it was right for her to do an activity while he's busy with teaching night classes as Carley was stuck with paper work from the news station. He wanted her capable to be strong around tough crowds.
Carley picked up a picture of Clem in her martial arts uniform along with her best friend, Ava. Both grinning proudly with trophies in their palms. That's how Clem met Ava. The two never broke apart since.
Ava challenges Clementine, which Carley has no problem with. But Ava and Clem have been in some screw ups as they get older. Like drinking Lee's favorite sangria and replacing it with pepsi soda. Getting a tattoo to represent their friendship. It was their martial symbol, (the New Frontier symbol) which both decided to place it on the center of their nape.
Lee grounded Clem for three weeks. The parents couldn't believe a six teen years old having a tattoo without their permission. Although, they wouldn't approve.
Carley welcomes Ava with open arms but she's kept a third eye on Ava when pushing Clem over the limit. But if Clem's alright hanging with her, Carley must accept their friendship and trust them. For Clem's happiness.
Setting the frame pack on the wall, her legs dragged sluggishly towards her studies to go back to work. This going to be the death of her.
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"You, girls better stop giving me blueberry pies for tattoos." The man said with mechanical ink pen in his hand. The air in the room filled with lavender incense.
The tall gentleman name is Paul Monroe. People calls him, Jesus. Not because he has a groomed bread and long hair that is now in a messy bun. But because that's his middle name and he's a humble man. The man always cheerful, wise, generous, and lovable. The aura around him gives off a pleasant vibe. Not only that, he's very handsome. No time for dating or searching for his other half.
He's a chill guy who loves life.
Jesus's one of Clem's and Ava's martial art instructor. The girls dropped out from martial arts when they reached high school. Jesus understood, education comes first.
But he still sees their upbeat faces from time to time as they found out a few months ago he's a low key tattoo artist. Of course, he's the one that tattooed their nape with the Frontier Martial Art's symbol. He has one on his inner arm.
The girls love seeing him. He's their favorite bad ass cool older brother or uncle that they never had before. If anything goes wrong, Jesus is there to have their back. He knows their parents very well and would do whatever he can to protect them. They grew to him.
Since they knew about his double life, usually the girls bring in his favorite healthy snacks, vegan take outs, and desserts. He never turn food down. Man loves to eat. Especially pies.
"Where's the love in not giving you nothing but cash. We love feeding you, Jesus." Ava smirked. Jesus rolled his eyes. The corner of his mouth tugged. He really loves these girls.
Jesus went back to his work on the back of Clem's ear. Water coloring an actual clementine fruit. Ava got up from her seat to check out the almost finish art work. It suited Clem's tan skin complexion. The shades of orange popping out and the green leaf wrapping the bottom of the fruit like a ribbon. It was very...
"Cute. Very cute, Clem! Jesus the fucking dude." Ava said cheerfully as she whipped out her phone to snap a picture of it. Clem was resting on the chair side ways for Jesus to do his thing under a bright light.
"Don't show me yet. I want to see it when it's finish." Anxious to see the work now, she had to hold back her excitement and wait patiently.
"Aw shit!" He stopped. Clem's eyes widen.
"Don't fuck with me, man. Don't. You. Dare. Fuck. With. Me. We bought you two huge blue berry pies." She threatened. A stern look appeared on his face. Not believing them as he clearly sees one on the counter.
"The other one in the car. We WERE going to surprise you..." Ava skipped back to the chair and plopped her butt on it.
"Two? Ya shitting me?" He cursed. Ava smirked
"Bruh. We got chu. We feed big J!" Ava dabbed.
"Shit. Ya my favorite!" He laughed. Jesus dabbed back and continued touching up Clem new and fresh tattoo.
By the time he finished, Clem teared up from admiring it on Ava's cell phone. She ran up to embrace Jesus's torso, who was stuffing his face with a large piece of pie. Ava had to run out to get the other one box of pie.
"You're so kind." Clem chimed.
"Yeah, yeah. Go home and make sure ya take care of them." He patted Clem's head. Ava joined in the group hug. She had her tattoo done yesterday, therefore she's wrapped up. It took days for Jesus to finish it. On the side of her waist is a thorn of two red roses with army camouflage leaves. Relating it to her parents, her mother, Christa works in the force as her father Omid teaches history in Richmond High.
"Okay. Thanks a lot, Jeezy!" Clem and Ava winked at him. Jesus waves at them, happily eating the rest of the pie in peace.
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.
"Bitch."
"Biiiittchhh." Clem dragged as she examined the photo of her fresh tattoo.
"BIIIIIITTTTCCCHHHHHHHH!" Ava yelled. In a second, she and Clem looked each other and then busted out laughing in Ava's black Toy Corolla. The sun was gone and only street lights and cars illuminated the night. Soothing music was playing to break the silence during the ride.
"Now how are you going to hide this one from them?" Ava focused on the road. Clem shrugged. She eyed the digital time on the radio.
Nine sixteen PM.
"If they see it, they see it. It's just a tattoo... I don't want to get Jesus in trouble, so I'm making this my last one." Clementine dragged a sigh. Ava patted her best friend's thigh.
"I agree. I hope those curls hides it." She pointed out. Clem pulled on one of the stands, making it bounce back up. Hiding the tattoo before they left the tattoo shop, she had to flip her hair to the other side and pin part of her hair.
"Same. Lying to them gets harder each time." She complained. Ava grunted.
"Clem..."
"What?"
"Check my phone." Ava made a smooth turn to another street. The pulsing light from the phone grabbed her attention. Clem grabbed Ava's phone and opened a recent message.
"[Bae: Please don't forget about Marlon's party on July 16, Tuesday. K, Love you!] Kissy face and heart eye emojis. So... Are ya two... official?" Clem's dark brows scrunched.
"...Ugh...We're working things out, I guess." Her voice trembled. Clem is cool that her best friend is bisexual. Ava's parents accepted her openness to her sexuality but doesn't know about the lack of seriousness in a relationship.
"What's the problem?"
"Clem...I don't want to discuss this with you too. First her sister, now you?" Ava gradually made a stop at a red light. She sat back and adjusted her rear mirror. Checking out her tapper cut look. Pulling on her loose curls that hung on her forehead.
"Um. Okay. I just don't understand you with this relationship. And I love you and want you to be happy. Not ...to be under a rut." Clem took Ava's hand. Blinking a few times, she released a breath through her nostrils as she looked at Clem. Ava really found a sister and a bestie.
"Thanks. Sophie... We'll be...fine. Anyway... BITCH! You're coming to this party! Every teen around keeps talking about it on the media. I know you'll love it." She laughed wickedly. Started driving again.
"Ava!? Lee and Carley going to KILL me!" Ava brushed it off.
"C'mon, Tiny. I want you to meet other people I've been dying for you to meet. Like, you never bonded with Sophie as much or met Sophie's twin. Or-Or fucking Duck's friend, Willy. He's fucking hilarious when Duck and him together."
"Mmmm. I don't know. It's just... We been fucking shit up and my parents are..." Clem paused. She didn't want to touch this topic. But she couldn't ignore it. And she wanted Ava to understand her point of view. No doubt, Ava would.
"... I-I'm sorry. I'm setting a bad example again." Ava cupped her mouth. Clementine rest her hand on Ava's thigh. Giving it a squeeze.
"No, no. Don't belittle yourself. I love you." Clem smiled. Ava saw the small smile. She giggled. Feeling embarrassing for crying and shit. She wiped her tears.
"Shit...Fuck you. Always making me cry when it comes to you."
"Oh shut up..." Clem leaned her head on Ava's shoulder. Clem took out her phone and texted her parents in their group chat.
"I just want you to have some fun. Damn. It's fucking summer fucking vacation. Like, we finally in high school. Mind you...DIFFERENT HIGH SCHOOLS! Barely see or hang out with each other till the holidays or break." She exclaimed. Ava a year older than Clem. Of course, both have out standing grades but Christa, Ava's mother signed her up in Ericson's Preparatory Academy of the Gifted and Talented. Apparently, Ericson has a great amount of students successfully graduates colleges with a bachelor to a master's degree.
And Clementine was stuck in Richmond High. Poor at encouraging students to go to colleges. Either way, Carley and Lee made sure Clem be on top of her work.
"Fuck us. Guess I have to come up another lie." Clem insisted.
"Does this mean?..."
"...Hmmmmm." Clem stared at the window. Slowly taking the chance to eye Ava's goofy expression.
"Hmmm?" Ava replied. Glancing at Clem's honey hazel eyes. A small glimpse of shine sparkled.
"Hmmmmmm."
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?" Ava bounced her thick arched brows. Clementine smiled nervously.
"I'll think about it. Okay?"
"Yes! I'll promise to take care of you." The car pulled up in front of Clem's house. Clem got out the car.
"Like always. Text me when you're home."
"Okay. See ya, soldier." She saluted. Clem played along, saluting her off. Both cracked up. The black car smoothly drove off down the street. Clem made her way to the steps with her keys out.
Making her way through, she spotted Lee's shoes on the floor. Speaking of the devil, he popped his head out from the kitchen.
"Hey, sweet pea." A heartwarming smile spread on his face.
"Hey, Lee." Clementine smiled back. Kicking off her shoes before hugging him.
"What's wrong?" He asked her. Clem just stuffed her face in his chest.
"Just needed a hug."
"Okay. That's what I needed too." He hugged her back. Squeezing her with all his might causing her to giggle. He released her and directed her to follow him in the kitchen. He handed her two envelopes to her. One was teared open as the other one wasn't.
"Should I be concerned?"
"Oh no, sweat pea. Just read the one that's open." Clem did what he said, and her eyes went from minus signs to o's.
"Co-Congradulation, Lee!" She hugged him. On the letter, Lee got a promotion and finally became a college level history teacher at West Virginia University.
"Now read this one." He pointed at it. His arm hung over her shoulders. She teared the end of the envelope and pulled out paper.
"Clementine Everett, we, Er-Ericson Prep Academy welcome you with...Lee...What?!" Her voice trembled. Another figure stepped in.
"Go on Clem." Clarey encouraged her. With a slack-jawed expression, Clem continued.
"...welcome you with open arms for joining our family. We checked your performance in academics and would like you to continue to do so in our school. When you successfully graduate with great scores, you will receive a scholarship reward for any colleges. Congrats, Ms. Everett... Th-Thank you. Y-You guys making me cry." Clem hugged both of her parents. Carley and Lee pecked the crown of her head.
"It's all because you worked for it. We, three worked for it." Carley said. She even pulled out Clem's old uniform from Richmond.
"Now we can throw away this ol' thing and you can dress however you want." Lee grinned. The smile on Clem's wet face didn't leave. Too amaze how her parents revealed great news.
Most of her friends were in Ericson's Prep Academy and she was sick of it. It's not easy to get in. It cost money or brains and talents. She worked hard at Richmond. Did volunteer work. Joined their volleyball team. Passed all of her classes.
And now the day has come and her parent's finally approve that it was her time to put all her hard work into use.
