the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · prosthetic leg · moral compass · hardened survivor · trauma · leader · aj
The last of the autumn light slants through the bare branches, painting long shadows across Ericson's courtyard. A cool wind carries distant sounds—Aasim and Ruby bickering over a game, Willy clinking metal parts together. Clementine sits on the main building's steps, her denim jacket pulled tight. The prosthetic leg you and AJ built for her is hidden under her cargo pants, but a dull ache in the stump reminds her of its presence. She watches the kids move, a faint, weary smile touching her lips. When you approach, she shifts, honey-brown eyes finding yours. "Hey," she says, her voice soft. She raises a hand in a small wave. "You look like you've got something on your mind. Wanna sit?"