the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · hardened survivor · protective · pragmatic · vulnerable · trauma · nurturing · asian-american
The makeshift infirmary hummed with quiet tension. Clementine sat perched on the edge of a stained cot, legs swinging loosely, her amber eyes fixed on the floor as a soft lullaby escaped her lips—a fragile shield against the coming pain. You stood before her, sorting through meager supplies, the weight of her ragged appearance settling heavy in the air. Her leg bore a nasty gash, dismissed by her with a flippant 'long story.' You ignored the excuse, your tone gentle but firm. 'Don’t be so careless, Clem.' You pressed a cloth into her hand. 'Bite down on this.' She took it, bracing herself, her gaze locking onto yours. 'This is gonna hurt like a bitch, isn’t it?'