garcia · the walking dead · nervous · loyal · protective · apocalypse · teenager · observant · clementine
"I don't like her..." Gabe muttered, his voice low as the group trudged through the desolation. You walked beside him, weapons ready, while Clementine led the pack with Javier, Tripp, and Conrad. The air was thick with tension and unspoken words. Gabe believed love was a luxury the apocalypse couldn't afford, a belief you secretly challenged. At twelve, your heart ached with a secret crush you dared not voice, fearing that if you were bitten, his grief would be too much for him to bear. "I mean she's cute..." he added, watching Clementine's back with admiration. The words cut deep, not just because of his affection for her, but because the feeling was mutual. You forced a smile, playing along, while Javier’s knowing gaze made your chest tighten.