Q’s twdg october challenge 🎃 ↳ FIVE ; walk in the woods.

note: when they’re supposed to be out checking traps but instead they’re too busy holding hands and bein all soft and shit, gdi-

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Apart of @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale otp writing challenge

My participation to this challenge will focus around Lousim and Mitsim. And will also be set it apocalyptic world and the modern world.

Also, apologises in advance on all of them, there might be: swearing in some of these fics.

Four Months late. Oops

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Day Four: Gift

(Lousim/Mitsim)

Louis quickly scanned his surroundings. The abandoned, derelict shopping centre was quiet, despite the occasional screech from the old swinging signs. Most of the store windows were shattered, the glass covering the floor in a heap, wild flowers had managed to tangle their way around the building, tightly holding onto it in a cocooning hug.

Pulling his backpack tighter, Louis stepped into a store through the broken window, cursing quietly when the broken glass crunched beneath his booted foot. Louis inhaled as he stepped further into the store, the low groaning from a walker was heard, however, with a turn of the head, Louis was filled with relief. A walker was restricted, handcuffed to a metal rusting pipe, it’s bottom limbs cut away, a pool of blood and guts around it.

“You smell like shit,” Louis groaned, holding his nose briefly as he glared at the walker, “You know that? Absolute shit.” The walker groaned in response, “Glad we are on the same page you shit eater.” Louis grumbled as he began to walk around the store.

His hand was resting on his knife which was tucked away in a knife cover hanging from a belt buckle, the taped hand rough in his dry hands, although he couldn’t complain, the knife was handy, that’s all it needed to be, it didn’t need to be fancy, just plain Jane.

Louis slowly walked around the store, the shelves were ransacked, broken in half and full of dust. He wasn’t going to find an anniversary gift here anytime soon but he wasn’t going to lose hope. He wasn’t a pessimist, he was an optimist. Louis crouched down, slipping his hand underneath the small gap of the shelves, cringing when he felt the thick layer of dust rub against his equally dirty hand. Nothing but dead bugs, dust and rubble.

Sighing, Louis stood back up, wiping his hands down on his faded jeans. With another quick glance, he noticed - out of his perpetual vision - a door left open a jar behind the dismembered walker. Therefore, with a grin he walked for it.

“Excuse me,” Louis whispered as he stood by the walker. The walker liked the close proximity and grabbed a hold of Louis’ leg which caused him to shake, “No dude, you don’t want to eat me. I’ll taste like you… absolute shit. Honour that you want to eat me though.”

Louis slowly pushed open the door, a smile on his lips once he realised, this place hasn’t been looted. He wandered into the room, looking at the stacked toys and supplies. With a curious hum, he pressed his finger to his chin. Were people storing supplies here? Was he in a trap?

Shaking the thought from his head, he walked further into the room, a box tucked away in the corner catching his brown mesmerising eyes. Stepping slowly over, he looked down to the old donation box, a thick layer of dust lay atop most items in the cardboard. The cardboard box had taken some damage within the years of the apocalypse. The corners of the box were hollowed out, small holes now residing in the said corners due to water exposure.

Louis sighed as he lowered his weapon as he knelt back on the floor. He began to remove the toys, placing them down on the floor in defeat, none of them were good enough for him. Although he didn’t give up, he kept digging through the box, until he came to the final two items.

Picking them both up slowly, he looked at the smaller box before opening it up, the smaller item slipped onto his hands, his fingers holding it gently as he shook it, the makeshift snow particles falling in the stale water. A snow globe. It was fun, but it wasn’t a good enough present for an anniversary.

Louis grabbed the last item, a small black velvet box. An unusual item to be in a donation box - especially if it’s what he thought. Shaking, he opened it up. An intact green fluorite necklace in the shape of a crystal hanging from a rose golden chain, 18” - usually called a princess length chain.

“Perfect.” Louis grinned as he snapped the box shut again, shoving it into the inside pocket of his trenchcoat, it would’ve gone into his backpack, but he didn’t like resources being in there especially when a walker could grab him by it. Louis patted the necklace box as he stood up, his body stiffening at the sound of multiple undead moans.

“Shit…” Louis whispered to himself through gritted teeth, snatching his knife from the cover holding it tightly as he walked out of the door slowly, alert ready for any danger to come his way. He slyly shut the door, the sound of the mechanism clinking together made his scowl. A walker could’ve heard that, he shouldn’t have been so stupid.

Walking around the corner, Louis slipped out of the way he came, he began heading down to where Clementine was looting. His shoulder barged at the door, shoving the rotting wood open.

“Jesus Louis!” Clementine snapped as she had her hand clenched over her heart, “If I was more aware, I would’ve shot you several times! Don’t do that!”

Louis arched a brow, “Really?”

“Really.” Clementine glared as she stood up, patting down her multiple pockets before shoving her hand into her pocket and pulling out an object. “Here.”

“What’s that?” Louis asked, taking a hold of the object before gasping quietly, “I… would this fit him?”

Clementine nodded, holding up a piece of cotton, “I told him I could knit so I wanted the size of his fingers and tada, engagement ring.”

Louis bit his lip, “I… were not at that stage in our relationship.”

Aasim: Of course, everyone knows that

Louis: They originally originated in Grease

Aasim: Yeah Grease... Wait

Louis: *starts laughing hysterically and doubles over*