#twd louis

The old aquarium creaks with age, its glass tunnels smeared with salt and time, but to you and Louis, it feels like magic. A quiet, preserved world from before. The air inside is cool and faintly briny, shadows of forgotten sea life flickering across dark tanks as the last rays of sunlight bleed in through the cracked dome roof. The only sounds are your footsteps on the tile and Louis’s excited rambling.

He clears his throat dramatically, holding a crumpled page from a marine life book he found in the library.

“Did you know...” he begins, puffing out his chest. “That otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart? Romantic and functional.” He grins at you, clearly proud, before quickly flipping to another note. “Also! Seahorses, get this... the dads carry the babies. Like, actual pregnancy. We love a feminist icon.”

You smirk, only half-listening as you brush your fingers across the curved glass of an empty tank. A faded sign hangs crooked beside it: Pacific Reef Exhibit. The fish are long gone, of course—either dead or stolen, decades ago—but something about the way the light filters through the dusty water glass still makes it feel like something is alive in there.

Louis bumps his shoulder into yours. “You're doing the thing again.”

You blink. “What thing?”

“The broody staring. Like you're waiting for the ghosts of the jellyfish to come whisper the secrets of the ocean.”

You snort, even as you lower your hand. “Maybe I am.”

“You’d listen.”

“...Yeah.” You glance at him. “Maybe I would.”

The two of you walk in silence for a while, your footsteps echoing under the arched glass. Outside, the world has gone quiet. Cities swallowed by vines, highways cracked open by roots, the sky more purple than blue most days. But in here, it’s as if time has stopped.

Louis hops up onto the edge of an old shark tank and dangles his legs over the side. “I used to come to a place like this with my mom,” he says, voice soft. “She’d pack these terrible peanut butter sandwiches, and we’d sit by the penguins for hours. I thought she was obsessed with them, but I think she just liked the cold.”

You sit next to him. “What happened to her?”

He shrugs. “What happened to everyone.”

The quiet stretches again, but it’s not uncomfortable. Not with Louis.

You reach into your backpack and pull out the small wind-up flashlight you keep for emergencies. A flick of your wrist sends light bouncing off the glass, scattering over broken coral and long-dry rocks. You aim it up, catching motes of dust in the air like plankton. For a second, it almost looks like the water’s still there.

“I wish I could’ve seen it,” you murmur. “For real. Not just leftovers.”

Louis hums. “I think... we’re still seeing it. Just in pieces.”

You both fall quiet again, and this time it *is* uncomfortable—but only because there’s something you’re not saying.

He turns toward you. His knees knock yours. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You know how otters hold hands?”

You look at him. He’s not grinning this time. Not joking. “So they don’t drift apart,” you say.

He nods once, and slowly—almost shyly—he holds out his hand.

You take it.

Your fingers are cold, but his are warm, and the world outside is falling apart, but in here, under cracked glass and borrowed light, you are still choosing each other. Every day. Like otters. Like stubborn little seahorse dads carrying the future on their backs.

Louis leans his head on your shoulder. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” he murmurs.

“I don’t,” you whisper. “But I’m glad you do.”

Outside, the sky darkens. But inside the glass kingdom, there is still light.

I'm a Clouis Shipper guys💜🤎

Ah yes, the good ole’ “Louis just wants in Clem’s pants” style of comment every streamer and their mother has made about him back in episode 1 because he dared ask Clem if she ever had a boyfriend during the card game and was friendly towards her. Because god forbid a guy shows any kind of interest in a girl, am I right? I think people take the “Clem is my daughter” shit a little too seriously. For real.

Honestly, I 100% understand your frustration and emotional conflict you’re going through. I went through the exact same stuff back when the season was still rolling for all of those month and to see a character who means so much to you on a personal level and who you know has a lot of depth to them and who isn’t who they are at first glance - it’s fucking upsetting seeing people miss the point again and again towards them and slander them constantly. It really hurts.

But never let those people ruin what you love.

Everyone has different opinions and even if some of them can be ignorant or downright disgusting at times (the tongue incident part), you gotta just learn to ignore it and trust in your own judgement. The guy is just being an asshole and something you gotta remember is that most Streamers don’t actually give a shit about characters and reading into them as much as we do. They don’t always take time to sit back and reflect on the characters and why they act certain ways or care about how they develop. Most streamers only care about “entertainment” and getting through the game so they can keep their audience happy. So they’ll often act a fool and exaggerate stuff out of proportion because in their mind it keeps their audience engaged and more likely to stick around with them because they’re so loud or quirky.

90% of the people online who have streamed themselves playing TFS have probably never even glanced at it again since they completed it. And when you have people like that who don’t really care about the game and refuse to show any sympathy for the characters and instead mock them constantly - is their opinion really worth being valued and held to such a high standard to the point that it determines how YOU (someone who does care) personally feel about the game? No it’s really not.

{Fanart} Oh My Darling, Clementine (TWDS4 REDRAW)

love these two, that’s all ^^

Characters: Louis (Male) and Clementine (Female)