"I love her..."

Please do not automatically assume that my character is going to know who yours is if this is our first time interacting

Please do not claim that your character knows really personal stuff and/or everything about my character because it makes both the mun and muse extremely uncomfortable

Please do not claim that your character is a family member or friend/companion of my character’s without discussing it with the mun beforehand

It had been a sudden reaction that Becca regretted instantly; pulling her gun on a stranger. It was nice to see a new face, even though they could be dangerous.

However she felt, the rifle remained pointed.

Sensing this, Clementine took his arm once again and pulled him into the kitchen with her before the other girl started throwing questions and accusations.

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

It was getting harder and harder to deal with what was going on.

Becca had stormed out the house after an argument with a pissed Clementine and a sobbing Sarah. It wasn’t fair. Why should Sarah constantly bring up her family, when Becca was so unhappily missing hers?

Wait. That voice isn't Clementine's...

She whipped around, eyes wide. She couldn't make out the stranger in the dark, but the feeling of danger washed over her. A gun was pointed at her.

It had been a sudden reaction that Becca regretted instantly; pulling her gun on a stranger. It was nice to see a new face, even though they could be dangerous.

However she felt, the rifle remained pointed.

It had been a sudden reaction that Becca regretted instantly; pulling her gun on a stranger. It was nice to see a new face, even though they could be dangerous.

However she felt, the rifle remained pointed.

When Ben issued his warning, Clementine made an immediate decision; "Get in," She commanded to Ben, unlatching the gate to let him in. Becca and Sarah had stopped arguing to stare at the two, both confused. "He's coming in."

"But--"

"He's from my old group, Becca!" Clementine snapped. "You'd want to do the same if it was someone you cared about."

Her words shut Becca up immediately, but she stormed back into the house without another word to any of them. Clementine knew she shouldn't have said that, it would have made her think of her sister. She'd be upset. Clementine made a mental note to apologise.

Self, what’s wrong with you? Rick/Daryl or Beth/Daryl aren’t enough for you? Now you have to throw Beth/Rick in the mix too and then mix all three together? *is gearing up to write a long Beth/Daryl/Rick fic and feels nuts*

Her eyes were intent on him. Sarah was always one to lose focus on something easily, but could be more than aware whenever it took her fancy. Well, most of the time.

Was this tall man really the nervous Ben Paul she'd met all those years ago at that dingy motel? The boy who couldn't say boo to a goose or even look someone like Lilly or Kenny straight in the eye without becoming anxious. She bit her thumb nail, standing at the ground until he explained the leader of his last group.

Clementine's head shot up, wide dark eyes staring up at him. It couldn't be, could it? Clementine was so sure everyone in that old group was dead. They had to be. But maybe...

The words slipped put of her dry mouth before she could stop them; "Lee... Everett?"