Violentine one-shots (The Walking Dead)

Chapter XXII: Valentine's Day.

*Violet's POV*

As much as I hate Valentine's day, Clem always made it better.

Ever since we were kids, she would get me chocolates or flowers.

I always got her cards and candies. 

We've been together for almost 3 years now. 

In all my lifetime of me knowing her, I haven't gotten her anything special.

But tomorrow, that changes. 

I've been saving half of each paycheck that I've gotten since I was in high school and kept it going. 

I graduated like... 5 years ago. 

It's a lot of money. 

I'm so fucking tempted to touch it, but I can't.

So I made up a reason to spend some. 

On Clementine.

I love her that much. 

Louis' dad paid for my college tuition which would have been about 40,000.

I should have about... 95, 000 dollars.

Wanna know what that money is for?

Okay well, I'm gonna buy her a damn car. 

It's a way to show that I love her, so you know, I have to.

I know exactly which car she wants too. 

I didn't have to save that much money, but I'm extra as fuck when it comes to Clem. 

So what I wanna do is buy plane tickets to Florida, get a hotel suite, get Disney land tickets and enjoy the rest of the trip shopping. 

That's WAYYYY under 95,000 dollars, so the rest will go to buying a house and furniture and anything we may need... or want. 

.................................

I went out to buy Clem some roses and chocolates, which is her thing, so it's kind of a surprise.

I already had the Disney tickets, plane tickets and suitcases packed.

I called her boss and scheduled a vacation for her since last month which she knows nothing about.

So pretty much, everything is already handled. 

Today, February 14, will be a day she never forgets.

.................................

I unlocked the door to our apartment.

It wasn't easy with the tickets, her new car keys, flowers and chocolates in my hand. 

I finally stumbled in and placed everything down on the table. 

"Clem? You home?" I asked, knowing damn well she was home. 

I heard a noise come from our room. 

When I opened the door...

I burst into a fit of giggles. 

Clementine was on the floor, struggling to get her shirt off.

"Clem, you okay?" I checked on her, still giggling.

"It's not funny. Help me asshole. " She grunted. 

I smiled at her childlike situation and gently pulled the shirt from over her head.