The Walking Dead Clementine X Male Reader

Chapter 42: Station House

You all make it to the station house. Luke puts his hands on his knees, and Rebecca sits on a fallen log, out of breath.

Rebecca: Who the fuck...was that back there?

Luke: I don't know.

Alvin: Looked like he had a gun on you.

Nick: That asshole drew on me! He was about to shoot.

Luke: Oh, was he?

Nick: I'm telling you, man, he drew first.

Luke: Well, that's not what it looked like to me.

You: Can we all just calm down for second? What happened, happened. There's nothing we can do, but move on.

Alvin: What did you see, Clem? Was that guy gonna shoot?

Nick: Fuck you, Luke. You've been on my case the whole week.

Luke: And why do you think that is, Nick?

Nick: Because you're an asshole?

Clem: He wasn't gonna do anything.

Nick: I know what I saw.

Luke: Either way, you coulda hit one of us.

Nick: Yeah, but I didn't.

Luke: Look, I...I know Pete was close to you, Nick, but you can't--

Nick: Don't fucking talk about him.

Carlos: Do you think he was with Carver?

Luke: I don't know. I... No. I don't think so. But he fell over.

Alvin: He fell off the damn bridge?

Carlos: We have to keep moving.

Rebecca: I can't. I need a minute.

Carlos: Fine. Luke, can I talk to you alone?

Carlos and Luke walk away to have their own conversation, Nick walks over to a bench at the station house.

Alvin: Hey, Clem, Y/N?

You both turn around.

Alvin: Either of you got anything to eat? Bec's dyin' here.

Rebecca: Alvin, I told you, I'm fine.

Clem: Sorry, I'm out.

You: Yeah, me too.

Alvin: Wish we still had those juice boxes.

Sarah: Yeah, me too.

Clem: That man said he had food in the station.

You: Yeah, you're right.

Alvin: Mind checkin' it out? Maybe we could spend the night here. Little small for us, though.

Rebecca: You could use a little downsizin'.

Alvin: You're one to talk.

Clem: Sure.

You: You got it.

Alvin walks over to the log.

Alvin: Thanks, guys. He says, sitting down.

You feel kinda bad for Nick. You know that he was wrong to do what he did, but you still feel responsible for Pete's death.

You turn to Clem.

You: I'm gonna check on Nick.

Clem: Why?

You: I can't help but feel like... he's like this because of me.