A Clementine x male reader fanfiction that goes through all the seasons of the game with extra bonus storylines. A reboot of my previous work, which was a fun read, but very poor quality.
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The four of you finally arrived to the Greene family farm. The truck stayed parked and you laid your head on the door while Clem slept on Lee's shoulder.
Shawn opens the door, stepping outside and talking with Chet.
CHET: Hey, Shawn... I'm a' run on home. Mama's gonna be in a snit.
SHAWN: No sweat, man. I'll catch you tomorrow night.
You opened the door and walked over to Shawn and Chet. Lee and Clementine shortly followed.
CHET: It was nice to meet you three. *waves*
Y/N: Bye.
Before any of you knew it, the Greene family door opened; an old man stomped towards Shawn, he just looked naturally frustrated.
OLD MAN: *somber* Thank God you're okay...
SHAWN: *hugs him* I was worried it'd be bad out here too.
OLD MAN: Quiet, as usual. Ol' Breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame but that ain't nothin' new.
You looked at Lee, hoping he'd translate the southern ramblings of this rural old man.
Y/N: *whispers* What did he say?
Lee didn't answer and the old man finally noticed you all.
OLD MAN: You've brought a couple guests.
Y/N: He saved our lives.
OLD MAN: *smiled* Glad he could be some help to somebody. *faces lee* so it's just you and your kids then?
You quickly cut in.
Y/N: He's our babysitter, watching us until our parents get back.
OLD MAN: Babysitter, hmm? Well that's good. *hands on hips* Looks like you hurt your leg pretty bad there, Mr. Babysitter.
LEE: Yeah, *groans* it's not doing so good.
OLD MAN: I can help you out. Boy, run on in and check in your sister. *points to Lee* You, take a seat up on the porch and I'll see what I have.
Lee limped onto the porch, with you and Clementine hastily coming up behind him as he sat down on a bench. The old man went inside and came out with a wrap of bandages.
OLD MAN: Let's have a look. *kneels* Yeah, this is swollen to hell.
