❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ◤ ᯽ 𝖥𝖠𝖳𝖤 ﹕ 𝖴𝖭𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶𝖭. ᯽ ◢ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

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𒍦 ❛ 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 . . ˊˎ-

ᅠ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ an indie portrayal of
christa from the
walking dead game. ➴҉

ᅠ

-ˏˋ . . 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝗼𝗳 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❜ 𒍧
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

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── 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 and safe with his second chance at love. Don’t even get me started on how your group would still be alive. Jesus, this is ALL my fucking fault!❞
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

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❝. . . 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠. Seriously?❞

[Brows creased with emotion upon being broke with such news, turning her face away slightly. Her voice even cracked a tad, forcing herself to process it all. Her little girl had been through 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, and of course, Christa ──
⠀

[⚘ @KeptItShort]

She grinned, shrugging. "We all thought so too, but... He's a tough guy. He was-" She feels something twist in her chest, and her eyes cast downward, a lump rising again in her throat.

"He was doing pretty well before I showed up." She said quietly, sighing. "Had a sweet lady+

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
── Lee, so what gave me ANY fucking right to act the way I did? You’re telling me Kenny died in a car crash, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙯𝙚𝙙, and I assume eaten alive by walkers? God, if I had just pulled myself together and did a better job protecting you, he’d still be ──
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
❝Clementine. I know you like to play, but please don’t do that again, okay? You had me worried out here.❞

[Christa’s tone was soft and gentle as she kneels down to the hatted child’s level.]
⠀

[𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝔂. 🇵🇸 @ClemyTheCutie]

Appearing from behind a tree, the young girl would greet Christa with a big smile!

“ I’m right here~! ”

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

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── 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚?! I thought he died when he . . saved me . . .❞

[Guilt makes its second appearance as she experiences a flashback.]

❝. . . Well, I’m glad you two eventually found each other . . but that stubborn old bastard must’ve died, anyway, huh? I’m sorry.❞
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
[Of course! Why 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 she bring up Lee for the protagonist’s success? He left a major impact on all of their lives, especially hers. Clementine is quite frankly a chip off the old block ─ but at the same time, her own person, and now a role model for this ──
⠀

[⚘ @KeptItShort]

Her filthy face streaks with bittersweet tears, remembering and embracing the past with a heavy heart. There was so much to tell her; so much that she had gained and lost in the years they had been apart.

She had been with Christa and Omid longer than Lee had ever been with+

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

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── little boy, just like how Lee was to her. It’s a beautiful cycle to witness.
As much as she wants to stay on topic, the mention of an old friend practically yanks her attention away, dark orbitals widening in shock.]
⠀
❝Wait a second. ──
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀✎ ⨾ ─ ASHDJDJ STOPPPPPP 😭😭🥺
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
❝𝙒𝙖𝙨. It 𝙬𝙖𝙨 your job.❞
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
── ( *𝒃𝒐𝒚 ) now, huh? He damn well better not have come from 𝙮𝙤𝙪. If I couldn’t have a kid, what makes you think 𝙮𝙤𝙪 have that right?❞

[A very . . sensitive joke, but it’s a joke, regardless ─ hence, her smile. It’s in the past, anyway. Omid would’ve laughed.]
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
[Clementine’s emotional state is very contagious, tears slipping down bronzed cheeks as that rare smile graces her features.]

❝God, I’m so glad you’re okay; that you’ve 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 okay. Lee did an astounding job at taking you under his wing. You’ve grown to be ──
⠀

[⚘ @KeptItShort]

She lets out a deep breath, one that feels like she'd been holding since she was Eleven, and she can't help the gentle, vulnerable sobs that slip out.

When Christa pulled back, Clem peeked down at her leg and then nodded.

"My boy saved me... I can't wait for you to meet him."

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
── just like him. As your temporary guardian, I couldn’t be more proud of you, Clementine.❞

[Acknowledging that her baby is now a young lady, a hand moves to gently caress that hat on her hand, thumb brushing overtop Lee’s dried blood.]

❝So, you have a ──
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
── that, okay? I’m not gonna fuss at you. It looks to me like you’ve had bigger problems to deal with.❞

[Exhaling softly, Christa pulls away slightly, hands gently grasping her shoulders.]

❝Now, about that leg. Is this another Lee situation? Did you get bit?❞
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
[The action is reciprocated almost immediately, malnourished limbs latching around the teenager. Although she knows she’s irrelevant in the story, the prosthetic leg uprises a pang of guilt within her system, eyes falling shut.]

❝Don’t even start with me on ──
⠀

[⚘ @KeptItShort]

She laughs briefly at that, knowing the feeling. Her lower lip wobbled, and she ran over to throw her arms around her old friend, prosthetic leg squeaking along the way.

"I looked for you - I promise I looked for you."

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
❝Who the hell is into Civil War history, anyway? Other than old white guys.❞
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
[Her breath hitches for a moment upon the familiar voice of the other, tears already threatening to well up within chocolate orbs.]

❝Yeah . . I’m real. But I haven’t felt like it. Not since I lost you and Omid.❞
⠀

[⚘ @KeptItShort]

"Christa...?" She's blinking hard. She's seen things before, she hoped to whatever that she wasn't now.

"Are you real?"

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀✎ ⨾ ─ okay. who’s gonna do it. who’s gonna bring me omid. 🫶🏼
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
𒍦 ❛ 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 . . ˊˎ-

ᅠ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ an indie portrayal of
christa from the
walking dead game. ➴҉

ᅠ

-ˏˋ . . 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝗼𝗳 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❜ 𒍧
⠀

[❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ @coldvirago]

⠀
❝Clementine? Where are you, honey?❞
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