Hey! Happy Valentines Day! Aaaand I'm still all alone. Great.
Sorry it's so late!! I completely forgot about this...

Anyways! I'm sick and I sound pretty damn sexy, so let's make some sexy one shots, amiright?? No? O-okay.... Fluff? OIT!
How about for TWDG Ben? He doesn't get much love
I'm not gonna be following the script, so the Andy and Danny St. John aren't gonna show up, and Travis will live. Got it? Got it.
Oh! And Kenny is the readers father. NOW we're good!

WAIT

NO WE AREN'T

WARNING: Contains the following-
•Low self-worth
•Anorexia
•Cursing
•Partial nudity (its... NO. NOT THAT WAY)
Okay, NOW we're good.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

"Ya think your dad and Lee are doin' any better out here?", Mark asks.
"I dunno... I'm hoping better.," I sigh, looking down at my ax.
"We gotta have hope here, (Y/N). Especially now," Mark says, looking to me.
I look straight ahead, not bothering to answer.

Steps catch my attention. I crouch down, slowly walking in that direction. A wide grin spreads across my face as I spot a muscular buck in the clearing.
"Mark, look!", I whisper. "That buck could last for weeks! Maybe months!"
Mark gasps quietly, slapping a hand over his mouth. "You take the shot, you have a better chance."

I eagerly line up the gun, and—

BANG!

The sudden noise was so loud it maked my bullet only just graze the bucks tail, and it runs away.

"DAMNIT!", I yell, punching a tree next to me. I didn't care about my now bleeding knuckles, I had just fucked up a chance of survival.

This time, a shrill scream pierced the air. It sounded like a man, and that caused me to panic.

"Holy shit, is that my dad?!", I panic, sprinting towards the noise.
"(Y/N), wait up!", Mark calls, chasing after me.

I jump into a clearing, spotting two boys who looked around my age, and a man, who's leg was caught in a bear trap.
My father and Lee jumped into the clearing. "What the hell happened?!"

"Please don't hurt us!", one whimpered.
"Travis, maybe they can help us!", the other suggests.
"Ben, they look like the ones who raided our camp!"
"Travis—"
"My Dad was special forces, I know what I'm doing!"
"Yeah, no you don't," I growl. "Otherwise you would be OUT of here!"

The boy, "Travis" froze.

"Jesus, what the he—" I was cut off as growling began to become audible. "Shit..."

"We gotta go!", my dad demands.
"No! I ain't leaving unless they come with us. They're survivors, too! Hell, only ones my age left."
"You have your brother and Clementine."
"They aren't even in double digits!", I counter, swinging my ax behind me and penetrating a walker's brain. The boys cower down in fear.

"(Y/N), see if you can get him out of that trap! Me and Kenny got your back!", Lee orders, turning to shoot the walkers.

I leap over to the man, crouching down and searching for the release latch. I used to go hunting with my dad, and he taught me about that incase I ever stepped in one.

"Shit...", I curse.
"W-what?", one of the boys, "Ben" if I recall correctly, asks.
"There ain't a release latch!"

I sigh, taking my ax and raising it above my head as I get up. "Think happy thoughts," I tell the man, and despite his endless pleas, I bring down the ax on his leg, and a scream of pure anguish and pain fills the forest.

"GOD—FUCKING SHIT!", the man cries, tears streaking down his face. "PLEASE STOP! GOD DAMNIT! GOD FUCKING STOP! YOU'RE BATSHIT—GOD—CRAZY!"

"So I'm told," I grunt, bringing down the ax again.

And a third time.

All that remained was a small bit of muscle, as the bone had been completely cut through.
I bring down the ax again, and stare, confused, as the screaming had stopped.

Looking up, I see the man had passed out, and the two boys looked absolutely horrified. Travis ran, puking by the trees.

"H-holy...", Ben muttered, grabbing and pulling at his hair.
"He just passed out!", I yell over the growls and groans of walkers.

I stare with wide eyes behind Ben as Travis is pushed to the ground, fighter off several walkers at once.
I push past Ben, hacking at the walkers and pushing Travis out of the way, only to be tackled myself. "SHIT!"
"(Y/N)! Fuck!", my dad yells, shooting at the walkers atop of me. The blood splatters, covering my face and clothes.
I groan, pushing the bodies off and standing up, brushing as much blood off as possible.

Remembering the situation, I sprint over to the group, running back through the forest with them.
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"DON'T SHOOT!"
"WE'VE GOT WOUNDED!"
We burst through the gates, and Mark sets the man on the truck.

"What the fuck is this?!", Lily snaps, glaring at me.
"We found these guys in the woods. That guy's leg was in a bear trap and I cut his leg off," I say simply. I'm not one for over exaggeration.
"Does it look like I give a flying shit about that?!"

"What the fuck is going on here?", Larry growls, stomping over. "What the fuck?!"

Ben cowers behind me, his wide blue eyes looking from Lily to Larry.

"Listen, they were in trouble!", I groan, crossing an arm over my chest and resting my elbow on that arm, placing my head in my hand.
"I don't give two flying shits! They're nothin but mouths to feed!"
"Exactly!", Lily agrees with her father.

"Well, too late now, isn't it? Who knows what they've been through! Maybe even worse than us!", I argue.
"We need to focus on ourselves,
(Y/N)! Not some damned strange boys!", Lily begins to shout. "You know what! Fuck you! YOU hand out rations today, if you think we have so much damned food!"
"That's not what I sa—"

"I'll do it," Lee steps in. "(Y/N)'s a kid! She's only 17, you shouldn't be putting this stress on her. You're crucifying her!"
"And she's almost 18. She needs to learn what it's like to be an adult, for Christ's sake."
"I'll do it," Lee offers again, yet it sounded more like a demand.

Lily growls, stomping over to the RV. She bends down, snatching the rations and stomping back over.
She held them out: three packs of cheese and crackers, two apple halves, and two pieces of jerky. "There, have a fan-fucking-tastic time."

Lee stares at the rations sadly. 7 rations for 13 hungry people.

"Come see what I drew," Clementine pleas, grabbing Ben's hand and tugging on it.
"What?! No, I—"
"Just come on, please?", the girl gives puppy eyes.
"Ben, just come on," I sigh. "We just have to wait."

Ben pauses, be fore sighing, giving into the girl's pulling.

She sits us down and begins to color on a large piece of paper with a little boy. "My name's Clementine! What's yours?"

"This is Ben, and that's Travis."
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"Look what I drew! Guess what it is!"
"A.... dog?"
"Oh! I know! A goat!"
"Noooo!"
"That's a very nice Cat, Clementine," I say.
"See! She gets true talent!"
I laugh at Clementine's childish antics.

Ben stares at me with wide eyes. I keep looking ahead at the drawings Duck and Clementine were creating.

"Earth to Ben....", Travis whispers, waving a hand in front of Ben's face. Ben jumps, and I send him a questioning look.
"What?!", Ben whispers back.
"You were totally staring RIGHT at her tits!"
"What?! No way."
"Suuuuureee...."

"What are tits?", Clementine asks.
Ben, Travis, and I freeze. I send them a glare.

"U-uhh.... it's something you should never repeat Clementine," I say sternly, pointing at her.
"Oh.... sorry."
"You're alright. Just... don't say it again, okay?"
"Okay!"

I send a glare over to the boys, particularly Travis, and go back to watching the two kids draw.

"(Y/N)," Lee says, tapping me on the shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"You need to eat, along with the other kids here."
"You know I ain't a kid no more? I'm still 17."
"I know, but—"
"Lee..."
"(Y/N)! You haven't eaten in nearly two weeks! You're gonna starve!"

Ben and Travis stare at me, jaws dropped at Lee's words.
It was no wonder I was anorexic. I always denied the food I was given, and only ate if I was forced to. I believed I was a burden to the group. Because at the beginning, I was more well fed than ANYONE, I thought I was a burden. I AM a burden.

Lee sighs, giving out food to the other kids, before throwing an apple half at me while he walks away.
"OW!", I complains, holding my nose where it had hit me.
"You asked for it!"
"Like fuck I did...", I mutter, biting into the much welcomed food.

As I finished my apple, my stomach growled again. "God damnit..."

"Here," Ben says, holding out his cheese and crackers. "I didn't eat too long ago, you need it more."
"A-are you sure? I mean—"
"Yeah, I'm sure."

I take the small packet and stare at it for a moment, before lunging forwards and hugging the boy. "Thank you..."

09 Months Later, 0519, Feb. 14, 2013

I sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

'What the fuck is he doing to me...'

Groaning, I roll over, slamming my face into my pillow.
That boy... that God damned boy is gonna get me killed.

The fucking boy... Ben. Him and feelings are gonna get me killed. Him and Travis were put on watch.

They did teach a thing or two. After Katjaa had called me over to help her with the man, he was already dead. He came back and almost killed me, and everyone screamed at the boys. Well, all except Larry. He was screaming and screeching about how I got two things and he didn't get a single crumb (I wonder why).
The boys explained how it works. It sure was helpful information.

I hear a knock on my door. "Come in!"

I sit up, pulling the covers over my chest. I was the only girl here that I know of that sleeps without a bra.

Ben walks in and I tense. The guy I was JUST thinking about, the one who I care about in a less friendly way, just walked into the fucking room, and I'm only wearing fucking panties. Damnit.

"So... y-you know what to-today is?", Ben stutters, scratching his head with his other hand behind his back.
"No.... what day is it then?", I ask, shifting awkwardly beneath the blankets.
"It's...um, it's the 14th. Of February. So...", he holds out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Happy Valentines Day..."

My eyes widen as I take the flowers, staring at them.
"I found them outside.... who knew there was stuff like that still around, right?", he chuckles awkwardly.
I look up at him and smile, throwing my arm around him, still holding up the blanket. "Thank you..."

He slowly wraps his arms around me, and tenses as he touches the bare skin on my back. "Are you... wearing a..."

"Oh.... no...", my face flushes along with his. We sit in an awkward silence for a minute, before he speaks up.

"Well, I don't really mind..."
I freeze. "W-what?"
"I-I mean don't mi-mind sitting here. W-with you. In he-here..."
I smile slightly. "You're alright," I say, scooting forwards slightly.

Ben smiles slightly, looking down. "So... will you —"
"Yes."
"You don't even know what I was gonna ask."
"I'll be your girlfriend. And if that's not what you were gonna ask, too bad."
"I was gonna say Valentine, but girlfriend works, too," Ben grins, cautiously wrapping his arms around me again.

"This is your chance! Fuck her, Ben!", Travis calls from out the window, pumping his fists as he looks through the small gap in between the curtains.

Both mine and Ben's faced explode in a burst of rosy red as I wrap a blanket around my body, stomping over to the window and flipping Travis the bird before closing them.

I sigh, ducking under the covers again and slamming my face into the pillow as I lay down.
Ben lays down behind me, draping an arm over me as the other supports his head.

"Y'know, I don't really mind that idea."