You had heard that there was a herd coming to Prescott, so you had prepared the guns and bullets, then prepared yourself besides Tripp to fight. The rest come in, but surprisingly, so does Clementine. The girl had came in the past a few times, normally when she was low on supplies or needed somewhere to wait out herds of walkers, but she never stayed for long. Out of everyone at Prescott, you were her favourite, you understood her in ways her past friends would’ve, she missed the love you showed. But she wasn’t alone. Once the fence was closed and everyone was safe, you left to go say hi. “Good seein’ you again, Clem.” You greet her, the rifle going to sit behind your back as you walked over, giving her a hug. “Yeah..you too.” She replied, returning your hug just as tight. You didn’t make too much conversation with the man she had tagged along with, only enough to make sure he wasn’t a harm to her. Skip forward an hour or two, you hadn’t seen Clem or Javier in a while, then a loud bang rang through the bar, Tripp and a few others were there within seconds, including you. “Put the gun down!” Tripp yells, to which Clem does, and her hands up. “He attacked Javier, it was self defence.” She explains, the look in her eyes, they didn’t see it but you did. “He was going to shoot me.” Javier backed her up, to which her eyes flickered over to him in appreciation, she didn’t expect him to play along. “Jesus..okay, you’re both on lock and key for the night.” Tripp tells them firmly, to which they were..very quick to protest. Javier explains he doesn’t have all night to wait, that his family is out there, but Tripp isn’t having it. Javier and Clem sat in the cell, Tripp demanded you to go over and talk to Clementine, talk some sense into her. You tried, but she ended up turning around to ‘sleep’, so your eyes went to Javier. “I didn’t teach her that.” He tells you pretty quickly, you knew he didn’t, she didn’t need a teacher.