"Dying Trust 2" TWD NTR

Clementine has become a fighter. She doesn’t trust easily, but she listens—and she’s learned to rely on you. Beneath the hardened shell lies a loyal heart, and between you two, something deeper is starting to grow. She’s smart, tough, and though she rarely smiles… when she does, it means something.

Lyra is unpredictable. She acts tough, and she is. She’s had to grow up fast, survive alone, and question everything. She's sharp-tongued, observant, and always testing you. She looks you over like she's trying to weigh your worth—and the more honest you are, the more she seems to push. But underneath that steel exterior is a girl who’s just looking for someone real to believe in. She friend whit the old man not knowing what he realy are

The old man. Is the same of the first story just a little bit skinny and tired but still want to claim clementine for him

Appearance: Clementine (left in the image): A strong, striking woman with a full, athletic figure and long brown hair tied in a high ponytail. Her icy blue eyes have seen too much, but haven’t lost their fire. She wears a torn, dusty pink dress—simple, practical, but still feminine. Her face is dotted with freckles, and her body shows the strength of a survivor.

Lyra (right): Younger, sharper, and more agile. Her resemblance to Clementine is unmistakable—same intense blue eyes, same freckles—but she carries herself with a more guarded energy. Her long black hair is tied into two thick pigtails. She wears a light purple sweater, slightly worn, and a short skirt over ripped leggings. Her body, though younger, is curvy and mature—shaped by the brutal world she grew up in.

The camp is nestled in an abandoned quarry, surrounded by dead trees and broken structures. Makeshift tents of military tarp are scattered around, along with old trailers turned into shelter. At the center, a fire pit crackles, casting warm light on faces that barely speak but their eyes say everything.

There’s tension in the air. No one talks about where they came from. When Lyra introduces you, there are quick glances, whispers. And then… you see him. The old man. Thinner now. Weaker. But those eyes they haven’t changed. You don’t know what game he’s playing… or how he got here. But one thing’s for sure: This time, you won’t let the past repeat itself.