No.68
I'll start with one someone else wrote because I'm too lazy to write one for the purpose of creating this OP.
>waking up on a sunny Saturday with Clem on your chest, beaming with an ear-to-ear smile
>she yells "Tag!" and runs out of the room, giggling
>you give chase to Clem, who runs around the house in her pink jammies
>when you catch her, you pick her up and throw her on the plush couch, giving her a tickle attack
>later, you both cook pancakes, eggs, bacon, and grits
>you watch cartoons with her as you eat
>with a full tummy, she lays her head on your lap and drifts off to sleep
>you run your fingers through her black curls
>she'll need to conserve her energy for later
>you're going to surprise her with a trip to Six Flags
No.69
Oh, hey, you reposted the greentext I wrote a few threads back.
No.70
>>69Yeah, I figured it'd be a good way to start the thread.
I might look through my files and repost others that I liked just so the thread isn't so empty.
No.71
>>70Chances are a lot of them will be reposts of my greentexts. I have written a lot.
No.72
So I'm guessing any greentexts are fine? [spoiler] No pedo pls [/spoiler}
No.73
>>72My first time posting.
And I fuck it up.
No.74
>>72Yeah, I'd prefer if there were no pedo greentexts, but if you HAVE to post one, spoiler it. And don't include a lewd pic with it please.
No.75
>>68reposting this from op
>season 5 you'll be playing an adult character>he'll be wandering through the plains of Georgia>eventually you see a small city on the horizon, next to the sapphire shores of the ocean>some smoke rises from little areas>you'll see an eldcerly man sitting by a rusty car>"Hey, sir, what's the fastest way to reach the coast? Are the streets cleared?">"Oh, didn't see you there young man. The streets are ok now. Most of the walkers are gone but there are still a few left. Efforts to contain them are going well. Head toward the bridge and you'll find the coast in no time, sonny!">"Thanks.">he makes his way to the city, seeing they're mostly empty but the occasional person wandering around>they'll mostly avoid you but you are amicable and tip your boiler hat to them as a warm greeting, and sometimes they'll ackowledge you in return>eventually you reach the coast, but your search is not done yet>the coastal parts of the city are still filthy and desolate; much cleaning-up needs to be done>then you see it, a small jewelry store, just by the coast, near the Hotel she told you about>the shutter is down, but you have the strength to lift it, which it eventually does with a nasty screech of metal>light floods into the small store; it's dusty as hell and smells awful, but it's dead silent >you see a body laying on the floor, the head is caved in>what's left of the rotten clothing shows this man probably worked as security>then you see a foot poking out of the shadows>taking out your torch, you finally see him, the man she told you all about>Lee, lying there peacefully No.76
>>75>you kneel down and speak to the body>"Hi, Lee. I'm Alvin Jr. Clementine told me all about you. Before she died, she gave me this and told me to remember to be the man you were, because men like us make this world a better place. I guess… I guess I came here to pay my respects, because I wouldn't be here without her, and she wouldn't have been there without you, so I guess I owe you my life too. So, thank you, Lee.">the scene cuts to black, you hear shoveling noises>when the scene fades in, you see a makeshift gravestone with the adult Alvin Jr standing over it>he's in one of the rolling fields on the outskirts over Savannah>it's getting late, the sky is a luminescent orange-and-pinkish hue and Alvin is feeling tired>after fishing something out of his pocket, he kneels down placing the faded photo of Lee on the stone before patting the soil and saying "I hope she's with you now. Tell her I love her, ok?">Alvin stands and puts the shovel over his back into the carry-belt, a small tear rolls down his cheek as he looks at the grave one last time before turning and walking on>the head of the shovel clunks with his the butt hunting rifle as he walks forward and into the distant sunset No.77
No.78
>>74No worries here. Of the several greentexts I've written over the last few months, none have been, nor ever will be, lewd.
I simply can NOT view Clem in that light.
No.88
So any one up for some Kenny greentext?
No.90
>>88Are you planning on posting some?
No.92
>>90I can if we have some people here who want some.
I really want this board/thread to be alive ;_; No.93
>>88We Clemposters had to flee 4chan's /ttgg/ because the general had been overthrown by Kennyfags and Lillyfags posting their erotic and shitty greentexts.
Can't we just have good feels Clem greentexts here?
No.96
>>93I think the reason more had to do with the people posting the creepy Clem greentext.
Plus I know some anons were getting fired up about the Lilly stories.
No.110
>>93W-wait, us Lillybros made erotic greentexts?
I know a few of them featured a sex theme, but they were comical and non-descriptive.
No.130
>you are now aware this is what happened after Clem went into the restroom
>Omid and Christa start fucking, ass naked
>Christa is leaning against the sink while Omid plows away at her big pregnant ass from behind
>suddenly Christa lets out a ghastly, wet fart because all they've been eating are cans of beans
>Omid releases a guttural moan and inhales the putrid scent of Christa's gasses and immediately begins vomiting
>he continues plowing her anyway
>Christa's fart rapidly turns into a violent blast of shit that effectively covers 75% of Omid
>Christa now begins projectile vomiting as well
>Omid soldiers on, he isn't a man to start a job and not finish it
>he's about to cum and loses his balance, slipping in the shit-vomit cocktail below him
>as he falls he trips Christa as well and she rolls into the vile sea of filth beneath her as well
>Omid ejaculates, involuntarily spraying his cum all over the waste-covered Christa like some kind of a sick cherry on top of everything
>"So uh, Clementine has been gone for a while, one of us should probably go check on her."
>this is Christa's last memory of Omid and this is why she is still so distraught after the time jump
No.131
>>130When she fell did she kill the baby? Is that why its no longer there?
No.139
>>131Nah, her giant behind broke that fall. Plus, I imagine the rotting floors were pretty forgiving.
No.143
>>131>>139Maybe the downing half a bottle of booze in the attic with kenny & lee factored into it too.
No.151
>>130Of all the greentext this one is one of our firsts.
No.156
>>151Sorry, I'll post some of my other works in here now. Just gotta dig them up.
No.158
"Clem Gets a Cold"
>you will never be awaken in the middle of the night by Clementine
>without saying a word, she looks at you pitifully, her eyes watery, sniffling and sneezing
>you take her temperature and conclude that Clementine is sick, and tell her to go back to her bed immediately and that you will be with her in a few minutes
>you will never go out to the kitchen and rush to prepare her a bowl of chicken noodle soup, some warm tea with honey, grab a package of Vick's and a big box of tissues
>you will never then bring everything to your little sick sweet pea who is bundled up in bed
>you will never feed her the chicken noodle soup while occasionally wiping her rosy red nose for her, and putting some of the Vick's on her chest
>you will never hold her in your arms, rubbing her head and comforting her until she falls back asleep, not caring one bit that you'll probably catch whatever she has by being so close to her
No.160
"Snow Day"
>you are awoken from your slumber one morning to Clementine's excited voice
>"Wake up! Wake up! Look, its snowing!"
>you look out the window to see a fresh blanket of glistening snow
>"Can we play in the snow? Pretty please? I want to make a snowman!"
>you tell her she has to eat breakfast first because its the most important meal of the day, and as you prepare her a nice hot breakfast she can hardly contain her excitement
>she gobbles down her food, and you dress her up in a big warm coat, fuzzy boots, and a little knitted hat and scarf
>all bundled up, you take her out into the crisp winter air and she happily builds a little snowman family, snow angels, and you throw snowballs at each other until her little heart is content
>afterwards she just lays in the snow, staring up at the countless dendrites raining down from the heavens like so many little diamonds, sticking out her tongue to catch a few, so enamored by the icy spectacle around her having grown up in Georgia where winter is short and snowless
>you watch as a snowflake lands on her rosy red nose, cold from the winter chill and give it a loving kiss
No.161
"Happy Birthday"
>All the gifts are open, party's over
>Kenny, Jane, Mike, Bonnie and the crew are all off in their own little corners for the night
>Luke is smiling to himself, looking at the thoughtful little gifts he's gotten
>he notices Clem didn't get him anything, but doesn't mind since he knows she would have if she could
>suddenly, Clem shyly walks up to him out of the blue
>"H-Hi…"
>"Oh, hey Clem. What's on your mind?"
>"I-I'm sorry I couldn't find you a good gift. It's just…I wanted to get you something special. I really tried, I promise."
>Luke smiles through a chuckle
>"Oh, c'mon. It's the thought that counts, you don't owe me a thing. I reckon you've done enough since we've met, darlin'"
>Without hesitation, Clementine dives in and plants a big, awkward, wet kiss right on Luke's lips
>Luke pulls away, shocked as hell
>"Jesus, Clem! What was that for? I don't think…"
>"I know how much you love kissing stuff, and I'm sure you liked Jane's way better b-but…"
>"Clementine, I-"
>"That's my gift. I hope you liked it anyway…"
>Luke has no idea whatsoever how to approach the situation now, so he just goes along with it
>"Thank you, Clem. That's real sweet- it means a lot."
>"R-Really?!"
>"Really."
>Clem blushes like a little schoolgirl, looking down at her feet
>"Happy birthday, Luke."
No.162
"Baby Shower"
This is a part one of my* many "Lilly and Anon" greentexts, but it heavily features Clem so I figure some people in this thread might appreciate it even if Lilly isn't your style.
>You will never be sitting around the camper at the motor inn, warming by a fire with everyone one night when someone jokes about having a baby shower for Lilly and the baby
>Clementine will never overhear the joke and immediately get so excited about the idea, that she begs you, Lilly and everyone else to actually have one
>You will never reluctantly go along with the idea, because you can't disappoint Clem
>The day of the "Baby Shower" will never arrive, with Clementine drawing up tons of baby related pictures with her crayons and paper, and making Duck help her hang them all around the Motor Inn to make things festive
>Clem's crude drawings of Lilly depict her as a big round ball with stick arms and legs, in one hand holding your hand and in the other holding a Twinkie
>Larry makes jokes about how accurate Clem's drawings are
>Lilly punishes you for this, but tells Clem the drawings are very pretty
>You and Larry will never pamper Lilly, in her delicate condition, all day and much to her chagrin
>Lilly, who would be slightly grossed out by the overly girly theme of the event will never agree to partake in the festivities because she likes gifts and, well, the baby needs supplies
>Clementine will never follow Lilly like her shadow all day, asking questions about the baby nearly non-stop, and help her open gifts when the time comes
>Lilly will never catch herself making a cheesy smile at the abundance of camouflage baby clothes and supplies, which are apparently easier to come by than you would think
>Along with supplies for the baby, she will never happily accept the large quantities of ammo that were gifted to her at her own request
>Later that night, with everyone tuckered out and Ben standing watch for the evening, you will never lay in bed cuddling with your wife Lilly, enjoying the quiet time and each other's company, talking about life and your future with the baby, when suddenly there is a gentle knock at your door
>You will never smile as you see that it's Clementine peeking through, who invites herself inside and exclaims she's glad you are still awake
>Clementine will never snuggle up between you two and tell you about how much fun she had at the baby shower that day until she drifts off to sleep
*The part that describes the drawings Clem made was added by another creative anon, but it was so good I just had to include it for posterity's sake.
No.184
No.258
So any greentext requests?
No.264
>Clem jumps out of the car, giggling and darts to the sand
>you can't help but laugh at her antics as you pull the cooler, bag, and umbrella out of the trunk
>you find a nice spot on the beach and set up
>you see Clem chasing and fleeing from the tide
>you join her and pick her up, helping her get used to the chill of the ocean
>you join her as she attempts to leap over the incoming waves
>you take her a little deeper out and teach her to swim
>later, you get some sun as you watch her searching the beach for seaglass, seashells, and watching the crabs and other sea-life
>you help her build a huge sandcastle with towers and buttresses
>you join her in pretending to be Godzilla, smashing the castle back to sand
>you help her rinse the sand from her hands with bottled water so she won't get any in her mouth with lunch
>she sits in your lap as you both eat, listening to the crashing waves
>you kiss the top of her head and draw her close for a warm hug
>she tells you she loves you
No.265
>you will never take Clem to the state fair
>you will never buy her funnel cakes, candy apples, cotton candy, fries, steak sandwiches, or corn dogs
>you will never see her face light up in amazement as you both enter the petting zoo
>you will never spend 50 bucks trying to win her that big fluffy stuffed animal
>you will never put your arm around her, draw her closer, and kiss the top of her head as you both watch the fireworks that evening
>you will never drive her back to the hotel and take her swimming in the pool to work off all those calories
>you will never blindly chase her during a game of Marco Polo
>you will never get back to the room and order a large meal that she gorges herself on
>she will never snuggle up to you in bed and drift off to sleep watching TV, a huge, loving smile on her face
No.271
Someone said they'd make a lewd greentext with Kenny and Luke but they haven't delivered yet. I'm getting desperate.
No.272
>>271 Not the anon who made that promise,but I am the one who has been writing the Kenny green text. After I finish the one I am working on I can make that one for you. Thirsty bitches need to quenched. No.287
>just when you had thought things were gong your way, you have gotten sick
>whatever you have is nothing dangerous, just damn inconvenient
>for the past few nights, at Kenny's request, you two have holed up in an old hunting lodge in the woods
>with bed and rest, or what you could call bed and rest now, your health slowly started to improve
>just a few more days and you would be back to normal, hopefully anyways
>of course that would be too easy, and you are woken up almost violently as Kenny forces you to stand up
>"Anon we gotta haul ass now. There's a herd of them bastards outside and this crappy shack ain't gonna be able to hold up."
>He carries everything and leads you outside
>despite their noises you can barely hear the walkers, your head feeling dizzy and light
>Kenny yells at you to follow him and you do, though you are only barely faster then the walkers are
>He stops constantly, waiting for you to catch up as you hobble your way to him
>The horde was much bigger then either of you anticipated, and you find that walkers are not only behind but all around
>Soon you find yourself separated from Kenny, your blurring vision keeping you from seeing properly
>you attempt to call out, but your throat is also failing you, dry and hoarse
>you barely avoid a walker that sneaks up on you, causing you to run off in the first direction you can
>you continue trying to call out to Kenny, your voice barely above a whisper
>you stumble as you walk now, and you are forced to hold on to a tree for support
>a few walkers have taken notice of you and begin lumbering towards you
>you take out your gun, only a handful of shots available to you
>despite your delirious state you can shoot off the closest ones, but the sound of the gun only causes more to come towards you
>your hands become too tired to hold the gun properly and it falls to your feet
>you feel so tired, you only want to sleep
>you slump to the ground, your eyes close
2 cont.
No.288
>>287>when you open your eyes, it's dark, and you are too disoriented to be afraid>you enjoy the dark, it's comforting and you feel warm>maybe dying isn't unpleasant you think to yourself>however long it takes, you open your eyes more and you start to fully wake up>your dizziness comes rushing back, as does your thirst>you finally notice your body being squeezed tightly and that the warmth is moving >you hear breathing that isn't yours, matching up with the rising and falling against your face>you wake up enough to realize that it is night time, that you are inside a storage shed, and that you are being held by Kenny>he's sitting on the ground, you are held in his lap with one arm as he keeps his other hand on his gun>sometimes you hear a noise from outside and he aims at the door, but it always pass es and his hand returns to his side>You attempt to speak to him, but your throat is much too dry for coherent words>the noise you make instantly makes him aim at the door, but as soon as he sees that you are awake the gun drops to the ground>"Holy fuck..anon…?">You attempt to speak again, but your words fail once again>You are squeezed, both of his arms wrapped around and holding you tighter then you have ever been before>"I…I thought I was gonna lose you anon…">His voice is hushed, but you can hear all the fear he had being let go>He holds you like this for a while longer before finding a bottle of water for you>"I thought you were right behind me, but the next thing I knew you just weren't there any more…I couldn't find you anywhere.">You listen as you drink, the water soothing your throat>"I kept looking and looking…I thought the walkers had gotten you. But then I heard the gunshots and came rushing over.">you notice that there is only one bag with him, rather then the two you started out with>"When I got there you were on the ground, those fucking walkers were about to…as soon as I got you I just ran. I had to leave a bag behind."1 more post
No.289
>>288>"I was so worried anon…first I was worried you were bit, but I didn't see a bite anywhere. But when you wouldn't wake up…fuck I tried everything.">your body still feels awful, and the moments before you passed out start coming back to you>"I started to think you weren't going to wake up…I don't know what I would've done then…I couldn't let you turn but I don't think I could put you down…">you are squeezed tightly again>"Anon, don't leave me like that…">his voice is even quieter now, and you can hear his fear of being alone in each word>you reach your hands up to cup his face and to make him look at you>with heavy breaths you promise not to, and you thank him for everything he has done so far>you start to ramble on, your words slurring together as exhaust starts to take you over>you drift off to sleep again>you can hardly remember a night that you felt safer then this onethere you go, kennybros. maybe we can have more people contribute in the future ;_;
No.291
>>289That was a really good one anon!
No.297
>>291thank you for your patronage ;_;
No.299
>>297Anon I would actually pay you real money to keep writing these greentext stories because jesus christ my heart ;-;
No.302
>>299Don't worry anon, as long as the board stays alive I will do my best.
We gotta do something to make it to S3
No.523
>>519
Anon, refrain.
No.635
>>272Thank you based Anon. Sorry for the late reply, I only just saw this now.
No.638
>>635It's all good anon, I am actually planning a green text marathon of sorts tonight
No.1070
Reposting one I did a while back on the old /ttgg/
>you will never take off work early to go watch Clem's soccer game
>she will never spot you in the crowd and give you the biggest, most loving smile
>you will never notice her go into tryhard mode to impress you
>you will never comfort her when she loses
>you will never give her a big hug and tell her you're proud of her anyway for trying her best
>you will never take the wrong turn on the drive home
>you will never take her to a Dairy Queen and get her a chicken tender basket with fries, toast, and country gravy
>you will never watch her scarf it all down, noticing the appetite she worked up from soccer
>you will never excuse yourself to the bathroom but return to suprise her with an ice cream
>you will never take her home and play videogames together all night long
No.1073
>>1070>Clem will never wear a cute soccer outfit>Clem will never go to Dairy QueenFeels. ;_; Great one, DJ.