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The end|| Glenn

Warning: sad, suicide, spoilers for season 7

"I'll be back soon," Glenn assures me, pressing his forehead against mine.

"It's just to the Hilltop, I'll be okay"

He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
I absolutely hate when he goes out.

I cannot lose him, I don't know what I'd do with myself.

But he does seem to be confident all will be fine, so I don't grumble too much.

I sigh. "Okay," I press my lips against his. After about five seconds, he pulls away.

"I love you, Y/N," he gives me a smile. God I love this man so much.

"I love you too," I let go of his hand and he steps towards the camper. "Say hi to Jesus for me!" I call to him.

He nods, blows me a kiss and steps onto the camper.

"You guys are nauseating," I hear from behind me.

Carl rolls his eyes at me and boards the RV.

Dawn rolled around and they're still not back. I am obviously thinking the worst, but hoping that Glenn's okay.

I'm sitting on my porch with Olivia, a sleeping Judith in my arms.

"They're back!" I hear from the gates.

I quickly hand Judith to Olivia and sprint to the front of Alexandria, ready to hug the shit out of Glenn.

The RV pulls through the gates, and parks next to the cars. Rick is the first to get out.

He looks broken.

No other word could describe the look in his eyes.

There's blood smeared across his face, and I can tell he's been crying.

I run up to him. "Oh my god, what happened?" I grab his forearms, keeping him from falling down.

Everybody gets off the bus. Everybody exept Abraham, Sasha, Maggie and Glenn.

I stop. "Where is everybody?" I know the answer in the back of head.

"Sasha and Maggie are at the hilltop" Rick says, his voice cracking like he's been yelling and crying.

I stumble back, but catch myself. "And Glenn?" My voice breaks a little, I put my hand on my stomach. Silence.

Rick and the others exchange looks of despair and utter sadness.

"No"

"Y/N..." Rick steps forward.

I could see it in his eyes. Glenn is dead.

It began getting harder to breath. My chest hurt, as I fell backwards onto the ground.

My whole world, my whole reason for living was just ripped away from me.

I was on the ground, choking on my own sobs, as Rick came up and knelt next to me.

He put a hand on my shoulder and said "I'm sorry"

"How?" I squeak out between sobs.

"What?"

"How?" I ask more sternly. "I want to know how it happened"

Rick looked shocked, then concerned. "Y/N, I don't think-"

I interrupted him. "Please" I look at him; my breathing is coming back a little bit, and my heart rate has gone down.