Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee x Reader (TWD X Reader)

Chapter 35) Escaped

The next morning, the group throws a funeral for Dale. Y/N holds Glenn's hand the whole time. Dale was one of the first people to talk to her upon arriving at the camp back in Atlanta.

He taught her how to fix cars in case of emergency. He taught her how to read a map. He taught her how to fish. He was almost like a father to her. A lot of their relationship went unspoken. There was compassion there. Now he's buried under the dirt of some random farm.

She wipes her tears and helps pack up their camp under the trees. Hershel said they could move inside the house with the upcoming winter. After bringing their belongings inside, Y/N goes close to the barn with her gun to keep watch. She hears a twig snap and wheels around to face Carl.

"Carl! Jesus. What are you doing all the way out here?"

He sighs. "If... If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell my parents?"

She recoils at that. "Well. Uhm. Depending on what you tell me I can't promise that." He starts to walk away but she calls to him.

He walks up to her and goes to hand her something. It's a gun.

She looks up at him with wide eyes. "Carl-"

"I took it from Daryl's motorcycle." He says cutting her off and looking at the floor.

She sighs and puts it in her waistband after double checking that the safety is on. "What are you doing with this?"

"Dale... it's my fault that he died."

She shakes her head. "Don't say that. He got bit by a walker, bud."

Carl finally makes eye contact with her. "I saw that walker. I was gonna shoot it. It was stuck in the mud."

Y/N crouches to the ground in disbelief.

He continues. "I was-- I was throwing rocks at him and stuff. But I was gonna do it-- shoot it right in the head. And it-- it got free, came after me and... I ran away. If I had killed it, Dale would still be here."

Y/N finally wipes the tear that was sliding down her face. "Carl. I want you to stop that okay? You couldn't have known." She takes a deep breath. "You'll need to tell somebody. Okay? Not just me. Listen, i'll give this gun back to Daryl. Just- please be careful. Don't ever do something like that again." He nods and pulls her in for a hug.
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"Pssst. Daryl." Y/N calls out. Daryl is patrolling the outside of the barn making sure Randall won't escape.

She walks up to him and puts a hand on her waist. "So.. Carl took your gun."

Daryl groans. "Son of a-"

She holds her hand out. "Woah woah woah. It's fine. He gave it to me." She pulls it out and gently hands it to him. "He's scared you're gonna yell at him for it."

"Damn right I am."

She puts her hand on his shoulder. "Don't. It's okay. I handled it. All that matters is that you have it back. Okay?" He sighs and nods. She pauses. "All i'm gonna say is... he might need it more than you do." He eyes her and she pats his shoulder and walks back up to the house.
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Rick is standing on the porch when she gets up to the house. "Hey. You seen Carl?"

Rick nods toward the door. "Inside with Lori."

She nods and climbs the stairs. "Look. I wasn't supposed to say anything, but he was out in the swamps yesterday. He came across a walker in the mud. He got scared and ran off."

Rick puts two and two together. "This the same walker that killed Dale?"

She nods slowly.

He takes a deep breath and scratches the bridge of his nose. "Okay. I'll talk to him. Thanks for letting me know Y/N."

She nods and turns to walk away but stops. "Also.. he had Daryl's gun. Took it from his bike. I gave it back to Daryl but... he might need to start carrying. Things around here are just gonna keep getting worse."

Rick nods again. "Okay. You're probably right."
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Later, T-Dog, Daryl, and Y/N go to the barn to get Randall. They finally decided to take him away for good. Sad it took Dales death for that decision to be made.

T-Dog snaps open the lock. "Yo, Randy. Governor called, you're off the hook." He opens the door and looks inside. "Oh hell no!" He backs out the barn and looks to Y/N.

"What?" She asks glancing at a confused Daryl.

"Randall's gone."

Y/N sprints back up to the house, screaming for Rick. A few others come out too and look to her confused. She puts her hands on her knees and takes a long, deep breath.

Archer looks at her. "What's wrong?"

"Randall's missing." She pants out.

Everyone glances at each other before quickly making their way down to the barn where T-Dog and Daryl stand.

"How long has he been gone?" Andrea asks.

"Hard to say." T-Dog says looking into the barn.

Daryl exits the barn after investigating. "Cuffs are still hooked. Must've slipped em."

"Is that possible?" Carol asks.

"It is if you've got nothing to lose." Glenn says fixing his hat.

"I don't understand. The door was secured from the outside." Y/N says looking at the chains that were wrapped around the door. "He couldn't have gotten out."

Before anyone can reply, Shane can be heard shouting from the woods. They look to the voice where he's running out of the trees, nose all bloody.

"What happened?" Rick shouts.

"He's armed! He's got my gun!"

"Are you okay?" Rick asks him as Shane gets closer to the group.

"I'm fine. Little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face."

Y/N tilts her head at that. Randall is not big. How did he managed to attack Shane like that? She knows Shane. He nearly beat Carols husband Ed to a pile of nothing back in Atlanta. It doesn't seem plausible.

"All right. Hershel and Archer get everyone back in the house. Glenn, Daryl, Y/N, come with us." Rick says.

They head to the woods where Shane came out of. Rick calls back to the others, telling them to get inside and lock the doors.

The five start walking the inside of the woods as the sun begins to set.

Shane points in a direction. "I saw him head up through the trees that way before I blacked out. I'm not sure how long."

Glenn adjusts his grip on the gun. "He couldn't have gotten far. He's hobbled. Exhausted."

"And armed." Shane says.

Y/N glances at him suspiciously. "So are we."

Rick looks at Daryl. "Can you track him?"

"No, I don't see nothin."

Shane shakes his head. "Hey, look, there ain't no use in tracking him, okay? He went that way. We need to split up. We spread out, we just chase him down. That's it."

Daryl narrows his eyes. "Kid weighs a buck-25 soaking wet. You trying to tell us he got the jump on you?" Y/N nods at that.

"I say a rock pretty much evens those odds, wouldn't you?" Shane replies.

Rick waves his hand. "Alright, knock it off. You three start heading up the right flank. Me and Shane'll take the left."

Y/N cocks her head at him. She mouths "You sure?" Rick nods.

They turn to leave. She looks back at him and glances at Shane nervously. "Remember, Randall's not the only threat out there."

Rick nods again. "Keep an eye out for each other." He tells them before the groups split off.
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