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This vacation's useless, these white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought on this 13-hour drive
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The journey back to the prison is quiet. Rosanna rides on the back of Daryl's motorcycle.
Rick and the others drive back the truck.
Behind them, is a school bus, filled with the remaining Woodbury people.
Glenn and Maggie open the gate to let them in. Hershel, Carl and the rest of their group come out of the cell block.
Karen and Tyreese start helping people out of the bus. Elderly. Kids. People left behind.
Rick glances at his people. "They're gonna join us."
Glenn walks up to Rosanna and wraps his arms around her. Tears slide down her face.
"My whole family is gone."
Glenn just squeezes her tighter.
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It's been six months since the people of Woodbury joined the prison group. Six long months.
At first it was weird. For a long time, it had only been their group. Having new people was an adjustment.
With the help of the new additions, they were able to fortify the prison. Made it more secure. Even more cell blocks were cleared. Farms began to blossom.
They've built a life there. Rosanna and Glenn got married.
They decided to have a small ceremony with their people. It took place in cell block C. Their cell block.
Hershel officiated. Maggie was the maid of honor. Michonne, Beth, and Sasha were Rosanna's bridesmaids.
Rick was the best man. Daryl, Tyreese, and Carl were the groomsmen.
Carol and baby Judith were the flower girls. They sprinkled blades of grass on the concrete floor. It was really quite funny.
The wedding was beautiful. Beth put together a flower arrangement for her. Carol sewed her a sundress. Maggie did her hair as best she could given the little materials they had.
Rick managed to find a nice button-up for Glenn.
Afterwards, they celebrated with canned peaches and spam. Not the best wedding food, but they made it work.
It was a dream. But of course, they have to wake up eventually.
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Daryl walks up to the little outdoor cooking area where Rosanna stands.
Various people say hello to him as he passes. She smiles a little. "Making friends I see."
His lips curl up the tiniest bit. "Yeah. I guess."
She offers him a small bowl filled with the food of the day.
He takes it. "Tastes good."
She sets down her spatula. "I need to show you something." She turns to a young teen boy helping her out. "Patrick, you want to take over?"
His grin is bright. "Yes ma'am."
He trots closer. "Mr. Dixon, I just wanted to thank you for bringing that deer back yesterday. It was a real treat, sir. And I'd be honored to shake your hand."
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Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)
Fanfictionde·struc·tion: the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired. When the apocalypse started, college-student Rosanna Blake was on vacation in Atlanta with her family. After a supply run go...
