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

Chapter 59) Advance

The journey back to the prison is quiet. Y/N 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 Y/N 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. Y/N 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 Y/N'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 threw together 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 Y/N stands.

Various people say hello to him as he passes. Y/N 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."

Daryl eyes him for a moment before licking each individual finger, then holding his hand out. Patrick takes it anyways.

As Y/N and Daryl walk away she nudges him. "Classy."

He smirks, but says nothing.

She leads him to an inner fence. "About today, I don't know if we're gonna be able to spare a lot of people for the run."

He looks at her. "That place is good to go. We're gonna move on it."

They stop at the fence and look down the incline towards the outer fence. She points. "The thing is, we had a pretty big buildup overnight. Dozens more towards tower three. It's getting as bad as last month. They don't spread out anymore."

They look into the distance where nearly 80 walkers cling to the chain link, as some of the group try clearing them.

He nods. "With more of us sitting here, we're drawing more of them out. You get enough of those damn fence-clingers, they start to herd up."

She sighs. "Pushing against the fences again. It's manageable, but unless we get ahead of it, not for long."

He nods again. "You coming today? Haven't made a run in a while."

She shrugs. "I might."
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Y/N is laying in her and Glenn's shared bed. He lays next to her. She snuggles into his side.

He suddenly breaks the silence. "I don't think you should go today."

He sits up and she follows. "It's all gonna work out, you know." She says, gently brushing a piece of his hair away from his eyes.

"I still think you should stay."

She sighs and stands up, pulling her hair back. "I'm going."

He stands up too and grabs her hand, gently. "Y/N... you don't have to."

She nods. "I gotta keep my eye on you.

He sighs, kissing her softly. "You're so stubborn."

She smiles. "You know it."

She picks up her pack and leaves the cell block. She makes it outside and heads toward the spot where the group was told to rendezvous to. She nods to Carol as she passes.

After the meeting with the governor, all those months ago, Rick told the group that he didn't want to be the dictator anymore. Since then, a council has formed.

Hershel is the head of it. Glenn, Y/N, Daryl, Carol, and Sasha are also members. They make the decisions and help keep order in the now thriving prison.

She gets on the back of Daryl's motorcycle as she waits for him. Once the coast is clear, she fumbles in her bag for her pills. She's down to the last one.

What started out as a reliever for her headaches, has now turned into an almost daily ordeal. The headaches haven't been too frequent as of lately, but the pain remains.

This bottle is her fourth since she found them at the store with Daryl after Lori died.

She sighs and pops the final pill into her mouth, taking a swig of water. She's hoping to find a few more bottles on this new run.

It's getting harder and harder to come by.

Out of her peripheral, she spots Daryl headed for the bike so she quickly shoves the empty bottle to the bottom of her bag.

He gets in front and revs up the bike. "Ready?" She nods.

On this run, they are headed towards a store not too far away. Tyreese, Sasha and Glenn are coming with. A new member that Daryl ran across one week prior, a former combat-medic, Bob is tagging along. So is Beth's new boyfriend Zach.

As they ride up to the fence, Michonne is there on her horse. Y/N smiles at her.

Michonne returns the action, but quickly replaces it with a sigh and a frown. "Didn't find him."

Y/N shuts her eyes briefly. Michonne and Daryl have been making many runs trying to find the Governor. Ever since the massacre after the attack, he's been MIA. Y/N fears that he's still out there.

After Daryl tells Rick where they're headed, Michonne decides to tag along.

The drive is bumpy. Y/N feels a chalky sensation in her mouth. She tries to distract herself.

She needs those pills.
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