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

Chapter 64) Try

The man is struggling beneath them.

Y/N feels lightheaded as her, Glenn, and Sasha hold down a man named Henry. They need to put a tube in his throat to help him breathe.

Hershel is shoving it into his mouth.

Sasha is sweaty. Glenn is out of breath. Y/N coughs up blood.

Hershel nods toward the red liquid. "Drink some of that. All of you."

Sasha hands it to Y/N first. She sips it down. Sasha goes next. Then Glenn.

Hershel huffs. "Some council meeting, huh?"

Sasha tilts her head. "We're two members short."

"I think we should make some new rules before they get back. I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday. First we have to find some spaghetti." Hershel says.

Y/N laughs, which turns into a cough. He turns to Sasha. "You okay to take over?" She nods.

He hands her the bag attached to the tube. "Every five to six seconds, squeeze. You start feeling lightheaded, grab somebody else to take over. We'll take it in shifts."

He looks over at Y/N. "Want to help me make my rounds?"

"Yeah."

Glenn motions toward the bag. "How long will that keep him alive?"

"As long as we're willing to do it. As long as it takes."

Inside the cell block, it's dark. Scattered light shines through the windows at the top of the building. Hershel holds a lantern as they walk down the stairs.

They walk to an open cell and see one of their people, dead. Y/N reaches for her small knife but Hershel stops her. "Not here."

He grabs a stretcher and wheels it in. "Help me get him on this."

She sighs. "In a couple of hours, when Henry is dead-"

"Y/N." He warns.

She continues. "How are we gonna get his body down the stairs, across the cell block and through those doors without anyone noticing?"

"If that happens, and I mean if, you're gonna help me."

She swallows but her mouth is dry. "What if i'm gone?"

"Shut up."

She sighs. "I'm serious. I'm not doing too good. I know you see it."

He dismisses it, glancing at the man laying down behind her. "Help me get him on this."

She does and they cover him up, wheeling him out the block. Suddenly Lizzie walks up. "What are you doing?"

Hershel limps up to her and feels her head. "Taking Mr. Jacobson to a quieter place. Do me a favor. Get my book from my cell. I want you to read it by tonight. We all got jobs to do. That ones yours."

"I won't finish it."

"Why?"

"It'll be too dark."

He pats her shoulder. "Give it a try. And drink some tea." She nods and walks off.

Y/N and Hershel wheel the body into a separate room. She takes out her knife and sighs. Suddenly the man turns, starting to groan and sit up. She holds him down and slides the knife into his head.

After it's done, she leans against the wall. He walks up to her and feels her head. "How long have you been taking the pills, Y/N?"

She recoils slightly. "What are you talking about?"

He crosses his arms. "Don't do that. Don't lie to me. I saw them under your pillow."

She sighs. "Since Lori."

Hershel shuts his eyes. He lowers his voice. "Seven months. You've been taking them for seven months?"

She nods, feeling the urge to throw up again.

He shakes his head sadly. "How many bottles have you gone through?"

She shrugs, tears forming in her eyes. "I don't remember. A lot."

He walks closer and puts his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at his eyes. "Does Glenn know?"

She shakes her head.

"Daryl? Michonne? Maggie?"

Another shake.

He sighs and pulls her in for a hug. "You need to stop, Y/N. If you keep taking them, you could overdose."

"I can't. I've tried. For months. I can't." Her voice breaks.

"Try. Please. For Glenn. For me. For yourself."

She nods, another tear sliding down her cheek. He hugs her again. "I love you so much. Don't do this to yourself."
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She squeezes the bag every 5 seconds. For over an hour, she sits there. Squeezing the bag that helps Henry breathe.

Air hisses out of the bag and she pauses. She feels his neck. No pulse. She kneels on top of him, pumping his heart. Another hiss. Still nothing.

Y/N coughs, raising her voice. "Hersh-"

Cough.

"Hershel!" She starts coughing and blood keeps coming out. She leans over and vomits all over the concrete.

She hears cell doors closing. Her breath is raspy. She's weak.

Lizzie walks in and finds her coughing up blood. "Hershel!" She screams.

Henry turns. She hears groaning from downstairs. Someone shouts. A gunshot goes off.

Lizzie screams for Glenn. He was a few cells down checking on another sick group member.

Lizzie leads the walker Henry out of the cell and Glenn rushes to Y/N's side. He leans her over and she vomits again. "Breathe, Y/N. Breathe."

He shuts the cell door as more gunshots run out. More growling.

She sits up, wiping her mouth. "I'm okay." She whispers. He sighs.

He coughs. He leans against the wall. His breathing is raspy.

She feels like she's moving in slow motion. "Glenn?" She whispers.

He doesn't respond.

"Glenn!" His eyes are closed now. She feels for a pulse. It's faint.

From outside, she hears rapid gunfire. She lowers her head. Something is wrong. Maybe the fence finally came down.

She doesn't falter though. She feels Glenn's pulse again. Weak.

She lays him on his side. He coughs out blood. Hershel suddenly rattles the cell door.

"What's happening out there?"

He waves his hand. "Don't worry about it. Keep him alive. I'll be right back."

More gunfire goes off. She hears a shout. "Daddy!" It's Maggie.

Another gunshot. Hershel's voice echoes around the cells.

Y/N feels tears in her eyes. "He's turning blue!"

Hershel opens the door and rushes into the cell, followed by Maggie. He's holding the bag and tube from Henry.

The two girls hold him down as Hershel slides the tube into his mouth. Glenn's breathing calms.

Hershel pumps the bag. Y/N sighs. "You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay." She leans down and kisses his cheek lightly.

She looks at Hershel and Maggie. "Thank you."
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