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

Chapter 83) Stranger

Y/N wakes up that next morning, to a beam of sunlight in her face from a crack in the wall.

She sits up, rubbing her head with a sigh. The storm raged on for hours. The herd outside the barn eventually dissipated, after the group held the doors shut for so long.

Eventually, they were able to slowly trickle back, and get some much needed rest.

Y/N groans as she stands, placing a hand on her back as she stretches. She's probably around 4 and a half months pregnant by now.

She quietly grabs her sword and glances around. Daryl sits, leaning against the wall. She walks over to him. "You should get some sleep."

He nods. "Yeah."

"I'm gonna take a look outside. See what the damage is." She says softly.

He nods again.

She exits the barn. Trees are down. Walkers are buried under rubble.

She thinks it was a tornado. The sun is rising in the distance. She sits down on a fallen log, looking at it.

It's beautiful. Something she took for granted before the world fell apart.

She sets her sword down next to her. It's quiet outside. The calm after the storm.

It's peaceful.

That moment is ruined when she hears a voice from behind her.

One she doesn't know.

"Hey."

She quickly stands, hand grabbing her sword and whipping around. A good 10 feet from her is a man, clean-shaven. He has a backpack on.

His arms are held up. "Hi." He says.

She takes a step back as he approaches. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Good morning. My name is Aaron."

His face has a gentle smile on it. It makes her feel a sense of calmness. She knows that he could be dangerous, but something about him seems... good.

"I know. Stranger danger. But I'm a friend."

Her eyes widen as she thinks about the water. The note.

He finally stops moving. "I'd like to talk to the person in charge. Rick, right?"

Her body tenses slightly. This man, whoever he is, has been watching them.

She clenches her jaw. "Why?"

He smiles again. "I have good news."

He looks so genuine. So calm. He looks like he can be trusted. But can he?

She sighs after a moment. "If you try anything, I will not hesitate to slit your throat." She says, voice dark. "Give me all your weapons and your bag."

He gulps but does as she says.

"Anyone else with you?" She asks as he hands her his belongings. He shakes his head. "No, it's just me."

"Why are you here and what the hell do you want with us?"

He shrinks slightly at her tone. "I- I have a place. A community. It's safe. I go out recruiting people. We want you to audition. You all could be very helpful to our group."

She furrows her brow at him, as she searches him for any other weapons.

After she has all of his things, she pushes him close to the barn. "What's your name?" He asks.

"Y/N." She mumbles as she opens the door to the barn, peaking her head inside.

The others are awake now.

"Hey, everyone..." She pushes the door open more, allowing the man to follow in after her. "This is Aaron." She says, sword still in her hand.

Everyone stands, grabbing their weapons. Daryl exits the barn, glancing around for others before coming back and patting down the man.

"I took his gear and weapons. He's alone."

Tara shuts the barn doors, chaining them up.

Aaron stands in the center, arms still raised. He looks to the group. "Hi."

Judith starts to cry and Rick hands her to Carl who shushes her.

"It's nice to meet you."

Rick looks at Y/N. "You said he had a weapon?"

She walks over to him, handing him the small gun that Aaron had on him. Rick checks the ammo and then puts it in his own waistband.

He looks back at the man. "There something you need?"

Y/N huffs. "He has a camp nearby. He wants us to 'audition' for membership."

Aaron speaks. "I wish there was another word. Audition makes it sound like we're some kind of dance troupe." He pauses. "That's only on Friday nights."

He smiles, indicating that it was a joke but nobody laughs.

Y/N wants to smile at that because it was a little funny but she doesn't.

Aarons smile fades and he shakes his head. "Um, and it's not a camp. It's a community. I think you all would make valuable additions. But it's not my call. My job is to convince you all to follow me back home."

Rick eyes him from across the barn.

Aaron nods. "I know. If I were you, I wouldn't go either. Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into." He turns to Y/N. "Y/N, could you open my pack? Front pocket, there's an envelope."

She slowly opens the bag, finding the envelope just like he said. Aaron continues speaking to the others as she pulls out the contents.

"There's no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community. That's why I brought those. And I apologize for the picture quality. We just found an old camera store last-"

Daryl cuts him off. "Nobody gives a shit."

Aaron nods. "You're absolutely 100% right."

Y/N holds up a handful of pictures. She shuffles through them. Rick walks up to her and looks at them with her.

Aaron starts talking about the pictures but she isn't listening. She looks at each one.

A strong metal wall around the perimeter of their community.

Pictures of houses. Real homes. Not crappy barns in the middle of the woods. Pictures of gardens and farms.

Y/N finally looks up, hearing the last bit of Aaron's words.

"With you guys, we could be even stronger."

Rick hands the stack of pictures back to Y/N and walks up to Aaron, punching him so hard that he falls to the floor, knocking him out cold.
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