𝐓𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝. | 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐓𝐖𝐃

Waking Up With The Past

PREVIOUSLY ON TIL THE END:

..."Glenn! I need you to let go!" "No! You'll die!...

...As we got closer to the town, we heard more screams. Then, gunshots and loud slams, almost explosions...

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" "JUST KEEP DRIVING!"

..."That's it! Hold on!"...

...We crashed into the motion-activated doors...

...I hit my head pretty badly...

...And finally, I lost consciousness...

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As I regained consciousness, I was instantly greeted by a horrible headache and a very lightheaded and nauseous feeling. My eyes felt extremely heavy and refused to open, and since I was too exhausted, I accepted my fate and took some steady, deep breaths and I slowly lost consciousness again.

The second time was the charm because I felt stronger and my eyes made the effort to open and my symptoms slightly faded. I blinked a few times to get my vision clear before slowly sitting up. "Ugh..." I groaned, raising my hand to feel the back of my head, gently touching the area that had intense pressure and squeezing my eyes shut as I did so. I let out a soft sigh before opening my eyes to see my surroundings. I was in some sort of kitchen laying on a blow-up mattress that had a full bed sheet set on it, including the annoying one you have to put on to protect the mattress from germs.

The thin sheet was plain black as well second thin sheet, but the thick duvet cover was black but had red, white, and blue stripes on it that matched the two pillows that were previously under my head.

Speaking of my head, I had a small bag of ice tapped to a bandage that was wrapped around my cranium. I had a few bandaids on different parts of my arms and legs, and my injured right knee was bandaged, and had the weird numb feeling as if I just got out of surgery or something.

Suddenly, Glenn poked his head out into the room, his eyes instantly landing on me. "Y/n! Oh, thank God!" He says softly, making his way over to sit at my side. My eyes instantly landed on his busted lower lip and the bandaid that rested under his right eye, covering a very inflamed bruise, as well as another one that was on his chin that was right underneath his dark purple lip. "How are you feeling?" He asked, making my eyes snap to his. "I feel like I'm in a dystopian novel," I said softly in a small sarcastic tone, earning a small smile, "My head hurts and that's about it," I answered a few seconds later, earning a few slow nods from him.

"What do you remember?" Glenn asked as he reached his hand over to rub my back soothingly, pulling me into his side slightly, making my aching body do the rest of the work by slumping up against him. "Well, we were on our way to a practice exam but these scary ass people came out of nowhere and started to commit cannibalism. We escaped and made it to a Walmart where you crashed the car into the front doors. And that's about it," I answered truthfully, looking down to see a bandage around my hand that resembled some sort of cast. Glenn nodded in return, following my gaze to the injured hand that rested in my lap. "I noticed you had a tattoo on your wrist," Glenn said softly, making me hold my breath, "It looks pretty cool. What does it mean?" Glenn asked innocently.

I slowly exhaled, "You want the fake story or the real story?" I asked, honestly feeling comfortable with Glenn, as he always just had that calming energy that came off of him, as well as the fact he hadn't judged me for my extreme panic earlier. Glenn gave me a confused look making me smile sadly, "It's a long story... And it doesn't have a happy ending," I shrugged. "Oh... Well, if you're comfortable, can you tell me? Maybe it'll help you and... uhh... I mean, we have all the time in the world right now," Glenn said softly, his tone going slightly awkward like it always did when he didn't want to make anything uncomfortable which made me let out a soft sigh, feeling relaxed that he was just trying to get to know me better and he wanted to respect my privacy at the same time.

"Well, I'm from a very complicated family. Lots of drug dealers, mafia members, gang members, criminals," I started, refusing to look at Glenn, afraid of his reaction, "If I had a choice to be born in a different family, I'd take that chance in a heartbeat," I slowly turned my hand over to reveal my inked skin, "My mom was a spoiled mafia daddy's girl and my dad was one of the other member's sons that lived in the local area and they fell in love at a young age, getting married at the age of fifteen," I moved the bandage up slightly to reveal it more. "When I was nine, they forced me to get this tattoo. They had one of the other members do it because they were most likely doing something illegal," I explained.

With a deep breath, I slowly turned to face Glenn, who turned to face me. "I don't have the best history... But as soon as I turned eighteen, I moved in with my aunt and uncle who refused to be part of the shitty reality that is our family. He has the same tattoo, and some of the gang worked or married people who work at Georgia State College... So my uncle put in a good word for me... And that's how I met you, my first-ever friend," I say softly, making his eyes widen slightly. "I'm your first-ever friend? Like, ever?" Glenn asked, giving him a slow nod. "You're the only person that I've ever met that has treated me with respect and kindness... Which I thank you for," I finished before looking away, ashamed.

Glenn stayed quiet for a few minutes before speaking up, "I'm not gonna see you as a different person because of what you did in the past. It's not you anymore and you didn't want to do it anyway," I slowly looked up at him, my eyes slightly welling up with tears. "You... You don't see me as a delinquent? Or a threat?" I asked softly, looking into his gentle, soft, chocolate-brown eyes. "No. You're too nice and caring to even make me think you did anything in that kind of lifestyle. No matter how many bad things you did won't make me change how I think about you. Like, you can tell me that you killed someone and I wouldn't be mad or anything because I know you're telling the truth about how you were forced to do those things. You didn't want to, meaning you're not like, a serial killer or anything. Plus, I can see in your eyes that you're hurt. I'm not going to judge you for things you didn't want to do," He said, making my heart melt.

I wasn't used to physical touch, but without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a gentle yet tight embrace, which he returned happily. "Thank you," I whispered, letting a few tears roll down my face. "No problem," Glenn whispered, rubbing my back as he held me.

When I pulled back, I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand letting out a sniffle as one of Glenn's hands remained on my back, rubbing it slowly. "I've never been through anything like that, but uhm... One time I stole a hot wheels car and my mom kicked my ass for it," Glenn said, trying to boost the mood. I let out a giggle, looking up at him as he gave me an awkward closed-mouth smile. "A Hot Wheels car? Why?" I asked softly. "Because I love sports cars... I've always wanted one... Hell, in high school, I was in auto shops class and helped make a few engines for race cars," Glenn said, cutting himself off so he didn't go on a rant.

I could tell he wanted to talk more about it, so I sat more comfortably next to him, being gentle with my leg as I folded it with my left to sit cross-legged. I rested my hands in my lap and leaned my chin on my shoulder, "Tell me about it. I'm intrigued," I giggled, seeing a shy smile form on his face and his eyes light up.

"Well..."

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{The Walking Dead Introduction Music Begins}

Til The End - Glenn X Reader

[...To be continued...]