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

Chapter 93) Here

"Where'd you get the gun?" Michonne asks Rick.

He is currently in holding after his outburst on the street. It's the morning after.

Y/N, Glenn, Carol, and Abe all stand in the room with Michonne and Rick.

"You took it, right? From the armory?" Carol asks.

Rick looks over at her with an odd look. Y/N glances between the two. Something is up. Carol knows something.

"That was stupid. Why did you do it?" Carol says.

Rick shrugs. "Just in case."

Y/N fumbles with Noah's flannel that is wrapped around her waist. "Deanna is planning to have a meeting tonight. For anyone who wants to."

Abe glances at her. "To kick Rick out?"

"To try." Carol responds.

Glenn shakes his head. "We don't know that."

"I'm supposed to meet with Deanna in a few minutes. I'll find out what it is." Y/N assures Rick. He nods slightly.

Carol speaks to Rick. "At the meeting, you say you were worried about someone being abused and no one was doing anything about it. You say you took a gun just to be sure that Jessie was safe from a man who wound up attacking you. You say you'll do whatever you want them to. Just tell them a story that they want to hear. It's what I've been doing since I got here."

Y/N nods a little. She recognized the way Carol was acting when the group first arrived. She knew Carol was playing the Alexandrians.

Michonne looks at her. "Why?"

"Because these people are children and children like stories."

"What happens after all the nice words and they still try to kick him out?" Abe asks.

"They're guarding the armory now." Glenn says.

"We still have knives." Carol says. "That's all we'll need against them."

Rick sighs. "Well, tonight at the meeting, if it looks like it's going bad, I whistle. Carol grabs Deanna, I take Spencer, Michonne grabs Reg. Glenn, Y/N, and Abraham cover us, watch the crowd."

Michonne huffs. "We can talk to them."

"Yeah, we will. If we can't get through, we take the three of them and say we'll slit their throats."

Y/N inhales. "Like at Terminus?" She gets chills rethinking the large metal tub.

"No, we just tell 'em. They give us the armory and it's over." Rick replies.

"Did you want this?" Glenn asks.

"No. I hit my limit. I screwed up. And here we are. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna sleep some more."
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"Y/N? Hey, she's out on the porch." Reg tells her.

Y/N nods and walks outside to where Deanna stands holding a pad of paper. "What do you need to talk about, Y/N?"

"The meeting tonight." Y/N replies.

Reg, who now stands beside his wife starts to speak. "Y/N, if we could talk-"

Deanna interrupts him. "I want to talk to everyone about what happened and what we need to do about it."

"If it includes sending Rick away, it's not gonna work." Y/N says.

"Tell me what that means."

"You let Rick in. You let all of us in. You spoke with us and you decided. Now you want to put that decision on a group of very frightened people who don't have the whole story. That's not leadership."

"Tonight is just a forum. It's just for people to say their piece." Reg says.

"And i'll make the decision as I've done since the beginning." Deanna says.

"He was frustrated. The things he's seen. The things he's lost. The things we've all lost." Y/N says.

Deanna raises an eyebrow. "Rick stole a gun and pointed it at people."

"He didn't pull the trigger."

"That's a metric? That he didn't pull the trigger?"

Y/N nods. "Yes." Now she is getting frustrated.

Rick has always been there for them. Rick has saved the group countless times. Rick is a part of them.

Reg looks to his wife. "Michonne stopped him, Deanna. Michonne did."

Deanna sighs. "I'm gonna do what I have to do, Y/N."

Y/N grinds her teeth but says nothing as she walks off the porch.

Reg calls after her and catches up. "Y/N, look. The cavemen, they were all nomads. And they all died. Then we evolved into this and we lived. Civilization starts when we stop running. When we live together. When we stop sending people away from the world and from each other."

He sighs. "That's what I'm going to tell her. That's what I'm going to tell everyone."
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Y/N finds Glenn sitting by Noah's grave.

He looks up at the sound of footsteps. "You met with her?"

"Yeah." She sits down next to him absentmindedly staring off.

"So what is it?"

"It's what we thought. I'm gonna try and talk to people. Anyone I can. I'm gonna try to solve this."

He nods. After a moment he rests a hand on her leg. "I love you."

She looks at him, setting a gentle kiss on his lips. "I love you too."
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That night, the group sits around a small fire.

Deanna sighs. "We're going to start."

Y/N glances around. "Can we wait? There's still people coming. Sasha. Rick." She lists a few.

Deanna puts her hands into her coat pocket. "We're going to start. It's already dark. We're going to talk about what happened. Not the fight. Not what precipitated it. We're dealing with that. We're going to talk about one of our constables, Rick Grimes."

She pauses for a moment.

Y/N glances at Glenn who squeezes her hand in return.

"We're going to talk about how he had a pistol he stole from the armory, about how he pointed it at people. And we're going to talk about what he said. I was hoping he'd be here."

Michonne speaks from her spot towards the back of the group. "She said he's coming."

Carol nods. "I'm sure he'll be here. And i'm sure we can work this all out."

Y/N sighs quietly. She feels a sense of dread sinking into her chest. "He'll be here." She whispers to herself.
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