Black Sheep - Rick Grimes x Male

The Damned

Tw: Talk suggesting S/a and abuse.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence. Moon had his left elbow resting against the window ledge with his hand in his hair. Lost deep in thought as he drove them to the next outpost. Glenn tried to focus on cleaning the gun in his lap, he tried to keep his mind busy.

But he felt like he had to say something. The argument they had never left his mind. The face his brother made as he told his story haunted Glenn. The way his voice sounded and the way his nephew stared at him as if he was something to fear, hurt his heart.

Glenn felt the nerves pick up as he began imagining how the conversation would go. He thought of what he would say, and what Moon would say. The man needed to talk about it, he needed his brother to know how sorry he was for not being there for him. For not seeing his pain.

Glenn glanced over at Moon, his big brother's head shook slightly as he mouthed words to himself. "Purple dragon." Moon muttered under his breath, thinking of the next tattoo he wanted. His head tilted in a maybe at the idea.

Glenn's eyes trailed down to the thin scar on the side of his brother's neck. Then to the scars peeking out of his collar. He was quick to turn his eyes away when Moon looked over at him. "What'd I tell you about staring?" Moon raised an eyebrow at the man who was once a very curious boy.

Glenn had lingering eyes, Moon couldn't count the number of times he's scolded his brother for staring at people who might have looked a bit different. "That it's rude." Glenn mumbled like a small child, feeling extremely bad for no reason. Moon immediately heard the trouble in his baby brother's voice.

Switching hands on the steering wheel Moon placed the back of his right hand over Glenn's forehead, feeling for the fever he thought was the reason for his brother's quiet voice and pale face. "What's wrong, bud?" Moon asked when he didn't feel anything worrying.

Glenn felt the hand on his forehead travel back into his hair, the man brushed his brown locks back gently. Moon's first assumption was the killing. He hoped it was that, that was something he could fix himself. All Glenn had to do was say something and Moon would do it all for him.

His baby brother wouldn't be here if it were up to him. He would be at Hilltop with Maggie. Or at Alexandria with the kids. Moon glanced back at the road, then in the side mirror to make sure everyone was still following behind.

The large group was split into three teams. Moon was leading a small party of people to the compound Rick and Daryl would be searching. Moon and his group would be outside, keeping the Saviors out of the building.

Each compound had a significant amount of weaponry and Rick planned to take it all. Morgan, Tara, and Jesus led a smaller group to a compound closer to Hilltop. Carol and the King were leading the fighters of the Kingdom to the last Savior outpost.

"You don't have to do this, Glenn. I can handle it." Moon assured, having no problem filling his brother's place. Glenn sighed, his head shaking at the offer. "I can do it." He didn't mind murder if it meant his family lived.

A small hum left the older man's throat as he brought his hand back to the steering wheel, turning left. "Just... don't feel good." Glenn shrugged his shoulders, feeling his stomach twist. He swallowed thickly, his heart racing in his chest.

"Drink some water." Moon gestured to the bottle of water by his brother's feet. Glenn leaned down, forcing back a gag as he felt sick rise in his throat. Never has Glenn had trouble talking to Moon. He's always felt comfortable saying whatever was on his mind. And Moon has never done anything to make him feel any different.

But this made him feel sick. Glenn took a small sip of the warm water, his lips smacking together as his mouth started to water. Moon glanced over, recognizing the look on his face. "You have to hold it, I can't stop."