THE REASON ━ glenn rhee ²

𝟏𝟖. alexandria

THE REASON

chapter eighteen ; alexandria
[ season five - episode twelve ]

SHE WAS IN awe. As she stared up at the walls in front of her, the sound of children laughing and yelling behind them was not what she was expecting when they arrived at the entrance of Alexandria.

It was exactly how she imagined it to be from the pictures — however, it felt surreal. She wouldn't have thought that a place like that with people that were happy would still exist. She was wrong.

In fact, a majority of them were wrong — especially Rick. Not only a day before had he tried to persuade them into thinking Alexandria wasn't real and was only a trap just like Terminus was.

The Grimes man stepped forward, his daughter babbling loudly in his arms as her bright eyes danced around. Kloe subconsciously shot her head over to her husband and brother beside her.

She sent them a small smile, gesturing toward her ear and the walls. They listened closely, catching onto the children's laughter and happiness latched in their voices. Smiles snuck their ways onto their lips mindlessly, turning over to the youngest members of the group.

Carl had the back of his head facing them, his eyes trained on something else in the distance in one of the abandoned houses that looked as though they'd been burnt down. They were the forgotten buildings that were excluded from the others before the walls were built.

Their attention was brought back to the gate that was in front of them, being pulled open from the other side as Aaron, Eric, and Max approached it. A loud rattle from a trash can was to be heard to the side of everyone, instinctively making them spin around and raise their weapons.

Scurrying out of the metal object was a small animal. A possum. It was looking for food. Possibly for its family or itself. It was surviving. Not for long though as Daryl releases his trigger on his crossbow. An arrow flew through the possum's torso, letting out a small squeal before its life faded away.

Daryl crouched forward, picking up the possum from its tail. The people behind the gate frowned upon the Dixon man as the gate could no longer open any more than it had.

A man and a woman both stared at Daryl, clenching their jaws. The man had short, curly, brunette hair. He had a long face, but that might've just been from where his mouth was partly open. He wore a polo shirt that had buttons going down the middle, the two at the top undone with very light green cargo pants. Around his shoulder was his rifle.

Beside him was a much shorter woman, who had long, wavy, dirty blond hair. She wore a plain white crop top, partially covered by her denim jacket, with dark gray, skin tight pants. The part that was most mesmerizing about her was her deep blue eyes, which if you looked close enough was equivalent to crystals.