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glenn's pov:
we were almost to the truck. walking under the railroad track, y/n on my right and rick on mh left. "admit it, you only came back to atlanta for the hat." i say with a smirk. "don't tell anyone." rick replies in a hushed tone. i glance to my right where y/n was walking, her eyes focused on the ground infront of her. i was still thinking about her reaction to seeing my in the gym, how she hugged me. 'damn, that felt nice, i should get kidnapped more often,' i think, as my eyes scan down her form, taking in her beautifully muscular arms- i snap my eyes away and my cheeks heat up as i realize im staring, again. 'get it together, you pervert' my inner voice scolds and i swallow, focusing forward.

we reach the spot where i parked the truck, but it was nowhere to be seen. "where the hell's our van? who would take it?" i ask and rick makes eyecontact with me. "merle." he answers. "he's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp. we should haul ass." daryl says and we all start to run towards the quarry. once we get closer i hear gunshots "go! go!" i shout and start to tun faster, the others on my heels. once we get to camp i see its fully chaos, walkers and people running around, people shooting or stabbing them. i shoot the nearest walker to me and was about to turn to another when one grabs me from behind. i yelp and fall to the ground, the walker trying to get at me. suddenly, it stops moving and drops to the ground beside me.

i see y/n standing next to me, her bloody machete in hand. "thanks." i say breathlessly and she shrugs "no problem." she says, reaching a hand out to me. i take it and she helps me stand. i look around and see that all of the walkers were dead, on the ground. but it wasn't just the walkers, there were people, good people dead. i look to the rv and see andrea sitting next to a lifeless amy. i start to tear up "oh no- amy. oh shit." i say and i feel y/n wrap her arms around me. "im sorry glenn." is all she says as i cry into her neck. it was simple, but it comforted me to know she was there.

we seperate, and y/n puts a hand on my shoulder "lets gets some rest, then we can bury them tommorrow, okay?" she says and i nod, wiping the tears from my eyes. she gently takes my hand in hers and leads me to my, no- our tent. i immediately collapse on my sleeping bag and y/n lays on hers, facing me. "goodnight glenn." she says, looking into my eyes. i smile, "goodnight y/n." i say and close my eyes, drifting to sleep.

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day 61

y/n's pov:
you wake up to your head pounding and groan as you sit up. rubbing your eyes you look to your left and see that glenn wasn't there. you check your watch and it reads 8:32 am. you never slept past 7, you must've been exhausted from yesterday. you realized you still had all of your gear on, and questioned how you slept with it as it is usually uncomfortable. your stomach growls and you sigh softly taking a granola bar and water bottle from you backpack, eating and drinking quickly as you mull over the events of the night before. so many people got hurt, because you and the others werent there. the thought makes your fist clench around your water bottle. you sigh before taking the last bite of the granola bar, preparing yourself for the grim reality of the day.

you exit the tent, looking around at people moving bodies into piles. you see andrea still sitting next to her dead sister, keeping watch over her. you feel a pang of sadness in your chest at the sight, which was strange. you've never felt saddened over the death over people who were basically strangers to you, but for some reason, these people, these survivors, brought up emotions in you you thought you no longer experienced. you were familiar with rage and joy, but this sadneess, this grief you felt as you looked on to the bodies laying in piles was unfamiliar to you. it had been so long since you felt such empathy and greif. you decided to pay your respects to amy.

you look to your left and see a patch of daffodils sprouting from the grass. you pluck a couple and walk over to andrea. she looks up at you, her eyes bloodshot in a way that makes your heart clench. you don't say anything, you can't say anything. you hold out the flowers to andrea in a silent gesture of condolences and she reaches up and takes them with a shaky, bloody hand with a nod before gently placing them onto amy's chest. you turn and scan the area and see glenn struggling to pick up the body of a walker. you walk over to him "need some help with that?" you ask and he looks up and nods, "yeah, thanks." he answers and you bend down and grasp the arms of the walker, you both lifting up with your legs and throwing it over to the walker pile.

you look over to andrea who was still sutting by amy, rick trying to talk to her. you can't hear exactly what they're saying but you get an idea when andrea pulls her gun on him. 'well shit- thats not good' you think as you watch rick back off walk over to to shane, lori, and daryl. you decide to join the group, and glenn follows behind you you. (a/n- walk him like a dog 😜) daryl was yelling, as usual. "y'all can't be serious. let that girl hamstring us? the dead girl's a time bomb." he says and rick shrugs "what do you suggest?" daryl gestures with his crossbow. "take the shot. clean, in the brain from here. hell, i can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance." he says and you have to admit, he kinda has a point. lori shakes her head "no. for god's sakes, let her be." she says and with that the conversation is over.

you and glenn go back to dragging the bodies around into piles, the georgia sun already beating down relentlessly, a layer of sweat and grime covering your body. after about an hour you bend over and brace youself on your knees, wiping the sweat off your brow with the bottom of your shirt, catching your breath. you glance up and see morales and daryl drag the body of a dead camper toward the fire. "what are you guys doing? this is for geeks. our people go over there." glenn says, pointing to a pile of bodies a few feet away. you could tell he was upset, his brows furrows and lips set in a pout. 'thats kinda cute- no, bad y/n! focus!' you inner voice scolds and daryl's rasp breaks you from your thoughts "what's the difference? they're all infected." glenn points to the pile of dead campers "our people go in that row over there. we don't burn them! we bury them. understand? our people go in that row over there." he says and daryl and morales drag the body toward the row of dead campers. you put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it, trying to reassure him. daryl huffs as he drops the bodies legs onto the ground "you reap what you sow. y'all left my brother for dead. you had this coming." he spits before walking off into the woods.
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