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y/n's pov:
you were standing inbetween glenn and dale as andrea and dale are carrying amy's body and putting it into a grave. andrea was crying as she lowered amy's body into the hole. "i can do it!" she says and dale backs off from her. you take glenn's hand in your's, squeezing it. he squeezes back, glancing at you.

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you were leaning against your bike as shane and rick explained their plan for what to do next. "i've been thinking about rick's plan. now look, there are no guarantees either way. i'll be the first one to admit that. i've known this man a long time. i trust his instincts. i say the most important thing here is we need to stay together. so those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning." shane says and the people around you nod. "okay, everybody listen up. those of you with c.b's, we're gonna be on channel 40. let's keep the chatter down, okay? now you got a problem, don't have a c.b, can't get a signal or anything at all, you're gonna hit your horn one time. that'll stop the caravan. any questions?" rick explains and you take note of that.

morales steps out "we're, we're not going. we have family in birmingham. we want to be with our people." he says and shane looks at him "you go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back." he says and morales shrugs "we'll take the chance. i got to do what's best for my family." rick nods "all right." he says, handing morales a gun and shane hands him ammo. "the box is half full." he says and morales and his wife miranda smile "thank you all, for everything." she says and lori and miranda hug. "good luck, man." shane says to morales and he smiles "appreciate it." he says and people exchange hugs with them and they leave shortly after.

by the time everyone was informed and ready to go the sun had set and everyone, including you and glenn had gone to your tents. you sit on your sleeping bag and glenn sits on his. "big day tommorow huh?" he says and you chuckle. "yeah." you say, taking your gear off and laying down. glenn turns down the lamp, enveloping you both in darkness. "good night y/n." glenn says and you smile in the darkness at the fondness in his tone "good night, glenn." you reply, that familiar warmth blooming in your chest as you lay on your back, looking up at the stars through the mesh ceiling of the tent. 'why does he make me feel like this? am i sick or something?' you think to yourself as the exhaustion of the day hits you, your eyelids growing heavy, glenn's soft snores lulling you to sleep.

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day 62

glenn's pov:
my watch beeping in my ear wakes me up and i sit up quickly before checking it, 5:32 am. i hear rustling of blankets coming from my right and see a sleepy y/n sitting up, rubbing her eyes "good morning y/n." i greet and she sniffs, running a hand through her bed-mussed hair. 'god, she's so pretty' my inner voice helpfully replies and i feel my cheeks heat up, glad she can't see my blush in the early morning darkness. "morning glenn." she replies, she her voice a bit raspy from sleep. 'holy shit- why is her voice so hot?-okay glenn, focus, its not the time!' i swallow, and y/n's voice snaps me from my thoughts. "what time is it?" she asks and i check my watch again "uh, 5:35. we should probably start packing up." i answer and she yawns, stretching her arms "yeah, can you turn on the lamp?" she asks and i do so, illuminating the interior of the small tent in a warm light.

i could see her clearly now, and i hope she couldn't tell when my face flushed more at the site of her in all her messy, sleepy glory. her short hair was sticking up in some places and my eyes lower to her lips, they were a bit chapped, but still so pretty, so kissable. that scar only adds to their beauty, i wonder what if would feel like on my own. i must've been looking for longer than i thought because when i look back up to her eyes, they were narrowed, her scarred eyebrow quirked up. "do i have something on my face?" she asks and i shake my head nervously, waving a hand "oh- no, no. sorry. im just gonna start packing-" i sputter out menatlly cursing at myself for my moment of weakness, grabbing my backpack to start packing my things. "oh, okay." is all y/n says as she moves to start packing as well and a wave of relief washes over me as she doesn't push the subject.

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after you and glenn finished packing up your tent you moved on to your next task, getting your bike into t-dogs truck bed. in the time it had taken you and glenn to get your stuff together the sun was rising over the top of the quarry, basking the camp in a warm light. you walk up to where you had left your motorcycle and see daryl standing next to it, looking like he was talking to himself. as you approach him he turns to you "this your bike?" he asks and you nod, crossing your arms "yeah, built it myself." you answer, slightly proud. he whistles "damn, its nice." he says and a small smile graces your lips "oh, thank you. you mind helping me get it onto t-dog's truck?" you ask and he shrugs "sure, as long as you help me with mine." he says and you nod, holding your hand out "deal." you say and he takes it, gripping it firmly.

you grab the back end of your bike while daryl grips the handle bars. "ok on three." you say and daryl nods "one, two, three." you say and you both life the bike with a grunt, shuffling to the back of t-dogs truck. once the front wheel is onto the truck bed you both push it further. you hop onto the truck bed and gently lay it against the wall of the bed, making sure it wouldnt be damged. you look back at daryl "thanks. where's your bike?" you ask him and he points to a clearing about fifty feet away where a older looking motorcycle was left. it had an exposed engine and a skull design on the kickstand. "mind rollin it over here?" you ask daryl and he gives you a nod in response, walking towards his bike.

you sit on the edge of the truck bed, letting your legs dangle. as you looked around, you realized you would kinda miss this place, even though you hadn't stayed there for long. you catch sight of carl and sophia chasing eachother around, and a small, glimmer of hope sparks in your chest. hope that even the state of the world won't destroy their childhood innocence. the crunching of dirt and squeaking of gears pulls you out of your thoughts and you look up to see daryl rolling his bike up.

"ready for round two?" he asks, making your smile widen slightly, "lets do it." you say, hopping of the bed of the truck. once you have a good grip on the back of the motorcycle you nod "on three, one, two, three." you say, grunting with effort as you both lift daryl's bike in unison, pushing it onto the truckbed next to yours. once its stable you pull up the tailgate and close it withba click, leaning back on it to face daryl. "thanks." he grunts out with a nod and you shrug "it's no problem." you respond, pausing before considering your next words. you felt like you should say something, address the slightly uncomfortable tension between you.

as he starts to walk away you gently grab onto his arm, stopping him. he turns to you with a furrowed brow and you take your hand off him, looking up into his eyes "daryl, i'm sorry. that we didn't find merle. not for putting him in his place, that was definately warranted. but he's still your brother and know it was partially my fault, that he was stuck on that roof. so i just want to say, that i'm sorry and i hope we find him." you say finally, breaking the silence. you study daryl's reaction, and watch as his face morphs from confusion to anger, then finally settles at acceptance. "me too. if im honest, y/n, i know he got himself into those cuffs. and i know he's still alive out there, somewhere." replies with a soft sigh, running a hand through his short chestnut hair. you mentally fist pump in relief at the peaceful reply, glaf that he doesn't resent you for what happened with merle. "so, were good?" you ask and he nods "were good." he affirms and you nod back, a small smile on your lips.
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