✧ sugar ๑ glennrheexfem!reader ✧

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y/n's pov:
dale was driving now, you and glenn were sitting on the couch in the back while shane and andrea were sitting at the booth table. you had your headphones on, listening to your mixtape. glenn was messing around with a rubix cube and you notice that he was still wearing your sunglasses, just on his head instead of his eyes. you chuckle quietly and elect to let him have them for the time being. you feel the rv stop and take your headphones off. "what is it?" andrea asks and you stand to take a look out of the windshield.

you internally groan as you take in the state of the highway infront of you. rusting, abandoned cars on both sides and blocking the caravan from the rest of the highway. "see a way through?" andrea asks and glenn shrugs "uh, maybe we should just go back. go through interstate bypass?" he offers and dale shakes his head "we can't spare the fuel." he says and you mentally hit your head on the dashboard in frustration. "god damnit." is all you say before swinging the door open and hopping outside, andrea, glenn and dale following you out.

soon everyone has gathered in beween the cars and rick adresses you since dale was busy trying to fiz the rv. "whats wrong with the rv?" he asks and you shrug "almost out of fuel and the radiator hose is shit." you answer and he nods, you could tell the gears in his head were turning. "we can scavenge what gas and parts we can from the cars as we move them out of the way." rick says, always quick to come up with a plan. you nod and glenn speaks up "some water and food too, im starving." he grumbles and you feel a pang of anger at yourself for not saving any food from the c.d.c . lori doesn't look as on board with the plan as the rest of the group "this is a graveyard. i don't know how i feel about this." she says and you internally roll your eyes but try to stay as nice as possible, you didn't wanna get on the unnofficial first lady of the group's bad side.

"it's not a graveyard, these cars are abandoned. we need this stuff, the people who left it don't, not anymore." you state, trying to be as gentle as you could. lori just looks at you blankly and walks away, carl in tow. "come on, y'all. just look around, gather what you can." shane says and everyone springs into action. you walk towards the nearest car and start to search it for anything useful. you hear steps behind you and turn to see glenn, holding your sunglasses out to you. "i think these belong to you." he says, making you chuckle softly as you take them back and place them on the top of your head. "thanks. maybe we can find you a pair of your own in all this bullshit." you reply and he snorts "that would be ideal, feels like the sun is personally out to get me. you want me to help you with your face?" he asks, making you tilt your head in question.

"what?" you reply and glenn gestures to your face "you have a few cuts, from the explosion back at the c.dc. they're not bleeding, but you should get them patched up so you don't get a infection or somthing." he answers and you suddenly feel the four small cuts around your face from the broken glass in the explosion. they're about as deep as a paper cut but, ouch. "oh. yeah, i totally forgot about them. mind helpin me out?" you ask and he shakes his head "not at all, i owe you one anyway. come on." he says, turning to walk into the rv and you follow him.

glenn's pov:
as we sit in the booth seat y/n she pulls out her first aid kit from her back back and lays out the supplies for me on the table. "thanks for helpin me, i appreciate it." she says, in that soft, almost bashful tone she gets when she thanks anyone. it totally doesn't make butterflies erupt in my stomach or anything. totally not. "don't mention it. you did patch my ass up when we first met. and took care of drunk/hungover me. so i'm just repaying the favor." i say, giving her a smile as i rip open a alcohol pad.

she smiles back as i reach out to gently hold y/n's chin to keep her face steady. "this is gonna sting." i warn, trying not to think about how easy it would be to kiss her right now. "i know, just get it overwith." she says giving me permission to start. she doesn't even wince as i start cleaning one of the cuts, i lean in just a bit closer, making sure to be as gentle as possible. i couldn't help stare at her, again, as i wipe away the now dried blood from the smalls cuts on her pretty face. her beautiful, expressive eyes, her smooth skin, the curves of those perfect, chapped but oh so soft looking lips-  

the same lips that were now pursed in confusion, making me look back up into her eyes as she speaks. "uh, earth to dumbass? did you hear me?" she sask and i feel my cheeks heat up as i glance away, my mind rushing for a response "oh- uh no, what did you say?" i sputter, internally cursing myself for my moment of absolute creepness. y/n raises her scarred eyebrow "i was saying, that i'm surprised you haven't brought up those assholes i killed. the ones with the wolf tattoos." she says and i swallow, grateful for a distration from my daydreaming. "oh, right. i have been kinda curious. about how they knew you, how you knew them." i reply as i grab a new wipe from the table and open it, returning to cleaning another cut as y/n answers.

"i crossed paths with them in the early days of the outbreak. 'the wolves', an already established and feared gang before the dead started to rise. as soon as the military in the neighborhood had either left or been overrun, they started killing, stealing, taking people as prisoners. myself included." she explains and my stomach drops at the thought of her being imprisoned. "holy shit. how'd you get out?" i ask, still kinda in shock of what she just revealed.

"got lucky. a horde passed through the neighborhood, distracted them enough for me to escape, blend in with the dead." she answers, and her words from before, in the mall come back to me 'i've done this before, we'll be fine'. "like how we did back in atlanta, right? to get out if the mall?" i ask and she nods,"exactly." she answers, and i feel my chest swell with a certain admiration for her bravery. "damn, you're a true badass aren't you?" i comment with a small smirk and she lets out a soft, almost laugh. god that was so cute- okay, focus glenn, you still need to bandage her cuts.

clearing my throat i toss the old wip and grab a small bandaid, unwrapping it and leaning forward to place it over a cut on her forhead. "almost done, then we can get back to mindlessly scavenging through the cars like a pack of rats." i comment, trying to distract myself from how close she is right now. "right, gotta find another shitty radiator hose for this hunk of junk." y/n replies as i grab another bandaid, making me snort. "at least it'll get us another fifty-ish miles." i say as i gently place the bandage over a cut on her cheek. "two down, two to go. you're doin great, i thought doctors made the worst patients?" i comment and y/n smirks.

"im not a doctor, im a paramedic. i'm just doctor adjacent, so i know how to sit my ass still and let someone patch me up." she replies, making me bark out a laugh. "ah, so there is a difference between the two. good to know." i say, placing the final bandages over her cuts. "you're all done." i say, leaning back in the booth. y/n nods and packs her first aid kit back in her backpack. "alright enough slacking, lets get back to work." she replies, standing and slinging her backpack over her shoulder as she walks out the door of the rv. i take a deep breath before joining her outside.
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