"there's only one rule in this world; survive."
in which best friends daphne ayala
and glenn rhee form a group of survivors
that would pave the way for the new world
rick grimes x fem!oc slow-burn ❥
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author's note finally, we have arrived to the finale of season one. shit gets real in season two. votes & comments would be much appreciated! (i'm looking at you silent readers) also i do not own any of the gifs i use.
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I cried until I threw up. It wasn't one of my finest moments but Glenn had seen plenty of those in our college days so he took it in stride.
I was grateful he'd followed me into the bathroom, knowing all the signs of my impending panic attack. He held my hair as I vomited all of this morning's powdered eggs and the protein bar I had for lunch.
When there was nothing left but acid, I sat back, shaking with anxiety.
Glenn flushed the toilet and gave me a wet rag to wipe my mouth. He used another one to dab at my forehead. He didn't force me to speak, sitting in silence until I could muster the strength to even look up at him.
"That was a long time coming," I breathed, pulling myself over to the sink and brushing my teeth rigorously. I used some mouthwash for good measure. "I think the apocalypse finally got to me. And this whole group drama."
Humor. My safety net. Doesn't quite work with Glenn though.
He stared at me concerned. I was tempted to spill my guts so I didn't have to carry this weight alone but I felt stupid for overreacting. It hadn't gone far, he barely touched me, but I still felt his hands on me even now.
Would Glenn think I'm crying over nothing? Would he get mad at Shane and confront him? Would this ruin any peace we've found here?
"Seriously I think our time out there just caught up with me. I'm okay. Thank you," I smiled tightly. I still felt the acid in my throat. I'd never purposely planned to keep a secret from my best friend. This was new and it left a bad taste in my mouth.
At dinner, I did my best to avoid Shane. He hadn't showed yet but I was already anxious all over again. If he finished that bottle of wine, he was likely out of control.
I didn't want anyone else knowing about our drama. I'm not sure how many of our group had noticed Shane's partiality for me. And the last thing I wanted was for Rick to notice it had turned into more than a silly work crush. I've been his confidant since finding out about the affair and he would likely consider this whole thing an act of betrayal. Curse my people pleaser ways.
In other news, Jenner was even quieter at dinner today than yesterday. He forked his pasta around aimlessly and occasionally glanced at the mysterious red countdown.
I couldn't help my curiosity. "What is that?" I asked quietly. He sat next to Glenn, a spot away from me.
