Glenn Rhee X Reader One-shot

Washing Duty

((Sorry if you don't like pop music or songs like this, it just came on shuffle on my playlist and I got the inspiration to do this :3 ))

A world where the dead out number the living. A world that was nothing but day to day survival with only hope to keep you strong. Hope, and the will to protect. Not that you could do much protecting right now....you were stuck with laundry duty. Again!

Y'know, for a zombie apocalypse world, laundry seemed like the least exciting thing there is to do. Now, don't get me wrong when I say this, you hate the outbreak just as much as anybody else. However, you had to admit that you found a guilty pleasure in the rush of adrenaline you always got whenever you were put in danger with no way out but to fight; an attribute that a certain someone did NOT appreciate. Glenn, the man you had been with since before the world ended. He always made sure you didn't get yourself killed, and insisted for you to not be so reckless like you were.

But, y'know what? Yolo.

The others had been helping you scrub the clothes to make the chore go faster awhile ago, but then got called away or distracted one by one, leaving you on your own. With a small groan, you paused for a moment to stretch your aching back from being hunched over a washboard for hours. Eyes closed, you didn't see a certain person with black hair as he approached, smirking lightly as his arms wrapped around your waist. A small gasp of surprise left you, but once the recognition of those arms met you, you immediately calmed down. He tended to have that effect on you, as though you were a feisty kitten who would fight anyone but once he held you, you turned docile.

"Enjoying the sunshine, jagi?" Came the chuckle of the young man behind you. He always did remember that you loved when he spoke Korean to you. You pouted a little, huffing. "No," you said simply, bottom lip jutted out. "The sun is Satan incarnate. Why does this have to be so boring?"

Glenn laughed a little in response to you, nuzzling your neck. That was yet another reason he loved you; he could be calm around you, not 24/7 on the alert...though he still stayed on his toes. No geek was going to take his jagi away...not while he was still breathing.

"Remember how you always used to pass time when we would clean the house together? It always made you so happy and you said it made time pass faster. Why not do it again, (Y/n)?" He couldn't help but hope and pray you would say yes. He missed it, honestly. You smiled a little, loving the idea. Then the perfect song came to your head that made you love it even more.

"Okay, that's a great idea, yeon-in! Buuut~ One condition," you looked at your lover with a devilish grin, eyes gleaming. Glenn couldn't stop himself from smiling back as he chuckled, "Alright, what is it?"

You smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

"Only if you sing it with me. I know you know this one!" At these words, Glenn knew he had submitted himself to your mercy. It wasn't like he could tell you no, even if he wanted to!

You pulled the young man down with you as you got back to the previously forgotten chore, patting the spot next to you happily for him to sit and sing with you. To your surprise and protest, he picked up a brush and one of Rick's shirts and gave you a smile. "I'm free for now, may as well pitch in and help my girl, eh?" He left no room for argument, for just as soon as he said that, he spoke again before you could say anything.

"So, which song is it?"
You smiled again, turning to the pants you had been scrubbing and returning to the chore, confusing Glenn. But then you began to hum a familiar opening, and it dawned on him what song it was, he couldn't help but grin and laugh out a light-hearted "Oh, no-ho ho!"

"Se beon kkajin
budichyeo bwa
yeoseot beonjjeum uljirado~" You scrubbed the cloth in your hands a lot easier now, not hating every ripple and motion of your muscles as you did it knowing you weren't alone now. Glenn shook his head, his smile never leaving. Soaking the shirt, he sang as he began to scrub.

"Daseot beon deo
igyeonaemyeon
kkeuchi boigi sijakhae~"

"Jogeuphage
dallil surok
jungyohan geol
nochil ppunya". You prepared yourself for a whole lot of collaboration; this wouldn't be the first time you two had sung this song together. You had an entire routine memorized from singing it as a duet so often when you were bored or happy or anything, really. You both knew how to do this together fluidly.

"Nege jom deo
siganeul jwo sumeul
goreul su itge hae..." Glenn shared a glance with you, the both of you smirking as you swapped out the now clean clothes for another scrap to wash as you both sang at the same time, harmonising together.

"Neul gateun goseseo~
tteooneun taeyangcheoreom!

3-6-5, nan maeil achim
jamdeun neol kkaeumyeo
harul sijakhae!

3-6-5, 1bun 1choui
teumdo eobseul mankeum
hamkke hal geoya!

Woah-oh-oh! 3-6-5 ne soneul japgo!
Woah-oh-oh! 3-6-5 nochi anheulge!"

At this point, you two had stood and were now hanging the washed clothes, dancing around each other with smooth moves so as to dodge each other and go back and forth from the hanging clothes to the ones waiting to be set up to dry. It was like a dance of dodge and evade while also a dance of fusion and partnership.

Let it be said that the small commotion you two had created drew the attention of a certain crossbow-weilding man as he passed, cocking an eyebrow at the position you two were in with Glenn dipping you slightly. Glenn was first to notice him, freezing like a deer in headlights. You noticed this, and followed his wide-eyed gaze only to turn red in the face. "Daryl!" You gasped, falling with a small "Oomph~!" and landing on your butt while both you and the young man next to you looked like two high schoolers who had been caught making out in the hallway.

"Please don't say anything." You and Glenn both said in unison, blushing faces and all to match. Daryl merely went about his business with a dismissive shake of his head. Glenn kneeled to check on you, helping you stand and dusting off the dirt on the back of your pants, only increasing the blush on both of your faces.

"So....we got the laundry done." You muttered in embarrassment. "Yeah....the next time we sing, let's make sure we don't have an audience. That was so awkward."

A moment of silence followed, only to be broken by the both of you cracking up with tears in your eyes from laughing too hard.

((Until next time, you sexy little Bombshell Beauties~))