Hope || Glenn Rhee x Reader

4 || someone's here

The next day was heartbreaking. People were buried, walkers were burned. There was an emptiness in the camp. Even you could tell that much.

The blonde woman, whose name is Andrea, stayed by her dead sister's side all night. Lori, Rick's wife, told you that her name was Amy. Everyone seemed to miss her.

You sat with Lori and Carol. They took a liking to you quickly. You liked them, too. They were kind and they made you think about your mother.

You looked over at Andrea. She cried beside her sister, sometimes stroking her hair. She was unmoving and her emotion was almost numb. You became worried for her. Her sister was going to come back soon, and you-- and the others-- were concerned she still wouldn't move when she did.

You saw Rick walk up to her. She immediately pulled a gun on him. He backed away slowly. She put her gun down.

Rick walked back to the you and each of you had concern written on your foreheads. You contemplated what needed to happen to Amy.

And that equaled a bullet straight through her brain.

"Hey," Glenn said softly, walking up behind you.

"Hi," you replied. You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched Amy and Andrea. Amy almost looked like your sister for a second. Your mother and Caroline had the same honey-colored hair, just like her. You sighed.

"It's gonna be okay," Glenn told you, now standing beside you. You knew it would, and you knew you didn't know Amy, but you still had to bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering. He furrowed his eyebrows at you. He then whispered, "I gotta get back."

And you were left with Carol.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" she asked quietly. You shook your head at her, dismissing the question.

Daryl started speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Y'all left my brother for dead! You had this comin'!" he yelled, pointing at the row of people they lost only last night. He stopped as he walked off angrily.

Jim and Jackie started conversing loudly, and you all took notice quickly.

"A walker got him," Jackie announced. "A walker bit Jim!"

Everyone walked toward him quickly.

"I'm okay," he said.

"Show it to us!" Daryl demanded.

Jim grabbed a shovel.

"Easy, Jim," Shane warned.

"Grab him!" Daryl yelled.

Choruses of "Jim, put it down," rose.

T-Dog grabbed him from behind when he handed over the shovel.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Jim argued.

Daryl ran to lift up his shirt, revealing a nasty bite below his ribs. You gasped. Daryl dropped his shirt and T-Dog released him.

"I'm okay," Jim told you all again. People backed away, disgusted by the bite and angry at the fact that he didn't warn any of you.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he attempted to convince all of you, looking each of you in the eyes. He repeated the phrase again and again.

The others sat him by the rv. You and the rest of the group walked far away form him to speak about his fate.

"I say we put a pickaxe in his head," Daryl suggested quickly. "And the dead girl's and be done with it."

"Is that what you'd want if it were you?" Shane argued.

"Yeah," Daryl answered. "And I'd thank you while you did it."