𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤~

TWD fics!

Hello! I'm a new fic writer for twd! I will start posting next week, feel free to request if you like!

Hi i don't know if you are still taking requests or not bit if not just ignore this :]

I was wondering if you could write about glenn having his first kid with reader and him being naturaly good with the kid and in calming them and taking care of them

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Glenn just being the loving and caring father was meant to be. warnings: none

a/n: no bc this request is so cute and sad at the same time! like we all know Glenn never got a chance to be a father to Hershal Jr. 😔💔

Inside your home in Alexandria, you yawn tiredly as you had not slept much last night. Your 5-year-old son, Adam had always been very whiny when it came to bedtime. Never wanting to go to bed and sleep.

But fortunately, you had your husband, Glenn. He helped you with that little stubborn boy, swinging him from side to side like when he was first a newborn. And quickly he had quieted down and fell asleep in the arms of your lover.

You were glad to have Glenn by your side and adored his fatherly side, always being affectionate and so caring towards little Adam.

Glenn always made sure to not only look after your son but after you as well. After all, you were the mother of his son.

And your son, oh how he was a daddy’s boy. He loved his dad so much, that it made you think at times that he preferred him over you.

— — —

Adam was playing outside on the lawn, Glenn watching over him with that smile of his. Glenn had promised to take care of him the whole day so you could catch up on sleep.

“Daddy! Look!” Adam runs with a little worm in his open palm, wanting to show his dad what he had found.

“What did you find, little man?" Glenn asks intrigue with a soft smile, watching as Adam runs towards the porch. Suddenly, Adam trips on a little opening in the paver walkway, falling down and scraping his tiny knee on the concrete.

Seeing Adam on the floor with teary eyes makes Glenn jump from his chair quickly before rushing down the porch stairs to him.

“Hey, hey,” Glenn mutters softly, kneeling down to him. Adam’s bottom lip was quivering, and his cheeks were stained with small tears. He was hugging his knee, a small, scraped injury on it. “D-daddy,” He cries with a small pout.

Glenn gets up, reaching down to pick up the crying child in his arms. “It’s okay, dads got you, buddy.” He hugs him tightly, placing his hand over his small head as he attempts to comfort him.

He walks up the porch of the family home, "It's just a little scrape." He whispers to Adam in a gentle tone, reassuring him that he is okay. Adam buries his weeping face into your husband shoulder, staining it with tears and a running nose.

The worm was long forgotten, laying somewhere on the concrete.

The front door opens, Glenn and your son walking inside to where they find you eating a snack on the island table. The teary face of your kid makes you worry. “What happened? Why is my baby crying?”

Your hands cup his chubby cheeks, wiping his tears with your thumb. Adam had his arms still wrapped around his dad’s neck, pouty lip quivering. “I got a boo-boo.” You press a small kiss on his forehead, “You’re okay now, don’t cry, baby.”

Adam gives you a short nod before Glenn props him on the island table. “Let’s get you a band-aid, okay, kiddo.” Glenn pats his head before walking to the bathroom and getting a white first aid kit he had found on a run.

Glenn opens the kit and finds the band-aids. “Hold still, buddy, Dad’s going to fix your boo-boo,” he says gently. And Adam does as his dad says, trying his best to stay still as Glenn carefully places the band-aid over his scraped knee.

You hold Adam's tiny hand, wiping more of his tears while praising him for being so strong.

“Am I strong, daddy?” He turns to ask his dad, looking for confirmation that mom was right. He smiles down at his look alike.

“Yes, you’re very strong.” Adam sniffs, smiling at Glenn before turning to look up at you. “Strong like daddy!” You give Adam one more kiss and smile at him as he wipes his eyes, his lashes sticking a little.

“Strong like daddy.” Glenn smiles, ruffling his hair as Adam whines, not liking it.

You can't help but notice how cute your husband Glenn is with Adam. He seems to know all the right things to say and do to make your son laugh and happy.

The outbreak might have robbed you of a lot of things, but it gave you more than you expected.

Family.

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twd fanfics / replies to anons / mainly fem!reader

characters I write for:

⋆ glenn rhee ⋆ carl grimes

characters I can write for:

⋆ rick grimes ⋆ daryl dixon ⋆ negan smith

I don't write NSFW content.

I'M BACK!

guess who is finally back after 7-8 months of being gone...😁

first off, happy new years! (I know its too late for that.)

believe it or not, I forgot my password and I was trying for SO long to get logged in. and I finally did it! so, I want to apologize to all my beautiful followers and anons who sent a bunch of amazing requests! I will be working on all of the new and old requests I've gotten, I promiseee.

they'll be out sometime this month or the next, please be patient with me babes🙏

a/n: AND please forgive your favorite Glenn Rhee writer!

if you do negan could you do any kind of thing about reader being his son and meeting up after not seeing eachother for the apocalypse

𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: Negan x m!reader summary: It's been years since the reader has last heard of and seen his dad, Negan. That's until now. warning: cursing & mention of death

a/n: wrote this whole entire thing at 2AM... my sleep schedule is fucked up 😭 (not proofread)

Negan had left you and Mom back at home, as he had decided to find the necessary medical supplies to aid Mom’s health condition. But he was taking a while and so you decided to go out and look for him; leaving behind Mom who was sleeping soundlessly.

After aimlessly yet cautiously walking around town, you had found yourself lost. Everything was in ruins and just unrecognizable, which made matters worse. You didn’t know where to go or where to find Negan. It had been a full day and when you finally found your way back home, you came face-to-face with a terrifying scene.

Mom’s heart had stopped. And Mom was no longer Mom, but a corpse rotting on the bed you would often cuddle in with her.

You couldn’t hold back the tears that began to spill, the heartache burning inside you as you clutched at your chest. Dad was nowhere to be seen. So, you stayed there for a week, expecting Dad to show up, maybe even expecting that everything would be back to normal when you closed your eyes every night. Desperately wanting to wake up from this nightmare.

— — —

It had been years since the death of Mom and since you’ve seen Negan. You didn’t know what happened to Dad, but one thing was for sure. You hated him for leaving that day and not returning.

Surviving on your own wasn’t as hard as you thought. Sure, you had no company and were often bored of the silence, yet it was peaceful. You still miss Mom and Dad, but you learned to live on your own, to live for them.

Walking through a now abandoned neighborhood, you could feel the soft breeze of the chilly summer afternoon. You were searching for shelter, as you had been sleeping in a car for the past month before someone decided to ransack the vehicle, taking almost everything, you had inside.

Finally reaching a nice and somewhat clean-looking house, you decide to enter it. Ready in case a Walker lunges at you. You open the door wide enough, holstering your machete as your eyes scan the inside.

After a while of making sure the home was clear of Walkers, you shut the door and let yourself fall on the couch, a sigh leaving your lips.

Your stomach grumbles, reminding you that you haven’t eaten in days. With a soft groan, you get off the couch and walk into the kitchen. It was small, yet colorful. You open the cabinets and cupboards only two find a few canned foods.

Turning the 4 cans, you read the front of them: Canned Corn, Canned Peaches, Tomato Soup, and Baked Beans. It wasn’t something appetizing, but it would do the job. A spoonful of corn is shoved into your mouth, helping to get rid of the hunger you’re feeling. The can was almost empty, and your boredom was beginning to get to you.

But before you can even think of what to do, the sound of footsteps can be heard right outside the front door.

Fuck, why this house out of all?

You thought to yourself before quickly shoving the other canned food into your backpack and getting your machete readying in a strong grip. Your eyes dart around the kitchen, trying to find the perfect hiding spot. The pantry or under the table.

The door opens and you can hear what sounds like three men talking, steps getting closer, and just before they reach the kitchen, you duck under the table.

Pressing your back against the wall, you bite your tongue to keep quiet and ready for anything. Your eyes follow the shoes as they walk past the table. The noise of cabinets flying open, and dishes being moved around with the sound of two men talking filled the small kitchen before it slowly faded away.

You discreetly watch from under the table, following the men walk out of the kitchen with your eyes, The floorboards and staircase creak as they walk up to the second level of the home. This was your only chance to get out and so you took it.

Sneaking out from under the table you fix your backpack before quietly running out of the kitchen into the living room, almost out the front door before you’re stopped halfway.

“Oh, not so fast young man.” A teasing voice calls after you, having caught you trying to run out of the house. A voice you recognized so well.

You grit your teeth, cursing under your breath, “Shit.” You weren’t expecting anyone to be in the living room.

Slow heavy steps walk to behind you, your back facing this stranger.

“If I were you, I would drop that.” He’s talking about your machete. You feel your eyes sting and your heart begins to beat with anxiety. Something you haven’t felt in so long.

You slowly turn around with hands raised, weapon still in your possession. Your eyes land on his face.

He looked the same but, still different. Something about him had changed and you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“Dad?” Your voice wavers, holding yourself together.

Negan’s smirk falls off his face when he stares at you, eyes scanning your face. His eyes search yours, trying to read you. Wondering if he was dreaming again.

“Son?” He lowers his bat, face softening when it fully settles in him. He had found you, after years of searching. You were there, standing just a couple of feet away from him. All this time he thought his only son was gone forever, never to be found.

Even though you had so much anger bottled up inside you, you still couldn't hold back the joy and relief you felt when seeing your dad. Without hesitation, you drop your weapon and run toward him, embracing him in a tight and much-needed hug.

“Every day, I thought about you,” Negan tightens the hug, the sensation of feeling the love and relief from him made you at ease. He lets out a chuckle, pulling you back to grab the sides of your shoulders, looking you up and down.

He smiles down at you, eyes teary as he sniffles. “You've grown into a hell of a survivor, kid. I'm proud of you.” He grabs your face before ruffling your hair, earning a slight groan from you.

“I learned from the best.” You tell him, a sad smile on your lips. Negan seems to take notice of it as he pats your shoulder. “I'm sorry I couldn't protect you like I promised.”

His words make your heartache.

“It’s all in the past now… I’m just glad to have found you, Dad.” You remind him, blinking back tears before he pulls you back into a hug. This time, something different filled the room.

Peace.

Hii! Carl x reader pls!

Carl is hanging out with y/n but she see Ron and they start talking, so Carl gets jealous when he sees them. Then when Carl sees Ron looking at y/n's outfit too much. He interrupts them and takes y/n and ends up making out with her! Ahhh!!!

Thank you! ❤❤

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

genre: fluff pairing: Carl grimes x f!reader summary: Carl gets jealous of the way Ron sees/talks to Y/N. So he shows what he feels. warning: kissing, jealousy

It was the middle of Summer and the sun’s heat was going off. So I wore a pretty basic outfit, it was nice and comfortable, but great for this heat.

Both Carl and I decided to hang out in my bedroom to read some comics, but before we could do that. We went outside to get some snacks.

On the way to get snacks, Ron sees us and walks to me, “Hey Y/N.” He completely ignores Carl’s presence.

I wave at him awkwardly, “Hi… what are you up to?”

Carl's expression changes, his eyebrows furrowing when notices Ron eyeing my outfit and smirking.

Ron side-eyes Carl and looks back at me, “Helping around the community like usual.“ He says while pointing behind him, where a group of people was bringing new supplies in.

I nod looking at the group and spotting Rosita in the distance. I smile and wave at her when she turns, she waves back.

Ron looks back at me, “It’s hot today, isn’t it, Y/N?” He grins as I feel his stare lower from my face.

I nervously look around, “Uh, yeah, it’s summer after all.” I laugh awkwardly.

Ron opens his mouth to say something, but Carl suddenly interrupts him, “Y/N.” He says in a firm voice. I look at him before responding, “Yes, Carl?”

Carl glances at me quickly before gluing his stare on Ron, who was waiting for Carl to talk. He continues, “We should hurry and get what we need.” He sternly says, still not taking his glare off Ron.

I give Carl a thankful smile and turn back to Ron, “Right! Sorry, Ron, but we got something planned together.”

I tell Ron and give him an apologetic smile. Ron sighs frustrated, “Yeah, okay...” He plainly says as he turns and leaves.

Later ~

Once we got all our snacks, we made it back to my room.

He grabs the comic books from my bookshelf and sits on a bean bag. As I place our snacks on my bed, I felt Carl’s eyes on me.

I tried my best to ignore it, but I must admit I felt nervous. I turned and walk to the bean bags and sat next to Carl.

His eyes were still on me, as I reached for a comic book. I finally got the courage to look up at him and met his gaze. He had a serious look, his jaw was tightening.

I sigh, “Carl, is something wrong?” I tried to hold eye contact but failed when I saw his stare go to my lips. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach, I was starting to sweat. Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do? I thought and fiddled with my hands.

The silence was torture, Carl didn’t make a single noise, but I hear his breathing. I saw how his chest rose, until he finally spoke, bringing my attention to his face.

“I don’t want you near Ron.”

He spoke firmly not breaking eye contact once again. Was Carl jealous? It was quite amusing seeing him like this.

“Why?” I asked waiting patiently for his answer. He looked down at the comic book in my hands, “...”

“Is Carl Grimes jealous?” I sarcastically say.

His glance goes to my face, I continue, “I never thought I would see you like this Carl-”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence when Carl walked over to me and brought his lips to mine roughly. My eyes widen in surprise, but soon I let myself go, so I kissed him back.

Sparks light up inside me as I place my hand on Carl’s neck, bringing him closer.

He roughly holds my waist and leans over me on the bean bag.

A million thoughts go through my mind but I can’t help and smile into the kiss. “Y/N,” He says between the kiss. I only hum in response, too into the moment.

I open my eyes slightly and see Carl’s brows furrow downwards. I close my eyes again, enjoying everything.

Carl pulls away for a second, “You’re mine.” My heart skips a beat, but before I can respond, he quickly connects his lips to mine.

Our breathing increases more and more as we deepen the kiss. Carl caresses my cheek with his hand before we pull away to catch our breaths.

Carl still hovering over me, looks into my eyes, “So don’t leave me for Ron.”

I laugh and Carl looks at me confused.

“I don’t like Ron, the only guy I’ve liked has been you, Carl.” I pause and softly gaze at him, “It has always been you.” I flash him a big smile before wrapping my arms around his neck and cuddling.

A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this!!

HIIII IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU SRE BACK!!! YOU WERE MISSED!!!!! 😫

- 🍷anon

HELLOOO🍷anon!! I know I've been gone for sooo long, but I'm finally back! I've seen the requests you've made pookie, give me some time and I'll have them done sometime soon. <3

i know you write fluff but can you write more angst in this request.

both glenn and y/n are like dating, maybe even married. y/n is doing something when a guy comes and tries to kiss her and glenn comes rescue her.

if this is too much, you dont have to write this. you can ignore it if you want. thank you anyway :3

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: Glenn x f!reader summary: When you think you can't fight any longer, Glenn comes to rescue you. warning: cursing, SA, & mention of blood

a/n: sorry for not posting in months, I've been dealing with some personal stuff in life and it's taken a huge toll on me (not proofread/rushed)

A new survivor, David, had arrived at Alexandria two days ago and his presence did nothing but discomfort you. His eyes were always somewhere else, but your face and his inappropriate comments just made it worse.

Glenn knew about this, you having told him the second time it happened. You didn't want to cause any trouble, so you kept quiet after a while.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Glenn places a hand on your waist and pulls you in to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Mm, hey,” you smile at his affection.

You notice the leather gloves he wore, wondering what he was up to. “What are you going to do?” You ask him, pointing at the gloves he wore. His gaze goes down to the gloves, “Oh, I’m going to help Rick and Daryl unload some boxes Aaron found on his run.”

Just as he said that you hear Daryl’s whistle, getting Glenn’s attention as the gates close shut. The truck drove in reverse, backing up with a few boxes loaded in the back.

“Gotta go help now,” he presses another quick kiss on your lips this time, before turning to jog towards the group.

After seeing Glenn get to the others, you turn back to what you had been doing previously; pulling out weeds and dead plants from the little garden you grew. You dig into the moist dirt, carefully pulling out stems and leaves.

You continue doing this for a while before going to the back side of the house, grabbing the hose to rinse your hands.

Glenn and the others had finished unloading the boxes, carrying them to the inside of the church so Gabriel could take care of the rest.

With one hand holding the hose, you rinse the dirt off the other. You do the same thing to the other hand before turning the hose handle off.

The sound of a low whistle gets your attention once you straighten up.

Just as you turn around, you’re met with David. You feel your heart begin to race with nervousness as you spot the smirk plastered across his face; his eyes are filled with something other than friendliness.

“What are you doing all alone, sugar?” He swipes his tongue over his top lip.

“What are you doing here?” You furrow your brows, anger, and frustration washing over you as you glare at him. He wasn’t supposed to be back here.

He lets out a chuckle, a disgusting chuckle. “Aren’t you a feisty one?” He comments, deciding to come closer to you. The look in his eyes makes you shiver as you take a step back, clearly angry.

“Let’s have some fun, baby.”

“Don’t come any closer!” You ordered him, fists tightening at your sides.

David just smirks at the sight in front of him, without doubt enjoying how you looked, all terrified yet willing to fight. “Or what?”

“Or Glenn will fuck you up—” David’s hand pulls your arm, making you tumble flush against his chest. You could smell his nasty sweat and feel the dampness on his shirt.

You pull yourself back, your wrist still in his hand. Adrenaline runs through your body, attempting to swing your free arm at him, only for him to catch it with his other hand.

“Let—” you shake your arms, trying your best to set yourself free, “—go!”

David can’t help but chuckle, turning you around to push you up against the wall of your house. Your shoes squeak on the wet grass, the hose still on the ground.

Your eyes tear up, struggling to get yourself loose from his strong grip. The feeling of not being strong enough hits your guts. David was stronger than you and you know that. Still, something in you wanted to believe it wasn’t true.

And just imagining what he could do to you frighten you to the core.

“Not so strong, are you?”

He taunts you, disgust and fear settling at the pit of your stomach. You didn’t want to cry but hot tears were already beginning to spill. You could feel your vision blur as you turned your head away, not wanting to see his monstrous face.

David presses his body against yours, trapping your legs so that kicking isn’t an option. You tremble, your strong act now gone. “Please, stop!”

With quivering lips, you shake your head as his face is close to your neck, inhaling like a creep. You shut your eyes in fear, praying he would get off you.

His free hand slithers down to your leg as he then grasps your thigh. He gives it a rough squeeze before letting out a vicious chuckle. A laugh that makes your skin prick with goosebumps.

“Heh, I can’t believe I finally have you all to myself.”

He’s suddenly yanked back by his shoulder, someone turning him around. “What the fuck—” A harsh punch shuts him up quickly, enough to make him tumble back. Blood drips down onto the grass as David brings his trembling hands to cover his nose and mouth.

David lifts his gaze from the mess in his hands to Glenn. His eyes widened with fear and before he could say any dumb excuse, Glenn lunged at him.

You take a step back, face wet with hot tears still spilling.

“You piece of shit!” Glenn is on top of David, fisting the collar of his shirt as he throws punches at David’s face. It’s not long before Glenn’s fists are covered in blood. David’s face, on the other hand, is fucked up. Badly.

David grunts on the ground, unable to keep up with defending himself. Some people hear the commotion and soon Rick comes to stop it. He grabs Glenn and pulls him off David, the grass splattered with red specks.

Glenn stumbles back, eyes trained on a badly injured David. David’s nose looked broken, blood coming out his nose. His face was just stained with his own red fluid and with a couple of yellow-greenish marks.

You watched the whole scene unfold in front of you, a trembling hand covering your mouth. What just happened made it way more difficult to process. Your mind was racing, and the tears kept spilling.

Rick was trying to calm down Glenn, who was trying so hard not to lunge at David again. The look on David’s face was clear as day; he fully regretted what he did.

“Lay your hands on my wife again and I’ll kill you!” Glenn snarls at David, full of emotion. Within a few seconds later, Glenn is in front of you, eyes softened. And badly injured David is taken to the infirmary.

He holds himself back from touching you, afraid that he might frighten you. Worry is written all over his face, his eyes searching your tear-stained face. “Love?”

His voice is gentle.

Your lips quiver before you wrap your arms around him. He lets out a shaky sigh as you weep into his embrace. And he begins to tear up.

He tightens his hug, burying your face into his shoulder as he rests his cheek on top of your head.

Although you were shattered by what you experienced earlier, you were a bit more eased to know Glenn would always be there for you.

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬~

genre: angst pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Reader finds out about Andrea's death and Glenn comforts her. warnings: mention of death & crying

a/n: i decided to do a remake of this story but following the script for the exact episode of the show (3x16) please enjoy! 🫶🏽 please ignore the quality of the picture...

The sun was setting in the background, lines of trees covering the distance from the prison. Walkers wander and groan outside the fences surrounding the prison, a so-called home. The engine of Daryl’s bike could be heard from afar, catching the attention of those outside.

Rick had arrived back from Woodbury with the others, a bus covered with long boards of wood following them. As Maggie and Glenn open the gate, you watch from a few feet away as they drive in before coming to a halt.

The rest of the group comes out of the prison, seeing that Rick, along with the others had arrived.

Standing by Glenn, you watch Rick’s distant figure as he got out of the silver truck. You glance back at Glenn’s direction, “I’ll be back.” You tell Glenn as he nods in agreement, his eyes following you as you starting to walk toward Rick.

Carol and the others seem to take notice of the bus parked on the grounds of the prison. Rick just nods at Carol as if telling her it was okay.

Making your way to Rick, your brows furrowed in confusion, watching as multiple people begin to walk out of the bus.

“What is this?”

Carl asks his dad, clearly not liking what he was seeing. Rick looks him in the eyes, “They’re going to join us.” Carl looks back at the people, frowning at the sight before simply walking away from his dad.

“Rick,” You call his name out as you get closer to him. At your voice, he turns around to face you. Your eyes search his, inhaling a short shaky breath before speaking.

“Did you find Andrea?”

Rick goes still for a second, staring into your eyes before breaking away. He lets his gaze wander to the people behind you before letting out a sigh, “Yeah…”

A faint smile grows on your lips, feeling hope swell inside you. “Where is she?” You questioned, eyes searching the people around you two.

Turning his eyes back to you, he shakes his head slowly, replying in a gentle tone, “I’m sorry…” He trails off, wanting to explain to you as to what happened but not having the guts to hurt you more. Instead, he sighs, allowing his head to hang.

Your smile falls once his words hit you. Rick could see the effect it had on you, watching your brows softening and knitting together. Andrea was gone. Everyone knew how much she meant to you.

Both you and Andrea were close to each other, so she was always there for you when you needed her. And you were always there for her.

"W-what?"

Your heart aches and your eyes begin to gloss. You didn’t want to believe it. Andrea couldn’t be gone. Maybe Rick and the others had mistaken someone else for Andrea… At least that’s what you wanted to believe.

“Please,” you beg softly, blinking back burning tears, threatening to fall. Accepting that Andrea was dead was too much for you. You take a step back, trying to distance yourself from Rick, feeling as if you were suffocating.

Your heart was racing, you felt your bones shaking as you place a hand over your chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly. “No…” You sob out, attempting to steady your breathing.

There was nothing you could do to bring Andrea back, you needed to accept it, you had to. You had to survive and live through this. But it was too much.

Slowly shaking your head, you start to feel your hands tremble as it fully sinks in. No more late-night talks with Andrea or hearing her voice. You didn’t want to forget her voice or her face, you want to keep her alive in your memory but how can you? You know soon enough the memory of her will disappear and you’ll forget.

Some of the new people glance at you, filled with curiosity but mainly worried. Probably wondering why some girl was tearing up in front of the man who rescued them.

“Please, please, please…” you repeatedly mumble with quivering lips, wishing, hoping, praying Andrea would show up and tell you it was just some sick joke.

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, finally letting them spill.

From afar, Glenn's brows knit together in concern, watching the whole ordeal go down with Maggie. Seeing the tears falling down your face, he decides to quickly makes his way toward you and Rick.

“Why?”

You breathe out shakily, still crying your eyes out. Looking down at your trembling hands, you begin to feel lightheaded, everything around you suddenly becomes blurry.

Glenn rushes toward you, immediately taking notice of your state. As your knees begin to buckle, he embraces you tightly from behind, stopping you from falling.

You let yourself slowly lean onto him, turning to sob into his shoulder as he rubs your back in a soothing manner. He glances at Rick with a worried expression written all over his face.

Rick runs a hand down his short growing beard, clearly anxious. You clutch Glenn’s shirt, his shoulder getting wet with the hot tears rolling. Before Rick can say anything to try and help the situation, Glenn gives him an assuring look, signaling him it was fine.

Not a second later, Rick turns and leaves.

In an attempt to speak, you lift your tear-stained face to meet Glenn’s eyes, before breaking down and hiding your face. “I’m sorry,” You somehow managed to whimper out, hands holding onto Glenn’s strong arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just let it out.” Glenn whispers softly and kisses the top of your head, reassuring you. His hand holds your trembling one, intertwining his fingers with yours to give you some sense of comfort. Letting you know that you weren’t alone in this.

He gives your hand a small gentle squeeze, his other hand holding the back of your neck while caressing you.

“I got you, so don’t hold back.” He whispers once more, his heart aching for you. He wishes he could do something to stop your cries, but he knows it’s better for you to cry your heart out.

Glenn x F!reader

when Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Carl go to Terminus, but y/n is with them. Glenn and y/n had begun dating for a while now, they got separated during the fight with the Governor. They end up seeing each other after so long. (if you could please follow the script of S4 E16)

y/n is an archer

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Glenn and Y/N finally see each other after so long. warning: swearing(just one, lol)

Rick, Daryl, Michonne, Carl, and Y/N were surrounded by the people of Terminus. The man named Gareth watched the 5 of them from the rooftop.

“Drop your weapons. Now.” He yelled at them, all 5 of them looked at each other, none of them talked, and stayed silent. “NOW!” Gareth yelled louder, all at once, they all dropped their weapons.

Y/N glared up at Gareth as he placed her bow and her arrows on the ground.

“Ringleader, go to your left,” Gareth ordered Rick, “The train car, go.” Rick glances at the train car to the left of him.

Rick looks at Carl as Gareth then threatens to kill Carl if Rick doesn’t do as he says. Rick looks at Carl one last time as he starts to make his way to the train car.

“Now the bowman,” He demands Daryl as he begins to walk, “Now the samurai.” He looks at Michonne, who glares and walks to the car.

“Okay, now the archer,” Y/N looks at Gareth standing still, glaring at him, “Now!” He orders.

“Fuck you,” She mumbles under her breath and walks to the train car. Carl stands there looking at the 4 adults who walk away.

As all 4 of them get to the train car, Gareth yells. “Stand at the door, ringleader, bowman, samurai, and archer, in that order.” They line up behind each other, waiting.

Rick looks at Carl, “My son.” He yells at Gareth, Carl looks at the ground. “Go, kid,” Gareth tells him as Carl begins to walk toward his dad.

“Ringleader, open the door and go in,” Gareth tells Rick, but he speaks up, “I’ll go in with him.” He means Carl. “Don’t make us kill him now.” Gareth stares at Rick.

As Carl gets closer to the adults, Ricks walks up the stairs leading inside the train car. He opens the door, revealing a dark room. They all get inside as Carl walks in last.

The train car’s door closes shut as all 5 of them walk to the left side of the dark car.

Thud

They turn to the sound, it was dark and nothing could be seen, little light was coming in from under the car’s doors.

A figure walks to the group of 5, getting closer as some little light reveals his face. It was Glenn.

“Rick?” He asks coming closer, Y/N’s eyes widen as her heart begins to race, the voice fills her ear and her eyes land on his face.

In shock, she stood still, Rick walked toward him as Maggie walks next to Glenn. “You’re here.” He exhales surprised.

Rick looks at him and at Maggie, Glenn’s eyes wandered, looking at the figures behind Rick, “Is…is Y/N here?” He asks waiting, nervous to hear Rick’s response.

Rick turns to look at Y/N from behind him, “Glenn?” Y/N suddenly speaks up. Her tone soft and uncertain. She walks toward Glenn; he smiles as he walks to her and wraps his arms around her tightly. She smiles again, almost tearing up.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Glenn tells her softly and grabs her face as she smiles at him, “I have too. I never stopped looking for you.” She pulls him in for a short kiss before they look at the group behind Glenn.

The group walks forward, “They’re our friends.” Maggie tells Rick as they all stand together, “They helped save us.” Maggie continues.

Daryl then speaks, “Yeah. Now they’re friends of ours,” He looks at them.

Glenn and Y/N look at the group before she wipes his tears. He grabs her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers.

They were finally together.

A/n: sorry if the part with Glenn and Y/N was too short. btw more requests will be posted in a few days.