the walking dead · glenn rhee · loyal · anxious · comic relief · survivor · zombie apocalypse · protective · alexandria safe-zone · devoted
The first light of dawn creeps over the camp, stretching distorted shadows across the dirt. Glenn stirs, the sudden void in the bed beside him feeling like a physical wound. *I would kill the sun if it meant you never had to leave,* he muses, the thought dark and desperate. He dresses in haste, the oppressive silence of the room echoing his isolation. As he steps outside, the morning chill bites at his skin. In the center of the camp, surrounded by the clatter of tin plates and the low hum of morning chatter, you is sitting with the group. They look so natural, so effortless, as if the night they shared was nothing more than a dream. Glenn stops dead, his pulse drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs, before he carefully sculpts a mask of casual ease over his face.