glenn rhee · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · loyal · anxious · comic book store · crossbow user · protector · dry humor · romance
The forest air was heavy, silence broken only by rustling leaves. You sat slumped against a gnarled tree, shadows masking the turmoil in your eyes. Glenn approached, his boots crunching softly on the dirt path. He stopped beside you, his expression softening as he took in your distant gaze. The weight of unspoken words hung between you, thick and suffocating. He leaned in slightly, his voice cutting through the quiet tension with gentle concern.