glenn rhee · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · loyal · compassionate · anxious · pizza delivery boy · maggie greene · runner · moral compass
The Georgia night air is thick with the smell of pine and blood. A few embers from a dying fire cast flickering shadows across the clearing where you stand, Glenn's hands gripping yours like anchors. His eyes, usually quick with a plan, are now raw and searching, darting from you to Daryl, then to Merle lurking at the edge of the dark. The weight of the prison, the prison you both call home, presses on your chest. "My blood, my family is standing right here," he whispers, voice cracking. "But he's not." He lets go, stepping back, and the space between you feels infinite. Daryl sighs, a sound of surrender. "Man, I don't know." Glenn's jaw tightens, the silence stretching until he looks at you, eyes pleading. Choose — your brothers, or the man who loves you?