i'll find you

@honorthedead​ || a meme from this tag?? || “You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.” // enid

A bruised spot on her head. A busted lip. Her arm’s in a sling and she isn’t budging. The dull ache is nothing compared to the worry filling her up. Feet drum against the wall as she sits curled up on the picture window bench. A blanket’s pooled around her and dangling over the edge but she can’t be bothered to lift the rest of it up. Somewhere, OUT THERE, beyond the gates? Carl and the others have gone off looking for supplies. How’s she supposed to do anything but wait til he they gets back? 

She wanted to be out there with them. She knows these woods. Knows the spots. They barely got their feet wet out  there in her eyes. The fact that she isn’t doing something? It drove her up the wall..  They’re a day late.

Nothing good happens when people are LATE. Why she let herself start caring is beyond her. But she did and now she can’t shut it off. She wishes she could. Her eyes roll towards the sky. It’s getting dark and she scowls when she looks back out the window again. It’s not a pout. Kids pout. And she’s not a kid anymore. Never really got a chance to be one anyway. 

She made a stupid decision..missed one that was practically GROWING INSIDE OF A FALLEN TREE. It crawled up on her, got hold of her feet. By the time she cracked her head off the ground, she was screaming before a hand grabbed her by the coat and yanked her away. Two almond shaped dark eyes stared down at her. ‘What the HELL do you think you’re doing?’  Before the walker was nothing but the corpse it should’ve been and Glenn’s knife was dripping with brown ick.

Glenn’s voice stirs and jars her at the same time. Her attention snaps up at him and she palms at her face. No, she wasn’t crying. She’s just tired that’s all. “I’m okay. I just want them home,” and she doesn’t look him in the eye too long. Doesn’t need what happened coming up. Which part of her wonders if this is a trick to get her to TALK.

    She does need to eat. It’s mostly genuine, but a partial trick -- one that Glenn thinks is as transparent as can be, but he still sets the steaming bowl next to her. He doesn’t have to be particularly perceptive to know where her mind is. The others haven’t returned yet. Her nerves are probably frayed, worst-case-scenarios drifting to the forefront of her mind. Glenn can’t blame her -- but people are late sometimes. He’s worried too, but optimistic. They’re good at what they do.

    When Enid disappeared, it didn’t help. Losing her to the woods isn’t going to make the group come home any faster. Anything could happen before she could find them -- with no guarantee that she’d even find them. Search parties aren’t solo for a reason. And Glenn is glad he trusted his instincts to look for her. Only to hear her scream, to find her with a walker’s hands desperately grappling at her shoes. He yanks her away and Glenn’s knife drives into the skull, twists and withdraws with speed.

    ( at least she’s safe now )

    Glenn takes a breath, inviting himself to sit next to her on the window bench. Had she been crying? 

 ❝ I know. I do too, ❞ he admits. For a moment, he looks at the window -- the sun setting, the darkness settling over the community highlights the passage of time. It reminds him that she’s right to think it had been too long. It means that they may not see them tonight, not if they choose not to travel under darkness. He tries not to focus on how they can’t if something happened either. Eyes shift back to Enid.

    ❝ But you have to believe in them. That they’ll make it home. -- what were you going to do out there? ❞

A hint of a grin touches Daryl’s lips. Negan’d never understand what a good man he’d ripped from the world, how lucky he is that Glenn can look past what most people wouldn’t. What he’d never be expected to. But Glenn had always been the best of all of them, and that’s still true now.

“Give him hell,” he murmurs, and falls back.

The guard’s standing outside. Most people do. Inside means listening to Negan’s bullshit rambling and… most people’d rather avoid that. 

Causing a distraction won’t be hard, but causing one that wouldn’t wouldn’t get Daryl caught… that’s another story. Glenn might be able to pickpocket the guard, maybe even open the cell door, but he wouldn’t be able to let Negan know what was going on. They need Daryl for that. He can’t just grab the guard for a chat and lead him off.

He goes for the obvious: toppling shit over.

There’s a stack of barrels outside the council building –– all full of water, gathered up and tied with twine and ready to distribute around town. If these barrels break… they won’t break. He’s careful, cutting the cord, fraying it so it looks less like sabotage, and winces as the first barrel hits dirt. It stays in one piece, and starts rolling. Daryl blows out a breath of relief, and falls away in quick, quiet steps as the rest follow suit, heading toward the prison.

    At the very least, Glenn will know that he’s a better person than Negan. Had been. Approaching the jail, he’s excited for the bit of mischief, but undeniably, there’s a touch of nervousness -- a touch of hesitance, knowing that he’ll be facing Negan. What eases him is knowing that he’s untouchable now, that there was nothing Negan could do to a ghost. It would startle the other man far beyond it what it’d do to him. 

    ( and they were doing good. he was helping Daryl do the right thing )

    Approaching the guard, Glenn’s eyes scan to the belt where the cell key hangs. He was never much of a pick pocket, as quiet as he could be, he didn’t have those skills in life. But, death made that skill, in particular, a lot easier to pick up on. He didn’t have to worry about being spotted. Instead, he could creep up behind the guard, stand close and reach for the key. Focusing hard, he feels metal under his fingertips. Holding his breath, he slides it from the ring and disappears into the building.

    He trusts Daryl has the distraction under control.

    Glenn isn’t quite prepared to see Negan in his cell. He stands beyond the bars initially, eyes intent on him. There he is. Glenn chose deliberately not to face him before. And instinctively, his breath catches before he gathers himself. Instead of unlocking the door himself, he phases through the bars. 

    ( just a little closer ) 

    Negan’s about to get a ticket out of here and Glenn has no guilt whatsoever as he moves to the table, concentrates to grab a book lifts and tosses it at his feet, alarming the man enough for him to stand with a what the fuck? Glenn chuckles under his breath ( aware that Negan can’t hear him ), chooses a tennis ball next to bounce off the wall behind him.

so, as was suggested before, i think what i’ll do is this:

    in glenn’s main verse, he is always with maggie. however, when it comes to shipping, all ships take place in a different verse where glenn never ended up with maggie.

call. @honorthedead​

        ❝ it’s alright to be scared, yeah? anyone says they aren’t, they’re talking out of their arse. some of us are just better at hiding it. not sure that’s a good thing. ❞

    ❝ -- anyone who’s not scared, if there’s people out there that aren’t -- they’re probably the ones to be scared of. ❞ It would take such a disconnect from the way the world was now. He imagines they’d be those who were cut out for it in the way that only ruthless people might be without an adjustment, without acclimating. Glenn knows that to be fearless would mean shutting off who he was and that’s one thing he can’t ever do.

    But he doesn’t want anyone to see him weaker for it. He’s not weaker when he’s afraid -- he’s just afraid.

( it’s that simple )

    i am so worried.

    summary of the episode that i’ve gathered so far: