Jumped

Request - I’m in college too at the moment so don’t worry about it! I understand the struggle and there’s absolutely no rush! I was wondering if I could request a platonic Glenn Rhee x older teen!reader? (Like 17-18) Preferably female but gender neutral is okay too! While on a run, reader sneaks up on him, knocks him out, and steals his stuff because she’s trying to survive on her own and doesn’t really have much. She ends up feeling bad and brings him to a secure place and waits for him to wake up before apologizing and giving his things back. Maybe he brings reader back to the group and they form a sibling like bond? Super protective Glenn? Again take your time and thank you so much!

Angst?/Fluff -

Warnings - Theft, Injury, Blood,

Pairing - Glenn Rhee X Teen!Fem!Reader

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You knew you’d eventually have to move on from the little home you’d set yourself up in. In the backroom of a drug store, you’d set up a home base and rarely left that room. It’d been a long while since you’d been around people or seen someone that wasn’t looking to kill or rob you. The supplies that you had in the store were finally starting to run low and you could only go so long on just granola bars and what few water bottles actually had water in them.

With just a knife at your side, you stepped out of the room and into the main part of the store. Carefully, you step over the cans you’d strung up to signal if something (or someone) wandered into the store. Exiting the store, you pause for a moment, taking in the feeling of the sun on you before you walk to the next little store over. You open the door, freezing when the bell above your head chimes.

After a long moment, no walker shows itself so you continue going in, propping the door to stay open with a piece of broken shelf. You slowly walk through the small store, weaving through the tiny isles in the hopes of finding unspoiled food. You’re almost tempted to leave when you nearly run into a huge spider web but you press on, praying that one doesn’t get the jump on you.

A small shelf of to-go foods was still kinda standing with most of the food gone and others ripped open on the floor no doubt by wildlife. “Score.” You smile, snatching a pack of jerky and instantly eating some of it before your attention is brought to the sound of a car pulling up outside. You duck down out of view of the front window. The car rolls to a stop outside and you can hear it turn off before one of the doors opens. You trade the jerky for your knife and slowly begin to make your way to the front to see out the window.

It’s a nice car parked out front of the stores. A figure walks away from the car and into the store you’d been staying in. Quickly, you leave the store and approach the back of the car, out of sight from the windows in case the person looks out. You can faintly hear the sound of the cans clinking as they kick one of the lines in the building.

For a moment you hesitate in opening the trunk of the car, contemplating if you had it in you to steal from whoever it was. Then you thought back to your situation and slowly popped open the trunk of the large car, shuffling through the boxes in the back. Whoever it was had a good bit of guns and supplies in the back.

“Hello?” You jump, ducking down as the person leaves the store. He’d seen your stuff in the back and now was on high alert for anyone in the area. Quietly, you move along the side of the car while he walks along the other side. “Shit.” He reaches the open trunk, looking around before checking the contents of the trunk.

Slowly, you make your way around the car and somehow you’re behind the guy while his back’s turned. With all the strength you can measure you hit him on the head with the blunt end of your knife and he drops like a rock. Smiling triumphantly, you look down and nudge his body so he’s on his back with your foot. He’s out cold, groaning before falling silent. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest and there’s a rifle at his side which thankfully didn’t go off. You put your knife back at your side and pat down the man, finding a pistol on his person. You take the gun and then you really go through the back and take some food and water in a bag that you found in the trunk.

With the backpack on you go to walk away and clear out the rest of your stuff. “Don’t turn around.” You mumble as you walk away from the man’s unconscious body. “Don’t turn around.” You repeat, coming to a halt when you hear the groan of a walker. “Fuck me.” You turn on your heel, catching sight of a walker breaking the treeline, still oblivious to the man and you. Before you can pass the man to deal with the walker another appears and another and you’re suddenly dragging the man’s body into your store with all of your strength and sheer determination.

You close the door, pushing a shelf in front of it before bringing him to the back room. You close the door to the back room and lock it, huffing as you try to catch your breath. While he wasn’t super heavy the fear of walkers rolling up on you two was enough to make you work double time.

It took some time for the man on the floor to wake up. When he came to he couldn’t tell if he was more surprised that was inside and not tied up or that he was inside with another person so casually. Groaning, he sits up, eyes now on you as you sit, reading some super old magazine to keep busy. “Uh…hi?”

You look up, guilt on your face. “Sorry for the whole, dropping you on your ass.” You shrug, nodding towards the backpack. “Your stuff’s in there, you can take it and head out whenever. Just be careful, there were some walkers out there when I uh…jumped you.”

“Thanks?” He looks at the backpack then back to you as you sit with your back against the wall, knees to your chest. “Is it just you here?” Your eyes meet his, unsure if you should answer him. “I’m Glenn.” He doesn’t push for the answer, taking a different approach. “What about you?”

“Y/n.” You answer after a second, “it’s just me.”

“You’re pretty young.”

You snort a laugh. “Says you.” He smiles.

Glenn cracks his knuckles. “How many walkers have you killed?” You tilt your head.

Shrugging, you pick at the dirt under your nails. “I don’t know, a lot.”

“How many people have you killed?”

“These are pretty weird getting to know you questions man.” You muse before dropping your smile. “Just one.”

“Why?”

You look down at your shoes, head resting on your knees. “She asked me to. She didn’t want to turn.” Glenn nods slowly, relating to the pain of losing someone.

A brief silence passes between the two of you. “I have a community.” You look up and over to him. “A huge prison with thick walls and everyone’s kept well fed. I think you’d like it there.”

“You’re just taking in strays like me?”

Glenn smiles. “No one can make it alone anymore.” He justifies, standing up and cracking his back. “I’m just saying, you’re free to come with me. We’ll get you settled in and dinner tonight’s some kind of soup if I remember right.” He offers, watching you weigh your options.

“You’re not mad that I jumped you?”

He shakes his head. “If anything it was kinda impressive. You’d be a good fighter.” He reaches his hand out to you. “So…what do you say?”

You look at his hand before taking it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. “I’d say I’m in.”

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A little over a week flies by since you arrived at the prison. Everyone welcomed you with open arms when Glenn brought you in. The first day there you stuck close to Glenn, listening to him talk about people he’d introduce you to. Since the first day, you’d slowly branched out to talk to people without Glenn.

“What we looking at loser?” You turn your head with a smile to see Glenn walking up. After yet another failed attempt at sleep, you snuck out to sit in the grass of the courtyard. Glenn had gone to check up on you only to find your bed empty, which has led him here.

“Stars and clouds idiot.” You state, gesturing with one hand towards the dark sky. In the full moonlight, it was easy to see the clouds as they pass. “Obviously.”

Glenn sits beside you, nudging you with his elbow. “Shut up.”

“Hey, you asked.” You raise your hands in defense. You turn your attention back to the sky. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything. For taking me in after I jumped your ass.” You tease, leaning away when he goes to push you.

“Language.”

“Okay, mom.” You mock, “but seriously. Thank you, Glenn.” He smiles, reaching over and dragging you closer to him.

“No problem loser.”

Request:hi i was wondering if i could request a glenn x reader in the later seasons where the reader is new to alexandria and is quiet/shy but is still tough and smart and impresses the group at times, and ends up becoming close with glenn? please :) i feel like there aren’t enough glenn fics he’s my favorite

A/N: I feel like I really missed the mark here but it came out kinda cute so I kept it.

The Walking Dead

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You had been more than grateful when Deanna put you on the gardening committee. A nice, quiet, assignment that was in stark contrast to the hell that you had endured outside the walls. It felt eerily like the old world in a way that you found more comforting than strange. No one expected you to go back out there and face down walkers or fight off other communities who were threatening to encroach on your home. All you had to do was wake up every morning and go to the garden and help make things grow.  

“How’s it going?”  

Still, there were times, like when Glenn stopped by the garden and lingered a little longer than he had to on his way to wherever he was going, asking about your day or how you felt you were fitting into life in the wall, that you wished you were just a little bit braver.  

“The strawberry seeds Carol brought me last week are starting to sprout a few leaves,” you replied, glancing over at the strawberry pots that you had on the steps of the back patio. The garden was made from the backyards of two empty houses, one of which Deanna had offered to you. You envied Glenn sometimes, and his family, for having people around. At the end of the night, when you went home, it was empty and you were reminded that you were alone. “It’s a long way from actual strawberries-”

“That doesn’t matter,” Glenn cut in, “I mean, just the leaves are a good sign. Any good news feels like a weight off my shoulders.”

“I’m sure, especially going out there everyday. I mean, I don’t go out myself but it’s nice to have something to return to.” You wiped your hands against your gardening apron as you stood there.  

The sun was getting lower quickly, blue hour settling in around you. The spring days were hotter than you remembered them and you lost time in the afternoon trying to avoid sun burn and exhaustion.  

“You should come out with us sometime,” Glenn had breached the subject before, always casually like this and always accepting when you turned down the offer. You knew that he was mindful of the time you’d spent out there and any trauma that you were still working your way through. He still asked though, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to offer, as if he was asking you to go to the mall with him or somewhere similar.  

“I don’t think I’m ready for that.” You replied honestly. You’d heard from a few of the more gossip-hungry people in the community that Deanna’s son Aiden had died outside the walls with Glenn, before you had been found on a scouting mission.  

“Well,” he clasped his hand over the handle of the shovel sticking up from the ground, leaning against it just enough that it didn’t tip over, “in case you ever change your mind, it wouldn’t have to be everyone. Maybe just the two of us or something? There’s a few houses outside that are still pretty stable, nice to walk around sometimes.”  

That was a new offer, usually he just left you to your work and didn’t try to push. Not that this was full on pushing. “I’ll think about it.”  

Glenn lingered a moment longer before telling you goodbye and heading for the house he lived in. You’d see him later in the night, once the light fully died and the streetlamps flickered on, Rick had called a meeting in the morning and you knew that once he and his family started to congregate at the small make-shift chapel, so would everyone else. You’d have a quick and quiet meal, washing up after a long day of tilling weeds and planting what you were confident would grow up first. It was hard to tell exactly what time of year it was, only that the cold was finally ending but it was hotter than you expected.  

Once you were washed up (and recovered from feeling slightly horrified that Glenn had seen you looking so exhausted and sweaty, not that he hadn’t seen you looking worse) and dressed, the streetlamps were on so you headed to the chapel. You weren’t too bothered getting there early but you avoided Gabriel, heading inside and taking a seat near the middle while he was outside talking to people.  

“Grabbed a good seat already?” Glenn asked, placing his hand on the back of the pew you were sitting in, his knuckles brushing your shoulder blade.  

“Oh yeah,” you tilted your head, looking up at him, “I figured there wasn’t much to do at home once I finished dinner.” You scooted over further into the pew, “do you wanna sit?”

“Thanks,” he slid in and angled his body toward you. A few other people filed into the chapel, talking quietly to each other as they found seats of their own. “What’d you have for dinner?”

“Nothing special…I’ve been trying to make the harissa sauce I used to make…before this. I think I perfected it.” You replied, “and I was thinking about your offer to go out…maybe, if you wouldn’t mind taking me fishing. I remember seeing a river not far off…it should be around fishing season, if I’ve got my time of year right.”  

“On one condition,” Glenn posed, “we have dinner together.”  

“Looking for a free meal?” You joked.  

More people came in, sitting around the two of you, and Rick headed up to the front of the room with Deanna to talk about the week passed and the one ahead. You got bored of the chapel meetings even though you knew they were important.  

Glenn shrugged beside you, “looking to spend some time with you,” he replied. When he’d first met you, out in the woods on a canvassing mission with Daryl and Aaron, he’d been shocked to see someone (even though he knew there were encampments around) but he’d been the one to coax you back to Alexandria. You were closed off and cautious around everyone, himself included, but he was persistent in making sure you felt like you were fitting in and comfortable and like this place could be a home to you as well. In that amount of time, he’d seen you grow into someone more confident and happier than you said you’d been in a long time and he knew that his attraction was more than friendly.  

If this was years earlier, if he was still at the Greene Farm or even back in Atlanta, he wouldn’t have been so confident himself. But he was a different person now too.  

“What a coincidence,” you joked, leaning close to Glenn to whisper the last part as Rick started speaking, “I was looking to spend some time with you too.”

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