The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Glenn Rhee] Fear is in the Mind

Very short and simple :)

PROMPT:
You're riddled with loss after losing your brother and so is Glenn after losing his wife.

You sat on the stairs of the porch that you and your group shared. Sitting there, all you could think about was him, your brother and how he'd been taken from this world so soon.

Emotions whirled around you like crazy. A weight on your chest and a lump in your throat formed. You'd cry but you were afraid if you cried you wouldn't be able to stop. You'd scream but you were afraid of those things hearing and taking you like they took your brother. Every time tears prickled at your eyes you dismissed them. For how long though? You asked yourself. Soon the emotions would start leaking out and you wouldn't have a clue on what to do.

You felt someone sit on the stair next to you and you just couldn't rustle up the strength to see who it was. You kept your head facing forward, looking at the houses across from yours in Alexandria.
"I'm sorry about your brother." You heard a familiar voice say. Glenn. He'd only recently lost his wife Maggie. You'd known Maggie well and you too were upset about her death. He'd barely left his room. Five days was it? Five days of passing him dinner, lunch and breakfast under the door and hoping he wouldn't do something stupid and give in to the grief.

It was odd having him beside you and for a while you felt like you should clean yourself up. Be strong so that you could comfort him and not be insensitive.

What do you say to that? What do you say to someone who lost something as equally as important to them as the one you lost was to you?
"I'm sorry about your wife." You mumbled. "I liked Maggie. The world needed more women like her."
That was as much as you could offer. Anything else just felt wrong. Hell, just talking felt wrong. What else could you do though? What else...?
"You're right. It did." He replied, balancing his elbows on his knees and staring into the distance.

"Thanks for bringing me food, you know, while I was upstairs."
You turned your head to face him. He looked horrible. Absolutely distraught. It seemed he'd let all his grief go- he'd let it wash over him. Was it time you did that as well?
You nodded. "Of course."

This conversation was very much in the general topic of small talk and you hated small talk.
"Are you alright?" You almost pounced on yourself with harsh criticism after this left your lips. What a stupid stupid thing to say. If someone had asked you that now you might just deck them.
"No." He stated, rubbing his forehead with his palm. "Don't think I'll ever be, to be honest?"
You nodded, a small smile curling at the ends of your lips.

"I think you'll be okay." You mumbled, resting your chin on your knees. "Maggie wouldn't want you to waste your whole life for her, I think she'd want you to live. Be happy?" You suggested. He half-smiled.
"Yeah. That's the way I'm looking at it." He turned his head to look at you. "Are you okay?"
Ah. The question you'd felt so angry to hear. From Glenn though, it didn't seem to impact you too hard at all. You shrugged.
"I'm scared, honestly. I'm scared some day I'm gonna turn around to tell him something and see he's not there and my whole worlds going to come crashing down. I'm scared I won't be able to cope. I don't know...I just don't feel strong enough. Like I can hold on tight enough?"
There was silence.
"Then let go." He paused, breaking eye contact to look down at his hands. "Let it all out. Fall apart. We'll put you back together again."
You exhaled, not noticing that you'd been holding your breath. It was startling to hear this insight from Glenn. You'd tried so hard telling yourself not to cry without realising that with crying and letting loose, nothing but healing could come.
"And who's gonna put YOU back together again?" You asked Glenn. "How can I put you back together when I can't get myself together? I've got to be strong for you, for everybody. I'm no good a broken shell."
He shrugged.
"I think I'll be alright. I think you'll be alright."
He let out a breath of air and looked up at the sky.
"We're gonna make it." He told you, the sentence ringing and running through your head.
"We both are."

Quick and snappy! Not really a romance imagine but hey, not all imagines are suppose to end in kissing I guess. Thank you all for the support. Some of you in particular have been really nice and amazing with your comments (you know who you are!) and they absolutely mean the world to me. Thank you all! X