The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Glenn Rhee] Run

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PROMPT:
When a herd of walkers takes over your camp, a trusty dude named Glenn comes in and saves the day.
[info: this includes a sister, so I'm going to call her Rose. If you hate the name Rose or hate reading something you can't quite relate too (which I do, so I understand) pretend that she is emotionally your sister. Not by blood but by friendship in the apoc.]

"The wall isn't holding up well." You grimaced, shooting Marcel an uneasy look. "This panel is getting weaker every second."
Marcel shrugged, lining his hammer up with the nail and hitting it repetitively, the sound exciting all of the walkers outside the fence.
"How many do you think are out there?" He asked, his arm swinging back to hit the nail on the head.
"A lot." You reply, picking up a hammer and helping Marcel.
"We're suppose to be trading with that group today. Don't want to give the impression that we can't handle walkers."
You shrugged at him, placing the hammer down and taking a step back.
"I don't know. I'm going to get Rose. I'll be back though."
He nodded. "In other words, you're gonna go put something nicer on for that Asian boy, right?" Marcel yells to you- but you're already halfway through the camp. In your house, the one you shared with five other people in camp, was your sister Rose. She sat down on an armchair with a book in her hand.
"Rose?" You call, getting her attention. She stands up, placing the tattered book down. "Marcel and I need help with the wall. Now."
She nodded, picking up her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. The two of you left the house, walking in the direction of where Marcel had been.
"What is that?" Rose exclaimed, pulling your arm to stop you from walking. You creased your brows, giving her a confused look.
"Can't you hear it?" She spun around, trying to source the sound.
Then, an awful sound of something cracking and falling filled your ears. Hell, it was so loud it filled everyone in the whole towns ears.
"What the?" You yelled. Then, when realisation hit you, you widened your eyes with fear. "Marcel! The wall! Go get the guns! Now!"
Rose turned to get the guns from the armoury and you started sprinting to the wall you and Marcel had been working on. As you got closer, the cries for help got louder. Turning the corner, the street was filled with dozens of walkers. Marcel lie underneath the part of the wall he had been fixing- and his face was bludgeoned. The walkers must have pushed over the fence and trampled over him. Poor guy- and that would have been you too if you hadn't left at the time you did.
"Y/n!" Rose called, catching your eye. You hissed at her, placing your finger on your lip to tell her to be quiet. She walked closer to you, handing you a machete.
"There's dozens of them. Quiet."
Rose nodded, hiding behind the street wall alongside you.
"There are so many of them, what do we do? We can't fight them?!"
You breath out, your shaky hands tightening around the machete.
At that exact moment, the panel opposite you two came crashing down. The sound drawing attention from all the stragglers.
"Shit!" You curse, turning to grab Rose's hand. "We've gotta go!"
Rose kept up with you barely, running slightly behind.
The both of you stopped behind an old house, catching your breath.
"We have to leave." You whisper, still tightly gripping Rose's hand. The walkers had spread out more. Now that you could see it, there were so so many. Just walking along the bare streets. There were too many to take out.
"How? The only way to leave is to go out the way they came in. Not safe."
You grit your teeth, pulling Rose alongside you.
"Then we're gonna have to go that way. Stay close. We're getting out of here."
"What about everyone else?" Rose snarled back. "We can't leave them."
You nod, anger flaring through your body.
"We're no good to them dead, Rose."
So you two crawled in the shadows, going unseen by walkers. The only way to get out was from the panels that had collapsed, since both the gates were under construction. This was bad. This was very bad.
"Come on Rose!" You almost shouted, tugging her along. She was slow.
"I'm trying!" She yelled, throwing her arms in the air. "I just don't feel good about leaving them!"
Just at the time she spoke, a walker had leaped from behind her.
"Rose!" You screamed, voice cracking mid way through. It didn't matter how loud you yelled, the walker had already wrapped it's arms around her torso and sunk it's teeth deep into her neck.
You pulled out your machete and swung it at the walker. Rose fell, loosely clutching at her neck. You caught her, sliding down onto the ground as blood slipped through her fingers and poured over you.

"No." You croaked, holding her neck tightly with your bloodied hands.
She gargled, letting out a shriek and then staring at you with wide eyes.
You noticed the fight in her eyes. Her eyes silently screaming 'help me!'
What could you do?
Her body became still and you held her.
The world froze for a moment as Rose's hands released her neck and fell limp beside her.
Her lips moved an inch.
"Y-" she begun your name, with a weak and lifeless voice before stopping abruptly.
You tilted her head.
"Rose!" You exclaimed. "Rose, come on, it's gonna be alright!"
"Rose?"
"Rose"
Rose?
She was dead. She was dead and you were not.
She was dead because you had told her leaving was the right thing to do and staying wasn't.
She was dead because of you.
"Oh god." You muttered, staring down at her body. "Oh my god!" This time louder.

The walkers all turned their heads in your direction, their hands grabbing for you.

You lifted your machete, swinging it at them ferociously. There were way too many of them for you to fight- but you owed it to Rose to try.
To go down with a fight.

You swung your arms around and sliced everything that dare come your way. You made you way through the walkers, pushing them past. You made it to the gate and everything felt so clear. It was all so close. That was when it got you. From underneath the panel of the wall.
Marcel reached for your legs, it's teeth just inches away for your calve. Marcel was dead. Rose was dead. You were dead.

A gunshot rung through as Marcel's head turned still. More gunshots pierced through your ears. You screamed, feeling the corpses falling metres from you.
In front of the mass of bodies stood a man. He was Asian, with dark hair and a distressed look on his face. He held a machine gun- and proceeded to kill the walkers that surrounded you.
A gasp escaped your lips as you instantly recognised him. His name was Glenn and he was from a group nearby. You two had shared loveable banter- back and forth. Glenn had organised a trade between the two groups today. It would have been proceeding right now if it weren't for the wall collapsing. If it weren't for the walkers enveloping the town.
You stood there still. Shaking from the guns and from Rose and from the walkers. He stared at you for a second before closing the space between you two. He took you by the wrist, pulling you through the fallen panels and into a car perched behind the panels. Three other men took the lead, entering your camp with their machine guns perched on their shoulders.
He pulled you into the car and you slouched down on the seats, suffocated by the emptiness you felt.
"Hey, Y/n" he cooed, running his fingers along your cheek. "It's okay. You're okay."
Oh- but you weren't.
"Rose." You croaked, emerging into a sobbing fit. You rested your head on his shoulder, letting out all the pain that confided in your soul. You wanted to scream. You wanted to dissolve into the darkness and become nothing. You wanted it all to be over.
"Your sister?" He asked, rubbing your back. You would normally be shy- too shy to lean on a strangers shoulder and sob on him. Cry and confide in him. But this wasn't in normal circumstances.

"She wanted to stay. She wanted to help. I made her come and n-n-now?!"
You whimpered on his shoulder, aware of his comforting presence.
"I let her die." You whisper, looking into his eyes. He stares right back at you. He doesn't need to say anything- you can see and almost feel every ounce of sympathy he has.
"I have nothing." You cry. His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away the remnants of tears. His lips are on yours in a matter of moments. It shocks you and it's completely out of place but it some how puts you at ease. Makes you feel a step closer to feeling whole. To feeling real.
He pulls away from the quick kiss. He too looks surprised.
"I'm sorry!" He says, cursing to himself. You smile slightly- despite it being the opposite of sincere.
"Don't be." You whisper, resting your head on his chest.
"It just felt like the right thing to do." He mumbles, running his hands through your hair. You exhale, feeling his presence and embracing it.
"It was." You pause, gulping down the lump in your throat. "Thank you for saving me."
He nods.
"Anytime."

IM SORRY THIS IS SO BAD. It feels a little rushed and I am sorry. I wanted to wish you guys a happy new year. I hope you all had a great Christmas! My Christmas was made amazing with all your amazing comments and votes. Thank you! Keep on requesting! I'd like to do a Daryl imagine next, so if you have any suggestions, let me know!
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