Please preface questions with “Truth”
It couldn’t be, she knew it was impossible but he was here, she turned to Daryl who looked almost as confused as she, before dropping her gun and sprinting towards him. At had been at least two weeks since the attacks at the prison and Beth was convinced she’d never see another member of their group again but somehow here he was.
"Glenn!" she shouted as she through her arms around him and pulled him close to her "Oh my god, I thought I’d lost you…." she mumbled pulling back to look at him for a moment before a smile formed on her lips.
She put her hands on his cheeks and leaned brushing her lips against his.
”It would be nice—but I doubt she likes me like that..”
Daryl/Glenn :: I need your love
// I have no idea whether people are getting my asks or not and I’m afraid of asking because maybe they did and they just aren’t responding or idk. Oh well, I guess. .__.;
Glenn had been making his way back toward his cell, rounding the corner and about to slip inside when he came to an abrupt halt seeing Beth inside placing his camera in it’s original spot making sure it had appeared to have never been touched. Brows quirked and arms folded at his chest, leaning against the doorway as he stood silent and simply observed. Once Beth had made sure everything was in place she’d turned on her heel to leave and Glenn’s lips twitched into a half-smile as she froze in her spot. “Well yeah." There was a hint of laughter in his words as shook his head and walked inside. "What—did you think I’d tell you no or something?"
“Are you alone, stranger?”
Evelyn’s customary greeting nowadays, coupled with a raised gun and wariness tensing her shoulders and hardening her blue gaze. Wary of anyone and everyone, unsure whether someone was truly alone or had a group hiding nearby, prepared to spring out and take her supplies at a signal.
It’d been such a long time since he was last on his own like this and god, he was on the verge of just shattering completely and not giving a damn anymore. Parts of the prison had been blown to bits, the fences torn down allowing zombies to flood the premises. There was no salvaging it this time and to top it off, everyone had been separated from each other. How was he going to find everyone and in such a condition? Glenn had been wandering through the woods, he was weak—run ragged by that flu. He had to use the support of the trees to make his way through, ‘else he’d of collapsed by now. Glenn hadn’t been paying much attention, gaze cast earthward as he trekked onward (though really—he should have been paying attention to his surroundings) The sudden sound of another living being’s voice had his head immediately lifting, gaze settling upon an unfamiliar body. For now he was and god how he hoped it wouldn’t remain that way, he had to find the others, he couldn’t imagine being without them—not after all they’d been through, they were his family. "—Yeah..yeah I am." He responded in a murmur, giving a weak nod of his head.
” Noises, I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I’m still breathing
And I think back to when my brother of my sister slept
In an unlocked place the only time I feel safe
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
And dreaming when they’re gone “