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my   ABSOLUTE FAVORITE   thing is that my glenn rhee sentence starters still gets notes to this day & the tags are STILL bitter lmaooooooo

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THIS IS SO FUNNY JFBGIRNIGBR

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my   ABSOLUTE FAVORITE   thing is that my glenn rhee sentence starters still gets notes to this day & the tags are STILL bitter lmaooooooo

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     H E W W O

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아들 :

he doesn’t flinch, but his shoulder tense by the smallest degree. he lets glenn touch him, lets him be gentle with him. (it is a right granted to a trusted few.) he doesn’t met the his eyes, instead deciding to look almost beyond him. “ it’s nothing bad. “ he reassures again. “ i know it isn’t. don’t tell anyone. they’ll think the worst. “ his words gradually become panicked, until he has to cut himself short by forcefully chomping down on his trembling bottom lip. he can feel a pinprick of blood welling up between his teeth. 

         ❛   hey,   look at me,   i won’t   tell anyone.   ❜   his voice   fades out   into a   whisper,   brows furrowing together as   honeyed hues  fall upon the boy.    ❛   i don’t think it’s a   good idea   to brush this off,   mutt.   just let me   make sure   you’re okay,   i’d rather take care of you now,   while i can,   rather than later.   ❜   letting out a   small sigh,   he turns his gaze away,   fixates it on the   stained floorboards,   blood.    ❛   my umma, my mom,   used to   take care of my sisters   &   i   when we would   get sick.   she’d make us   yuzu tea   &   ginseng porridge.   we weren’t very   wealthy,   she used to grow the   citron   in our backyard.   the tea was so   sweet,   yet   tart.   the jook,   the porridge,   it   soothed   our bellies   &   restored our   energy.    ❜   he stops,   looking up again as if to see if the other was   listening.   ❛   i’ll never be as   good   as my mom,   your halmeoni,   but i’ll do my best to   recreate her remedies.   ❜  

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MUTT:

“ i threw up. “ his delivery is pitiful, and he doesn’t even mean, doesn’t even want, it to sound that way. his clears his throat, quickly regrets it for it brought back the burning taste in his throat, and watches as glenn goes from full height to knees folded. “ i think. i think i just ate too fast. “

             calloused fingertips   raise to meet the other’s face,   slowly,   cautious,   as if to   allow the boy   time to   figure out   his intentions.   his thumb brushes against the   corner of his mouth,   wiping away any of the remaining fluid from them.     ❛   you may have caught   some kind of flu,   i found some   ginger tea   on my last run,   i   think   i can convince   olivia   to slide me some honey.   ❜   

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DARYL:

          daryl does a quick sweep of the treeline, looking for any signs of MOVEMENT before he lowers his crossbow: the last thing they need is to be surprised by the infected. it’s while he’s retrieving his ammunition from the MALFORMED HEADS of clickers that glenn speaks, and the bowman gives a short scoff as he stands up straight again. something bitter within him cracks back into place, and ACIDIC words take the place of the softer ones he’d planned on.

                    ❛ keep tellin’ yourself that. ❜

          if glenn still doesn’t want daryl there, then fuck it, he won’t be there. he’ll keep moving ON HIS OWN, back toward civilization. back to ration cards, and curfew, and everything he’s come to know during the last 20 years. if glenn wants to risk his life for his little PIPE DREAM, he can do it by himself.

          shaking his head, daryl slides his bolts back into place in his bow’s quiver and turns his winged back on glenn for the second time.

          embarrassment     turned into     frustration     with ease,   brows furrowing as he picks himself off the floor.     who was he     to think he was so     MIGHTY     !!     glenn wasn’t sure which     trait was worse     than the other     ;    his fear of commitment,     or his     recklessness.     regardless,      he had more     IMPORTANT THINGS     to do,     things the other hadn’t     taken the time     to    COMPREHEND.

          ❛   you     followed     me,     didn’t you     ??   ❜

          just as his voice   begins to   raise,   does it fade out within the   wind,     cracking,    breaking.    unaware of the   disappointed glimmer   in his   own eyes,    one could only take   so much   heartbreak     ...     he’s not quite sure why he’s   stunned   by his tactics anymore,     this wasn’t the   first time   the two had argued before,   &   it certainty won’t be   the last,    should they   cross paths again.    seeing the   dirtied wings   on his back only   solidified   these thoughts.   he’s viewed the garment   enough times   now to know it only leads to   abandonment.

          ❛   what makes you think   ——–   WHAT MAKES YOU THINK    you can just   leave   &   come back    whenever you like   ?!   it’s not fair,   DARYL,   it’s not   !!   ❜

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guttersniper.

            it’s grief that’s left him blunted and shrunken, and anger and fear that’s narrowed the range and expression of his sentiments ; but whatever the name may be, glenn’s companionship – the support he lends – makes him feel something, and he clings to it despite how much it terrifies him. his insides clench at the sudden touch, and whipcrack shoulders are jarred. he feels awfully small pulled close to the older male ( he loves me, he’s acting like i’ve never hurt him or anyone. he loves me, despite how i’ve lied, how i’ve killed, how i act, but why? ), and he hates that more than feeling trapped.

            in that moment, he doesn’t feel trapped. he almost feels, dare he think it, safe. no words are brought forth, only a slight nodding of the head, and eyes shut tightly. please don’t go, please don’t go, i can’t lose you, too, please don’t go, but i know you will, everyone always fucking leaves you. 

            once he knows the other isn’t going to pull away,   his arms snake tighter around the boy,   calloused fingertips brushing against the nape of his neck & holding him in place as he tries his best not to let his emotions get to the better of him.   mutt had suffered much more than glenn had,   done more damage & pain to himself than anyone else.   he was broken,   scarred.   glenn knew this,   saw it in the way he talked & his mannerisms.   he was just a boy,   but he had the soul of a war veteran.

            ❛   you’re not alone anymore,   mutt.   you can depend on me   ------   you can depend on the group.   ❜   his voice waivers then,   his facade slowly dispersing.   ❛   you don’t have to be alone ------ you have me.   ❜   

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anyways, i love glenn rhee so much because he sees other people struggling & he sees others in pain & he just immediately goes to help them. he understands the weight of the world upon everyone’s shoulders & instead of just not bothering to listen, he’s right by their side trying to carry other people’s burdens. glenn rhee doesn’t care what type of person they were in the past or the crazy shit they did, he cares about the present & the future. he cares about everyone & it makes me hella emo.

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the snap of a twig behind him has him tense,   shoulders rising as he spins around to face the other.   though the sight of him & not a walker calms him momentarily,   it’s not enough to let his guard down.   he could tell that dale hadn’t liked the other,   figured it was for good reason,   too   ...   but he supposed that was their business & not his.   what really had glenn spooked was the lack of hair on his head.   newly shaved.   breathing hitched in the slightest,   the boy avoids the other’s eyes,   calloused fingertips rushing up to pull the cap down on his face.

                ❛   oh   --------  !!   shane  !!   it’s just you.   i,    uh   ....   you have a   ----   a nice   ...   head shape ??   ❜  

+ @theiranguish, ( ♥ ) !!

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fallenherosuggestion:

“This is a suicide mission.” “I know.”

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y’all, if they reference glenn in the show ...... you need to tell a bitch. i haven’t caught up at all. let ya girl know.

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Me sexting: what would you do if you found me with my hands tied ;) My feminist bf: I Would Free You

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hcathledger:

How terrible it is to love something that death can touch.

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gentle fingertips brush against the male’s eye patch,  fixing the gauze against his face  &  allowing the skin to breathe beneath it momentarily.   he hadn’t seen the other in so long,   heard his voice.   he had blacked out after the incident,   didn’t know what happened.   when he had woke up again,   the archer was gone.   no one would tell him what was going on,   they said he needed to rest,   recuperate   --------   but how could he sleep knowing that daryl was gone   ??   that carol had disappeared   ??   it wasn’t right.   glenn had refused help,   stewed in his own self--loathing   &   disgust.   he was useless now,   he could hardly move without assistance,   couldn’t eat anything solid.   how could he ever go back to being the man he was before when all that was left was broken   ??

regardless of his own thoughts,   when glenn heard news that daryl was back,   that he was safe,   it was the first time he had left the house on his own.   discolored   &   weak,   he had managed to pick the other from the crowd.   he wish he could say that he walked with confident strides,   ran to him,   but he was too frail to do so.   instead,   the male had managed the one thing he could,   to speak the other’s name.  ❛   ... d   ----   daryl   ??   ❜

@aintashes​ + pain !!

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eccco :

please just listen to this

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"hey. punch me in the face."

he’s not sure if he’s serious or not,   brows furrowing in the slightest as his lips part.   regardless of the other’s intentions,   this whole scenario didn’t seem right to him. had this been back at the prison,   perhaps glenn wouldn’t have given the offer a second thought,   allowed his fist to collide to other’s jaw in hopes of unhinging it.   however,   glenn wasn’t that same boy,   &   neither was merle.   he was different now,   trying.   even if he tried to put this front that he wasn’t.   merle was acclimating,   slowly but surely.   glenn couldn’t ignore that.   turning his attention back to other,   he lets out a short sigh.       ❛   -------- HEY,   get someone else to do it.   ❜     in fact,   if he needed help,  glenn could provide the other a list of people just dying to hit merle.

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just in case y'all were wondering, at any moment I could change my URL to rheesuspuffs, paparhee, or rheesuschrist. just a thought.