season 4. glenn rhee x male reader. masterlist
notes. slight mentions of homophobia.
✒️ ... grave
glenn was an optimist, while y/n was a pessimist, always thinking about what could go wrong, such as when and where he would die, and how would it happen. glenn didn't mind, but sometimes, it affected the morale of the people around him.
y/n was out in the field, hard at work doing something. tending to the field and crops was rick's job, so people wondered what the enigmatic y/n was doing. he wasn't the best when it came to communicating his thoughts and feelings; he tried, but sometimes it ended in a misunderstanding. so y/n distanced himself from people as best as he could.
glenn stepped out into the field. he was taking a break after a long day of doing his tasks. it was nearly sundown, so even rick and carl were wrapping up their fieldwork. glenn approached y/n, something he finds himself doing quite often.
he finds y/n with a shovel in his hands, scooping up dirt in the ground and working tirelessly.
"hey, uh, y/n, what're you.... doing?" glenn asks, taking a peek at what y/n was doing.
"diggin' a grave." y/n answered simply.
"why?" glenn raises his brows.
"so when i die, you could just bury me here." y/n shrugged before resuming his task.
"you think you're gonna die here?" glenn crouched beside y/n.
"well—yeah... i mean, it's as good a place as any." y/n sighed, thrusting his shovel in the soil and letting it stand.
he takes a deep breath before leaning slightly toward the shovel.
"why are you here?" y/n asked in disbelief.
people mostly ignored him. he'd been with the prison group for a while now; they found him close to death at the side of the road one day and nursed him back to health. then, after asking him three questions, he was allowed to join the group. he was only trusted and respected by his peers because he helped them, but none of them ever really tried to get to know him. only glenn.
"can't i come out here?" glenn asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"you should head inside with the others." y/n tells him before he picks up the shovel once more. "looks like it'll rain soon."
"nah, i think i'll wait for you." glenn said.
"er... sure.. whatever makes you happy i guess."
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by the time y/n had had enough of his digging, he went back inside for dinner, only to realize that everyone else had already eaten without him and retired to their respective rooms. glenn accompanied him to the end though, just like he said he would.
now, the two were sharing a quiet meal together outside. glenn was supposed to lock up anyways, and y/n had the first watch. y/n munched on some leftover vegetables, the group probably left it behind for them.
"so... you think you're gonna die here?" glenn suddenly said. "interesting..."
"how is it interesting?" y/n asked, raising a brow.
"like... do you think this place could be a permanent home? for us?" glenn asks, turning to look at y/n.
"yeah. i mean... it's not any better than my dorm back in college, this place was a prison, but so was that god-awful place." y/n sneered, thinking back to the days he spent living in a tiny college dorm before the dead started rising.
"well," y/n crossed his arms over his head and laid down on the concrete, using his arms as a cushion. "the only difference, is that i get an entire room to myself, and i don't gotta pay rent!"
"a permanent home..." glenn sighed wistfully.
"what are you daydreamin' about?" y/n asks.
"home." glenn answered simply.
y/n was silent, as if he didn't know what to answer. he then released a pleasant sigh before he inhaled the crisp, night air.
"lay down, would you?" y/n suggests, though his tone is teasing.
glenn shook his head and laughed before he situated himself to y/n's side, lying down on his back. the two men stared up at the night sky, the clouds giving them a brief view of the twinkling stars. thunder seemed to rumble in the distance, but the two didn't seem to care too much.
"how do you feel?" glenn asks, keeping his eyes. up.
"full." y/n laughed, patting his stomach. "just wish there was some rice though."
"you're a rice guy? didn't expect that." glenn chuckled.
"eh, one of my former roommates introduced me, it tasted pretty- shit!" y/n cussed loudly when droplets of rain suddenly began falling from the sky.
gray clouds gathered above their heads as they quickly scrambled to their feet before rushing inside. the rain poured heavily in mere moments, but thankfully, they had already managed to return indoors. now, both men were slightly damp as they leaned on the metal doorframe leading into the cells.
glenn laughed as he shook his head, droplets of rain falling from his hair. y/n groaned as he was splashed with water.
"glenn!" y/n laughed.
they were awfully close to each other, nearly huddled together for warmth. their shoulders were touching for mere moments when y/n suddenly takes off his wet t-shirt.
"w-what are you doing?" glenn asked, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
"takin' my shirt off." y/n answered simply. "y'know, 'cause it's wet and i don't want to get sick?"
"right, right, right..." glenn muttered.
"you're not gonna take it off?" y/n raised a brow.
"huh- no- i-i-i mean-" glenn yelped when y/n grabbed him by the hips all of a sudden, a playful smirk on his lips.
"medicine's hard to come by nowadays, dont'cha know?" y/n teased. "just take it off! we're both dudes!"
glenn yelped as y/n helped him off his shirt. glenn sighed as he brushed his hair back with a hand, then he noticed y/n had gone quiet all of a sudden. he looks at his friend, raising a brow at his strange behavior.
"something wrong?" glenn asked. "are you feelin' all right?"
"no, no, i'm fine..." y/n assured. "just didn't think you'd be hidin' all that underneath..."
y/n was referring to the lightly toned muscles of glenn's body. his wet skin glistened gently against the soft glow of the orange lanterns. glenn's hair was dripping wet as he kept brushing it back, away from his eyes. they were both real quiet, y/n's eyes were unable to leave the sight of glenn's body, while glenn was silently contemplating things in his head while he stared at y/n's face.
y/n's curiously handsome face. he never thought he'd ever like guys, sure, there were times he thought that some guys were hotter than most, but he always brushed them off as admiration. y/n on the other hand, always knew he liked guys. the others at the prison probably felt it, so they stayed away. but glenn was different. he wasn't stocky and a bully, nor was he lanky and nerdy. he was the perfect combination of both.
their bodies, wet from the rain, radiated so much warmth that they instinctively stepped closer to one another. y/n's lips were only an inch apart from glenn's, he could feel his heat. without a second thought, y/n's hands cupped glenn's face and pulled him close as glenn wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, closing the distance between them. their bodies were pressed against one another, skin to skin. they could feel each other's hearts, beating as one as their lips molded together.
when they pulled away, they were breathless, the sound of rain falling into deaf ears in the background as they held each other close in a warm embrace.
"this place ain't a bad place to die." y/n muttered softly and glenn chuckled before planting a kiss on y/n's cheek.
twd characters x male reader. headcanons. masterlist
✒️ ... prompt : their love language/s pt. 1
[ alexandria editon ]
rick grimes
- acts of service & physical touch
the man is always exhausted after a day's worth of putting out fires around the community, solving everyone's problems little by little, and slowly shaping the people of alexandria into a strong community. all he wants to do after a long day is rest, usually on the couch. that's where you come in; help him out of his boots, give him a nice pillow to rest his head on, he'll lay on your lap later and let you feed him. sometimes he'll talk; complain about how his day went, sometimes he'll just be quiet, enjoying your presence. if you run your fingers through his hair or massage his chest, watch as he just melts away, he becomes absolute putty in your hands.
carl grimes
- quality time
ever since the group arrived in alexandria, carl was sort of... left to his own devices. you and him both. while his father encouraged everyone to explore, meet the members of alexandria, you and carl would often sneak out past the wall and venture into the forest where you two would stay until the sun begins to set, reading comics from cover to cover, twice. carl often enjoys the silence, choosing to simply bask in your presence, but he wouldn't mind if you yapped his ear off. he just likes spending time with you, knowing that you were safe and happy and the two of you could just be happy together.
glenn rhee
- gift giving & words of affirmation
glenn knows what you like; even if you had only mentioned it once a long time ago, glenn would remember it for years to come. everytime he'd go out on a run, he always made sure to bring back something for you; a trinket, an accessory, anything that reminded him of you. "i thought you'd like it." is what glenn would always say. he was always right. glenn is an optimist through and through,but there are times when he'd think negative thoughts, wondering what could go wrong, pondering on people who could get hurt, and whatnot, but he always bounces back easily as soon as you talk to him. you're the person he trusts most in the world, and if you tell him things will be alright, that he's the strongest man you know, he'll believe you.
daryl dixon
- quality time
daryl isn't very expressive or clingy, but of all things, he enjoys the time he spends alone with you. just knowing that you're by his side, you have his back and he has yours, is enough for him. he enjoys a quiet stroll through the forest or a ride on his motorbike with no particular destination in mind, just you and him on his bike on the open road is enough to fulfill him.
abraham ford
- physical touch
abraham can easily go off the rails, lashing out on everyone around him when he's pissed off, but one touch from you, and he's like a tamed dog. a good slap to the face from you easily snaps him out it (if someone else would do this, he'd get even more pissed off). he likes holding you in his arms, and he absolutely adores it when you're just drawing invisible patterns on his skin with your fingertips. he likes having you close, always having an arm around your shoulders or your waist, and he would absolutely adore it if you lean your head on his chest or on his shoulder; it makes him feel powerful, and needed.
ron anderson
- quality time & words of affirmation
ron hasn't had it easy. his father was an asshole to him, his brother, and his mother, but he couldn't do anything about it. what was a kid like him supposed to do against his father? thankfully, your untimely arrival on alexandria brought him a sense of comfort. he doesn't like staying at his house, it wasn't a home, but for him, you were his home. hearing reassuring words from you was enough to keep him going, but he kept his father's abuses from you for as long as he could. but when you found out, you gave him a piece of your mind, and when you tried to do the same to his father, ron stopped you. he feared his father would take him from you, so he would endure... just for you.
heath
- acts of service
heath likes to do things for you, he always tries goes above and beyond. the apocalypse may have limited how he showed his love and adoration for you, but trust me, heath would find a way. but heath always seems to malfunction when you're the one doing things for him. volunteering to drive, or to stay up for night watch, or carrying his heavy bag... sometimes, heath would pretend to struggle when carrying his things just so you would come over and help him. he would always enjoy the sight of you walking away with a heavy bag on your back while carrying two heavy boxes of supplies without so much as breaking a sweat.
aaron
- physical touch
aaron likes to stay close to you at all times. when out looking for survivors to bring back to alexandria, there was always danger lurking around in every corner. aaron would never admit it, but whenever he's scared, he likes to hold your hand. he says he does it so you two don't get separated... but then again, that is his biggest fear; getting separated from you forever. he's big on kisses too; and he absolutely loves it when you hold his face with your hands and plant kisses all over his face, especially after you shave his beard for him.
