"there's only one rule in this world; survive."
in which best friends daphne ayala
and glenn rhee form a group of survivors
that would pave the way for the new world
rick grimes x fem!oc slow-burn ❥
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double update. i couldn't help myself. i love this chapter so much for some reason. it just flows together so nicely to me. scratched my brain the right way
commenting & voting would be most appreciated <3
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Glenn's POV
The plan was simple. It wasn't my walkie-talkie lying abandoned in the middle of the intersection, but I was the fastest out of the group.
If we wanted any chance at succeeding, it would have to be me.
And things were going as smoothly as possible, up until I turned into the alley I planned to meet Daryl in, finding a group of strangers instead.
"Who are you?" One of the men snapped immediately.
"Uh—um—" I had no idea what to say, wondering how to stall until Daryl got here. If shit hit the fan, the odds of me winning against three of them weren't high at all.
"He asked you a question, pendejo," said another one.
"He's got a gun," one of them observed quietly, nudging the burliest dude in interest.
Yeah and I'm about to use it on you fuckers if you try anything.
The fence behind me rattled dangerously and I twisted instinctively. The walkers had caught up, pushing against the gate in a chorus of groans.
The next movements happened too fast.
The back of my shirt was seized aggressively and I was thrown into the brick wall, my gun grabbed from my pocket and pointed against my temple.
One of the other guys grabbed my radio and showed it to the other curiously.
"Where did you get the gun, huh?" The guy who held me against the wall by the collar asked.
What the fuck do I say? What do I say? I panicked, a nervous sweat breaking out on my hairline. Where's Daryl?
"Where did you get the goddamn gun? There's gotta be more wherever they came from!" He clicked the safety off.
"Uh, I found it. On—on the road. There was just one." I lied horribly.
"He's lying," the guy with the radio sneered.
"Are you alone? Are there others?"
I thought of Daphne and how she had no clue how badly shit just hit the fan. "It's just me." I said quickly.
"I don't believe you, puto. Tell the truth before I blow your goddamn brains out!"
The fence creaked dangerously. I side-glanced, hoping it wouldn't collapse.
