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What if everything you experienced, everything that you thought was real... was just a dream? A world that your mind made up; that when you finally wake up, you can't remember anything about you're previous life? After spending six months in a coma, Glenn wakes up with one hell of a headache. He can't remember how he ended up in the coma or who this strange woman is that won't leave his side. The only things he can remember is his name, and a certain farmers daughter that he needs to find.

Fear, sorrow, relief. All three emotions were coursing through him as the scene slowly played out as if he were watching a motion picture on a big unknown man looming over their kneeling forms, repeatedly paced back and forth amongst them sticking a hazy spiked object in their faces. By the time the object was in his face, he couldn't bring himself to focus on it in time before it was once again lifted from his view and stuck into someone else's face. Soon he stopped happy with his choice in victim, before bringing what was now known as a spiked bat down on some poor guys head. This was the source of all three emotions and then some. He wasn't sure why he was there, why any of the others were there. Hell he couldn't even tell you who the others were! Just that there was a deep sense of loss for the victim, the man who so graciously accepted his fate. Yet at the same time, relief that it hadn't been him or the woman to the man's left.

However as quickly as these emotions coursed through him, so did the hands of fate as pain replaced any relief he had previously felt. Unimaginable pain. The man with the bat had turned his attention to him. But why? He hadn't done anything. Although really, did it even matter anymore? With a second blow that came just as quickly with the first it was as if all the pain slowly started to melt away. He knew he was going to die; yet despite this knowledge, he was relieved. Relieved, because she had been spared. He would gladly take this death a thousand times over if it meant keeping her and the baby safe.

Vision distorted he had to look at her, at least one last time. To know that she was safe; that she would be okay. Focusing what seemed to be half of his vision on her he knew. This wasn't the end. He didn't know how he knew or why, but he did, and he had to tell her. "Maggie I'll….I'll find you." They weren't exactly the words he wanted to say, however they were the only words he could manage. Given the current circumstances he felt that they would be enough; they had to be, for her sake.

The last thing he remembered was the bat connecting with the side of his face. Then everything went dark.

The first thing that he notices as reality comes back into focus, is that it is unbearably bright wherever it is that he ended up. Heaven right? That's usually what they say about heaven when you pass on. That the first thing you notice about it is a bright whiteness. Blinking a few times to allow his eyes to adjust he slowly started to take in more of his surroundings. It was then that he realized that the bright white glow was coming from lights above him, industrial judging by the humming sound they were giving off.

"Where… where am.." His throat was dry, like sandpaper and his voice croaked. Almost like it hadn't been used in quite some time.

Negan, the line up… everything that had happened that night… could it all have been a dream? No, he had one hell of a headache. There was no way that night was just a dream. Reaching up he placed his hand on his head, half expecting to find his eye popping out of its socket. Yet everything was as it should be, no deformities, no gaping wound at the top of his head… so then… why did it feel like his head was splitting open?

Hearing a gasp to his left he slowly lowered his hand and turned in the direction to see a young woman with her hands covering her mouth. Brows knitting together he stared at her in confusion as she made her way over towards him.

"You're finally awake, they didn't think you would wake up…. but I refused to give up on you." She said as she sat down at the chair next to his bed. Tears were glistening with her eyes as she slowly reached out to take his hand.

Although before she could make contact with him he jerked away from her, confusion still written in his dark hues. "Who are you? Where am I?"

Several emotions washed over her; hurt, sadness, confusion. Slowly her mouth opened and closed as if trying to think of what to say. "Glenn you're in Detroit Medical Center. You've been here for six months." She said her voice unsure if she should proceed with saying anything further

Glenn was quiet for a moment as he tried to process what she said. He had been in Virginia, how had he ended up in Detroit? "Where is Maggie? Rick? What happened to Alexandria? Who are you?"

"Glenn… I don't even know who those people are or what Alexandra is… do you really not know who I am?" When she was met with more silence she sighed heavily, sadness washing over her. "The doctor said this might happen if you woke up… Glenn, my name is Sara. Your fiancée."

Thank you again for reading this. Meant To Be is only my second attempt at a Glaggie fanfiction despite my absolute love for them. I'm also slowly getting back into the groove of writing publicly. So Please any advise be it positive or negative actually goes a very long way.