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Wwhy am I doing this to myself? I can barely put a coherent sentence together let alone write feelings~ and reasons~ and possibly sex... Um, so if you see any mistakes tell me and well, anon means no changes but I'll try harder next post? (We can make it a game! Every time I rape canon take a shot!)
She gets it, no-one has noticed but there isn't anything wrong with that because it's kind of nice to be one of the boys and not be expected to like, do washing or cooking or any of those other chores she's completely useless at. And, sure, it means doing a more dangerous job and that she's being held to male standards of strength (and oh god, can a rucksack get any heavier? Jesus Christ on a cracker). But, at the same time, she's kind of ridiculously confused as to how none of them have worked it out in even the slightest.
She makes all the supply runs – all the successful ones with no death tolls at least – and it's easy to hide a few extra tampon boxes out of sight.
When they first stumble into each other she is shaken and shocked. All of her friends have just been eaten, overtaken by the sea of walkers that she has managed to evade. Her back is against the wall and she has bashed in the head of the lone walker that has not been distracted by those she has left behind her. She's covered in blood and other unmentionables and is wishing everyone had stuck to The Plan because it's always worked and if they had she wouldn't be alone in an ally about to scamper up the fire escape by herself.
It is quiet when she reaches a platform midway up the fire escape. Oh, sure there is the slightest moaning and groaning and the sound of dead flesh against dead flesh as the walkers fight over the last scraps of her once-companions in the distance but ever since the world went to hell her hearing has become sharper. She is carrying an extra backpack, Justin threw his at her when it was obvious be wouldn't make it and in the yelling and moaning and groaning and absolute chaos she caught the bag and unthinkingly kept it as Justin was covered in Walkers and Kelly rolled her ankle, screaming bloody murder into the oncoming surge.
And they had all continued fighting even as their skin was ripped apart, any second gained for those still running was a second worth the pain.
Sitting on the relatively safe platform (safe was just a word) she looked through both bags checking for resources and finding Justin's spare clothes at the bottom it was suddenly unbearable to be in her destroyed uniform. Jeans first, then shirt, then other shirt, her sneakers would do, a good shoe fit was essential for foot health, then cap and damn it all she did not need all this impracticable hair, where were her pair of scissors or a knife. Excess hair fell to the ground below and was soon joined by her old uniform. She tucked the left over hair into the cap and with a few deep breaths at the sky she rolled her shoulders back and straightened up. In a Walker filled world with the sun past midday there was no more time then she had already spent for grief, not if you wanted to survive.
She would go irrevocably mad if she stopped and thought about this new reality.
They bought her out of the city and into a makeshift campsite a couple of miles out of Atlanta and there were people that she'd never met before and it was strange to see so many alive and unknown and in one place. No one calls her out for the name 'Glenn' and from the way they are talking to her it's obvious they haven't seen her as female. None of them have ever spent any meaningful time around Asians otherwise they might have noticed for all her androgyny and male clothing, she has all the little hints pointing to female.
Merle is a creeper and she doesn't have anyone not really – everyone else is a family unit of varying size and makeup – so his lack of realisation on the gender front was a blessing really.