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YOU GUYS GLENN MIGHT BE DEAD WHAT AM I EVEN GONNA DO! OMG THOUGH LIKE IF HE DIDN'T CRAWL UNDER THAT DUMPSTER IDK IF I'M GONNA BE ABLE TO SURVIVE. I CAN'T RN!

Also, if you watch the Talking Dead, and if you're reading TWD fanfic then you probs watch the Talking Dead, then you heard the message form Scott M Gimple and I think that was bullshit to throw off the rumors that Steven Yuen has been seen on set. Like, the message basically alluded to "Steven is on the set bc Glenn is dead but he's in flashbacks so Steven has to film the flashbacks." so that's why they couldn't put Glenn in the 'Memorium' segment of Talking Dead.

BUT THAT'S BULLSHIT BC WHEN BETH DIED SHE WAS IN FLASHBACKS AND WE SAW HER IN FLASHBACKS LATER ON SO LIKE WHAT THE FUCK YA KNOW?

anyways, if you can see through your tears of remorse for Glenn, you can read this if you want...

This chapter is pretty dry but I'm asking you guys to cut me some slack bc I could barely get out of bed this week, let alone write this...

Enjoy! (Although I'm sure that, like me, you're not enjoying much of anything without the promise of Glenn Rhee gracing your television screens on Sunday. Literally if this is about to be 90 minutes of Morgan swinging a stick around and not killing anyone...I'm out)

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee


"They seem so near, but they're not here

'Cause time moves on so quickly

Without or with me

I've got to take a breath."

-Right Now.

-Sabrina Carpenter


I tried to stay up for Glenn but I was exhausted. I wasn't sure if being pregnant was causing the fatigue or if I was just tired. Either way, I eventually fell asleep in our bunk.

I always thought it was odd, all the different places I was sleeping. I used to sleep in my bed at the farm, every night. Even after everything went bad, I kept my nightly routine like normal. After that I spent sometime sleeping in cars and under trees before we found the prison. I never thought I would be so happy to sleep in a jail cell, but I was. When we got separated, Bob Sasha and I managed to find places to rest every now and again but for the most part we stayed on the move. Once we reached Terminus, we slept on the box car floor. It was by far the most uncomfortable place I'd ever slept, even with Glenn's arms around me. Resting was useless when the constant threat of the Termites was right outside our door.

After we destroyed them and the last of the cannibals were gone, we ransacked where they slept to steal their goods. Of course, we didn't feel right about sleeping where they slept. We decided to make those rooms classrooms, dining areas, etc. With all of our people, we decided the box cars would almost be like apartments. Of course, at first I was very uneasy about sleeping where I once thought I would die. But after a while, and many 'renovations' as Glenn called them, I was fine with it. Over the past few months it had become our home. I hoped it could stay that way until I was done being pregnant.

As I woke up from the nausea, I heard that Glenn was just getting into bed. He was taking off his jacket and jeans to get into bed beside me.

I sat up in bed. "Hey," I said. "How'd it go?"

Even in my half-asleep state I could tell he was acting strange. "It was fine." he said.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He looked freaked out, scared almost. "Yeah. Of course. Why?"

"I don't know you just-" I was stopped by the burning sensation in my throat.

I ripped off the covers and ran outside of the box car. I could hear Glenn get redressed quickly and follow me. "Maggie," he whispered loudly.

I stopped at the edge of the tree line and was about to empty my stomach. Glenn came up behind me and pushed me deeper into the forest.

"Glenn, stop." I choked out. I stopped my feet and threw up where we were. I was surrounded by trees and didn't know what was around that would be lured in by my noise.

Glenn rubbed my back until I was finished but I really wished he just wouldn't touch me.

I wiped my mouth with one hand and smacked his chest with the other. "What the hell?" I whispered angrily.

"What?" he asked, looking pathetic.

"Why did you make me run like that? I feel awful and you're trying to-what-get us lost in the woods?" I asked.

"No, Maggie," he said.

I turned to walk away. "I just want to go back to bed Glenn." I said.

He jogged to catch up with me. "I just didn't want anyone from home to hear you. They might start getting suspicious."

"They're asleep." I stopped to say. "And I think a bigger concern would be what's going to hear me out in the woods." I said.

He nodded. "You're right. I should've explained. Let's just get some sleep."

I nodded and started to walk back with him. As I looked up at him I could tell there was something he felt uneasy about.

"What's going on?' I asked once we were back in the bunk. I sat on the bed as he got undressed. I was positive he was nervous about something now.

It was pretty cold out and even colder in the box car. Glenn, though, didn't feel the need to bundle up at all like I did. He always got warm when he got nervous, his face flushed with heat. His lack of clothes was proving my theory about him hiding something.

"Nothing. What're you talking about?" he asked.

"Why are you acting so weird?" I said.

"I'm not." he said. "Here it's pretty cold out." he said, throwing me his shirt.

I decided not to disagree with him, so I put on the shirt.

"Yes, you are acting weird." I said. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I'm just tired, I guess. A lot has happened these past few days."

I nodded. "I guess you're right." I said. It was easier to believe he was just stressed out than to try to argue with him.

"Scoot over." he said. "Let me in."

I wiggled my way closer to the wall and let him lay behind me. I fell asleep soon after.


When I woke up I was cooler than I had been when I went to sleep the night before. Maggie being so cold next to me probably helped cool me down. I knew she could tell something was wrong with me, but I hoped that since she wasn't fully awake she wouldn't remember. I just had to act like everything was fine until I knew for sure it was.

I tried not to wake Maggie as I shifted out of bed. It was still dark out so I knew I didn't get much sleep but I still felt rested. I started to get dressed so I could go take my shift on the perimeter watch. I knew I would have to be especially alert today, more than I had been before.

I was really conflicted about everything going on with the council. I knew it was dangerous to stay but it was dangerous to leave. We were running on borrowed time no matter if we were in here or out there. I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

My concern was that this news didn't reach Maggie. She was stressed enough with the baby as it was. I didn't need her hearing that she might have to be on the road and pregnant. I wanted her to feel safe. She needed to feel safe.

I went over to our dresser and picked up a few things I always carried with me. My knife, a handkerchief, and Hershel's pocket-watch. I also grabbed my hand-gun although I would switch out weapons with Daryl when I took his spot.

After I loaded up my belt and pockets, I picked up my jacket off of the floor. Now that the council meeting was over and I had time to process things, I really did realize how cold it was.

I went over to a shelf we kept in the corner and grabbed a heavier blanket off of it. We only had two but we saved this one for when it got really cold in the winter. Maggie, in her sleep, was shivering. I flicked open the blanket, shook it out, and draped it across her.

She turned over. "Glenn," she whimpered.

"I'm leaving Mags, I'll see you at lunch." I whispered.

She nodded her tired head and I smiled. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and she pursed her lips before falling back to sleep.

I turned and quietly slid open the box car door.

At the bottom of the steps, I noticed a box. It was small and white and I probably wouldn't have seen it if it hadn't been placed specifically so I would step on it.

I picked it up carefully and noticed there was scribbled writing on it. "Have Maggie take these vitamins. We want that baby big and healthy when it's born." I looked around before opening the package. I pulled out the bottle to read the description as pre-natal vitamins. I shook my head and put them back in the box before walking away.

Whoever did this, obviously knew. Whether it was Daryl, Beth or Carol I couldn't be sure. However, I was angry that they risked someone else finding these and having me and Maggie found out. We needed time to decide what we would do. I didn't need or want others asking questions just yet.

I decided to forget about it since I had to be focused on perimeter today. I climbed up into our watch spot. We rotated around but today I was scheduled to be on the roof of the cafeteria. I went up and found Daryl was laying in a chair snoring.

"Daryl!" I said, pushing his shoulder. He jolted awake and pointed his gun at me. I held my hands up. "It's Glenn." I said.

He squinted through his sleep and looked at me to confirm what I had said. "Oh, well here," he said, holding out his gun. "Take over. "

"Did you seriously fall asleep?" I said. "What if someone tried to sneak in?"

"Well if Rick wants us to stay awake all night then maybe he shouldn't hold his damn council meetings near midnight right before a shift." he said, chewing on whatever food he'd brought for his shift and hadn't eaten the night before.

"It's the only time we can do it. You know that. We can't have everyone around, asking questions. And besides, when the people here see us they feel safe. If the council is present in Termius everyone feels like they're okay. We can't be in council meetings all the time."

"That don't make you scared?" he asked. "That people are relying on you to make 'em feel safe?" he asked.

I shrugged. "No, I guess not." I said.

He scoffed. "Good for you then. 'Cause when we stay too long and them damn Poets come in here and take all of our shit, those people are going to be looking at us to do something." he said. "I'll tell you one thing, I ain't protecting one of 'em. I'm grabbin' Beth and getting' the hell outta here." he said, jerking his thumb away from Terminus.

"They can fight. They're not useless. And we're teaching them. Everyone has to take classes so they can be prepared-"

"Look, I know Maggie is doin' all she can with them but half of 'em are orphans. The other half have fought walkers but no one can be ready for what we might have to face if these Poets come try to take over our camp." he said. "You knife a cannibal in the head he'll look up and lick your wrist." he said, picking at his food before taking a bite.

I was quiet for a moment but I started to shake my head. "You feel like you have to run away. You think everything's going to go to shit here and I get it. It probably will." I said, sitting down next to him on the roof of the cafeteria. "But some of us really need this place."

Daryl looked at me. "But why this place?"

I scoffed. "I have a wife. I have a baby on the way. I need a home for my family. I need a place where Maggie can have this child safely so I know that she won't die. I need a place where I can put a crib for our baby to sleep in. I need someplace for my child to play one day, where it's safe and there are other children. I need a place like this." I said.

He leaned in. "You need a place like this." he growled. "You don't need this place."

I shook my head as he stood up. "You just don't get it." I said.

"I get it just fine Glenn, you're nestin'. You want everything to be perfect for when the baby gets here. I don't think it would come as some big shock to hear that nothin' ain't goin' to be perfect never again."

"I don't need perfect. I just need Maggie and the baby to be safe. She's not going to be safe, wandering the roads pregnant. I mean Jesus, what if she goes into labor in the middle of the woods. There's no equipment, no medicine, nothing. She'll be all alone just like Lori was."

"None of that ain't gon' happen if we go out and kill these people before they come here and kill us." he said.

"They could be miles away. It's too far for a group to go when they don't even know what they're looking for."

"Maybe I'll just go myself then." he said.

"Alone?" I asked. "I don't think Beth would like that very much."

"Yeah, who gives a shit? I'll be fine. I'm always fine." he said. "But I'd be even better if I had someone to go with me." he said.

I felt his eyes on me and I finally turned to look at him. "No," I said. "Don't ask me."

"I can't do it by myself and Tyreese is feelin' weird about lyin' to Rick 'bout goin'. I have no one else to ask."

"Oh, so I'm your last choice?" I asked. "Maybe you should get better at invitations before asking others to risk so much for you."

"Don't get so offended." he said. "I didn't ask any of the girls before you if it makes you feel any better."

"It doesn't." I said.

He sat down. "Bein' honest Glenn, I could use your sneaky little ass to help me figure out where there are, and when we find their camp. If we could figure out how to get in, you could run and find their-"

"Daryl, I'm not going." I said.

"Well not right now but-"

"No, not ever." I said,

Daryl paused. "All that you were sayin' 'bout Maggie just a minute ago. About her bein' safe and you wantin' a home for your family. Is that all still true?" he said.

I wasn't sure where he was taking this. "Um, yeah."

"Well then how about you tell me a better way to make Maggie safe than to go out and take care of the problem yourself." he said. "Come on Rhee," he laughed. "If you're gonna be a daddy then you gotta learn how to protect you family."

"I already protect my family. I protect Maggie and the rest of the group everyday." I laughed. "You know, I'm not going to be peer pressured into going and searching out this camp Daryl."

"Sure you won't." he said. "Just think about it. If you're interested. I'm leaving an hour or two after the sun goes down tomorrow night. Hopefully, nothin' happens before then."

I thought about it. Maybe he was right. Maybe the best way to solve this problem was to go out and take care of it before it go out of hand. If I could take care of it myself then maybe Maggie never had to know about The Poets or that we might have to leave at all.

"I'll think about it." I said. "But I'm not making any promises."

"You should make promises." he said. "Make a promise to yourself that you're gon' keep Maggie safe. Make a promise that you'll take care of them, before they take care of us."


So like, with this story whatever, Glenn and Daryl might go find the Poets (which is what the terrorist group is called now) and shit might go down and I'm sure that if the events that happened on Sunday hadn't occured I would be happier about it bc in the chapter where they go find the Poets camp, one of them loses body parts and it's actually intense...

BUT REALLY WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT IT IF GLENN IS DEAD...ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT! LIKE, I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN TO CLASS ALL WEEK AND I'VE BEEN WEARING BLACK 24/7 LIKE I'M WAITING FOR HIS FUNERAL...GUYS THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

Tell me your theories about his death bc I honestly am curious. Like, I now there's a really zoomed in video of the dumpster scene where you're supposed to be able to see Glenn crawl under the dumpster but idk how reliable that is...

Whatever is going on I really don't think he's dead and if he is I'm pissed bc that is such an injustice to his character. Glenn got out of the city when he was covered in walker guts, he got out of the well walker situation, he got out of the Woodbury situation when he was tied to the chair and the Governor was creepin' on Mags, he got out of the prison situation when he woke up on the tower surrounded by a herd and then put on his riot gear to leave (RIOT GEAR GLENN HAS MY HEART FOREVA) then he got out of the beheading situation at Terminus...like he's too sneaky and tricky and smart and clever to die falling off a dumpster into a herd with a character no one likes.

And I've heard some people argue that if Glenn really is dead then it's his own fault bc he didn't kill Nicholas when he had the chance after Nicholas shot him but I think that's bullshit bc Glenn is smart, clever and enough of all those things to be able to keep people around when people like Daryl might not be able to. Like, I'm not dissing Daryl so don't hate me, I'm just saying Glenn is the type to give second chances and he can do that bc if the person he gives a second chance to betrays him and gets him in a bad situation again, he can get HIMSELF out of it. I think that if he makes it out of the dumpster situation that proves this.

My theory is that he's going to make it back to camp and Maggie will cry bc she's so happy to see him and everything will go back to normal for like, maybe a day. And then that night him and Maggie are going to have sex bc what else would you do with your husband after you thought he was dead...like seriously. And then when Glenn is naked, Maggie will notice he's bit and she'll start crying. Glenn will have known about the bite but didn't want to tell Maggie and he was just going to go off into the woods or something that night. BUT INSTEAD...MAGGIE WANTS TO KILL HIM so he doesn't have to turn. So he'll eventually agree and then he'll be in that really dizzy unreal state that Nicholas was in before he killed himself and then Maggie will start saying goodbye. BUT THE REAL KICKER ON THIS THEORY IS THAT Maggie will tell him "THANK YOU" right before shooting/stabbing him in the head.

OOOOOORRRRRR it could be that since Nicholas was in such a bad place mentally when this all supposedly occurred...it could all be a dillusion in Nicholas' head and never have even happened. THAT'S THE DREAM ANYWAYS...

****COMIC SPOILER****

Really, I don't think he's dead at all rn bc Glenn's death in the comics is so gory and iconic I don't think they'll let it go that easy in the show. I know that there are rumors that Negan will only be in FearTWD and never appear in the same series as Glenn, meaning the Lucille murder would happen to someone else but I think will the balls the writers seem to have this season, Negan will end up killing one of the Atlanta Five. I don't think it will be Daryl or Rick, but I do think it could be Carol. Like she's had enough character development that she might die that way. I'd almost be more pissed to see a female as strong as her go more than I would be to see my fave character (Glenn) die.

****END SPOILER LOL****

WOW I'VE WRITTEN A LOT ABOUT THIS...YIKES.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT GLENN'S DEATH and this fic if you want...

ALSO, READERS OF THIS FIC...I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT IN RECENT EPISODES GLENN HAS HAD LINES OF DIALOGUE ABOUT "Delivering pizzas" and "Having jobs to do" WHICH LEADS ME TO BELIEVE THAT, SINCE SIMILAR LINES OF DIALOGUE HAVE BEEN IN MY FIC, TWD WRITERS AREN'T DOING THEIR JOBS...THEY'RE JUST PLAYING WITH OUR SANITY AND READING MY FIC...

I'm kidding though, like I know they're not...unless they are. :|

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee

p.s... on Open Office my author's notes took up four pages and the actual story only took up six so like, clearly I'm passionate about Glenn Rhee survival...I think we all are.