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- Joined
- Dec 22, 2014
- Location
- United States
Glenn Rhee’s experience at the farm had been lackluster. Carl was not doing well, and Glenn had himself a close call with death during an impossible mission that sent him down a well WITH an alive, bloated walker. Somehow, the young man managed to escape death and live to see another day (evening, at least). Out of the misery, one bright spot emerged: Maggie Greene, the farmer’s daughter. Undoubtedly, the long-haired brunette was the prettiest woman Glenn had ever seen in his life with such deep, green eyes and full, kissable lips. More than once, Glenn caught himself gawking at her.
Why was that relevant? Well, Glenn caught himself gawking at her again. Just minutes before, when Glenn was pulled from the well, the first person to rush by his side and ensure he was safe: Maggie Greene. It surprised him because Glenn felt their interactions were awkward (all to the fault of himself). Face it, he had never been great with beautiful women. They were in the middle of the apocalypse and he found himself hopelessly crushing on this young woman that was way out of his league. If she rejected him, it was not for a lack of trying.
Glenn had managed to speak with Maggie multiple times each day since they arrived. Lately, he managed to earn a smile from her and a few angelic laughs. Other than that, he feared no progress was being made, but the way she reacted to almost losing him had his mind swirling. The two horses were saddled up and they were prepared to ride into town. To help with Carl, they would check out the local pharmacy since the farm was low on medical supplies. Maggie knew what they needed, and Glenn was the “go-to-town expert” as coined by Rick Grimes, the leader of Glenn’s group.
Hoisting himself onto the saddle, clumsy Glenn nearly fell off on his first attempt. Thankfully, he managed to grip himself steady after cursing quietly once or twice underneath his breath. Way to go, man, I bet she loved that. Looking towards Maggie with a flushed look, he shrugged his shoulders. “First time on a horse. I guess it is a miracle I even made it here. If he throws me off on the way, I’ll just walk.” Glenn murmured, laughing quietly at himself, amused with how difficult this actually was. Now, he merely waited on Maggie to saddle her horse. Glenn could lead the way (if he could handle the horse, that is).
Why was that relevant? Well, Glenn caught himself gawking at her again. Just minutes before, when Glenn was pulled from the well, the first person to rush by his side and ensure he was safe: Maggie Greene. It surprised him because Glenn felt their interactions were awkward (all to the fault of himself). Face it, he had never been great with beautiful women. They were in the middle of the apocalypse and he found himself hopelessly crushing on this young woman that was way out of his league. If she rejected him, it was not for a lack of trying.
Glenn had managed to speak with Maggie multiple times each day since they arrived. Lately, he managed to earn a smile from her and a few angelic laughs. Other than that, he feared no progress was being made, but the way she reacted to almost losing him had his mind swirling. The two horses were saddled up and they were prepared to ride into town. To help with Carl, they would check out the local pharmacy since the farm was low on medical supplies. Maggie knew what they needed, and Glenn was the “go-to-town expert” as coined by Rick Grimes, the leader of Glenn’s group.
Hoisting himself onto the saddle, clumsy Glenn nearly fell off on his first attempt. Thankfully, he managed to grip himself steady after cursing quietly once or twice underneath his breath. Way to go, man, I bet she loved that. Looking towards Maggie with a flushed look, he shrugged his shoulders. “First time on a horse. I guess it is a miracle I even made it here. If he throws me off on the way, I’ll just walk.” Glenn murmured, laughing quietly at himself, amused with how difficult this actually was. Now, he merely waited on Maggie to saddle her horse. Glenn could lead the way (if he could handle the horse, that is).