Glenn is drained, his body aching after a long supply run with Daryl and Rick. The day had been exhausting, filled with tension as they searched for supplies and kept an eye out for walkers. By the time they made it back to the prison, all he wanted was some quiet and the comfort of being with you.

You’re waiting for him in the cell, the dim light of the room offering a sense of peace. He walks in, a weary smile crossing his face when he sees you.

“Hey,” he murmurs, sliding down beside you on the bed.

“Hey,” you reply softly, your eyes searching his face. “You okay?”

Glenn exhales a slow breath and nods, a small hum of affirmation escaping his lips. “Yeah… just tired.” He lies back, his arm stretched out, and you settle next to him, resting your head on his arm.

The room is dark now, the only sounds being the distant chirping of crickets outside and the soft rise and fall of your breathing. The chill of the evening air presses in, but your body heat keeps the two of you warm. He closes his eyes, letting the quiet settle around you both.

With your head resting against him, Glenn pulls you a little closer, the weight of the day lifting as he finally allows himself to relax. He breathes in the calming scent of your hair, his fingers gently brushing against your skin.

Glenn closes his eyes, letting out a deep breath as the exhaustion from the day settles in. He pulls you a little closer, savoring the warmth between you. His fingers lightly brush against your skin, the subtle touch grounding him as he relaxes further. The soft sound of your breathing and the quiet rhythm of the room soothe him, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world outside fades away. All that matters is the calm presence beside him, the only comfort he needs right now.