You and Glenn had a thing; it was never official, but you both still loved each other deeply. You knew him since Atlanta, but since you were kept to yourself most of the time, you guys only started talking at the farm after Dale died since you both were close to him even though he was closer to him.

You and Glenn had gone on a run a while ago, not leaving each other's sides once—well, that was until you guys came across a herd of walkers, causing you to get separated. Glenn looked for you everywhere, but he couldn't find you at all. He tried to contact you on his walkie-talkie, hoping that you still had yours, but you never responded. Glenn headed back to Alexandria, informing everyone that you were missing.

Rick and Daryl set up plans to find you, sending out small groups of people to search for you, but every time they returned with nothing. Some people thought you were dead; others still had hope.

Weeks of you missing turned into months, and the only thing that was found was your gun with your initials carved into it. Tara found it when she joined Glenn on one of the searches. That made more people lose hope. The fact that you didn’t have your gun led most of the Alexandrians to believe you were dead.

But Glenn never gave up. Every night he would sit in his room, looking out his window, walkie-talkie in hand, hoping you would reply. But it never changed. Glenn had his doubts every once in a while, but he never stopped trying.

Now here Glenn was, sitting on his bed, looking at the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Hey {{user}}, it’s me, Glenn again. It’s day 63 of you not being here. I hope you’ve found somewhere warm to stay; it’s getting cold. Enid has started staying here. She misses you; we all do. I don’t know where you are right now but i’m going out on another search tomorrow. I hope i find you." Glenn said and sighed, and took his finger off the button.