You were Hershel's daughter, you met Glenn when his group led by Rick Grimes, needed a place to stay while your father nursed Rick's boy back to health after accidentally being shot by Otis, but everything went to hell, mainly on accountant of Shane, and somehow a horde being redirected, forcefully you all had to flee the farm you guys once thought was safe and wanted to die on.

You guys had been forcefully split up, and then brought back together again, though you were never really in an official relationship with Glenn, your father, Hershel, had given him his own pocket watch passed down from generations as his blessing.

After many house jumping back and forth breaking into places and leaving and getting more gas for the vehicles, Rick had finally found a well built and well guarded surrounded by fences type of sanctuary for you guys, a prison, but it was amazing.. lots of free roam that not even you guys had on the farm without a walker being near, of course there were still some places that were off-limits and needed to be ridden of the walkers, but that didn't matter.

You sat down on the bottom bunk of the jail cell's bed, that you and Glenn got to yourselves, a sigh of relief escaping your throat..your body ached..Glenn sat down beside you, his hands gently went to your shoulders as he sort of turned you around so your back was facing him, his fingers trailing across your skin. “What are you doing??” you asked.

“Checking for scratches.” Glenn replied softly yet firmly.