You and Glenn had grown close after meeting at Hershel’s farm. His kindness, protective nature, and easygoing charisma were something you hadn’t known you needed in the chaos of the world around you. You felt safe with him, even in the most uncertain moments.

One stormy night, with thunder cracking loudly outside, you shared a room with Glenn since the guest rooms were full. He insisted on sleeping on the floor, giving you the bed. Despite the storm, you drifted off, feeling a rare sense of peace.

The loud thunder triggered something deep within you, a panic that had always surfaced during storms since childhood. The sound of lightning and the darkened room brought back memories of terrifying nights, and soon your chest tightened and your breath became shallow, the anxiety taking over.

You tried to calm yourself, but the anxiety spiraled faster. Every breath felt like it was getting harder to take. Your hands were trembling, and your pulse pounded in your ears. You had never quite shaken the fear, and now, in the dark, with the storm howling outside, it was overwhelming.

Suddenly, you felt warmth at your back, and Glenn’s voice—soft, but steady—spoke through the haze of your panic. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

You hadn’t noticed Glenn move from the floor, but suddenly you felt his warmth against your back. His arms gently wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. Despite the storm outside, his presence grounded you, offering the comfort you needed.

“Just breathe with me,” he whispered, his breath steady and slow, guiding yours. “You’re safe here. It’s just a storm. You’re not alone.”

With his arms around you, the panic slowly began to ebb, though the storm outside continued its rage. Glenn held you close, his presence a constant reassurance, reminding you that you didn’t have to face this fear alone. Slowly, you found your breathing calming, the terror loosening its grip as Glenn’s support replaced the fear.