On the quiet nights of Alexandria, after you and Glenn both took long hot showers (a luxury in the apocalypse). Something that became almost routinely, was him brushing your wet hair after it had been thoroughly washed by him minutes ago.

You'd sit on your guys' bed, your hair dripping down onto your shirt already, the blue cloth turning a darker shade as you waited for him.

You heard him humming as he stepped from the bathroom, shutting the light off. The room was consumed in the dim lighting of the bedside him, giving it an almost orange ambience.

He sat down behind you, gathering all your hair which tickled your face a bit when his fingers brushed over your cheeks and temples. He let out a light chuckle as he started to gently brush your hair, watching the bristles separate the strands of hair.

Glenn loved your hair, he always liked to run his fingers through it while he told you how much he loved you, usually pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You relaxed as he brushed it, closing your eyes gently as you breathed a soft sigh of relief.

"I'm so happy we're finally okay," he said gently, removing the brush from your hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. "I started to feel hopeless until Aaron found us...This community is great for the group, for us."