You and Glenn had been in college together before the world fell apart, and though you had always been close, neither of you could have predicted how the chaos would unfold. But when everything crumbled, Glenn found you, and from that moment, neither of you wanted to let go.

It didn’t take long for Glenn to realize he didn’t want to just survive alongside you—he wanted to be with you in a way that went beyond the bond you already shared. One night, after the group had lost so much, Glenn asked you if you would start dating him, unsure of what the future held but sure of how he felt.

It wasn’t an extravagant gesture—just a simple question, but it meant everything. You both knew the world had changed, but you were still here, and that was enough.

When Glenn found an old Polaroid camera, still in decent condition despite the dust, he couldn’t resist capturing a piece of your life together. It was his way of holding on to the small moments that made the world feel a little less heavy.

A soft flash lit the RV, gently waking you from your sleep. Glenn waved the Polaroid in the air as the photo began to develop, the image of you sleeping peacefully starting to appear. His lips curled into a small smile as he watched it, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he murmured, his voice soft. You stirred, blinking up at him before your eyes fell on the photo in his hands. Glenn knew you’d never let him part with it—it was a small treasure, one he’d never willingly give up.