✧ sugar ๑ glennrheexfem!reader ✧

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y/n's pov
after leaving the bathroom you pass an unoccupied room with a comfy looking couch and a coffee table. "this'll do." you say to yourself, entering the room and closing the door. you set your backpack next to the couch, and check your watch. it read 9:42, 'bed time' you think, making your way to the sofa and getting into a comfortable position, an arm over your eyes, your wet hair ticking your ears as you lay back. you feel your eyelids grow heavy, just as you're about to fall asleep you hear the door creak back open. sitting up you run a hand through your hair, greeted with a freshly showered, still drunk glenn stumbling through the door.

"my insides feel tingly." he slurrs as you stand, walking to the doorway and grabbing onto his shoulder to stablize him. "come're and sit before you fall and crack your head open." you say with a snort, leading him to the couch. he all but collapses into the cushions, leaning his head back to look up at you with a dopey smile that makes a that weird warmth bloom in your chest once more "mnh, thanks, pretty lady." he says and you roll your eyes as you hand him a glass of water, fighting off the blush that threatens to rise to your cheeks. "drink this, so you don't feel as shitty in the mornin." you reply as he takes the glass and takes a couple gulps.

he sets the glass back on the in-table and lays back against the couch, closing his eyes. "mnh, this couch is so comfyy." he slurrs and you snort softly as you walk to corner of the room to grab a neatly folded, soft blanket. walking back over to the couch you see him already asleep, curled up in the fet position, his soft snores filling the room. you find yourself admiring his sleeping form, again. his hair was still slightly damp and his long eyelashes were casting shadows over his light pink cheeks. 'so damn pretty' your mind helpfully supplies and you sigh softly, trying to shake off your thoughts. 'stop being a damn creep and go to sleep, dumbass' your innervoice scolds and you run a hand through you hair before getting into a somewhat comfortable position, looking up at the ceiling as you feel your eyelids grow heavy.

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yet another pounding headache wakes you up and you sit up with a groan, rubbing your eyes. checking your watch you see that it's 8:28 am. 'slept in again, weird' you think as you run a hand through your hair and look to your right at and see a still asleep glenn half hanging off of the couch. you let out a soft chuckle as you take a sip from your water bottle, the headache dulling a bit. you check your things and pull your boots on and stand, slinging your backpack over your shoulders. you silently debate on waling glenn up as you stare down at his sleeping form, and decide to let him rest. the guy was pretty drunk last night and you did not wanna deal with any complaining on top of everything else going on.

you walk past the couch but stop as you feel a hand gently wrap around your wrist. you look down and see glenn, who was now awake and god damn, he's even prettier now than when he's asleep. his jet black hair slightly messy from sleep, his cheeks still flushed an adorable pink and his big brown eyes half-lifded as he looks up at you with that stupid, dopey smile that makes your knees weak. his raspy voice snaps you out of your mess of thoughts

"i smell bacon." he says, making a soft huff of laughter escape your nose and you nod "yeah, i think someones whippin up a nice greasy breakfast for us." you reply, trying not to think about how his hand was still around your wrist and how good it feels. you clear your throat as glenn groans, removing his hand from your wrist and covering his eyes with the blanket. "ugh, its too brighttt." he whimpers out and you pull out your sunglasses from your backpack, grateful for a distraction from your moment of weakness.

you pull back the blanket and glenn groans again, holding an arm over his eyes. you tap his arm with the sunglasses "here, should make the light more tolerable. you're really hungover, aren't you?" you ask with a head tilt, crossing your arms over you chest as he takes them and puts them on. he gives you a guilty look, runnin a hand through his hair "maybe." he answers and you give him a 'oh, please' look. he sighs "okay, yeah, i'm very hungover. you win." he concedes and a small affectionate smile pulls at you lips.

"come on, some greasy breakfast will cure that hangover." you say, offering him your hand. he takes it and you pull him up. he stumbles and you grab his shoulder, swinging his arm around your waist. "just hold on to me, and try not to fall on your ass." you say and he chuckles, which definately does not make butterflies erupt in your stomach. 'just keep walking, y/n, do not think about how his laugh sounds like music' you think as you guide him through the hallway.

to the dining room/kitchen you had eaten dinner in the night before, mentally squealing everytime he would squeeze your waist to steady himself. 'oh god his hands should'nt feel so damn good' you think, mentally fist puming in relief as you you finally make it to your destination, the two of you greeted by a grinning t-dog, holding a pan. "mornin glenn, y/n. you're just in time to taste my famous rehydrated scrambled eggs." he offers, making your smile widen a bit.

thanks t-dog, let me get this one in a chair and i'll be happy to give em a try." you reply, gesturing to the still very much hungover glenn hanging off of you. t-dog's grin morphs into a knowing smirk and he nods "good idea, wouldn't want him crackin his skull open on the floor." he says as you walk glenn over to an empty seat and gently set him down. once hes situated you get some water and hand it to him "here. i'll get you some food okay?" you say and he nods, taking the cup from you.

you stand and set a plate for you and him, t-dog shoveling generous amounts of his 'famous eggs' onto your plates. once theyre filled you take your seat and place the plate infront of glenn's head that was resting on the table. "hey, foods here. look alive." you say and he lifts his head up and smiles at you "thanks y/n, what ever would i do without you?" he says with a mock dreamy sigh, making you chuckle softly and roll your eyes. "probably crash and burn." you reply as you take a bite of your food.
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