Author’s Note: This story was written for the ‘Lonely Prompt Challenge’ over on the LiveJournal group spanking_world. It was written for the following prompt from ‘cookielaura’, but it actually spans episodes 6x07, 6x08, & 6x09:
The Walking Dead, Glenn/Enid - Missing scene for the episode 6x09 when Glenn is trying to get Enid to come home with him and help the gang at Alexandria, but Enid keeps trying to run off by herself because she thinks she doesn't belong there/have family there.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, and I’m not making any money from this story.
Warning: Non-consensual swatting of a minor. I do not advocate this behavior in real life, only in fiction.




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After pulling himself out from under the dumpster, Glenn looked around at the carnage. He grabbed an empty water bottle from the ground, and tried to get the last drop or two of water into his mouth.

“Hey.”

Startled, Glenn looked up at the rooftop above, and saw a familiar teenage girl.

“Heads up,” she said and tossed a water bottle down to him.

He didn’t react soon enough, and the water bottle fell to the ground and split open.

“Shit,” she muttered, “I said heads up.”

He watched her walk away while trying to figure out what the hell she was doing all the way out here by herself. “Enid?” When she didn’t answer, he grabbed his stuff, and went to follow her. He got up to the rooftop, and went into the building through an open window that looked promising.

“Enid?” he called out, “What are you doing out here?”

He heard her voice coming from above him. “There’s another water bottle in the corner. Take it and go.”

He walked through the little room and found the water bottle near the back. He quickly had a drink, and then looked at the floor. Clearly Enid had been here for a while, because there were open cans of food by the water.

“You’re not gonna answer me?” he asked the ceiling.

“No.”

“What happened in Alexandria? I heard that sound, the gunfire.” When she didn’t respond, he raised his voice. “Enid!”

“What happened, is what always happens,” she said. “People died.”

“The herd broke through the walls?” he asked.
“What herd?” she answered.

“The walkers. They broke through the quarry early. We got on them, but that sound, the air horn. What was that?”

After a short pause she said, “It was people. You should go.”

He heard some movement above, and said, “My wife, Maggie. Is she okay?” When the girl didn’t respond, he raised his voice again. “Enid! Is Maggie okay? Answer me! Enid? Enid!”

When he realized the noise he heard must have been her leaving, he rushed to find a way upstairs where she’d been. Once he found a way up, he called to her. “Enid!”

She didn’t answer, so he rushed to a window, and looked out. He thought he heard movement, and climbed out to the roof. He saw her down on the street running away from him. “Hey! Enid!” When she didn’t look back or answer, he grunted in irritation, and got himself down to the street and went the direction she’d gone, trying to find her.

It took about half an hour, but eventually he found her. He’d gone through the back of an old diner, and saw her looking out the front door. He could see the shadows of walkers moving past through the curtain on the door’s window and had to clench his jaw. It was hard enough to survive out here, and she was practically asking a walker to come eat her.

Moving quietly, he snuck up behind her, wrapped one hand around her mouth to prevent noise, and the other around her waist to pull her back from the door. Once she was clear, he let her go, and went to carefully shut and lock the door.

“What the hell are you doing!” she demanded.

“Sshh,” he hissed, needing her to be quiet while the walkers passed. Once he was certain that the door was secure and none of the walkers were currently trying to get in, he moved away from the door, glared at her, and said, “Taking you home.”

“I don’t know you,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow, because that was a lie. “Why did you give me water?” he countered, because if she didn’t know him, she wouldn’t have done that.

She shrugged. “I had it, you needed it. That doesn’t make us friends.”

“We’re not friends,” he confirmed. “I’m doing this for Maggie.”

“Your wife?” she said with a significant amount of attitude.

Glenn got in her space, looked her in the eyes, and said intently, “She wouldn’t leave you behind. She wouldn’t want me to leave you behind. So we’re going.”

“I’m not friends with your wife either,” Enid said with a frown, clearly not agreeing with his decision.

Speaking slowly and clearly he said, “I’m not having this conversation. I’m not leaving you out here. We’re going. Now.” He tried to pull her along with him towards the back.

She pulled her arm out of his grasp and said, “No.” She turned towards the front again and started walking away.

He grabbed her arm with slightly more force, intending to pull her along the whole way if he had to. To his shock, she pulled a gun out from her backpack, and pointed it in his face. He immediately let go, and slowly held his hands up.

After a few seconds of facing off, Glenn’s surprise turned to irritation and anger. “Give me the gun, Enid,” he said with a clenched jaw.

“Turn around and walk away,” she said.

“You’re not gonna pull the trigger,” he said with certainty.

“I will if you make me.”

Having had enough, he reached out, put his hand over both of hers, and lowered the gun down away from his face. Barely keeping his voice level he said, “Let. Go.”

She didn’t put up much of a struggle and he pulled the gun out of her hands, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants.

“Asshole,” she muttered.

“You point a gun at me, and I’m the asshole?” he asked incredulously. When she didn’t apologize, or even acknowledge that he’d spoken, he grabbed her arm with one hand, and swatted her butt with the other.

“Ow!” she yelped and pulled away from him. She covered her rear end with both hands, and glared up at him with even more anger than before. “It’s not even loaded you jerk!”

“That’s worse!” Glenn said. “Alexandria is full of good people. People who will do their best to keep you safe. If you pull a gun on some stranger out here, and then you can’t even use it because it’s not loaded,” he shook his head. “That’s a good way to get yourself killed.”

She didn’t comment, and continued to glare.

“Let’s go,” he said, gesturing towards the back of the diner. “Out the back. Down the alley. We’ll take the main road.”

Still clearly unhappy, she followed his instructions.

# # #

Half an hour later, they were walking along the road when Enid saw a fallen walker next to a post with three green balloons tied to it. She automatically got out her knife and stuck it through the walker’s head, so that it would die a second time.

Glenn looked on with disapproval.

“What?” Enid asked as she wiped her knife off. “Would your wife not want me to kill it?” she asked sarcastically.

“My wife wouldn’t want you to have to,” he answered honestly.

She rolled her eyes, and went to the balloons. She cut the string, and tied them to her backpack. When she saw him looking at her she said, “We can use them to distract them.”

Understanding her thought process he said, “There’s a helium tank in those shrubs. More balloons and more string.”

She nodded and started to fill more of the green balloons.

He watched, and once she had several filled, he asked, “Who did you stay with back home?”

“It’s not my home,” she answered immediately, but then when the silence stretched out between them she said, “I lived in Olivia’s place, but I was on my own. Orphaned by walkers.”

“Me too,” Glenn said. “Probably.” His parents lived too far away to know.

“It’s just what happens.” Enid said.

“I get that you’re scared. But…”

“I’m not scared.” She interrupted him.

“Yeah you are. You don’t want to lose anything again. So you give up and you say that’s just what happens.”

“I don’t need a lecture,” she grumbled.

He didn’t agree. “I think you do. You honor the dead by going on, even when you’re scared. You live because they don’t get to. You think your parents would want you to be waiving around a gun because you’re scared?”

“We don’t have to talk,” she said, her voice a little higher than usual. She didn’t want to think about her parents. It was too painful. “We don’t have to talk,” she said again.

“Yeah, we do. That’s enough balloons. Come over here.” He gestured for her to come back to the road with him. He saw her eyes darting around, looking for some kind of escape. “You can’t outrun me, Enid.”

Appearing defeated, she walked over to him.

He put a hand on her shoulder and said, “When we get home, you’re gonna move in with me and Maggie.”

“What?” she whispered. Blinking a few times, she shook her head. “You can’t decide that.”

“I think I can. You’re a teenager. You’re not supposed to have to make that kind of decision for yourself, so I’m making it for you. You’re not going to be on your own anymore. We’ll be your family.”

She glared at him, with tears in her eyes and said, “No.”

Instead of insisting, he asked, “Why not?”

“My family is dead. I don’t have a family. I don’t want another one.” Her tears spilled over.

“Yes you do. You’re just afraid of getting attached and losing people again.”

She knocked his hand off her shoulder and yelled, “Stop telling me what I want and what I need! I don’t even like you!”
Glenn shrugged. “That’s fine. You don’t have to like me. You just have to follow my lead.”

“You can’t hold me hostage forever.”

“Forever? No. But I can hold you hostage until we get back home, and that’ll be enough.” He pointed down the road and said, “Let’s go.”

# # #

They could hear the sound of the hoard before they could see Alexandria. They carefully climbed up a small embankment and looked down to the city walls. Hundreds of walkers were milling around the walls trying to get it.

After staring for a few seconds, Enid turned and started walking back the way they’d come.

“Stop,” Glenn hissed. When she didn’t stop, he rushed over, grabbed her arm and gave her a swat before turning her back around.

“Stop doing that,” She hissed while rubbing her backside and glaring at him.

“Stop trying to run off.”

“What’s the point.” Sounding defeated she added, “The world is trying to die. We’re supposed to just let it.”

“No.” Glenn said vehemently. “You’re wrong. We’re not supposed to let the world die. And I’m sure as hell not gonna let you die.”
She glared and said, “I’m sure your wife will forgive you.”
He held both of her upper arms and gave her a small shake. “It’s not just for her anymore. This is our home. The walls are still up. The houses are still up. We’ll find out the rest together. Okay?”

A couple of tears slid down her face, but she nodded.

He opened his mouth to say more, but then there was a deafening crash. Startled, they both scrambled back up the embankment to see what had happened. To their horror they saw that the tower had fallen, smashing a portion of the wall that went around the town, and walkers were streaming into Alexandria.

Glenn got over his shock first. “The walkers are flooding into the east wall, which means the west wall will be the first to clear. That’s how we get in.”

Enid shook her head, and started walking away again.

He walked with her and added, “Just because the tower is down doesn’t mean that… Listen, people are still alive in there.”

“This is how it happens. And it always happens, Glenn.” She said with the conviction of someone who’d seen too much death.

“We’re still here. Our friends are in there, people who care about you, including my pregnant wife. They need help, and you just want to run away? Be afraid? Forget about this?” He shook his head. “That’s how you lose people, even after they’re gone, and I’m not letting that happen to you.” He took her arm and said, “Come on,” as he started the trek around the town to the west wall.

Once they got to the north side, they climbed a tree, and saw Maggie up on one of the wobbly look out platforms, with walkers all around the ground trying to get at her. They also heard the sound of people shouting, and knew there were people still alive and fighting.

“Let’s keep going,” Glenn said with more urgency, now that he’d seen his wife in danger.

Enid got out her knife to cut the strings that held the balloons to her backpack, and let them fly into the air.

“Why did you do that?” Glenn asked.

“To let them know we’re coming.”

He could tell that seeing Maggie in trouble and hearing the others had given Enid the push she’d needed to get onboard with his plan. Nodding in approval he said, “Good idea.”

Together they went around to the west wall, and found a large section of wall with no walkers beside it, as the hoard was gravitating towards the east wall. They quickly scaled the wall, and rushed to the first building they saw, which happened to be the church. The building was empty of both people and walkers.

Glenn immediately started looking under pews and in bibles. “Look for guns and rope or something else that Maggie can use to climb down out of that tower.”

“Guns? In the church?”

“You’d be surprised,” Glenn replied.

Instead of looking for things to help, Enid just stared at the inspirational message on the church wall and said, “When I wanted to run, you said that’s how you lose people. Even after they’re gone. What the hell does that mean?”

He paused in his search, sensing that this was information she needed to hear, even in the middle of a crisis. “The people you love, they made you who you are. They’re still a part of you. If you stop being that version of yourself, then that last bit of them that’s still around… it’s gone.”

“Who are those people to you?” she asked, turning to face him.

“My parents. A man named Dale. Maggie’s father Hershel. A woman named Andrea, and a man named Tyreese. Who are they to you?”

“My parents,” she answered softly.

He moved closer and put a hand on her shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. “Then they’re still here, ‘cause you’re still here.”

Nodding in understanding, she started helping him look for things that might help them save Maggie.

Within five minutes, Enid had found a gun in a box under the pulpit. “Guess you were right,” she said as she held it out to him.

He took the gun, and checked the clip to see if it was loaded.

She took some decorative strips of cloth off the pulpit, and started tying the ends together as she walked towards the door. “Let’s go.”

He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “I want you to stay put.”

“What?” she asked, not quite believing that statement.

He tried to explain, “I wanted you to come back, but…”

She interrupted, “I can handle myself. You need help.”

“No,” he said firmly. “I didn’t want you to give up on this place, and on these people. I didn’t want you to be afraid. But I don’t want you to rush headlong into danger either.”

“You were right,” she said. “Coming back was the right thing to do. So I’m here now. And I’m going out there. And I’m helping you.”

He shook his head, and opened his mouth, but she beat him to it.

“We have to get her off that platform, and there are too many walkers for just one person to do it. I can climb up the gate and toss her the cloth, and you can distract them with the gun. We do it together.”

While he was thinking that over, and trying to decide, she said softly, “I’m just going to follow you anyway.”

His eyes snapped to hers. “You do that, and I’ll give you more than one swat if we both survive.”

Scowling, she said, “That’s mean, and I doubt your wife would approve.”

Conceding her point, he shrugged and nodded, “Probably not, but I’ll do it anyway. I didn’t bring you home, just to watch you die.”

“And I didn’t come home just to watch everyone else die while I did nothing.”

The two faced off for a few moments, and then Glenn realized she’d called it home for the first time. “Okay, you can come with me and help, but only if you promise to go straight to the gate, climb up to Maggie, and toss her the cloth. Then if it’s clear, you get back to the church with Maggie, and if it’s not clear, you stay up on the gate until it is.”

With a decisive nod, she said, “Let’s go get Maggie.”

“You stay right behind me until we get to the gate.”

She nodded again, and followed him out into the fray. They didn’t have any problems getting to Maggie’s position, but when they got there, the walkers were blocking the gate.

“Stay here until it’s clear, and then climb up.” Glen rushed towards the walkers on the other side of the little platform where Maggie was trapped, and started shouting. “Hey! Over here!”

The walkers that had been blocking the gate started walking his way, as did all the walkers that were on the other side of the platform.

“Glenn?!” Maggie yelled,

Within seconds the gate was clear, and Enid rushed over to climb up.

“Glenn!” Maggie yelled again.

He started walking backwards and shooting the walkers that got too close.

Enid was up and yelled, “Maggie!” Once the woman was facing her, Enid held up the makeshift ropes for Maggie to see, and then tossed them to her.

Maggie caught them, and tied one end to the platform railing while keeping one eye on Glenn. The walkers were starting to surround him. He’d ditched the gun and was using his knife, but he couldn’t move it fast enough to kill them all.

Enid saw his dilemma, climbed down from the gate, and yelled at the walkers to get their attention. She pulled her knife out of her pocket, and held it ready while Maggie started climbing down from the platform.

“Get back on that gate!” Glenn yelled as he kept killing the walkers.

Enid rushed closer, and yelled again, causing a few of the walkers to turn her way. She tried to stab the first walker in the head, but she was too short, and ended up stabbing it in the neck. Just as it was about to bite her, Maggie rushed up from behind, shoved it out of the way, got out her own knife, and stabbed it in the head.

“Get behind me!” Maggie said to Enid, and then rushed to kill more of the walkers that had surrounded Glenn.

The sound of rapid gunfire startled all of the humans into ducking and staying still, while walkers dropped like flies around them.

Glenn looked up from his crouched position and saw Abraham and Rosita standing on something tall on the other side of the wall.

Abraham smiled at Glenn and said, “Wanna get the gate for us so we can kill these bastards?”

Rushing to the gate, Glenn unlatched it and pushed it open, revealing Daryl in a huge gasoline truck. Abraham and Rosita climbed down from the top of the truck and started killing the walkers that were close, while Daryl drove in towards the center of town.

Glenn and Maggie rushed towards each other, and gripped each other tight. Tears ran down both of their faces.

“I thought something had happened to you,” Maggie said as she leaned back far enough to kiss him.

“I’m sorry,” he said in between kisses. “I got stuck.” He took a step back and looked down at her leg. “You’re hurt.”

She waved it off. “A flesh wound. It’ll be fine.”

Glenn turned to Enid who was standing a few feet away, and walked towards her. She backed up a few steps as he approached, but he caught up with her in seconds. He pulled her into a hug and said, “Are you okay?”

Tentatively, she hugged him back. “Yeah,” she said softly, and then hugged him a little harder as tears started spilling down her cheeks.

Maggie looked out at the town, and saw her friends and family killing walkers. “We should go help. Secure Alexandria and fix the wall before more walkers come.”

Glenn nodded in agreement, held Enid at arm’s length, and leaned down so they were eye to eye. “I told you to stay on the gate.”

“You were surrounded.”

He turned her to the side and gave her a hard swat.

“Ow!” she complained and tried to yank her arm out of his grip, but failed.

“Glenn!” Maggie said with shock.

He landed another harsh swat, and Enid burst into tears. He turned her back around to look him in the eye, and said gently, “I know you were trying to help, but you almost got yourself killed in the process. You’re going to have to start listening to me, even when I’m making you do things that you don’t want to do.” Sighing at her continued tears, he pulled her into another hug and said, “We’ll talk more about it once the city is secured. For now, I want you to stay with Maggie.”

Looking at his shocked wife, Glenn said, “Enid is going to move in with us.”

Obviously confused, Maggie said, “Okay,” willing to agree now, and get the story later.

He let Enid go, and she wiped some of the residual tears off her face with the back of her hand. Glenn gave her a nudge towards Maggie, and said, “If you try to run on Maggie’s watch, I’ll track you down and bring you home again.”

“I’m not gonna run,” Enid mumbled.

“Good.” Glenn turned to Maggie and said, “I’m going to go help clear the walkers.”

She nodded. “We’ll go see about getting the wall fixed.”

# # #

Three hours later, all the walkers had been killed, the wall had a temporary fix, and Rick had told everyone go home to recuperate.

Half an hour after that Maggie’s flesh wound had been tended to, Glenn had showered off the walker grime that had been covering him, and Enid had moved her meager belongings from Olivia’s house to the new home she was sharing with Glenn and Maggie.

Maggie had made them a meal while Glenn was showering and Enid was setting up ‘her’ room.

Freshly showered, Glenn walked past Enid’s room and saw her sitting still on her new bed with a blank stare on her face, as if lost in deep thought.

“Food’s on the table,” Maggie called to them.

Snapped out of her trance, Enid looked over at him, and he smiled. “Come on,” he gestured for her to come to him.

Frowning in thought, she walked over, and they went to the dining room together. Maggie grinned at them and said, “Since it’s our first meal together, I thought we should do it right.”

Glenn smiled at the set table, and then at his wife. “This is nice. Thank you.” He gave her a quick kiss and then sat next to her.

Enid sat as well, and Maggie said, “So tell me how this happened.” She gestured to the two of them.

Glenn started in on the story, and Enid put in her two cents here and there. When he got to the bit in the diner, and the fact that she’d pulled a gun on him, Maggie glared at the girl. “You pulled a gun on him?”

Darting her eyes to her plate, Enid muttered, “It wasn’t loaded.” Maggie huffed in disapproval, so Enid added, “And he spanked me for it.”

“What?” Maggie said sharply, and glared at her husband.

“One swat!” Glenn said defensively. “And only after she called me an asshole.”

After carefully watching Maggie’s reaction, Enid tattled again, “And he spanked me when I tried to walk away from the town when we saw it was being overrun.”

“Glenn!” Maggie said, clearly not approving.

“Again, one swat, not a spanking,” He glared over at Enid and said, “But since you brought it up, this seems like a good time to talk about some rules.”

“Rules?” Enid asked.

“Yeah, rules. I told you, you’re not gonna be on your own anymore. We’re going to be a family, and you’re going to have rules. Rule number one, and the only truly important one, is no leaving Alexandria on your own. If you want to go outside the gates, you tell us about it and we’ll tell you if you’re allowed to go.” He pointed a finger in her direction and added with a stern frown, “And if you do run away again, I will track you down and show you the difference between a swat and a spanking.”

“Glenn.” Maggie’s voice still held disapproval.

He turned his glare to her and said, “Are you seriously going to try and tell me that Hershel never spanked you?”

“Of course not, you know he did, but he’d known me since birth.” She looked over at the teenage girl sitting at her table. “We’re just getting to know Enid. We don’t know what kind of childhood she had, or if her parents ever spanked her.” Turning back to Glenn she put her hand over his on the table. “I’m not opposed to spanking in general, I just think maybe you’re moving a little fast. You and I were secure in the love our parents had for us, so when the occasional spanking happened, it wasn’t traumatic.”

Blushing with shame, Enid muttered, “It wasn’t traumatic.” Her parents had been wonderful and it wasn’t right to lead people to believe otherwise. She glared at Glenn and said, “I’m way too old to get spanked, and I’m not happy about it, but…” she looked down at her plate, “…My parents loved me, and my mom spanked me once.” Looking a bit sheepish she turned her eyes to Glenn again. “I was just hoping Maggie would make you stop.”

Maggie shook her head. “I’m afraid not.”

“But thanks for being honest,” Glenn said with a small smile, and turned to Maggie, “Other rules?”

“In the house before nightfall every night,” she said.

He nodded in agreement, and added another, “Target practice with Maggie three times a week, and hand to hand training with Rosita every day.”

After a short pause, Glenn asked Maggie, “Anything else?”

Enid kept her eyes on her plate and said, “My parents were always big on school. Even after the walkers came, they made me do schoolwork.” She looked over at Glenn and said, “It’s like you said, I’m still here, so…” she shrugged.

Understanding, Glenn smiled, and reached over to gently squeeze her shoulder. “So two hours of practical schoolwork every day to honor your parents. You can learn about things the community needs help with, like farming, irrigation systems, medicine, or first aid.”

“Two hours a day? How about one?” Enid asked.

“How about three?” Glenn replied with his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, all right, two,” she mumbled.

“I’ll bet your parents would be really proud of you right about now,” Maggie said with a smile.

“Thanks,” Enid whispered.

Glenn smiled and thought to himself that his own parents would be pretty proud of him right now, too.


The End


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