Jesus X Reader

Comfort me

2 weeks. 14 days and 30 minutes since I witnessed Glenn's death to be exact. I should be grateful it wasn't me, or less pained then Maggie considering she lost a husband and her baby's father but no. I can't. I wish it was me. Oh how I wish Daryl would just sit the fuck down and accept what was happening. I want to fucking hate him, but I can't even do that. Because I wanted to do the same. But I didn't. I knew what would happen. I'm confused, I'm lost, I'm alone and I'm scared. Glenn was my last hope. My last living thing keeping me going and I sat and watched as he had his head get beaten by a bat. It fucking hurts. I feel sick, physically sick. Any food I try to eat just comes back up.

Jesus heard about what had happened, but I still haven't seen him since. Rick drove to their group and immediately found a spare bedroom and hidden away in it. Rick knew where I was and that's all that mattered. He knew I was safe. Jesus thought I was back at home because he hadn't seen me but then he heard Rick mentioning my sleeping and eating pattern to the group. Basically expressing how concerned he was. Then Jesus went looking for me.

His face when he opened that door and saw me sitting on the floor at the bottom of the bed, holding my knees to my chin as my eyes were puffy and red. Snot dripped from my nose along with my tears. It isn't even snot anymore, it's just clear gooey liquid. He sat beside me. Not saying anything. He knew he could never replace Glenn and that only Glenn's words would work right now, but he couldn't be here to say them.

"Please take away the pain" I whimper.

I hear him take a breath in, stopping himself from breaking down himself. Just seeing me cry and so hurt made it so painful for him. He just wanted to take it all away.

"Tell me how you're feeling so I can help you, y/n"

What I was feeling? I was feeling aches. Not physically but mentally. I felt fatigued from all the crying. I felt numb from all the emotional scarring. I just felt weak. All my fighting, motivation and cockyness died with Glenn. And I'm not sure if I want them back without him.

-"I don't know. Part of me wants to sleep and never wake up but the other part wants to fucking slap myself because I'm being weak. He's gone. He's actually gone and I didn't fight for him. I just watched each swing killing him. Paul, I can't. It's hurts too much. I want my best friend back. Please bring him back. Pl-please"

His hug got tighter and tighter through every sob that escaped my lips. He picked me up and cradled me on the bed. Whispering happy moments we all had so far, telling me stories from his childhood and just doing his best to calm my mind. It worked. His voice soothed me and I managed to get some proper sleep for the first since the event.

I woke up to his beard tickling my neck. Jesus had falled asleep with his head deep into my shoulder, his lips on my cheek. I didn't move, just played with his long hair. Appreciating this moment and for a moment I forgot about all the heart ache. He was my cure.

"Thank you" I whisper.

"Anytime, sweetheart" he replied in a sleepy tone.