A/N: Hi! This isn't my first fanfic, but it's the first one here, and the first one in a long time, so please bear with me because I'm a little rusty. Tips and constructive criticism welcome and appreciated :)

I thought this song fit Daryl pretty well, though it doesnt really shine through in the first chapter. I hope my creativity can hold up to my own expectations as well as yours.

I do not own The Walking Dead, nor do I own Imagine Dragons or any of their songs. Be a lot cooler if I did though :P

Oh, rated M for smut... enjoy ;)

Glenn nibbles at his lip, timidly wandering the woods and making sure the area is clear of walkers before positioning himself beneath a shaded tree, further disguising himself in the dark forest. He is barely situated before he starts clawing at his own zipper, his manhood still perked up over the thought of.. "Mmh.."

He'd been attracted to the brown-haired male since he and his brother joined the group, his heart skipped a beat every time that rough voice spoke to him. Even if Daryl was calling him a Chink, Glenn felt like he could grow to love the term, especially if he would use it while plowing him in the "Ah..!"

Glenn sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, struggling to stay contained as he frees his cock from his underwear, the solid flesh bumping against his lower stomach with each harsher-growing breath. Glenn wastes no time in wrapping dirty fingers around himself, stroking feverishly up and down. The image was still vivid in his mind...

Glenn flitted through the woods, headed for the pond they got their water from and bathed in. It was kinda gross, but they don't sell it in bottles anymore. Over halfway there, the boy's ears perk up to the sound of splashing to his left. Had... had he gone the wrong way? Glenn shook his head, feeling like a crazy person despite the trail leading towards what he thought was the pond, turns and walks in the direction of the noise.

Becoming aware that this truly wasn't the direction he needed to be going, Glenn continued. He lays a hand over his pistol, preparing to find a walker stuck in the mud, but that's not what he finds. His mouth gapes open from the edge of the woods as he watches Daryl rub water-filled hands over his naked body. Because of the children, people were only allowed to strip down to their underwear when bathing in the pond. Daryl always had a way of weaving around the rules.

Daryl had found a small body of water, any smaller and it could be classified as a puddle, but it was his and he could properly wash his junk in it. The older male runs his wet hands over his chest, under his arms and down his stomach.

A breath catches in Glenn's throat as Daryl moves down to his cock, strong hands washing sweat and blood that had soaked through his pants away, a faint mew of relaxation escaping the older males lips.

Glenn swallows, moving himself behind a tree so he wouldn't be spotted. He'd never even seen the man without pants on, the few times he had seen the southerner bathe in the pond he had been waist-deep in water and generally stayed behind the large rocks that littered the area. Therefore, this was an absolute treat for the younger male to come across, and he wasn't averting his eyes until he absolutely had to.

"My god," Glenn moans quietly, ignoring his stalker-like tendencies and tightening his grip on himself as he strokes faster. Maybe it was the moist leaves dampening the back of his pants, the fear of being caught, or the simple fact that he'd never "acted" on his feelings before and it felt wrong, but the familiar burn in the pit of his stomach was growing at an agonizingly slow pace. He had come too far to stop now, though.

"Stupid kid." Daryl murmured to himself, searching through the trees around the camp, eyes fixed looking for the Asian male. Because he knew the woods so well, he had been volunteered to find the younger man when the women claimed that he'd been gone for too long. Daryl peers through the trees, seeing a clear cut that held a single tree in the center of it. He moves towards it, seeing no harm in marking a good place to hunt deer while also looking for the missing camp member.

"F-fuck me.."

Daryl fixes his eyes on the tree he had almost reached, not sure what he had just heard. He pulls his crossbow up where it could be used quickly if needed, and cautiously makes his way up to the base of the tree. It sounded like a walker, moans and sighs coming from the other side of the large tree, but there were also broken words rising into the warm Georgia air. It couldn't be a walker, it was a person. Or at least he prayed to god it was a person, and these monster's weren't evolving.

Daryl slowly lurks around the tree's trunk, having to force back a snort when he sees the writhing, sweat-covered boy sitting there, eyes closed and completely unaware of the world around him. The southern man slacks his arms, allowing his weapon to drop as he turns to leave.

"Hahh," Glenn huffs, his peak coming up on him quickly as his memory twisted to fantasy. "D-Daryl!"

Daryl raises his eyebrows in surprise and turns on his heel, laying his crossbow down and grabbing the top of Glenn's silky, black hair as he pulls his head back to look him in the eyes. "What are you saying my name for, boy?"

Glenn comes-to with a yelp, nearly jumping out of his skin and quickly clambering backwards in an attempt to disappear into the tree he was resting against. "I'm-I'm sorry Daryl I was j-just-!"

Daryl silences him by pressing a boot into the younger male's aching manhood, sneering when Glenn nearly loses it there and then. The boy's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands.. like he wanted nothing more than to grab his heavy boot and root against it like a hog until he got his "truffle", but was too scared of being clocked to act on it. "Shit, kid, chill out."

Daryl watches Glenn's eyes as they focus nervously on the older male, he couldn't tell if the tears rimming his dark eyes were from fear, embarrassment or sheer frustration, but he went ahead and assumed it was a mixture of all three. "Well, I am the one who interrupted you, so I guess I owe you."

Glenn's wide eyes watch Daryl remove his foot from his throbbing member and drop to his knees, pulling his green wife-beater over his head and hovering his naked chest over the Asian's lap. Glenn could barely control his breathing, rough and fast in and out of his mouth.

Daryl smirks softly, he could tell the kid was near the end of his rope, he hasn't even touched him yet and the boy already looked like he was about to pop. Daryl grabs Glenn's hips and snatches his body down to where he's laying flat on the warm ground. He moves down the trembling man's body, breathing warm air over his red, angry cock before taking his heated head into his mouth. He smiles at the initial yelp of pleasure he gets out of the boy.

Glenn gulps, beads of sweat building in his brow. It has been so long since he has been touched by someone other than himself, and the sudden sensation was enough to drive someone mad. "Hahh!" He huffs in pleasure as Daryl takes the rest of him into his mouth, the older male rolling his tongue over the younger's pulsing head. "Sto- I can't- oh my go-"

Daryl smirks as the Asian man beneath him struggles to string sentences together, pants and whimpers interrupting him. He watches Glenn start raking at the ground, trying to find leverage to buck for more friction, but the larger male has his hips pinned. Daryl rolls his tongue over his weeping head one more time before quickly bobbing his head up and down Glenn's length.

Glenn's breath hitches, his head rolling back with his eyes, scrubbing dirt and leaves into his soft, black strands of hair. His hands scramble to grab fist fulls of brown hair, a shriek falling from his lips.

Glenn calls out, jarring himself awake before he can reach his peak. He lets out a huff of frustration as he relaxes into his sleeping bag, his body liked to do this to him. Get him worked up while he sleeps, then when it's too late to finish himself off, wake him up.

The dark eyed man sighs and sits up, his erection poking him in the stomach. Tilting his head in confusion, he notices that his pants were undone and his cock had been pulled out of his... Oh, shit.

Very, very cautiously, Glenn unzips his tent and peers out. The only people in the camp were Dale, who was on top of the RV keeping watch, and Daryl, who had been intently watching the Asian's tent since he woke up a few hours earlier.

"How's that black eye doing, kid?" Daryl asks low enough for Dale not to hear. "I didn't mean to knock you out completely, but you started humping my boot and I reacted out of reflex. When I popped your eye, the back of your head smacked into the tree and it knocked you out."

"I'm so sorry," Glenn says, a pretty blush over-taking his face. "I can get... really deep... when I fantasize. Well, I mean, I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be doing that there's something wrong with me if you want to punch me in the other eye I wouldn't blame you I mean what kind of freak does th-?"

"Shut up, Glenn. It's not a huge deal." Daryl says, crouching down to meet Glenn's gaze and inspect the swollen flesh around his eye. "I have to say, though, for such a timid little fuck you don't hold back with that set of lungs, do you?"

Glenn's blush burns deeper into his face as he clears his throat softly. "I.. can't."

Daryl snorted, pushing the boy's head down to look at the back of his head, deeming him okay. "I'll keep that in mind."

Glenn gives the older male a puzzled look, the ache between his thighs pulsing when Daryl winks at him, stands up, and walks away.