God, this- THIS is the meaning of life right here. How could he have gone this long without this in his mouth? Glenn moaned loudly, his eyes closing shut as he held them tight in both hands, savoring the taste in his mouth.

"Jesus, kid, have a little control will ya?" Daryl winced, blushing slightly at the sight of Glenn as he worked his mouth feverishly. The redneck had to turn away from embarrassing sight. Rick just grinned.

Glenn looked up at him. "Guys, you don't even know. I haven't had any since this whole mess happened." Glenn looked back down lovingly at the cold popsicles in his hands before sticking one back in his mouth. "Oh god, I love this," he moaned around the tasty treat.

Daryl cursed quietly at Rick's earlier finding of the small battery-powered freezer in a back office of the warehouse they were hunting for supplies in. Glenn jumped at the discovery and practically squealed at excitement at the box filled with popsicles. Grape, banana, cherry, orange, you name it. Glenn grabbed instantly grabbed the first two his hands could reach and shoved both in his mouth with no shame.

Rick chuckled, "Looks like there's plenty in there for everyone." He stretched, getting ready to carry the freezer back to camp.

Glenn smiled, face filled with satisfaction. "Mmm, cannot wait for more..." Daryl groaned. He had a feeling that, until the popsicles were all gone, he was going to be more than a little bit...frustrated.