A/N I've lost all inspiration for my last story, so I figured I'd make a oneshot to see if I couldn't get some inspiration pumping. This story, however, just kept going, and going, and going until I deemed it too long for one chapter. I have 2 or 3 more chapters of this ready to post, and if y'all want me to continue after the smut fest ends I will :)

I'm going off of what Norman Reedus said he wanted Daryl's character to be :)

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Glenn walks timidly over dead leaves and twigs, already having been scalded twice by Daryl for walking too loudly, but it was hard to focus on anything but... Daryl's ass. The way his jeans moved and stretched along his body, careful movements from the older male causing the fabric to tighten and loosen at different rates. Fuck...

Glenn was surprised at how easy it was to get alone with the man, all he had to do was claim he wanted to learn how to hunt, and since Daryl was the best shot and knew the best hunting places, he wanted the brunet to be the one to teach him. Turns out people nowadays don't ask questions when you offer to help feed them.

This, however, was not a hunting trip, he knew how to fucking hunt. This was a test. He'd been sizing up the southerner since the CDC, without his brother there to influence him Daryl had become, dare he say it, sweet. His own version of awkward, sensitive, stone-faced-emotions sweet. Glenn had held back his feelings for the safety of the group, Daryl, and himself, but now that they had found a "safe haven" at the Greene farm, he was going to test the waters.

Daryl had been meeting his gazes for a while, an awkward smile followed by the back of his head being the most Glenn had gotten out of the older male. He didn't doubt for a second Daryl liked him back, but because of the way he was raised and their current situation, it just wasn't something that could be easily brought up, but now seemed like a perfect time...

"Hey, Daryl?"

"Shh." Daryl hushes, looking back at Glenn and placing a dirty finger over his own lips. Daryl removes his finger and uses it to point at the brush he'd been focused on.

Glenn follows Daryl's finger, seeing a big, fat possum waddle out. He couldn't be serious. The younger male's disgust must have been obvious, because the older male sent him a "don't puss out now" glare and stepped to the side, surprisingly graceful for his size. Glenn huffs silently and aims his rifle at the nappy-haired creature, squeezing the trigger and watching the small animal's head explode onto the bush it now lay dead beside.

"Damn," Daryl murmurs, blinking at the animal before turning his gaze to Glenn. "The fuck do ya want me to teach ya, kid? How to miss yer target?"

Glenn grins as Daryl moves to retrieve the possum, overjoyed that the southerner thought he was a good shot. His father made him learn to shoot, and he was a touch of a tiger parent, so he made him do it right, claiming it would be useful one day. Glenn smiles warmly at the memory of his father being protective, happy that he'd been right.

The two press on, going deeper into the woods and plinking small woodland creatures as they went. Glenn nibbles his lip, Daryl's pants had ridden down to show red, plaid boxers. The waistband of the garment is darker than the rest, damp with sweat, stained with dirt. He needs to take them off, let Carol wash them. That reminds him... "Daryl?"

Daryl looks back at the Asian male, a scowl on his face. "What?"

Glenn looks down, all the confidence he once had blowing away with one cross glance. "Nothing, sorry.."

Daryl sighs softly, looking around for walkers before slinging his crossbow over his shoulder. "No, I jus' get caught up in thought when I hunt. What d'ya need?"

Glenn nods, scanning Daryl's eyes for any emotion he could find. Nothing. The brunet was extremely good at hiding how he felt, making it hard for Glenn to map out his next move. He supposed it was for everyone's benefit, though. Aside from when Merle was left on the roof in Atlanta, the older male was the only one who hadn't either had a melt down or had too many emotional issues to be as functioning as he is. He knew Daryl had a past, not a pretty one, and he still managed to keep it together and not get caught up in the group drama that seemed to be constant.

Glenn tilts his head a little as an expression finally comes onto Daryl's face; confusion. His eyebrows furrow, but only enough to indicate that he's focusing harder on the Asian male. He bites the inside of his lips, only pursing his lips partially. He's so... refined. It's an odd thing to to define the southerner as, but that's the way Glenn sees him. An angry, confused, startled version of refined.

He never wants to draw attention to himself, opting to hold back how he feels to keep things moving easy. Even now, away from everyone and alone in the woods, Glenn was sure Daryl would have liked to yell at him, tell him he was being a dumbass and trying to turn them into walker-bait, but he held his tongue and waited for as long as he could for the younger of the two to respond. He's so, fucking, sweet...

"Glenn, what do yo-" Daryl starts, almost hissing the words at Glenn, who'd drifted away in thought several long seconds ago. The glaze that covered his eyes vanished and the boy's eyes focused on his, a glint of something the southerner couldn't pinpoint in his gaze.

Glenn grabs Daryl by the nape of his neck, pulling him down to press a kiss into his lips. The older male startles beneath the touch, but makes no move to get away or beat the shit out of the shorter male. Glenn continues as he cautiously runs his hand up the back of Daryl's neck into his hair, his other hand finding its way onto his hip.

Daryl swallows, his resolve slipping away before he even had a prayer of grasping it. He rewards Glenn's efforts by returning the kiss gingerly, placing both hands on either of Glenn's hips, his weapon falling into the crook of his elbow with a shuffling thunk.

Glenn presses flush against the older male, surprised to feel that a stiff bulge had already begun to form in Daryl's jeans. Feeling more confident, the Asian male threads his fingers into the waistband of Daryl's underwear, teasing the sensitive skin of his hip bone.

A choked mew echoes from Daryl's throat as thin hips begin to buck into his own. He moves his fingers under the hem of Glenn's shirt, tracing smooth skin as another whir escapes his lips.

Glenn gasps as Daryl snatches the back of his shirt, almost sending the younger male onto his ass. Daryl must have been quite the lady's man before this shit started, because he was really good at this, able to be concentrating on removing clothes even while mouth-fucking him, one hand removing clothes and the other two kneading.. his.. hips...

Oh, fuck. "D-Daryl!" Glenn sputters as he shoves forward fearfully, knocking Daryl onto his back as he falls on top of him. Glenn rolls off of the southerner and watches as he loads his crossbow, using his feet for leverage and shooting the walker that was once grasping Glenn's shirt in the head, not missing a beat.

Daryl purses his lips, dipping his tongue between them before sending Glenn a stern look. "Shit like that's why I wanted us ta keep moving. Get yer gun and let's go." Daryl snarls as he stands up and stalks forward, drawing his weapon to where he can shoot when he hears stirring in the bushes a few yards away.

Glenn nods sheepishly to nobody, Daryl already having walked away as he grabs his shotgun and quietly traipses up behind the older male. He felt like a complete idiot, but would be lying if he said he regret what he did. He couldn't get over the feeling of the older male through his jeans, his rough, chewed lips, the sound of those shallow, almost begging breaths... Mnn...

A few hours later the two get back to camp, several squirrels, rabbits and possums adorning Daryl's... dead-animal-string-thing, the headless ones being Glenn's. All-in-all, things had went well, but Daryl had become sullen, barely looking at the Asian male, let alone talking to him. Glenn hadn't heard that rough-yet-gentle voice since they shared their kiss, and he knew he'd gone too far.

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Glenn lays in his tent, starring through the mesh window at the starless sky. It was cloudy and the air was laced with the smell of rain, droplets of water tapping against his tent. Everyone else had gone to bed, it was peaceful. Glenn would be out like a light if he weren't so worried about how the brunet on the other side of camp felt, he really hadn't meant to make him angry or uncomfortable, but he was just being selfish and attending to his own feelings... "I need to apologize." Glenn murmurs quietly to himself, sitting up and pulling a pair of pants on, the humid Georgia air making it nearly impossible to sleep in clothing.

Glenn quietly slinks across camp as the bottom falls out, rain hitting the ground forcefully making Glenn's footsteps silent in comparison. He opens the zipper to Daryl's tent and slips in quickly, not expecting to see what he does.

Daryl is on his back with his legs bent, bridging his back slightly as he strokes himself under blankets. His eyes are closed, the rain and his own light mews causing him not to notice that the younger male had entered his tent. "Gle- hahh.."

"Oh, shit!" Glenn curses quietly out of shock, looking down as Daryl shoots him an angry, startled glare.

Daryl sits up and clears his throat, keeping his legs cocked to hide the tent his erection was causing. "Dammit Glenn, what!?" He said harshly, but keeping his voice quiet.

Glenn nibbles his lip, the image of Daryl touching himself burned into his brain. It was literally the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, and he had to see more. Daryl had kissed back the first time, right? Before he could even hope to stop himself, Glenn shoves forward and crushes his lips against Daryl's. Glenn finds himself between the older male's cocked knees, so he pushed down to successfully put Daryl on his back again and to connect their hips despite the blanket and Glenn's pants between them.

Daryl gasps as his arousal is squeezed between Glenn and himself, his own belly hair teasing his head in time with his nearly frantic breaths. This kid's going to kill him if he's not careful... Daryl matches the younger male's lip movements, sweat building in his brow as Glenn's hips begin to rustle against his, the friction causing a rattled moan to flood into the Asian's mouth.

Glenn can't help but smile into their kiss as the southerner begins to utter high-pitched whimpers into the rain-muted air. It was fucking gorgeous. Craving more positive feedback, Glenn jars his hips faster and moves his mouth across Daryl's cheek, nibbling his ear before settling on his neck. All he had to go by were marks on the older male's wrist and fingers of his left hand, but Glenn knew he would enjoy the reaction he was about to receive.

Daryl nearly screams as sharp teeth sink into his neck, sweet pain shooting through his body and making its way to the heat growing in his lower belly. Eager hips buck involuntarily and he grips Glenn's waist tightly, a harsh grunt followed by a huff of warm air rushes through his lips before all the color sinks from his face.

Glenn halts his movements and tilts his head slightly when Daryl falls completely silent, watching the older male stare sullenly at the younger's chest, his ghostly-white skin heating up to a gorgeous rosy shade. Honestly, Glenn was just happy that the older male was showing some sort of emotion other than mildly aggravated, even if the death grip Daryl had just put on his waist had blood pooling in the small gashes. Out of breath himself, Glenn pants out softly, "What's wrong?"

Daryl nibbles his swollen lips while staring daggers into Glenn's chest, hoping to kill the younger male with his eyes to avoid having to discuss his own short comings. No pun intended. "Get out."

Glenn's eyes widen when he makes out tears slipping down Daryl's face, ripping little holes in his heart as they reach the brunet's ears. It's then that he notices the wet heat seeping into his sleep pants, and then the sudden outburst paired with his current state clicked in Glenn's brain. "Oh, Daryl, it's not a big deal at a-"

"I said get out," Daryl repeats, his voice would have come off demonic had it not been cracked by a soft sob. "Now!" The southerner lays back as Glenn stumbles out, draping an arm over his eyes, tears building in the crook of his elbow as his blush burns into the back of his throat, down his neck and shoulders. He couldn't believe he had that little restraint, and he'd pushed Glenn away so harshly. Again.

He was already pretty close to his end when Glenn got there, and he hadn't touched himself for a long time before this... Who was he kidding? The chink's name had been on his lips every night since the first time the kid smiled at him, and he'd only just got started when the black haired male entered the tent. He had waited for the rain to start pouring good, more comfortable doing his business while muted by the rain instead of in the quiet, Georgia air, so he didn't hear Glenn coming. Any other day he could hear the boy rolling in his tent, whimpers of a nightmare or a wet dream detected only by his trained ears...

Nope, he had no excuses, he was simply really... really inexperienced. Most of his life had been spent either hiding from a physically abusive father or trying to protect himself against a mentally abusive brother, both of them insisting that nobody, male or female, would ever want to so much as lay a hand on him. He'd always assumed they were right, choosing to hunt and camp out by himself while his brother got all the women. Occasionally in their older years, Merle would offer to find Daryl a piece of ass with the threat that his nuts would fall off if they got too heavy, but the younger of the two brothers would always lie, saying he got more action than Merle would want to hear about. That he would be ashamed to hear how many women he'd sent home before the sun had even rose.

Daryl huffs a pained laugh, he supposed Merle probably would be ashamed, seeing as he'd never been given so much as a hand job. Glenn had just given him the most sexual contact another person had ever allowed him to experience, those few dry humps causing the little bit of stamina he thought he'd built to melt away, those few seconds of friction being able to turn him into a babbling idiot. Yeah, Merle would be ashamed, his little brother getting his first orgasm from another person when he's 37, being dry humped by a man. A Korean man.

It was nice, though. Those precise little hips moving against him, teasing him with muted contact. Those eyes, full of lust themselves, like the kid was really enjoying dry humping like a couple of 12 year olds. Those lips.. Damn, those evil lips.

Daryl moves his arm off of his face, placing an open palm over the moist sheets that housed his member, already erect again recalling how Glenn had made him feel only minutes ago. Daryl closes his eyes and presses his hips up, imagining Glenn between his legs again in his red sleep pants that barely clung to his hips. The Asian male had been sporting an erection of his own, the very tip of his head poking out of the brim of his pants, black tufts of hair peaking over the top of the fabric as well, teasing the heated skin. Red, pulsing, wet with precum...

Daryl found himself writhing on the ground, back arched, breaths harsh, hips bucking desperately into what he'd convinced himself was Glenn's equally enraged organ. He felt the familiar chill running up his spine, threatening to shove him over the edge. "Glenn... Please... Fa-faster!"

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Glenn paces around camp, thinking hard about what he should do. He could forget going to sleep, so that was out of the question. He shouldn't have left in the first place, he should have stayed and tried to comfort the older male even if it earned him a black eye. He had to prove he'd be there for him no matter what, that he wasn't just there for a good fuck. He wanted Daryl to be able to cry on his shoulder, he wanted to make the older male happy. Giving him some help with building his stamina was just a perk... That tears it. He's going back in there, and he's going to hold Daryl tightly against his chest and comfort him and make the tears go away and he's not going to do anything sexual.

Glenn turns on his heel and marches back to Daryl's tent, mud squelching beneath his feet as he quickly pulls the zipper open and shoves the upper half of his body inside. Dammit, he walked in on him masturbating. Again. This time though, those crystal blue eyes look at him not with anger and fear, but lust and pleasure. It would have sent the boy to his knees had he not already been on them, mud covering his shins and feet. Fuck, this redneck made it hard to focus...

"Glenn..." Daryl said breathlessly, begging the younger male with his eyes to come take over the situation as he had before. He didn't have to wait for long before Glenn grabbed the hand he'd just been bucking into, and whimper of loss escaping his mouth before he's pulled from the tent. Glenn drags them along with purpose, walking in the direction of the creek near the Greene farm. "Where are we going?"

"To the creek." Glenn said simply, not letting go of Daryl's hand but loosening his grip. He wanted to appear assertive so Daryl wouldn't feel any pressure to be the "man" in this situation, but he didn't want the southerner to feel like he had to do anything, either.

"Why?" Daryl said gruffly, as if the trip were about to make him lose his nerve.

Glenn stops and turns to meet the older male's gaze, a devilish smirk creeping onto his face. "Because we're about to get absolutely filthy." Glenn nibbles his lips softy, his smirk fading. "I mean, if you want to..."