The first time it had happened was weeks ago. Weeks before this Rick Grimes guy came stumbling into camp, acting like some big savior and bossing everyone around.

It had happened by mere accident. Daryl had been out shooting squirrels, granted a little too close to camp, when he misfired at the first sign of movement. Thankfully, his shot had been slightly off, because it barely grazed and missed Glenn's side, ripping a small hole into the Asian's shirt. The hick had heard the man yell out, and when the confrontation between them inevitably happened, Daryl couldn't help but smirk and make a snide remark.

"Come on," Daryl said, resting the cross bow against his shoulder. "It wasn't even that close. You can stop actin' like a damn pussy."

"You almost killed me!" Glenn protested, with his hands still clutching his side, as if he were bleeding profusely. "An inch or two over, you would have!"

"You're actually lucky, little china man. I almost never miss." Daryl brought his hand up, index, middle and thumb fingers forming a gun, and he pointed it at Glenn. He closed one eye and fired the "gun" right at Glenn's head. "Bang."

"In case you haven't noticed, we're on the same side," Glenn retorted, close enough to slap Daryl's hand away from his face. "And why the hell are you shooting that God damned thing so close to camp?"

Daryl advanced on Glenn, getting right in his face for a moment. "And why the hell are you wandering so far from the pack?"

Glenn pushed Daryl away from him. "I had to take a piss. I was on my way back."

"Don't touch me," Daryl warned, keeping his distance for a second, but then allowing his anger to get the best of him. He advanced again, shoving Glenn back. It was a hard push, much harder than the one he had just received.

The Asian man almost fell to the ground, and when he finally regained his balance, he had obviously had enough of Daryl Dixon for the day. For the fucking year for that matter. "Fuck you, Daryl. How about you just do us all a favor and fuck off, for good. No one wants you here. And then you can go back to being a true inbred. Tell me, what is it like butt-fucking your own brother?"

Daryl lunged, absolutely furious, and had Glenn on the ground within a second. He landed one punch, two punches, three punches, before Glenn was able to squirm from out beneath him and crawl away. Daryl reached after him, only to get kicked in the face. He was about to make a second attempt when he remembered that his baby lay abandoned on the ground next to him. He grabbed his crossbow and cocked an arrow into place, ready to shoot.

Glenn heard the familiar sound of Daryl's bow and froze. He rolled to face the hick, blood running down from a contusion on his forehead. Bruising was already beginning to pool under his right eye. He put his hands out in front of him, as if they could stop an arrow. Unfortunately, Glenn had bore witness to the power of Daryl arrows and he knew if he were to be shot, it would be clean, all the way through.

"Daryl!" he said desperately, already feeling the arrow rip through his abdomen, or straight through his eye socket. "Don't! Please, just stop!"

Daryl moved to within a foot of Glenn, bow positioned for the head. "Doubt I'll miss this time."

"Listen, it was a fucked up thing to say," Glenn said, fear almost stopping his words from forming. "I'm sorry. I swear, I'm sorry." His breathing was heavy and for a moment, it was all the movement there was. Just his chest rising and falling hastily.

Daryl watched Glenn's eyes for a moment, his fingers tightening for a brief second against the trigger before eventually letting the bow drop to his side.

Glenn exhaled heavily, closing his eyes. "Jesus Christ," he whispered a couple times. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Daryl sucked at his front teeth, just watching Glenn. "Teach you to mess with me." Eventually Daryl stood, turning his back on the Asian.

A couple minutes went by and nothing was said. Daryl was trying to figure out if his face was swollen from the kick to his jaw, when he heard Glenn give off a slight laugh, barely audible. He turned.

"What?" he asked bluntly.

Glenn looked up like he just realized Daryl was still in the near vicinity. "Oh," he said. "I'm not fucking telling you." He laughed again as he stood from the ground.

"What are you talking about?" Daryl asked.

"It's nothing."

"What are you fuckin' laughin' about?" Daryl asked, anger beginning to resurface.

"Look, it's nothing," Glenn emphasized the last word. "Plus, you are the last person I would ever tell this to." Glenn went to leave, to go back to camp, lucky to be alive and in one piece, when he heard the quickening steps of Daryl coming up behind him.

"Daryl," he began, but then he felt his body spinning around and his back being slammed up against something hard. When he regained his focus, he realized that Daryl had pinned him to a tree. "Fuck, Daryl," he complained.

"You're going to tell me what's so fucking funny," Daryl said, using his forearm against Glenn's chest to pin him to place.

"You don't want to know, trust me. You won't share the humor." Glenn grimaced as Daryl dug his elbow deep into his chest. "Alright, alright!" Glenn caved.

"Yeah? Okay, out with it," Daryl urged.

Glenn opened his mouth, as if he were just about to say it, but then his lips closed again. He shook his head, closing his eyes momentarily. "Ah, fuck it," he said. "I'm turned on. You fucking turned me on."

Daryl broke whatever physical contact there was between them, anger first appearing in his features and then confusion. "What?"

"When we were…" Glenn motioned to where they had just been rolling around and wrestling.

"And why the hell is that funny?" Daryl asked.

"Because," Glenn said. "You on top of me like that…" he paused, as if he were thinking about it. "Was the most action I've gotten in months. I can't help myself…"

Glenn trailed off and Daryl just stared at him, with those intense eyes.

Unexpectedly, Glenn felt a similar feeling as before, that moment before Daryl had jumped him the first time. But this tension wasn't filled with rage, it was filled with something quite different. "Daryl," he said, his voice sounding a little frightened.

"Take your pants off," Daryl said. Dead serious. That intense stare still holding Glenn in place.

"What?"

"I said, take your fucking pants off," Daryl repeated, already working at his pant's zipper.

"Daryl, are you fucking serious?" Glenn asked, but he was working at his pants as well. "Are we actually fucking doing this?"

"Just shut up," Daryl said, grabbing Glenn's arm and practically dragging him into a more covered area. He gripped the sides of Glenn's pants and yanked them down, forcing Glenn to face away from him.

"Get on your knees," Daryl said. "Now."

Glenn obliged, feeling the harsh ground scrap against his bare knees. His placed his hands, palms down, out in front of him. He heard Daryl's jeans fall to his ankles and felt the heat of Daryl body close behind him. Rough, callused fingers wrapped themselves around his hips, guiding his body to where Daryl wished it to be. He heard Daryl spit into his hand and knew that within seconds Daryl was going to insert himself. They were going to be fucking. Him and the full blown hillbilly from southern Georgia, were about to fuck each other.

And without much ease or concern for Glenn, Daryl inserted himself all the way in. One swift movement and Glenn was completely full, feeling both the pain and odd pleasure of the sensation. The Asian grimaced, bowing his head. He slipped the hat from his head and bit down onto it, willing for Daryl to rock back and push into him again.

Daryl thrust, gripping Glenn's hips, helping the Asian to get into his rhythm. Before long, Glenn felt his dick getting harder and harder. It had been so long since he had felt anything close to this kind of contact. And he wanted badly for Daryl to just reach a little further and grip onto his dick, pumping at the same time he thrust into him. But he knew he couldn't ask for such a personal request. His own hand would have to suffice.

This was like prison. They weren't fucking because they loved each other. They weren't fucking because they were attracted to each other. It was merely slim pickings. And they needed a good fuck. It was nothing more.

It didn't take long for either man to get to the brink of climax. Glenn had to admit that the grunts Daryl was making seemed to help his climax significantly, because it ripped through his small frame, causing him to shake violently for moment, still feeling Daryl pump into him. But his contractions must've helped Daryl because it wasn't seconds later that Daryl was releasing himself into Glenn, giving a couple weak, last pumps as he drained himself completely.

And then they both just panted, relaxing a bit. Feeling release again for the first time in a long time. Daryl's hands, probably absentmindedly, ran their way up Glenn's back. His rough fingertips scratching upward and Glenn closed his eyes, trying not to like it so much.

And then there was the snap of a twig. Probably nothing. But they were apart in a split second, with Daryl already zipping his pants back up. Daryl grabbed his crossbow, searching around the grounds for any visible movement.

Glenn figured it was an animal or the wind even, but he knew Daryl was thinking it was the shoddier option – a geek. Or even worse, a witness. Daryl would probably be willing to shoot either of the latter options.

"It's probably nothing," Glenn said.

"Shut the fuck up," Daryl said, disgust clear in his voice.

"Daryl," Glenn said, but the other man wouldn't look at him.

"I said shut up faggot!" Daryl said.

Glenn rolled his eyes; just knowing that word was going to be thrown in his face. "Alright, whatever." He stood and dressed himself. He began to walk away when Daryl stopped him

"Glenn..."

"What?" he asked.

"Breath a single fucking word of this to anyone and I swear to God I will personally skin you alive and feed the chunks of your body to the geeks."

"Got it, Daryl," Glenn said, waving his hand as he continued to walk away. Classic homophobic hillbilly reaction.

"I'm fucking serious, china man!"

"I know."

And that's how the first time happened.