Disclaimer: A nod to the genius Robert Kirkman for creating this wonderfully dark, post-apocalyptic world. I do not own or have rights to any of the characters/plot of this series. I'm simply a fan indulging in my post-apocalyptic fantasies.

A/N: So this little series is inspired by the queen conquers (dastardlydame) story Secrets (Give You Indigestion). I listed my story suggestions from her at the bottom of For the Ones You Change chapter 20. She had an adorable snippet between Daryl and Glenn and it got me to thinking…those two would have a lot more to do with each other dating Beth and Maggie. So…these fun little diddies will be posted sporadically. If you have a scenario you'd like to suggest, just pm me or leave it in the review! There's no definitive timeline (as stated in the synopsis) so I'm not constrained to keeping anything canon-wise. Just post-apocalyptic scenarios! Beth and Maggie will be featured in the chapters as well, but it's mainly going to focus on secret rendezvous between the guys about the girls they're with and helping each other survive dating in the apocalypse! These are just for fun so I hope you enjoy!

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When She's Mad

"So how mad are we talking? Like buy her flowers mad? Or take her out on an expensive date and name a star after her?" Glenn asked from where they sat in the guard tower.

"She ain't talked to me in two fuckin' days," Daryl grumbled; unfazed by Glenn's impossible scenarios considering the world as it was.

"Man…that blows," Glenn let out a long sigh, "What'd you do?"

"Hell if I know," Daryl's eyes cut from Glenn back to the woods in front of them.

"Want me to see if Maggie knows?" Glenn inquired quietly.

"Beth'll be pissed if she finds out you're meddlin'," Daryl huffed.

"No way! She won't even find out. I'll be real cool about it. Just casually bring up something about noticing the tension between you two," Glenn waved him off.

Daryl eyed him warily, "Do whatcha' want."

It was the closest he would get to Daryl asking for help, but Glenn would take it nonetheless. They were in this together now, him and Daryl, as they shared a common life-choice; being involved with Maggie and Beth.

"Hey," Glenn said as he entered the cell they shared.

"Hi," Maggie replied as she greeted him with a kiss.

"How was your day?" Glenn asked after parting lips.

"It was alright. Beth was in a really bad mood, but other than that, things were fine," Maggie answered him while shrugging out of her dirty clothes.

Glenn smiled inwardly, realizing she had given him the perfect opportunity to jump into subtly prying the necessary information for Daryl.

"Oh yeah? Somethin' happen with Daryl? Those two have been kinda' tense the past day or so," he questioned casually while sitting on the bed and removing his shoes.

"Yeah. I managed t'get her t'tell me a little bit. Somethin' about what he did," Maggie replied vaguely.

He knew he couldn't ask without seeming overly interested, but she hadn't given him enough material to work with.

"Daryl can be a jerk, but I thought Beth would be used to that by now. What'd he do to make her so mad?" He prayed he sounded nonchalant.

"I think it was more 'ah what he didn't say that has her upset. She wasn't in tha' mood to give me details. I think it happened in front of Sasha though," Maggie shrugged her bare shoulders, "Enough about them. We haven't had time t'ourselves in a while. Why don't you and I spend it gettin'…reacquainted?"

From her coy expression, to the sultry tone, and her overall lack of attire, Glenn couldn't find any reason in the world to say no. He made a mental note to catch up with Sasha tomorrow before seeking out Daryl. Then his mind was filled with soft skin, tender kisses, and the sound of Maggie's laugh when his fingers brushed across her bare skin.

"You got a minute?" Glenn asked; jogging up to Sasha as she speared the walkers along the fence.

"If you grab that tire iron and help out, I do," Sasha raised an eyebrow as she stabbed another walker.

"It's a…uh, nice day huh?" Glenn smiled nervously when Sasha continued to stare at him.

He had intended to play it smooth. Ask her about her post-apocalyptic life, how things were going with Bob, the usual small talk that one uses before broaching the important issue. Sasha, however, had never been one for small talk.

"What d'you want Glenn?" Thrusting the fireplace poker through the fence with extra emphasis as she stated her question.

"Well…you see," Glenn shoved the tire iron through the eye socket of a walker whose decomposition made gender identification impossible, "I've noticed some tension between Beth and Daryl. Maggie said you were there when whatever it was that happened…happened."

"Uh huh," she took a step away from the fence and placed her free hand on her hip, "They know you're meddlin'?"

"Me? Meddling? Never," Glenn scoffed with a smile. After a few moments of Sasha's intense stare, he faltered, "Okay so Daryl told me to do whatever, but Beth has no idea. I'm just tryin' to help."

Sasha's lips puckered as she mulled over Glenn's declaration, "I'm only lettin' you know because I feel sorry for his dumbass. I don't even think he realizes how bad he messed up."

"He has no idea," Glenn confirmed.

Sasha shook her head, looking toward the ground, as a soft laugh escaped her lips, "Dummy made the mistake of hesitating."

Glenn furrowed his brows, not quite clear what Sasha meant.

She sighed, "She looked like she took some effort in her appearance, all things considered, and she asked him what he thought. He jus' stared at her. Next thing I know, Beth is stomping past me mumbling something about Daryl being an 'insufferable man.'"

Glenn face palmed.

It was natural for someone to take a lack of response as the person had nothing nice to say. They had all long since given up on worrying about their looks, but that didn't mean a girl still wasn't a girl at heart. If Beth had tried to look nice for Daryl and Daryl failed to make an appropriate response…scratch that…make any sort of response, Glenn could understand why her feelings might be a little hurt.

"Thanks Sasha," Glenn groaned.

They continued clearing the fence in comfortable silence. He would find Daryl when it was his shift at the guard tower so they could discuss their issue in relative privacy. Daryl definitely still had a thing or two to learn about dating, in general, much less a Greene.

"You mean t'tell me she's mad at me for not knowin' what t'say?" Daryl's rough voice held and incredulous edge.

"No, no. I mean she's mad at you for not sayin' anything," Glenn clarified.

Daryl's shoulders dropped as he took in what Glenn had said, "She knows I ain't one for talkin'."

"We all know your prowess in articulation is severely lacking my friend, but just tell her what you told me and it'll make her happy," Glenn pat his on the shoulder while he tried to explain, "When you've got a girl…when they do things just for you, you have to say something."

"I know that," Daryl snapped, "It's jus'…she looked nice. I never seen 'er with her hair down before."

Glenn couldn't stop the cheesy smile that found its way across his face.

"Shut up," Daryl grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Dude…you are so far gone," Glenn laughed, scrambling out of the tower before Daryl could land a blow.

Having safely reached the bottom of the stairs, Glenn dusted his hands off with a satisfied grin. He knew Daryl would seek out Beth when his shift was over. He would spend the rest of his time on watch figuring out exactly what to say. He wouldn't apologize outright, because Daryl didn't make apologies, but he would fumble his way through something similar and by dinner time, Daryl and Beth would be sitting together eating dinner, as per the norm.

Daryl may have a long way to go, but Glenn had some experience in dating a Greene. He would be sure to help his hopeless friend along the way.

A/N: Next chapter will be a continuation in Daryl's POV. Hope you guys enjoyed these! They're much lighter paced and just fun to write!