Chapter one
Daryl got up from his couch in his room at the CDC. He heard crying echoing in the hallway. He poked his head out of his door to see what was going on. There he saw Shane was shuffling in the hallway.
"You know who that is?" the man asked his words slurring a bit as he took a swig from the wine bottle he was drinking. Daryl shrugged as he passed the man.
"I'll see who it is, go to bed, you are too drunk to console anyone." Daryl said as he headed to the showers. He walked in the room and he came upon a sad sight. There he was, the Asian kid crying in the shower. Daryl wasn't sure what to do really. He didn't really like the kid all that much, but there he was look all pathetic, crying. He saw the kid slide to the floor, with a sigh he turned off the shower. He didn't want the kid to waste the warm water. He then grabbed one of the nearby towels. When he looked back at the kid he met his eyes.
"What the fuck do you want?" the kid glared as he asked.
" Look, I just wanted to see who was wasting the water." He threw the towel at him. "Now get up, before the others come to see what's up with you."
"What do you care? You don't even like me, much less respect me." Glenn mumbled. The kid was beyond drunk.
"You are right, I don't like you, I don't like anyone in the group, but it don't mean that I don't respect you." Daryl extended his hand. Glenn took it and he helped him up. "Can you walk okay?" he asked, Glenn shook his head.
"No, can you help me to my room?" the kid asked quietly. Daryl sigh and nodded, covering the kid with a fluffy white towel. They started down the hallway.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why were you crying?" Daryl asked. He was curious because he had never seen this kid so upset before. Glenn just stared at the ground.
"For every guy in the group." Glenn said as they entered the kid's room. Daryl gave him a confused look as he helped him sit on the couch.
"What do you mean?" Daryl asked as he grabbed the nearest blanked and he handed it to him.
"I see the looks on their faces, Rick, Shane, T-dogs, Dale's, yours, hell even little Carl's. We all want to scream, cry, show what we are feeling. But in the end we can't. We don't want to make the women scared. So, we swallow the emotions, let it build up, because we need to show that we are strong. But tonight, since we are safe for now, I figured I would be the one to take off the iron mask for every guy and cry their tears for them." Glenn put a hand over his face in embarrassment. "Didn't mean to be so loud, sorry." He laid down on the and pulled the blanket over his head.
Daryl wasn't sure what to think at the moment. He sighed and realized that the kid had a point. None of them had a chance to really take the time to cry. He didn't have a chance to cry for his brother. He got mad, but to really have a chance to spill tears for his missing and possibly dead brother. But then again Daryl wasn't really the type to cry. He headed out but stopped at the doorway to take one last look at the man. No one had ever cried for him before. He guessed not everyone in the group is too bad.
"If it means anything, coming from a guy like me, thanks Glenn, for everything, I mean it." Daryl saw the hand slide off his face and Glenn smiled, tears are welling up in his eyes.
"You ain't bad Dixon, and thanks also."
"For what?"
"For dealing with a drunk like me." Daryl smiled slightly, he's dealt with worst. He turned off the light and shut the door. Daryl felt tears well up in his eyes, but he swallowed it down. Glenn already did the crying for him.