GLENN'S POV:
I sighed and sat on the wooden bench outside Herschel's house.
Why did I have to be so terrible with women? Maggie was way out of my league. Even now, with how few people I had to compete with.
I leaned my head back and listened to the wind blowing across the light blue sky ahead.
Then I heard Daryl and Jojo talking. They were like a couple. But neither of them would admit to themselves that they felt like that about each other. Everyone in the camp knew about them, though. Their levels of flirting were ridiculous, but he somehow managed to always get her to smile, or giggle.
Wait… That's it! I need Daryl's help! I've seen some of the other women eyeing Jojo jealously when she's with Daryl and they follow him with their eyes like hungry dogs. I just needed some help from Daryl.
I jumped up from the table and rushed over to where Jojo was walking off to join the rest of the women who were hanging up wet laundry. Daryl continued walking.
I caught up, but he gave me a weird look. "What do ya wan'?"
I hesitated, a little embarrassed. "Okay, so you seem to be pretty good with women." I said, gesturing to where all the girls were watching him out of the corner of their eyes.
They blushed and looked away when he turned to see what I was pointing out. He looked surprised. So he hadn't noticed.
"And?" he asked impatiently.
"I need some help. With Maggie." I admitted, looking down and wringing my hat in my hands.
Daryl's look of disbelief was almost funny. "Yer askin' me fer advice on women?"
I nodded.
He laughed and gestured for me to follow him as he walked off toward the bench I had been sitting at before. I sat down, as far from him as possible in case he remembered that he hated me.
"All ya need is the right pickup line," he explained, watching Jojo as she started wiping her wet hands off on her jeans.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He gave me an impatient look and as Jojo was walking by, he whispered, "Watch and learn." Then, he called out to her, "Hey, Jojo!"
She turned around. "Yeah?"
"You dropped something'."
She looked around on the ground for a second then looked back up at him. "What?"
"My jaw."
She blushed and shook her head, walking away with the rest of the girls who glared at Jojo.
"Like that," Daryl said, oblivious to the looks of longing all the women were casting him.
I nodded. "Okay, yeah."
Daryl nodded. "Now you try."
I nodded, trying to think of something clever. I cleared my throat, having picked something up. "Excuse me, but you have a beep on your nose."
Daryl gave me a confused look. "What?"
I reached up hesitantly and squeezed his nose. "Beep." My voice cracked with nervousness.
Daryl glared at me steadily. "That was th' worst goddamn pickup line I have ever heard." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "We gotta lota work to do."