Chapter II. Implementation
I had to break this fic up into chapter, cause I have at least two more incidents to tell, and I thought that would be to much text in one page.
(Apologies if I don't have the exact show dialogue written.)
"Booyah!" Daryl crowed, acting more drunk than he was. Everyone at the table was laughing and having a good time, but, most importantly, drinking. Except Glenn.
"Hey, Glenn, come one. Have a drink." Daryl said, a little worried. His plan required that Glenn be off-his-ass drunk, and how would that happen if he wasn't drinking?
"Well, I don't drink." Glenn admitted shamefacedly, to the laughter of the other. Daryl was silent, more than a little crushed. There went his plan.
But he got some unexpected back-up from Rick. "Aw, come on Glenn, a little won't hurt," The defacto leader coaxed. Glenn, smiled, but complied.
"Aw yeah, drink up!" Daryl yelled, "I want to see those little cheeks get red!"
After everybody had taken their showers and gone to bed, Daryl took his chance. He had planned to only play drunk, but his nerves had gotten the better of him and he drank more than he intended. But still, all that liquid courage inside him meant he wouldn't wuss out at the last minute.
He stumbled down the hall and knocked on the door he hoped was Glenn's. "Hey, hey, you in there?" He called as quietly as he could, thinking he should have planned this out a little better.
But he didn't have to wait long. Glenn opened the door, still obviously drunk. "Daryl?" He asked, his voice too loud. "What're you doing here?"
"Shh!" Daryl hushed him, putting his hand over his mouth and hustled him into Glenn's room. For some reason, Glenn thought that was hilarious, and burst out into laughter. "Shut up!" Daryl said, panicked.
Glenn continued to laugh. "It's just... just..." but he couldn't continue.
Daryl sighed. Looked like he was going to have to make the first move here. "I was an idiot." He said over the sound of the younger man's laughter. "I should never have sent you away, or pushed you away, or whatever I did. It's just..." Daryl took a breath. He couldn't stop now. "I really like you. But I'm not a fag. But I still like you, yeah? So I was scared and tried to stop my feelings, but obviously that didn't work, and-" he stopped. It was silent. Glenn had stopped laughing. "What?" Daryl asked, panicked.
Solemn (but not sober, Daryl prayed), Glenn looked up at him. "You see," he said, breathless, pressing up against the other man, "I was laughing because I've wanted you to touch me for so long, and when you did, I thought it was because you wanted to beat the shit out of me!" Daryl stared at him, shocked. He wanted to ask where Glenn had gotten that impression, but realized he didn't need to. Daryl didn't exactly portray himself as a teddy bear.
"And you shouldn't worry so much about being gay, you know?' Glenn continued to mumble, now leaning his head against Daryl's chest. "Cause sexuality is fluid, so that means you don't have to be attracted to just one gender, and you're not necessarily gay if you-" Tired of waiting, Daryl leaned down and shut the Asian up with what seemed the best way: a kiss.
Glenn giggled (God, that sound turned Daryl on), trying to act coy. He was too drunk to do much, however. Daryl, also too drunk to care, laughed right with him and leaned down to shut him up again.
Daryl left early the next morning, fighting a raging hangover and hoping Glenn would be out for at least another couple of hours.