A/N:

So, can I tell you what a wonderful surprise it was, waking up to so many sweet reviews? :D ~ Thank you all SO very much, it means a lot. One question...does anyone know exactly how old everyone is? I tried finding it online, but apparently I am not the Google master.

And you know the drill, I do not own the Walking Dead, just borrowing them.

The ride back to the army base was understandably tense. The mysterious young woman had agreed (non verbally) to go with them. Not that she really had many options...it was either die or follow the group of strangers, as far as Glenn could see. Really though, he couldn't have imagined any of them just leaving her there. Had she lingered on that wall a moment later, Glenn just might have thrown her over his shoulder and carried her out, consequences be damned. He'd take a harsh kick to the gut if that meant he got to save a damsel in distress. He was never able to do that before...unless you count when he helped Rick out of that tank. But he didn't really figure that Rick wanted to be thought of as a damsel anyway...

He kept looking at her. Not staring - just glancing. He couldn't help it, she was just so...distracting. He should've been watching the road, looking for signs of Walkers, anything out of that ordinary. And he tried...but she just kept grabbing his attention. It was the little things she was doing, probably without even thinking about it. She would sigh just slightly every once in a while, Glenn could barely even hear it, but it was the way her shoulders and chest moved...That wasn't weird to notice. The inside of the truck was cramped. He would've noticed if Daryl was breathing funny, too. And then there was the few times he would see her try to move her wounded ankle, only to wince and cease the action. He wished she would stop it...he wasn't a doctor, but he was pretty sure she shouldn't be moving it like that. That's when Glenn really started to worry...they didn't have an actual doctor in the group. Sure everyone had learned their way around a med kit, but if her ankle was broken...that was serious. What if she needed surgery? Maybe it wasn't really broken, she was still able to move it around. Maybe it was just a bad sprain.

If she noticed him stealing several glances at her, she didn't show it. Her dark blue eyes were focused on the road ahead, glaring slightly because of the light, or..maybe that was just her normal expression. Her features were a little harsh. She had high cheekbones which seem to make her glare even more menacing somehow...he couldn't help thinking about how beautiful she was. They hit a bump in the road, knocking Glenn out of his train of thought. It was a well hidden speed bump, and it took everyone by surprise. Rick and Shane hollered at Daryl from the back while he cracked a joke. It jolted their guest the most, making her knock her bruised joint into Glenn's leg. Biting her lip so hard he was afraid she might draw blood, her hand went to his knee and squeezed. Hard. (Damn she had a death grip!) It was his turn to man up, thankfully able to hold his composure, he wrapped a supportive arm around her shoulder and tried to get her to look at him.

"Hey. You're alright, we're almost there, we'll get you fixed up." He cooed, trying to comfort her. It took a few more moments, the other occupants of the truck were completely silent as she slowly opened her eyes to look at Glenn. The pain had subsided and her grip on his knee loosened. For a brief instant, their eyes locked. Every time he looked into those damn eyes, he felt something. It was like she was trying to tell him something just by looking at him. He could tell that she had been through a lot...she was alone in that town when they first saw her, but she couldn't have been that way from the start. What happened to her group? Why wasn't she saying anything? Did she really distrust them so much? They had just saved her life...so many answers to find.

She removed her hand from Glenn's knee completely, and went back to looking out the window. Taking the hint, Glenn removed his arm from her shoulders, but continued to steal glances at her every once and a while before they reached the base.

When they finally arrived back, there had of course been questions. Who was the girl? What was her name? Why was she alone? What happened to her ankle? What was wrong with it? Was it broken? Unfortunately, they still didn't have any of these answers. Glenn had wondered if she would feel safer once she saw the other woman, maybe even seeing Carl and Sophia would help. But no, she stayed just as tight lipped as ever. Everyone seemed to be very understanding once they realized how she was acting. Still defensive, untrusting...even scared. Even so, Glenn wasn't discouraged. She would come around, he just knew it.

He sat by her side while she was laying on the couch, Dale attending to her ankle. She wasn't happy about the situation at all, that was clear. Idly, Glenn wondered what the girl looked like when she smiled...and he made that one of his goals for the near future.

"What do you think, Dale? It broken?" Shane, who had been leaning in the door way spoke evenly in the quiet room. He took a few slow steps towards the couch, watching the old man work.

"Sprained pretty bad, that's for sure, but I can't tell if it's broken." Lori entered the room and handed Dale a blue pouch. He thanked her and went back to studying the girl's ankle. "It's already starting to bruise pretty bad. You'll need to stay off it for the next few days, miss." As he pressed the blue pouch to her joint, she nearly jumped halfway up the couch. The cold...she had not been expecting. Dale looked surprised at first, then his expression turned into a (very amused) grin. "Sorry miss. Should've warned you there...we're gonna need to keep that ankle of yours cool." The old man patted the arm of the couch, where her foot had been resting. She hesitated, and before she could stop herself, she looked at Glenn. Of course, this made his heart leap once or twice and he nodded, moving a hand to her shoulder.

"It's okay." He assured her softly. Suddenly he was aware that this moment was just slightly too tender for all the other eyes in the room. So of course...he ended with a joke. "When you're all better, we'll go dancing." He grinned and winked at her. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, he could've sworn he'd seen a blush cross her fair skin. His comment had earned chuckles from Lori and Dale, while Shane grinned a little from his place nearby. Slowly she repositioned her leg so Dale could set the icepack against her bruising ankle. Low in her throat, she groaned. The sound did not escape Glenn...he wanted to hear her speak. It was driving him absolutely crazy. He needed his answers, he needed to know!

...He also needed to brush up on his dancing skills.

A/N
Sooo? Are you getting annoyed yet?
Do you want to know more about this chick?
Lemme know what you're thinking!

And I apologize for any typos..I'm sure there are plenty. Late night writing can be a cruel mistress. (Did that even make sense?)