Well, here's the next chapter. It's a little shorter than normal, but hopefully the next one will be a bit longer. That is, if everything goes the way I want to, which it should.

I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 10

Daryl didn't like it when his privacy was invaded and he especially didn't like it when it was a certain Korean who did the invading.

"Daryl Dixon, you have some explaining to do." Glenn stood in the doorway to his cell, arms crossed over his chest and a determined look in his eye.

"The hell you want, Short Round?" He growled.

Without answering the hunter, Glenn grabbed the stool from the corner and sat in it. "I followed you today."

Daryl sat up more in his bed, eyes squinting. "What? You turnin' into some sort of stalker now?"

Glenn gave him a shit-eating grin and looked smugly down at his friend. "You've been acting strange lately, so I heard you telling Rick you were going hunting, again, and I decided I'd go on a little run myself."

A look of shock passed over Daryl's face, but it only lasted a few seconds before his face went back to its indifferent mask. Glenn noticed the look and continued on with satisfaction.

"I watched you walk into a little cabin in the woods."

Daryl placed his head in his hands with a muffled, "Shit."

"How come you didn't tell me you knew where Carol was? Especially since I've been giving you hell about it?" The playfulness was gone from his posture and he turned serious.

Daryl remained silent from his spot over on the bed. Glenn needed answers, though, and knew he had to risk the man's anger.

"Daryl, come on. Tell me."

"It was supposed to be a fuckin' secret!" He nearly exploded. "That way no one would go after her, especially Rick or Tyreese."

"But there are people like me and Beth who want to know where she is because we miss her, Daryl. We wouldn't have told Rick."

Daryl shrugged. "Couldn't risk it. Besides, it's bad enough that I go out all the time to see her. Rick ain't stupid. If more people keep askin' to go out, then it wouldn't take him long to figure somethin' else was up."

Glenn leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Well, at least I know she's safe, so as long as you keep me posted, then I won't ask Rick to go out."

"Naw, I can't ask you to do that. She's your friend, too." He smirked. "'Sides, I bet she's tired of jus' seein' my ugly mug all the time."

Glenn sorted. "I doubt that." For the first time, he watched Daryl Dixon blush. If only he had his camera...

"So, what did you two talk about?" He seemed more relaxed and Glenn watched the tension leave Daryl's shoulders. He had to wonder what keeping Carol's secret had done to the man.

"We didn't talk much, since it was late and I had to get back soon. Someone was taking too long in the cabin and I had to wait for you to leave before I could talk to her."

If possible, Daryl's face grew even redder. It was no secret on what had gone on in that little house before Daryl had left.

Glenn grew serious again. "We talked about Karen and David."

"What?" Daryl nearly snarled. "Why would you ask about that?"

"Because I needed to know!" Glenn stood up and began to pace. "Are you telling me, Daryl, that the whole time you've been with Carol, you've never asked about Karen and David?" When Daryl avoided his eyes, Glenn had his answer. This made him even more angry.

"How could you not ask her? You'd think that would be the first thing out of your mouth. I thought you'd want to know her side of the story!"

Daryl shot to his feet and pointed a finger to the door. "Get out," he hissed.

The younger man stood his ground. Daryl wasn't going to run from this. Glenn didn't know if Carol would ever broach the subject with him, but he needed answers.

"I said, get out!" Daryl shoved him hard and he stumbled over the stool behind him and nearly fell on his ass.

Suddenly Rick was in the doorway, shouting. "What the hell is going on here?" He stood in his cop stance, hand hovering over the gun at his hip.

"Nothing," the hunter turned his back on both men and sounded defeated. "Jus' get him out of here and leave me be."

Rick glared at his friends back before he grabbed Glenn by the arm and led him away from the cell. Once they were far enough away, Rick stopped and held Glenn in place, insuring that the man would listen to him.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Glenn shook his head and refused to look the ex-sheriff in the eyes. "It's nothing, Rick. Really. I just may have teased Daryl a little too much."

Rick didn't buy it and stepped closer, eyes narrowed. "There's something you're not telling me."

Glenn's mouth set in a hard line and he shoved Rick away. "I don't have to tell you shit, Rick." Then, without another word, he walked away.

Rick watched him leave and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't help but feel like he was losing control and his two closest friends were starting to turn their backs on him.

Glenn flung the curtain to his cell open and didn't realize Maggie was already in bed sleeping until she flicked the battery-powered lantern by the bed and looked at him blurredly.

"Where have you been all day?" She asked, sleepily.

"Out. Didn't you see the flowers?" He stripped the shirt he was wearing and put on the one he usually slept in.

"Out?" She was sitting up, then. "Do you mean out on a run?"

Shucking his jeans, he moved to slide up his pajama pants. "Yep." The anger from his conversation with Daryl was still there and he didn't even care that he was being short with her. Today had been a long day and while it had started off good, it had ended shitty.

"You went on a run without telling me?" Maggie's voice rose in anger. "Did you go with anyone?"

"No, I went by myself and I was fine." Suddenly he was being spun around and faced with a livid Maggie Greene.

"No, it is not fine. Not only did you not tell me you were leaving the prison but you went by yourself! I can't believe how stupid you were!"

"Stop!" Glenn shouted, tired of everyone yelling at him. "I don't have to tell you everything, Maggie and stop treating me like I'm some child. Now, I've had a rough night and the last thing I need right now is for you to yell at me." He bent down and gathered up all his discarded clothing. "If you need me, I'm going to be in the cell a few doors down."

Walking away from the cell, he finally started to cool down. He knew he shouldn't have yelled at Maggie like that, but with everything else that had happened in the last hour, he couldn't help it. And it wasn't like some of the things he had said weren't true. Maggie often treated him like he couldn't even tie his own shoes, sometimes. She needed to realize that he was his own man, just like she was her own woman.

Tomorrow, she would be super pissed and he'd have to find some way to apologize really well, but tonight he was going to be sleeping alone and try to push the events of today past him for now.

So, I was really nervous to post this because of the way I wrote Glenn in it. He's getting sick of everyone's shit and he's letting them know. I probably went a little OOC on him and put more of my feelings into his character this chapter. Next chapter will be Caryl and if everything goes like I want, it will be a sweet little chapter! :)

Thanks for reading!