"Shut. the. fuck. up! You cocksuckin' nigger!" Daryl yelled at T-Dog, who looked fearful of him. T-Dog, I swear, has gone insane. He's been going on about Merle and how he deserved it and how better off the world was without him, shit that was even annoying me.
Before my brother got into a fight I stepped in between them. "Guys! Now is not the time for this." I calmly pushed Daryl backwards towards the nearest car. "Daryl? What was that?" I gestured back to T-Dog and the group. "No one talks about Merle like that. Even if he is somewhat right," Daryl trailed off not wanting to say anything else on the topic.
He stormed off to his truck and I let him go and sulk. "What am I going to do with him?" I asked and pulled at my hair. "Well you could beat T-Dog's ass. Just get it over with already. I know you want too." Glenn wrapped his arms around me from behind, scaring me to death.
"What would that solve? Merle is dead, can't we just move on. It's already hard enough without everyone talking about it 24/7!" I pushed him away from me and walked towards the RV. I didn't mean to snap at him, he was only trying to help the situation. I hope he understands that it is not him that I am angry with. It's myself.
I climbed the ladder onto the roof and took a seat next to Dale. "Dale, do you think it's possible to hate yourself?" He just lowered his binoculars and stared at me, I guess waiting for me to continue. "I hate myself for killing my brother!" I mumbled and hoped I wouldn't have to repeat myself.
"Don't hate yourself. If you didn't shoot him, you'd be dead or worse, one of them. And that would be terrible on everyone." He always seemed so optimistic about the world ending. "So, you and Glenn. How are things going?" I just sighed and closed my eyes.
"It's going good, I think." And there was a pause in the small talk. "Tell me what you like about him. I bet there's a lot, Glenn is a great kid." Dale said, and I relaxed more. "Where to even start?" I tapped my finger on my chin trying to make a list.
"He is really nice and considerate. He always tries to please others especially me; which I appreciate deeply. I know he always has my back and that I can trust him. I know he won't hurt me or run away from me, like so many people have. I love that he makes me smile when I am pissed off. And I like how he snores, if that makes me weird."
"I do not snore!" I snapped my eyes open to see Glenn sitting next to me, instead of Dale. Was he trying to play match maker or something? "Yes you do. And when did you get here?" He didn't answer and just took my hand. "I guess I'm pretty great, huh?" He was so full of himself, but not in a bad way. I just rested on his shoulder.
"It's a beautiful day!" I stretched my free hand above my head and shielded my face from the sun. "It is, and so are you." My heart actually skipped a beat at the cliché. "Cheesy much?" I laughed along with him. "I have my moments. Anyways, thank you for all the compliments." I just blushed even harder.
Out in the distance I swore I saw movement. I squinted my eyes and saw the faint outline of bodies running down the road. "Shit!" I pulled Glenn down the ladder and ran to find Rick. "Walkers!" I yelled and everyone looked around panicky, and ducked under or in cars. I pushed Glenn onto the ground and rolled under a semi-truck. It felt like forever but I finally saw feet start passing by us.
From my position I could see in front of the truck. I saw a couple little kids dragging their feet on the pavement. The ever growing moaning and skin falling off made me sick to my stomach. I dry heaved and looked over at Glenn. His eyes were shut and he was trembling. Even I haven't gotten use to the herds we kept encountering. The road was turning out to be a bad idea after all.
Glenn started crying and opened his mouth I guessed to sob. I clamped my hand over his mouth and pulled him closer to me. I made his face press against my chest and stopped him from opening his eyes. I too shut my eyes and gripped onto the handle of the machete on Glenn's waist.
After another eternity, it was quiet again. I kept Glenn's and my body pressed together. "You can let me go now." He mumbled into my shoulder. "What If I don't want to?" I chuckled but let him go anyways. He helped me out from under the truck and we met back up with everyone else. The whole group had made it through without incident.
"You have good eyesight." Dale patted my hair and messed up my hair. "Better than you old man." I teased and took his binoculars. "Give those back!" Dale tried to grab them but I ran off towards Daryl's truck. I loved messing with him, because I miss messing with my father.
Glenn's POV
Dale took off after Chrissy and his binoculars. Her laugh trailed off into low chuckles as I could see Dale tickling her sides. It seems that Dale has grown away from Andrea and has moved on to Chrissy. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"We need to talk." Daryl pulled me by my elbow away from the group. "What do you want from my sister?" He pushed me against the railing. "I don't want anything. Maybe companionship and," I was going to say 'romance' but that might not be smart right now. "If I so much as hear that you're trying to have sex with her," He kicked the railing beside me. "I will murder you." Just then Chrissy was there.
"Daryl do you really think I'm that kind of girl?" She smiled and hugged her brother. "Of course not. But I barely know this kid, be careful." And with that he stormed off leaving her empty armed. She pouted and stared at her feet, her arms still outstretched towards Daryl's disappearing figure. I stepped in front of her and hugged her instead.
She just sighed in what I thought was contentment. "Don't worry about Daryl. I'm a grown girl I can have sex with whoever I want." She laughed at my stiffening expression. "I was joking. Relax I'm not ready for anything like that. Not yet." She winked and sauntered away from me again.
I would so, given the time of day, tap that. I mean it's the end of the fuckin' world; we deserve some good times together. Heck if it continues on like this, we might even have to repopulate our groups dwindling numbers. But maybe that's just my hormones talking instead of reason. But what does that matter?
