[Thanks for the reviews- I love reading them! I'm going to make a push to finish this without any months-long breaks this time. Promise.]
Daryl made a sweep of the apartment, one last time. He didn't want to leave anything behind.
Glenn was pacing in front of the window. "This is crazy, Daryl. This is a really shit idea."
"It's this or quietly starve in this deathtrap. I don't know about you, but I'd rather go out fighting if that's what it comes down to."
"So how do we do it?"
Daryl looked at him, considering. "Jump out the window, hit the dumpster. Hop down and run like hell."
"We're going to die, aren't we."
"I'm giving it about a 50/50 chance."
Glenn grinned at that, settling back to lean against the wall. "I've faced worse odds before." He closed his eyes. "It'll be nice to get back to the group again. I miss everybody."
Daryl grunted. "The quiet's been nice." He finished readjusting everything in his pack, and slung it over his shoulder with a sense of finality. "'bout that time, I'd guess."
Glenn's eyes flew open, and locked onto Daryl's. They stood there for a long moment in silence. Daryl finally dropped his gaze and ran his fingers through his hair in the frustrated manner that Glenn had grown accustomed to. "Look, kid. If we don't make it out of this alive, it's…" He found himself at a loss for words.
"What? It's been good? Here's looking at you, kid? You're getting cheesy in your old age, dude." Glenn pushed off the wall, only to immediately fall back as Daryl stepped forward. The older man moved quickly until they were separated by inches, placing one hand on the wall behind Glenn's head. Their eyes met again.
The world slowed to a halt.
"I was going to say… It's funny, but out of all the people left in the world, I can't think of anyone else I'd want to face the end with."
With that, Daryl leaned forward and pressed his lips against Glenn's. The world started up again with a stutter, and burst into flame that spread throughout the younger man's entire body. He moved his arm to grab at the small of Daryl's back, clutching his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin underneath it. Their lips crushed together for a long, perfect moment.
And just as soon as it began, it ended. Daryl pulled away, moving his hand from the wall to briefly rest on Glenn's cheek. It was cool and calloused. Then it was gone.
"Time to run, kid."