A/N: so feedback is good as always. Let me know if there's certain songs or scenarios you want me guys to do. All will be Daryl / Glenn of course. Also let me know if you'd like some by other characters points of view on Daryl and Glenn.

Christina Perri - Bluebird

How the hell does a broken heart get back together when it's torn apart?

Teach itself to start beating again?

They were together. Daryl and Carol.

They never said anything of course but people swore they could tell. You had to be blind to not see how much carol cared about Daryl, especially after Sophia. And Daryl cared, in his own rough way. Of course they could tell.

Everyone had been so happy. Smiling when they knew Daryl wasn't looking, knowing he'd snap at them either way. Still, the camp smiled none the less.

Everyone but me.

It had been a few weeks since Daryl had disappeared up to the shed away from the farm, still too raw from finding Sophia like...like that. He stayed up there, sharpening sticks into new bolts for his crossbow in silence. Everyone tended to give him space, Daryl's glare narrowing on me one day as i came up, canned food in hand. He sat against the wall of the shed, crossbow at his feet as he patted the small bluebird that had made its perch on his hand. It was strange to see; tough roughneck Daryl so gentle with something so small, so fragile. With a blushed jumble of words i threw the food at him, ignoring the small chuckle that came from behind me before he whistled quietly, the bluebird whistling back. Carol had been up a few times, one afternoon coming back with a sad smile.

My eyes caught Daryl at the tree line, crossbow tight on his shoulder. I ignored the strange feeling in my stomach as he caught my glance, nodding and I could feel Maggie's grip on my hand tighten.

It had been an awkward conversation but Maggie turned out to be my saving grace with Daryl. She kept my raging crush from spiralling. Kept me sane when carol got Daryl.

I let out a shuddering breath as I forced my eyes away from him, smiling slightly as he turned to walk away, bluebird flying around his shoulders.

"He's going hunting a few days." She said quickly, taking a seat beside Lori. "We shouldn't worry. He knows what he's doing."

I wanted to snap that we should be worried either way, biting my tongue as I looked away. Daryl was the best of us; walkers would never get the jump on him. They couldn't.

This little bluebird came looking for you

I said that I hadn't seen you in quite some time

And this little bluebird came looking again

I said we weren't even friends, she could have you

I jumped up quickly, ignoring Maggie's hand on my arm as I snatched up dale's guitar. I grunted out some excuse, disappearing into the woods quickly, the opposite way to where Daryl had gone. I wasn't going to risk it.

I swore loudly when I was far enough away from camp, balling my hands in my hair. I didn't care about walkers at that point, falling down onto the log beside me with a shaky breath.

"Get a hold of yourself Glenn." I hissed under my breath, wiping at my eyes furiously. If I lied really well I could pretend that I had something in my eye. Unfortunately everyone at camp knew how much of a crap liar I was.

I let out another shaky breath as I balanced the guitar of my lap, strumming a few chords, the tension in my shoulders decreasing slowly. My mother had always sung to me when I was sick or upset, saying that if you paid music loud enough, you could keep the demons at bay. Sometimes I believed her.

My head snapped up, fumbling with the guitar as I heard the familiar whistle, frame relaxing when I saw Daryl's bluebird on the tree across from me. Well, I supposed it wasn't Daryl's but it might of well been with the amount of time Daryl had been caught with it.

"What do you want?" I smirked, blushing and ducking my head when I realised I was talking to a damn bird. "I don't know where Daryl is. Why don't you go look for him? Follow some poor squirrel. They'll end up dinner eventually. "

The bluebird whistled, stretching out its wings for a moment before getting comfortable. I snorted, smiling a little sadly.

"Look, no one would really call me and Daryl friends. Hell, he's probably better friends with you then me." I said truthfully, laying my head back against the tree behind me. My breath shuddered again, ignoring the sting of moisture behind my eyes as I plucked a few more chords.

The bluebird whistled loudly.

"You like that, huh? Who'd of guessed, Glenn Rhee. Musical genius." I smirked, laughing slightly when it looked at me. "Talking to birds, first sign of insanity. Like all the great composers ... Or was that painters?"

The bluebird whistled again and I shook my head, playing a few chords. "Yeah alright, if I'm gonna be a musical genius lets you and me think of some lyrics huh?"

This little bluebird sure won't give it a rest

She swears that you may be better than all the rest

I said, "No, you've got it all wrong.

If he was something special, I wouldn't have this song."

It became routine over the next few days. Disappearing into the woods with Dale's guitar, ignoring the worried looks from Maggie and the curious looks from Dale.

The bluebird was always there when I arrived, settling in on the log as I began to play. I would smile when it finally took off, only then ever making my way back to camp as I shoved the tiny lyric book I had found last raid into town into my back jean pocket.

Lyrics were easier than they probably should have been, although talking to the bluebird always seemed to be a constant as well. It was strange, the ease I felt talking to something that wasn't waiting for its turn to but in, just listening. Even with the one sided conversation, my mind supplied comments to most of its mannerisms.

I ignored the part that said I should have been worried about it.

I slammed down my guitar onto the wet ground, burying my head in my hands as I stopped singing.

"Stop looking at me like that." I glared at the bluebird, which twisted its head as it whistled.

"No, I know I'm pathetic. I don't need you to comment." I huffed, grabbing the guitar to sit back only to set it down and lean toward the bird again. "But seriously?! Daryl Dixon! If he didn't kick my ass, carol probably would. Now they're together and all that."

I sat back, staring at the chords as I played, singing quietly along. The bluebird whistled, making me raise my eyes slightly with a deep sigh.

"Yes I like him. A lot." I said barely, looking back down. "Doesn't change the fact I have this song."

This little bluebird won't come here anymore

So I went looking for her, and I found you

It'd been almost a week and a half since Daryl had disappeared into the woods to hunt. It wasn't uncommon of course, food in the woods was scarce and he had been gone longer back at the last camp. Then again since we had arrived at the Greene farm, hunting was no longer as necessary as before. Carol was finally beginning to worry and I bit back the vicious part of me for the first time.

I grabbed the guitar like always, Maggie sending me the customary 'be safe' look as I went. I resisted rolling my eyes.

Still, I froze as I came into my place in the woods and my heart dropping slightly at the missing bright shade of blue. My grip tightened on the neck of the guitar, my mind spinning through the worst situations like it got eaten by some wild animal or even worse, a walker. It made my heart drop probably more than it should have.

There was a small 'click' behind me as a twig snapped underfoot and I spun, ready to swing my precious guitar into the face of the thing behind me.

Please don't be a walker I prayed silently, thanking and hating god when Daryl caught my hands. The guitar stopped centimetres from his face and I swore, dropping quickly.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I spluttered out. "I heard something and I thought it was a walker and then I-"

"Shut up Glenn." Daryl rolled his eyes, my breath catching in my throat when he said my name. Not china man. Not chink. Just Glenn.

Daryl raised a brow as my cheeks flushed and I dropped my eyes to the floor.

"What are you doing here?" I managed finally, caught off guard by the chuckle that left Daryl's lips.

"You know you don't play very quietly." He smirked, nodding to the guitar I dropped. "Then again you don't talk very quietly either. Not out here anyway."

My head snapped up as I heard the familiar whistle, the bluebird landing on Daryl's arm and I narrowed my eyes on it.

"Traitor." I muttered out before choking. "Wait... You mean..?!"

"You really think this thing goes anywhere I don't?" Daryl said seriously, trying to look me in the eye. "Why didn't you say anything?"

I snorted, not daring to look at him. "To avoid getting my ass kicked...besides you got Carol."

"You got Maggie." He bit out, his expression strange and I shook my head.

"I never had Maggie, she was helping me not going insane with this thing I had for you."

Daryl sighed, shaking his head. "You know I wouldn't have kicked your ass if you told me."

I rolled my eyes, catching the bluebird on my hand. Daryl reached out hesitantly, taking a small step forward to stroke its feathers. I couldn't help the heat in my cheeks, Daryl way too close and I swallowed thickly.

"Yeah and why's that?"

My breaths were ragged and my eyes glued to Daryl as his rough fingers brushed down the bluebirds back softly, continuing down my wrist as he looked at me beneath his lashes.

"Cause I would have told you carol was doing the same for me with you..."

a/n: and that's another one down. Tell me if I'm too horrible at these. Ive never really done song fics before. Or oneshots. Like I said, feedback on things you wanna see is always fantastic too :D

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