Author's Note: I'm back with another chapter and so damn happy about it. I can now say that I've planned out for there to be 6 chapters in this story! Good, it'll give me something to think about other than work for a while. Written on my I phone, for if you can tell. Feel free to review if you feel like sharing some love, it always makes my day to read reviews!
PS: I'm thinking of doing a Pietro Maximoff story from the avengers next, any opinions on that matter?
A gun was in Daryl's face as soon as he was out of the truck, with an angry looking cop glaring at him. Jesus he had a few run in with cops before but he never really pissed one off by just existing before. Well, that was a lie, but none have them had ever actually aimed a gun at him before. Daryl stood strong and didn't flinch away from the threat; now was really the time to play it ballsy if he was going to ever.
The truck door opened and a smaller mass collided with him, Daryl still trying to look not intimidated by the cop; did not even budge as arms wrapped around him. He was just glad it was Glenn, because he might have had nightmares if it had been Merle. Smug prick was still sitting in the truck with a horribly happy smirk on his face.
Glenn clung to him and Daryl couldn't help back take in for a few moments of how much shorter Glenn as compared to the men he knew; fuck softer than most of the woman he'd touched! The cop moved the gun away and had a look of surprise on his face, Daryl could have laughed at the fucker, but Glenn was talking and that would be rude. "Don't hurt him! We were just passing through and he hoped we could stay here as well, if we can't then just tell us to leave. Don't shoot him." He was overly emotional for a man, with his voice pitching hire to show signs of distress and the cop looked even more confused as Daryl also brought an arm up and wrapped it around him. He was ready to back Glenn up with a fight if the cop didn't back down.
Glenn squeaked again, as Daryl rubbed as back and pressed Glenn farther into his body. Daryl couldn't help but think that he was starting to like that sound. Asshole cop finally backed off whether he wanted to or not after that and directed Merle where to park his truck while other people just appeared out of nowhere to introduce themselves. A few families and a few groups that might as well be families, they apparently were going to be part of the second group as by the fact that Glenn hadn't left his side was an indication.
It felt nice to have Glenn stick to him while they explored the area, that cop guy or Shane as he had learned was his name had even apologized and said he had just been trying to protect the camp. Daryl didn't hold it against him but knew very well that Merle would. But for now his brother was compliant first setting up his tent and then promptly going inside no doubt to sleep until his stomach would not let him sleep any more, his brother was always predictable in that way. They'd have to cross the bridge of Merle being a sexist asshole when they came to it; but now was time to make nice with the locals.
Daryl didn't really want to think about why Merle had left him the bigger tent after bragging about getting to it first. Glenn didn't have a tent though so he had some idea, though he just could believe that he hadn't heard anything about it from his brother. He'd give him two more not like Merle slip up's before checking on the older man's sanity and probably health. And if Glenn looked shocked when he threw a sleeping bag his way, well Daryl just ignored it. Or tried to anyway, because it was a little hard to when Glenn's next stage after shock was delight.
Daryl couldn't understand that one either; it was just a damn place to sleep and he was asking like Daryl had just asked him to move in. Damn, Daryl guessed he sort of had, but hadn't really meant it in that kind of way. Great, why was he picturing Glenn in those short jean shorts that always managed to perk his attention? Oversized work boots with mud on them, Jean shorts that have way to much wear and one of Daryl's own plaid long sleeve shirts. His mouth just about watered at the mere thought.
Daryl nearly had to slap himself, since when did he think about a guy that way ever; well actually in the day dream Glenn definitely had tits. Small ones, but they fit him just fine. Something had to be wrong with him because this seemed like one of those weird it's in the air moments and so fucking unlike him. He'd barely had indecent thoughts about woman before, let alone another man.
When they settled in that night; and he did one final loop of the perimeter with Merle, he noticed Glenn already curled up into his sleeping bag, tightly wrapped into an innocent ball of sleep. Good, Daryl didn't want to have to see Glenn change because of those thoughts earlier and he sure as hell didn't want Glenn to see him change. Room or house mates; he wasn't going to show his back to anyone without a lot of sex beforehand.
Okay, so he'd never worked up the courage to show anyone his back, but he's really blame it on the fact he's never tried a serious relationship and the skanks he met at the bar really didn't seem to have
personality or anything he wanted. They had tits and to large lips; both pairs of 'em. Daryl grin at his own crude joke and slipped out of his jeans and over-shirt.
He'd always liked camping but really wasn't sure what they were going to do when it started turning cold. Though that was months from now and he was sure that not even Shane had dared to think about it yet. Bringing it up would mean making others realize that he didn't think things were just going to magically go back to normal. That this was the world now and they are were just going to have to deal with it.
He laid on top of the sleeping bag in his undershirt and boxers, and promptly fell asleep looking over at a peaceful Glenn who was no more the three feet to his left. Or he at least tried to sleep, but ended up listening to Glenn soft breathing for a good many hours. That was relaxing, but he was worried what would happen if they were suddenly attacked in their sleep; what would happen to Glenn. And it was just those dead things, but the people of this camp were just as big a threat until they at least got to know them.
That Shane guy looked to be able to have the muscle, knowledge and the gun to be able to kill them all if needed. Merle had hidden a gun in the dash of the car; a small hand gun with 6 rounds of ammo. He hadn't told anyone about it either, as Daryl kind of wanted in case shit got bad, but other than that the cross bow was quiet and good for hunting. He'd hunted with it for years and had already had to shoot those dead things with it as well; noting they only went down when shot good to the head.
Shit, he hadn't told that to Shane or anyone else of this new group about that yet. He hoped they knew that already or they were screwed during an attack. It took forever before he was able to sleep; anxiety through the roof. Though as time went on, his eyes dropped and much later a heavy warmth settled itself on top of him.
He found himself cuddling into it before finally nodding off.