Author's Note: Working Sunday to Sunday is getting tiresome, but I'm saving some money up to travel back home for a week in the summer. It's hard, but I've decided that it's going to happen. Thanks to all who've read my story so far, because I love writing and it keeps me happy. If you leave a review, cookies go to you.
Waking up on the lumpy floor of a tent was nothing new to Daryl, though having a warm weight on his chest certainly was. Daryl's eyes opened and widened at the same time; Glenn was laying on top of him. Not that that was the problem here, it was that he seemed to be wearing less clothes then he respectably should be. Even for going to sleep in Daryl's opinion.
Daryl was wearing the undershirt and boxer that he'd gone to bed in, but Glenn was wearing a large shirt and what felt to be silk panties. Get your hand off of the guys ass Daryl, he'll wake up and then you'd have to explain, before he never talked to you again. What kind of guys where's silk panties anyway? Daryl felt himself harden in his thread thin boxer and reddened over the whole damn situation.
He wanted the ground to open up and swallow at this moment, just so he didn't actually have to face what was happening. And then Glenn nuzzles into him and turned onto his stomach instead of his side and Daryl felt time freeze. There were hard nipples on lumps where Glenn chest was and something missing in his crotch area.
Those panties suddenly made way more sense then ever before; Glenn was a chick. His attraction was answered as well and he could almost feel a heavy feelings coming up off his chest at realizing that fact. Not that he had anything against people being gay, it was just he was sure that Merle would have treated him different for the rest of his life. He needed his brother around and on his side with all this going on, more then he ever had before. Just him against a world of rotting flesh bastards wasn't going to cut it.
Glenn began to stir and Daryl had never been closer to having a panic attack then at that very moment. He, she was going to wake up and feel Daryl morning fucking wood against her and his hands on her ass (damn it, didn't he tell his hands to stop that?!) and freak out. Freak out and then not want to be around him anymore; run out of the tent they were sharing and straight to that cop. Fuck, he wasn't sure he could handle that even if they had only been together for a day.
Shane, the ass, would probably take advantage of her right away and not think twice about it; he'd only let them stay in the first place when Glenn had confronted him. Probably liked his women begging with tears in their eyes, the asshole. He would never treat Glenn like that as long as they lived, he would treasure her, he would take care of her.
He would stop being so god damn creepy and not fucking scare her away from his redneck ass. Much better promise then the others. Glenn's eyes opened and Daryl thought he might just evidently shoot out of his own skin to get away from her. They had a moment where their two pairs of eyes met and they both had a degree of panic in them. Daryl wasn't even sure what he could say to make this situation better; or if there was a way at all.
It was this point where Glenn sat up, though that didn't exactly help because it left her straddling Daryl, instead of laying on him. God damn was this ever not a good thing for his heart. Glenn took a few minutes to take in the situation, but then turned a beet red color which Daryl had to admit really brought out the femininity of her facial features, even her ears were red.
"This isn't exactly how I pictured you finding out, but I hope you don't mind." Glenn said her eyes nervously darting away from his and she bit her lip in a way that made Daryl want to join her on chewing on it. She had an air of innocence about her; and he just wanted to drink it in, treasure her while she was around.
"Why did you hide in the first place?" He wasn't sure if he wants to know the answer to that one. Oh, you two scary hicks wouldn't let me run away and trapped me with you in your truck and I was afraid I was gonna get raped if you knew. Didn't really feel all that much safer as a guy though, cause you still stared at me with these hungry eyes that made me nothing but uncomfortable.
His mind was a cruel place, and he wished the voice in his head didn't sound so much like Merle; or sometimes his father who sounded remarkably close to Merle in the voice prospect. Kinda of looked like him to, when the old man was young. It bothered Daryl sometimes; but other times he took it like a god send that he, himself was nothing like the old bastard. Merle said he took after his mother, and that comment always made him feel good even if it was supposed to be a snipe at him.
"It's dangerous for a girl now days, I saw some bad things happening to people before we met up and was too scared to correct you. Though, I was going to tell you last night but I fell asleep before you came in." Daryl had almost forgot to pay attention for her response he had been so wrapped up in his own head. In the end he was glad he caught it though, because her answer was so much better then the ones he had supplied himself. She was going to tell him as well; though he couldn't image why. Glenn seemed to be a very trusting person.
"I don't really care whether your a guy or a chick, I picked ya up and planned on keeping our group safe from the start." That was only a little bit of a lie; he cared a tiny bit that Glenn was indeed a woman. It just made thing easier with having to deal with Merle being around; speaking of Merle did that fucker already know? He certainly hadn't been tormenting Daryl over his obvious affection with Glenn and that could be because he knew he was a she.
Naw, Merle would have been all over Glenn had he known , girl was gorgeous. Shit, maybe that's why Shane backed off; did everyone know besides him?! Glenn smiled at him sweetly and he tried not thinking about how she could almost definitely feel his erection trapped underneath her bottom. Guess it really didn't bother her, with how long she had just been sitting there on him. Maybe she was into that kind of thing; maybe she would sit on his face next.
Shut up brain.
"You're a really good man Daryl, I hope you know that." He really wasn't and she wouldn't think that if she could read his mind. Or knew him at all because he really wasn't a good guy. Rude, asshole of a redneck with no future and a very dark past; that was more his speed. She kissed him on the cheek and Daryl had to stop himself from choking on his own spit. She stood up off him in the next moment though and Daryl got a very clear view of her panties in all of their glory. Fuck, this was like some kind of sweet torture or something and Glenn was fucking amazing at it.
"I think I'd rather this group think I was a guy if you don't mind keeping my secret with me." Glenn looked unsure and she was doing that lip biting thing again; god that was some kind of habit wasn't it? He was going to see it a lot if it was and couldn't help but feel a little bit excited about that.
He watched her dress from where he lay and while he told himself that he was being creepy, Daryl couldn't look away. Glenn tugged her jeans over her hips, and turned her back to her without a care in the world before tugging the long shirt off and putting on a bra and shirt over it again. Daryl's eyes were wide and aware; as he got a glimpse of her bare back. Slender and pale; no scars present whatsoever. He wondered what she would think of she saw his back; marked and ruined as it was.
When she was finished she turned back around and smiled at him. "Come on big guy, get up and get dressed; I'm not facing all these stranger alone." She grinned at him while talking but lost the smile as he didn't move or respond. "Alright, I'll turn around if you're that nervous; but from what I felt this morning you don't have anything to be ashamed of." Daryl was sure he turned red at that comment and grumbled at her as she, true to her own word turned around and let him dress in peace. Forget him being a good man; she was an amazing girl.