Daryl x Glenn - part 3I leaned back and put my arms behind my head.More Like This
" He loved the other man so much, but he just couldn't tell him because he was afraid of being judged.. That night, though, he fell asleep.. And woke up to see that man, looking down at him.. He went to say something but then, to his surprise, he was kissed, only for a few seconds.. But it meant alot.. The man ran off.. Though now he can at least rest with the fact that maybe, just maybe, he has a chance.. "
" Do they live happily ever after ? "
" Oh, of course. "
" Will we, one of these days ? "
I smiled at him, " yeah, yeah we will.. Don't worry about it. "
" Carl ? Carl, where are you ? "
He sighed and got up. " Great, my mom.. Good night, Glenn. "
I nodded and he left the tent. I heard Lori saying " tell me where you go next time, got it ? "
Poor kid. I'd hate to be stuck with my parents during the apocalypse.
I decided I'd take a few days off from ca
Daryl x Glenn - Part 1" Daryl, unpack the tents. "More Like This
" Whatever. "
I yanked open the back of Rick's van and started throwin' tents to the ground next to me.
" Hey, y'know we only got three, right ? ", I kicked the three tiny tents across the camp ground towards him.
" What ? Oh, yeah.. ", Rick paused to wipe the sweat off his forehead. " We must've left some behind.. We'll make do with what we have. "
" Does that mean we'll be sharing ? ", Carl asked.
Rick looked around at everyone then back at his son, " It shouldn't be too much of a problem. "
At that people started buddyin' up, left and right. I wasn't gonna share with anyone, no fuckin' way.
" Uhh.. Daryl.. ", it was Glenn. " Can I sleep in your tent for the night 'till we find extras ? ", he smiled a little, that damn sexy smile of his.
" Yeah, fine. "
He hugged me around the waist. You wouldn't believe how much I wanted to fuck him, then and there, even if everyone was watchin'. Instead I just stared at him. Poor kid thought I was pissed with him and he
Just Wait [DarylxReader] Ch. 3What time was it?More Like This
Your body didn't so much as twitch as the question flared up in your mind, as it had countless times before. Your stiff muscles hardly allowed any movement without a great deal of will behind it, the factor of which you were strongly lacking in. Time. Time had all but become the heat filtering through the rafters in relentless waves. Time had become all but the sharp sting of dirt in your cuts and dull pain from your bruises. Time had become all but torture worse than any being could ever inflict. Day and night were communicated only by the cycle of unbearably hot to icicle cold. And sometimes you would miss it due to the fluctuation of consciousness that you endured.
Those days seemed to stretch on forever with no endpoint in mind.
What time was it?
You weren't really sure why your mind hated you so much, to ask you these questions when you had no way of knowing them. Calling out to whoever stood guard at the door only earned you silence. Your drifting