Once back at camp, Daryl and Glenn try to act as they normally do, while secretly sneaking into each other's tents, going out 'hunting', or sharing lingering, heated looks across the campfire.
And, unsurprisingly, Daryl and Glenn begin to go into town much more frequently. In fact, Daryl is just grabbing his stuff and is about to head over to Glenn's tent when he notices that something is up.
Glenn is zipping the entrance to his tent closed when he turns to find the rest of the group standing there facing him in what looks to be a confrontation. The only people who are missing are Lori and Carl. Not a good sign.
Daryl hangs back a second.
"Uh…hey guys," greets Glenn casually. "What's going on?"
Rick is, of course, the spokesperson for the group. He's looking uncomfortable, having a hard time meeting Glenn's eyes.
"Glenn," begins Rick. He then takes a breath and continues with authority. "This thing with you and Daryl…it can't go on."
Daryl and Glenn are both shocked by the statement.
Daryl walks over. If there ever was a moment that Glenn would drop his sorry ass, this was the opportunity. Of course, he wasn't going to just stand by and watch it happen.
"There a problem?" interrupts Daryl.
"Consider this an intervention," says Shane, leaning the rifle against his shoulder.
"You've got no right," declares Glenn.
"This isn't up for discussion," adds Dale.
Daryl steps forward, brandishing his weapon. "Whose business is it of yours?"
"There's no need for that," asserts Rick, gesturing towards the weapon.
"How come he's got his?" asks Daryl, nodding at Shane and his gun.
"I'm on watch, dumbass," responds Shane.
"This is between me and Daryl. It's got nothing to do with you all," says Glenn.
"Of course it has to do with us," insists Dale. "We care about you!"
"If you cared, then you'd be happy for us," reasons Glenn. "Not try to force us to be apart!"
Shane laughs shortly.
"What? That's not…" stutters Dale, brow furrowing.
"I'm in love with Daryl," declares Glenn passionately, surprising the hell out of everyone. Especially Daryl. "And your prejudices aren't going to change that. It's…it's not going to change who I want to sleep with."
"Nobody cares about that," insists Rick, looking supremely uncomfortable.
Glenn stares at him in bewilderment. "What?"
"For crying out loud," interrupts Andrea in frustrated amusement. "No one's trying to break you up. What they're trying to say is that we just don't want you two going into the city anymore for your booty calls. Driving into a population of zombies isn't exactly practicing safe sex."
Shane snickers again.
Both Glenn and Daryl stand there blinking owlishly, their mouths open in shock, trying to digest what's going on.
"You… just don't want us to go into the city?" Glenn asks for clarification.
"Right," replies Rick.
"We've known for a while what you've been up to. You haven't exactly been subtle," says Andrea with a smirk. "And it was kind of obvious the last time you went into the city and about all you brought back was hickies."
Glenn turns beet red. Daryl can't look at anyone.
"We just didn't know what to do about it so we sat down and came up with an alternative," explains Dale. "Not just for you two, but for any couple when they feel a need to…'go to the city'. The RV. You can have it for the night."
"Anyone who wants it will have an opportunity to use the RV. It will be private," explains Rick. "But most of all, it will be safe."
"What about supplies?" asks Glenn quietly.
"We'll deal with that as we need to," replies Rick. They all stand awkwardly again for a minute, looking anywhere but at each other. "So…any questions?"
Glenn shakes his head. Daryl stares at the ground, ignoring their existence.
"Okay," says Rick. "That's it then. As you were."
The group slowly disperses and Glenn, still in shock, walks over to Daryl.
"I feel like my parents just told me I could have sex in their bed," says Glenn. He notices Daryl is acting fidgety. "What's wrong?"
Daryl swallows, finding it hard to look at Glenn. "Uh…what you said…"
It takes Glenn a second to realize what Daryl is referring to.
"Oh…yeah," says Glenn, looking self-conscious. "Um, well…you know I care about you. Obviously. I mean…you're my best friend."
The statement hits Daryl square in the chest.
"You don't have to say anything back," continues Glenn. "I mean, I don't expect you to feel the same…"
Daryl quickly steps forward and plants one on him, which Glenn happily accepts.
"Get a room," hollers Dale, from across camp.
"Speak for yourself," says Andrea with a wicked grin. "I don't mind one bit."
She looks at Carol to gauge her reaction. Her blushing smile says it all.
"Amen to that," says another deeper voice.
Andrea turns around to find Shane was the one who made the statement.
Everyone gawks at him. Everyone that is except for Rick, who strangely doesn't seem phased at all by the comment.
Shane just smiles.
"Shane," says Rick. "You got that crescent wrench?"
"Be right there." He winks to the crowd before heading off towards Rick.
Meanwhile, Glenn has pulled Daryl behind a tree, his hands finding purchase in the lean muscles of Daryl's sinewy frame. Daryl presses into the younger man, hands taking their customary route into Glenn's soft, dark hair and pulling him forward for a heated kiss.
"Mmm," groans Glenn. "I'm going to miss the penthouse."
"Don't matter, does it?" breathes Daryl against his lips.
Glenn smiles blissfully. "No."
They kiss again, hot and deep, and with a new sense of freedom.
It's strange how they fit together, like two pieces from different puzzles that somehow join perfectly. A time before all this and they would never have met, would never have found each other.
Thank God for zombies.