twd fic: (Don't) Call Me Names
Character/Pairing: Darlenn
Rated R for language and slight racism
Words: 1530
Summary: Glenn accidentally teaches Daryl some Korean words to use instead of what he's used to.
For prompt at the kink meme.
Daryl went on a rant about how the whole group was fucked when nobody knew how to handle a weapon and they only got themselves in danger for leaving the others even for just a minute on their nightly strolls.
"Can't you people do nothin'? You'll screw up everything. I don't blame people ending up dead. Or wanting to."
Andrea glanced at Glenn as they were walking side by side on the path; the Dixon brother was unreasonable, as always, but he was there on his own will. Nobody forced Daryl to look after them.
Glenn thought to say it out loud, but whispered what he had really thought. "Geseki."
"What?" Daryl stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the boy. Glenn looked at him in shock, trying to get a hold of himself under the eyes of the hotheaded man with the crossbow.
"Nothing," he answered quickly.
"What did you just call me?"
Shaking his head, Glenn refused to answer as to avoid the whole situation, but Daryl paced in front of him in no time and tripped him to the ground, his heavy weight keeping Glenn firmly against the moist grass. The others with them knew enough not to make matters worse - to anger Daryl more by trying to get in between them.
Glenn swallowed down his fear, looking intently into Daryl's eyes, trying to keep composure instead of breaking down under his grasp, as that was what Daryl wanted. "It means son of a bitch."
"Son of a bitch, right? Motherfucker," Daryl stared back furiously, making Glenn understand that it had been a mistake. He dropped him from the grasp of his shirt and for a second Glenn thought he'd spit in his direction or maybe swing the axe he had carried at him but Daryl didn't, he just backed away, trying to calm himself down.
Glenn wiped the sweat off his forehead before picking up his cap that had fallen onto the moss.
When they arrived back to the camp, Glenn thought he had heard Daryl mumble the word geseki to himself on the way back.
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Glenn thought to confront Daryl on his ways of not calling him by his name. He was, after all, encouraged to do so after the man had showed up to camp with fresh deer meat. It could be his motive to approach him, although Glenn had seen from the start that Daryl wasn't a bad man. He wanted to make sure that Daryl knew that.
Glenn found him alone near the woods and moved towards him with firm steps so that he couldn't have the choice of sneaking away, but Daryl already watched him, and there was no turning back.
"Could you just not call me chinaman?"
Daryl looked up from cleaning one of his arrows and answered roughly, "Why not, chinaman?"
There was no resentment in his voice, and with that, Glenn was more surprised. It was more of a tease, and Glenn wanted to get involved into his own part of the game.
"I'll stop calling you by your name."
"No fucking way. Pussy," Daryl didn't spare a glance in the boy's way anymore and picked up his crossbow to clean it up thoroughly.
"Toe-jora," Glenn spoke out loud, pissed at not getting the right response.
"What was that?" Daryl got up from his spot on a tree stump and looked at Glenn, bow hanging casually from his hand.
Glenn for a moment looked at Daryl and his expression that almost seemed just confused rather than frustrated while the cicadas made the only noises around them. Daryl didn't make any sense to him no matter how hard he tried to figure him out.
"Why would you even care?" Glenn finally replied, heated, not wanting to hear an answer, and he walked away. This time Daryl didn't come at him to demand an explanation or share his own.
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One night, Daryl appeared from the woods with a bribe over his shoulder. He dropped the body of a wild boar in front of the fire that Glenn was tending to keep himself warm in the night, waiting for others to join him.
Glenn got a little excited but it didn't bother Daryl. Glenn dropped down on his knees next to the boar and sighed, almost moaning, at the pure bliss how the meat was going to taste like.
"Oh,...very nice, yeobo."
This time Daryl just raised an eyebrow. Glenn, for the first time, felt embarrassed. He had to make up something quick because he knew Daryl wouldn't be able to handle what the true nature of that word was.
"Just, uh, a badass motherfucker. Yeah."
Daryl laughed at him and his sudden use of language and just turned away to pick a seat, shaking his head as if he couldn't figure Glenn out either.
Glenn had to look in Daryl's way from time to time, trying to capture even the littlest joy, to tell himself that that small sound of Daryl's laughter really existed.
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He didn’t think he’d make it out alive. As Glenn heaved, lying on the grass, he wondered if he had died, or worse, got bitten. He looked at the stars in the black sky as he tried to get a hold of the real world that he was in. Three walkers had approached from the woods towards the camp and Glenn had been the only one around.
He had grabbed the first item nearby, an axe, and swung it in their way like a relentless madman holding onto life until they had all dropped down one by one. Glenn hadn’t passed out over the sudden, high adrenaline, but he had fallen onto the ground in shock, his breathing erratic and body shaking.
Glenn thought of all the little things he was happy about, and then wondered if it had been the last night of his life. He couldn’t be stuck thinking that there was going to be a next day after the other anymore.
There was one thing he hadn’t seen: Daryl had been watching his every move, waiting without caution for the show of the other man’s brave actions. Glenn would’ve got pissed if he knew there had been help when he had forced out all of his strength in the grim night.
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"Hey, yeobo!"
Glenn choked on his lunch at the phrase and felt his face heat up. Shakily he looked up further away at Daryl who had shouted at him and looked at him expectantly. Suddenly Glenn realized that maybe he hadn’t been all alone the other night.
Andrea and Dale, sitting with him, had long ago realized that the two had formed their own code language that they better had not interfered with.
Glenn didn't want Daryl to wait on him so he laid his bowl of fish down and walked to him.
"I got something to show you," Daryl forced out, turned around, not spending another moment looking at the kid, and Glenn followed him all the way back inside the RV. Daryl walked into the back near the bed and Glenn felt the cold shivers through his body. He started to think about possibilities that he wasn’t supposed to imagine.
Daryl turned back to him with a book lazily in hand.
"I thought, uh, that you'd like it," Daryl muttered shyly, handing the book over to Glenn, "Something I picked up last time in town."
Glenn looked at the futuristic cover of the black book and read 'The Outside World'. He slightly snorted at it, but more so at the thought of Daryl giving it to him, and he looked at Daryl, keeping the book tight in his grasp.
"Thanks."
"Well," Daryl smiled so faintly it was almost impossible to see, but Glenn noticed and smiled back in the short silence.
They headed back outside into the heat of sunshine and Daryl stayed still, confused whether to linger or walk away. He thought about it long enough for Glenn to catch him and talk to him again.
"Don't call me yeobo, though."
Daryl turned to look at him, at the same time moving his gaze away from the blinding light, answering to him with an awkward groan, "Why not?"
Glenn frowned, expecting Daryl to storm off right after he told him, "I lied. It’s an endearment for a wife, a husband, like honey or darling. It was a joke. A really bad one, I’m sorry."
Daryl stared at him, first in shock, then in disbelief, but then he rubbed his forehead, thinking of what to say. He didn't look disgusted nor did he run away. Glenn let out a held breath and hoped it was because of the heat that he could see the small smile on Daryl's face widen just a little.
"What do you want me to call you then?"
"Glenn."
"No can do, kid."
Daryl, starting to blush, pushed Glenn's cap down to cover his face and Glenn laughed out loud. He lifted up his cap to see Daryl in the hope that he smiled as well but he was already gone. Glenn was determined to somehow, sometime, make him say his name out loud.
Rated R for language and slight racism
Words: 1530
Summary: Glenn accidentally teaches Daryl some Korean words to use instead of what he's used to.
For prompt at the kink meme.
Daryl went on a rant about how the whole group was fucked when nobody knew how to handle a weapon and they only got themselves in danger for leaving the others even for just a minute on their nightly strolls.
"Can't you people do nothin'? You'll screw up everything. I don't blame people ending up dead. Or wanting to."
Andrea glanced at Glenn as they were walking side by side on the path; the Dixon brother was unreasonable, as always, but he was there on his own will. Nobody forced Daryl to look after them.
Glenn thought to say it out loud, but whispered what he had really thought. "Geseki."
"What?" Daryl stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the boy. Glenn looked at him in shock, trying to get a hold of himself under the eyes of the hotheaded man with the crossbow.
"Nothing," he answered quickly.
"What did you just call me?"
Shaking his head, Glenn refused to answer as to avoid the whole situation, but Daryl paced in front of him in no time and tripped him to the ground, his heavy weight keeping Glenn firmly against the moist grass. The others with them knew enough not to make matters worse - to anger Daryl more by trying to get in between them.
Glenn swallowed down his fear, looking intently into Daryl's eyes, trying to keep composure instead of breaking down under his grasp, as that was what Daryl wanted. "It means son of a bitch."
"Son of a bitch, right? Motherfucker," Daryl stared back furiously, making Glenn understand that it had been a mistake. He dropped him from the grasp of his shirt and for a second Glenn thought he'd spit in his direction or maybe swing the axe he had carried at him but Daryl didn't, he just backed away, trying to calm himself down.
Glenn wiped the sweat off his forehead before picking up his cap that had fallen onto the moss.
When they arrived back to the camp, Glenn thought he had heard Daryl mumble the word geseki to himself on the way back.
------
Glenn thought to confront Daryl on his ways of not calling him by his name. He was, after all, encouraged to do so after the man had showed up to camp with fresh deer meat. It could be his motive to approach him, although Glenn had seen from the start that Daryl wasn't a bad man. He wanted to make sure that Daryl knew that.
Glenn found him alone near the woods and moved towards him with firm steps so that he couldn't have the choice of sneaking away, but Daryl already watched him, and there was no turning back.
"Could you just not call me chinaman?"
Daryl looked up from cleaning one of his arrows and answered roughly, "Why not, chinaman?"
There was no resentment in his voice, and with that, Glenn was more surprised. It was more of a tease, and Glenn wanted to get involved into his own part of the game.
"I'll stop calling you by your name."
"No fucking way. Pussy," Daryl didn't spare a glance in the boy's way anymore and picked up his crossbow to clean it up thoroughly.
"Toe-jora," Glenn spoke out loud, pissed at not getting the right response.
"What was that?" Daryl got up from his spot on a tree stump and looked at Glenn, bow hanging casually from his hand.
Glenn for a moment looked at Daryl and his expression that almost seemed just confused rather than frustrated while the cicadas made the only noises around them. Daryl didn't make any sense to him no matter how hard he tried to figure him out.
"Why would you even care?" Glenn finally replied, heated, not wanting to hear an answer, and he walked away. This time Daryl didn't come at him to demand an explanation or share his own.
------
One night, Daryl appeared from the woods with a bribe over his shoulder. He dropped the body of a wild boar in front of the fire that Glenn was tending to keep himself warm in the night, waiting for others to join him.
Glenn got a little excited but it didn't bother Daryl. Glenn dropped down on his knees next to the boar and sighed, almost moaning, at the pure bliss how the meat was going to taste like.
"Oh,...very nice, yeobo."
This time Daryl just raised an eyebrow. Glenn, for the first time, felt embarrassed. He had to make up something quick because he knew Daryl wouldn't be able to handle what the true nature of that word was.
"Just, uh, a badass motherfucker. Yeah."
Daryl laughed at him and his sudden use of language and just turned away to pick a seat, shaking his head as if he couldn't figure Glenn out either.
Glenn had to look in Daryl's way from time to time, trying to capture even the littlest joy, to tell himself that that small sound of Daryl's laughter really existed.
------
He didn’t think he’d make it out alive. As Glenn heaved, lying on the grass, he wondered if he had died, or worse, got bitten. He looked at the stars in the black sky as he tried to get a hold of the real world that he was in. Three walkers had approached from the woods towards the camp and Glenn had been the only one around.
He had grabbed the first item nearby, an axe, and swung it in their way like a relentless madman holding onto life until they had all dropped down one by one. Glenn hadn’t passed out over the sudden, high adrenaline, but he had fallen onto the ground in shock, his breathing erratic and body shaking.
Glenn thought of all the little things he was happy about, and then wondered if it had been the last night of his life. He couldn’t be stuck thinking that there was going to be a next day after the other anymore.
There was one thing he hadn’t seen: Daryl had been watching his every move, waiting without caution for the show of the other man’s brave actions. Glenn would’ve got pissed if he knew there had been help when he had forced out all of his strength in the grim night.
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"Hey, yeobo!"
Glenn choked on his lunch at the phrase and felt his face heat up. Shakily he looked up further away at Daryl who had shouted at him and looked at him expectantly. Suddenly Glenn realized that maybe he hadn’t been all alone the other night.
Andrea and Dale, sitting with him, had long ago realized that the two had formed their own code language that they better had not interfered with.
Glenn didn't want Daryl to wait on him so he laid his bowl of fish down and walked to him.
"I got something to show you," Daryl forced out, turned around, not spending another moment looking at the kid, and Glenn followed him all the way back inside the RV. Daryl walked into the back near the bed and Glenn felt the cold shivers through his body. He started to think about possibilities that he wasn’t supposed to imagine.
Daryl turned back to him with a book lazily in hand.
"I thought, uh, that you'd like it," Daryl muttered shyly, handing the book over to Glenn, "Something I picked up last time in town."
Glenn looked at the futuristic cover of the black book and read 'The Outside World'. He slightly snorted at it, but more so at the thought of Daryl giving it to him, and he looked at Daryl, keeping the book tight in his grasp.
"Thanks."
"Well," Daryl smiled so faintly it was almost impossible to see, but Glenn noticed and smiled back in the short silence.
They headed back outside into the heat of sunshine and Daryl stayed still, confused whether to linger or walk away. He thought about it long enough for Glenn to catch him and talk to him again.
"Don't call me yeobo, though."
Daryl turned to look at him, at the same time moving his gaze away from the blinding light, answering to him with an awkward groan, "Why not?"
Glenn frowned, expecting Daryl to storm off right after he told him, "I lied. It’s an endearment for a wife, a husband, like honey or darling. It was a joke. A really bad one, I’m sorry."
Daryl stared at him, first in shock, then in disbelief, but then he rubbed his forehead, thinking of what to say. He didn't look disgusted nor did he run away. Glenn let out a held breath and hoped it was because of the heat that he could see the small smile on Daryl's face widen just a little.
"What do you want me to call you then?"
"Glenn."
"No can do, kid."
Daryl, starting to blush, pushed Glenn's cap down to cover his face and Glenn laughed out loud. He lifted up his cap to see Daryl in the hope that he smiled as well but he was already gone. Glenn was determined to somehow, sometime, make him say his name out loud.