Glenn&Daryl Drabble
2 weeks after Hershel’s birth
Glenn stifled a yawn as a knock echoed through the room. Startled, he wondered who could be visiting at this late hour. With no radio call to alert him, he tried to suppress his concern. However, considering it was already 3 am, he instinctively gripped his gun and held it at the ready. Unlocking the door cautiously, he took a step back, preparing himself. To his surprise, it was not a stranger but Daryl.
"Hey," Glenn greeted, easing the tension in his grip as he lowered his gun.
Daryl nodded awkwardly, his eyes still weary. "Everything alright?" he asked. He kept glancing behind him as if something was happening inside.
Glenn nodded slowly, observing the fatigue in Daryl's expression. "Yeah... Is everything okay with you?"
Daryl's bloodshot eyes hinted at a recent nightmare. Glenn carefully placed the gun on the dresser next to the door and stepped aside from the entrance. "Wanna come in?"
Daryl shook his head, an apologetic tone in his voice. "Nah. I'll let ya get back to bed. Sorry."
Glenn offered a comforting smile, trying to lesson Daryl's worries. "I wasn't sleeping anyway. Hershel wakes me up every hour," he admitted.
Daryl's face twitched, almost forming a smile, but it stayed faint. "You wanna hold him?" Glenn offered.
Daryl shifted his weight, contemplating the suggestion. "You sure?"
Glenn nodded with assurance. "Of course."
Daryl stepped hesitantly into the room, clearly concerned that he was disrupting Glenn's rest, despite the reassurance. Glenn patted his back “Come on, he’s in here,”