Okay so, Glenn wasn’t an idiot. He knew that they had an internet presence, what with the tweets directed towards him that his management told him not to check. But he was curious okay. He just didn’t realize, okay he didn’t realize what googling himself would get him besides a couple of fan pages.
He most certainly didn’t expect art of him, with other people at least. He definitely didn’t expect stores about him and Daryl. He tilted his head at one story and then flushed when he realized what it meant, and then Daryl leaned over his shoulder.
"What are you looking at?" Daryl’s breath brushed against his ear and Glenn slammed the laptop shut, his face red.
"Nothing!" he squeaked.
"Was that porn? Who reads porn?" Daryl asked, making a grab for Glenn’s laptop.
"Loads of people read porn! I can’t exactly watch videos on the bus, I mean it wasn’t even porn Daryl!" At least, he didn’t think it was porn.
"It totally was porn wasn’t it, I saw the word lick," Daryl smirked as Glenn flushed and tried to move away from Daryl. Glenn tried to duck under Daryl and out of the bunk area, and he managed, only to find his laptop in the hands of Daryl, who made the jump to the top bunk easily.
"Oh yeah, this is porn," Daryl said with laughter in his voice. "- and then he took Glenn’s dick in his- wait are you reading porn about yourself?!"
"No!" Glenn yelped, scrambling up on the top bunk. "I just googled myself, I was curious, and then this popped up."
"Wait, who is the he?" Daryl asked, clicking around a bit until his face went pale.
"What? Daryl who was it?"
"That is, they think," Daryl scoffed and closed the laptop. "People think I like you."
"Well you do shove me around a lot like a second grader with a crush." Glenn teased.
"Shut up," Daryl said, shoving him.
Glenn yelped as he almost fell off the top bunk, but Daryl grabbed him with an eye roll.
"What’s so bad about liking me anyways?" Glenn said. "I’m totally handsome," Glenn ruffled his hair like Shane did whenever Rick’s girlfriend was around. "I’m funny, and I can make a mean grilled cheese."
Daryl rolled his eyes. “Keep pushing it and I’ll shove you out of here for real.”
"You don’t mean that," Glenn whispered. "After all you likkkeee me," Glenn leaned in and fluttered his eyelashes just as Shane ducked his head into the bunk room. "Hey, are you two, woah, uhm, I’ll just be, outside."
Glenn flushed bright red, but noticed that Daryl was just as red, and totally wasn’t shoving him off the bed. “Uhm,” Glenn whispered and let out a squeak of surprise when Daryl grabbed his shirt and brought him down for a kiss before slipping off the bunk and shoving past Shane.