A/N: So this is my first Walking Dead fanfic, and I couldn't help myself. I've been obsessing about it for days now and knew I had to write SOMETHING! so this is was happened. hope you enjoy, and feedback is loved and appreciated. Not Betad, because of reasons, so yeah. Let me know of my mistakes and I will fix them :D


Prologue
Seeds

Before all this Apocalypse shit the only thing people really had to worry about were Werewolves, and even then not many people knew about them so it wasn't that big of a worry. For the Law Enforcement it was something mandatory to be educated on them and know how to deal with them, but other than that there were only a small group of people who knew they existed and that suited everybody just fine. Were's were a dangerous lot. They were unpredictable, temperamental, territorial, and most of all dangerous. Yes they usually stayed to themselves, but when they did stray into a populated area, it was usually something to worry about. You never knew what they would do. And even though Rick was trained to deal with Were's is wasn't as if he had to deal with them often. They were rare after all.

But now, after the apocalypse you didn't get the luxury of picking and choosing who you chose to have around you. Plus, despite all of the cons, having a were with you was probably one of the best things that could have ever happened to them. Daryl, while moody, and seemed to always be on the verge of killing someone, was a skilled hunter, tracker, and pretty much everything they had him do. He had quickly become a vital and irreplaceable part of their group.

But just because he was valuable, did mean they would forget about what he was. It seemed as if most of the time everyone forgot about what he was, but then there were those times when he would do something that was so far from human that it was hard to forget. They had leaned to live with the dynamic that had instantly been set by the wolf. Rick had been told that before he had arrived, Shane had been the Alpha male. But Daryl had never seemed to like the man, so there were often fights, that usually drove the were for extended amounts of time. Rick hadn't noticed anything when he'd first arrived though, While he had known about Daryl being a Were, Rick had never had any problems with him. Daryl had apparently seen Rick as a worthy enough alpha and let it be. Sure Rick had to pull Daryl away from ripping some of the groups heads off, but that was about it.

As far as the pack went Rick was the head of the pack, then came Daryl. Glenn was next, followed by Lori. Then everyone else was just there. The kids and elderly came before anyone else, but besides that there really was no rhyme or reason to it. Though Rick did wonder why Glenn was ahead of Lori, but he didn't question it, knowing it would probably lead to a fight. And having Daryl leave would probably be one of the worst ideas ever.

Along with the pack mentality that he seemed to have adopted, there were also the full moon they had to deal with. A few days before and after Daryl became the hardest person to live with. He was snappy, tired, and restless. Rick often had to send him out patrolling, just so people wouldn't get hurt. It was all very stressful, but he knew there nobody else would be able to handle a full frown were. So he dealt with it so everyone stayed safe.

-x-

Daryl wanted to crawl out of his skin. The full moon was that next night, but it wasn't enough for him. Yes he could shift into the wolf, and it helped to a point, but not as much as he wanted it to. He could see the looks Rick was shooting him, full of worry and looking like he wanted to come over and talk to him, but smartly stayed where he was around the small camp fire they had built for the night. Daryl had chosen to sleep away from the group that night, not wanting to snap at anybody because of the moon, but at the same time the wolf wanted to be with its pack. Snorting in annoyance, he turned his back on the small group, deciding he would run perimeter on the small space they had decided to call their home for the night.

He was in the middle of pulling off his shirt, when he heard the soft crunch of foot falls on the ground. Instantly on high alert, he turned his lips pulled back in a silent snarl, a growl bubbling in his chest when he saw it was only Glenn. Letting out a breath, he leaned back, his posture still ridged, as he watched Glenn slowly approach, a small plate of food in his hands.

When he was about five feet away Glenn stopped looking down at the tray, "I though you might be hungry," He said after a moment.

Daryl stared at Glenn for a long moment before shaking his head, "M'not," He mumbled. It was a lie, but the kid didn't have to know that.

Glenn looked at him, his brow arched slightly, "You always seem hungry after the change..." he paused, shifting from foot to foot before speaking again, "I would assume it's because of how much it takes out of you. You never seem to eat much before though...all this pent up energy you've got to be a bit hungry. Plus you need to keep up on you're strength."

Daryl stared at the Asian for a long moment finding himself rather surprised. So the kid paid attention. Interesting, but not all that surprising. Shaking his head he looked at the Glenn, "I'm going hunting kid," He said, his body itching again for the change. He looked at the surrounding forest longingly before looking at Glenn. "Ya aint gotta worry 'bout me,"

Glenn looked skeptical but wisely kept his mouth shut. "Alright," he said after a moment

Daryl nodded before turning again, and undoing his pants. If Glenn decided to stay where he was, he was going to get a flash of Daryls ass—it was his choice after all, Daryl had lost all sense of modesty when it came down to it a long time ago—if he decided to stand there much longer, but as soon as he heard the soft sound of a zipper he left, the quick sound of his foot falls retreating back to the camp. Daryl glanced back a smirk on his lips before letting his pants drop, and the change roll over him.

-x-

Glenn walked back into camp, every once in a while looking back at the spot where Daryl had been. As soon as he hit the soft fire light, his arm was grabbed and he was pulled back to the edge of the fire. "What was that?" Rick asked his voice filled with concern.

The young man stared at Rick blinking a few times in confusion before looking back to the spot, "Oh...I just thought I would offer Daryl something to eat...the full moon is tomorrow after all."

Rick shook his head, "I know. But he's..." Rick paused, chewing on his lip as he tried to find the right word.

"Dangerous? I know." he said with a sigh, "But in a way we all kind of are."

"You know that's not what I meant," Rick sighed, "The full moon is tomorrow, and Were's are unpredictable around this time...I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"I wont get hurt...I know what I'm doing,"

"I know...I know...I just worry. "

Glenn smiled at Rick and nodded, "I'll be fine. Daryl seems to like me after all." and with that the young man walked back towards the camp, setting the food down and heading to his tent. Rick watched him leave before looking into the forest. It was true Daryl had always seemed to have more of a soft spot for Glenn, but accidents happened and he didn't want one to happen to Glenn. They couldn't loose someone else. Sighing and shaking his head, Rick headed back to the camp with one more look towards the forest. He really hoped Glenn knew what he was doing.

TBC...