Chapter Summary: The day before thanksgiving, so natural Daryl has to hunt down a turkey. But what is with the constant bickering between Rick and Shane, and when something goes wrong Daryl ends up having to fight his inner demons, with thanksgiving dinner coming up Glenn beginnings to worry where his relationship with Daryl stands.

A/N: This story unlike the others will be mostly in third person. Except with the Italics which will be Daryl's POV. The Italics in Bold is a flashback.

Warnings: Mpreg.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters I'm just enjoying them.

Thanksgiving at the Farm

"You're gonna look for a Turkey, are you sure you'll find any?" Glenn asked Daryl as he was loading up his bow.

"Yes and you are staying here, I'll have Rick and Shane as back up." Daryl told Glenn.

"Okay, I love you." Glenn said as he hugged him.

"I know." Daryl kissed Glenn's cheek as his hand came to rest on Glenn's new baby bump.

"Yo, Daryl let's go!" Shane called from downstairs. Daryl kissed Glenn deeply, and then he grabbed his bow off the dresser where he'd rested it and headed downstairs, Glenn followed. Shane and Rick were in the foyer; Shane grabbed his shotgun from Andrea while Rick was holstering his pistol. Lori and Carl were sitting in the chairs just talking.

"Hey." Glenn said as Maggie walked in from the kitchen.

"Morning, so when can we expect y'all back?" Maggie asked Daryl.

"A few hours, it depends on how soon we bag a turkey. We will be back before night fall." Daryl told her as he slung his bow on his back. Shane and Rick hugged and said bye to Lori and Carl, then they headed outside.

T-Dog was leaning against the R.V. while Dale was on top keeping watch. "You guys watch yourselves." Dale told 'em.

"Daryl wait." Glenn called. Daryl turned as Glenn ran over to him and held out a black long sleeve leather jacket. "I found this a few days ago while scavenging, I picked it up for you." Glenn told him. Daryl was going to take the jacket but Glenn pulled back. "Turn around, I'll put it on you." Daryl rolled his eyes but he had a slight grin as he did as requested, he handed his bow to T-Dog who took it.

Glenn opened the jacket as Daryl reached back with his arms, Glenn slipped the jacket on his arms which Daryl then shrugged the rest of the way on, and he straightened it pulling the caller up. It fit like a glove; Daryl turned back around and kissed Glenn. "Thanks, this should keep me warm." It'd been getting colder every day, and most of Daryl's clothes weren't exactly made for the cold.

"Daryl let's go." Rick called, Daryl looked at him.

"See you in a few hours." Daryl told him. He then grabbed his bow from T-Dog and headed out with Shane and Rick behind him.

The hunting was slow as a few snowflakes fell and the temperature dropped. Daryl was losing the last ounce of his patients as Rick and Shane continued to biker at each other about every little thing.

"You snapped the branch." Shane threw at Rick; it was like the third time he'd brought up, if it hadn't been for that noise they'd be headed home by now with a nice fat Turkey in their clutches, something Daryl would've been extremely happy about.

"I did not." Rick continued to deny, truth was none of them knew who broke the branch. But Shane couldn't let it go.

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I did-"

"Will you two shut the fuck up." Daryl finally snapped as he rounded on them. "We've lost this turkey twice because of your constant bickering, so you both can either shut up or I'm turning this hunt around and going home. Your choice." Daryl finished as he looked at them waiting for a response.

They closed their mouths and set their guns ready to continue. Daryl was pleased with this change in attitude as he turned back around; he'd heard his dad say the same thing to him and Merle during the holidays, so much so that it was permanently engraved in his brain.

Meanwhile back at the farm.

Glenn was upstairs in one of the bedrooms looking in a full length mirror, he'd take his shirt off placing it on the bed as he turned to the side to get his profile, his stomach was distended where the baby was growing safe and warm inside him. He grabbed his pants and tried to button them…again. Even his shirts were starting to get tight and he was feeling a little self-conscious about his new baby weight.

It's been a few weeks since he and Daryl had sex, and that wasn't helping his self-esteem, they've been sharing the same bed, they just weren't having sex. A part of Glenn thinks Daryl is no longer attracted to him now that he's fat.

Patricia came by and knocked on the door, it was open, she just wanted to be polite.

Glenn had his back to the door so when he heard her knock he jumped for his shirt trying to cover himself as he faced her.

"Glenn, I've got something for you." Patricia told him.

"What is it?" Glenn asked as he quickly put his shirt on before following her down the hall to another one of the bedrooms. There was a full sized bed with clothes laid out on it, some were Glenn's favorite shirts and pants, but there were also some of Lori's things as well.

"I altered your clothes so they should fit better and have a little room to grow; I'm doing the same for Lori as she's starting to show." Patricia told him as he noticed the sewing machine against the far wall next to the closet. She walked over to his clothes and picked up one of his shirts and pants, then turned back to him. "Try them on, see if they fit, if not I can alter them some more."

"Thanks Patricia, I'll do that." Glenn said as he took the clothes from her and headed back to the bedroom to change.

As he pulled up his pants zipping 'em, then he closed it together and with a smile on his face the button fit into place unlike his other jeans. He pulled on his shirt rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and buttoning it, he flipped the caller down and looked in the mirror, as long as he didn't tuck it in there was no way anyone who wasn't part of their group would know he was pregnant, that was something to be happy about. Maybe this would help attract Daryl again. That is until he took off his shirt, that thought brought the frown back.

He was pulled from his thoughts when the screen down slammed shut and voices could be heard downstairs, loud voices. He couldn't make out what was being said, until he headed down the stairs.

"That's it, that's the last time I ever take you two hunting with me ever again is that clear!" Daryl yelled at 'em.

"Daryl, we're sorry." Rick said.

"I'm not; I told you he'd miss." Shane said looking at Rick.

"Only because we distracted him and he was right we don't want bullets in our dinner." Rick replied.

"Daryl doesn't miss." Glenn told 'em as he leaned against the banister at the bottom of the stairs.

Daryl looked at Rick and Shane as he said. "He's right, I didn't miss."

"We saw the arrow it went into a tree." Shane said.

"That's true and while you were watching my bow you forgot to watch my knife." Rick and Shane looked at where Daryl kept his knife, it was gone. "By now the Turkey should've bled out or is off somewhere nursing its wound, you two will stay here while I get it." Daryl turned to and left the screen door slamming behind him. Glenn started laughing at the dumb founded looks on Rick and Shane's faces.

Glenn walked up to 'em and said. "You said y'all could make him miss with your constant bickering, he didn't, so as per our agreement anything the other wanted from chores to personal items. Rick you and Shane get to take over my chores and serve me whatever I'm in the mood for, that's available I'm not unreasonable for one week." Glenn told 'em, after all in a post-apocalyptic world how much value was the dollar bill.

Meanwhile back to Daryl who was laughing as he strolled back into the woods to where he'd shot that bird and track it down. He shook his head; he'd heard everything shortly after Shane and Rick decided to join him on his hunting trip for the bird. Daryl's fine with it, he just wasn't going to let Glenn loose the bet. It's been quite the last few weeks since it hit fall, the days shorter the nights cooler, so they've had to find some other way to entertain themselves. Making bets is one of the common things going on around camp.

As Daryl found the location where he'd hit the turkey in the behind with his knife the sun was starting to set. He wanted to get to the turkey before a walker did; he was not losing another pray to them.

It had left a trail of blood that Daryl could see easily among the many fallen leaves, it didn't take long to find it; unfortunately it was still alive. Daryl knelt down next to it as the bird looked at him weakly. "It's okay." Daryl said as he placed his bow against the tree right next to him; then ran his hand down its feathers as it squawked weakly as Daryl grabbed the hilt of the knife. With quick skill he removed the blade and made the killing blow, as it died Daryl felt a little sad for the bird.

He pulled out some twine from his back pocket and tied its legs then hooked it to his belt before he stood up. He took out a bandana and wiped the blood from his blade before he sheathed it. He grabbed his bow when his ears suddenly picked up movement, his first thought was walker, but when he heard voices that were coming from the other direction and didn't sound like anyone from camp, he knew it was more survivors and that could be either a good thing or bad, but if it's bad he didn't want to get caught.

They were close so he didn't have time to run without the risk of being seen. So Daryl ran for the lake that was only a few paces away. Daryl gritted his teeth as he entered the water which was so cold, but luckily none of it was frozen over as he took in a deep breath and went under just as five men came into view.

"Sarge it was right here." One of the guys said to a big guy in military fatigues, the guy next to him didn't look anything like the military.

"Then where is it now? You saw a turkey just laying here?" The guy Sarge asked.

"Yeah, it had a knife in its back."

"You idiot, why didn't you tell me. That means there has to be someone around who owns that knife." Sarge told him. He turned to the rest of his guys who had riffles or shotguns or pistols. "Stay alert if they came back for the bird they could be nearby, spread out and stay on channel three." He commanded; they all switched their walkie-talkies before they spread out in search of him. Daryl groaned behind his closed mouth as he sunk down more and sat there, while he could hear their voices were muffled by the water. His eye sight however could see just fine, and he didn't feel the need to breathe just yet so he stayed calm and waited with the turkey at his side and his bow in his hands.

Meanwhile back at the farm.

Glenn ran downstairs when he realized that it was dark and Daryl had yet to come home. The house was lighted using the gas fueled generator. "Rick." Glenn called as he entered the living area. Rick looked up from where he and Lori were sitting, she was leaning against him as they were talking about old times, and fond memories.

"What's up Glenn?" Rick asked.

"It's been hours, Daryl's not back, and it's dark, I'm getting worried." Glenn told 'em.

"Hershel what time did Daryl leave to get the turkey?" Rick asked.

"I'm not sure, but I know you guys got back at three, Daryl left shortly after and it's now, six forty-eight." Hershel told him.

"Shit." Rick said as Lori moved. Rick and Shane headed out to get their gear to look for him, Glenn followed. Rick turned and told him firmly. "Glenn you stay, if you got hurt Daryl would kill us. Besides the temperature is dropping fast, stay in there with the heater." Glenn knew Rick was right, so, for the safety of his baby he relented and went back inside with Lori as she put her arm around his shoulders and guided him inside.

Just as Rick and Shane were leaving flash lights in hand Daryl stumbled into the clearing. They shined their lights on him, he had his bow on his back and turkey by his side, but what alerted them was that he was soaking wet and shivering, it looked like his lips had turned blue as Rick took off Daryl's bow and Shane took the turkey then they helped Daryl to the house to get him warm.

As the door opened Rick called. "Hershel, we need help." Hershel rushed in followed by Glenn.

"Maggie get the space heater, Beth get blankets and towels, Patricia help me get him undressed." Hershel barked out as they headed upstairs to the bedroom Daryl and Glenn had been using. Glenn immediately turned the bed down as Rick and Shane helped Daryl to lie down, he was no longer shivering, they realized pretty fast that, that was a bad thing.

"Rick check on the gas level in the generator, Hershel I have this." Glenn said as he started to take off Daryl's new soaking wet jacket. Daryl looked at Glenn his eyes glossed over. Beth arrived with blankets and towels, Glenn took one and started to dry Daryl's arms and head, then took off his shirt.

Once the space heater was set up nearby and started heating the room, Glenn told them to get out; he'd take it from here. They left closing the door behind them. Glenn slowly removed Daryl's boots and then his pants and boxers. Daryl's shivering came back with a vengeance. Glenn stripped to his boxers and moved Daryl on the bed placing the blankets on top then slid in next to him.

Daryl tried to speak but his teeth were chattering so much it made it impossible. "Shh." Glenn said as he had Daryl move his arms bent against his chest then Glenn wrapped his arms around Daryl holding him close as he rubbed his arms and side trying to get his circulation to come back.

"I-I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-so c-c-c-cold." Daryl said through his chattering teeth.

"I know Daryl, just relax, stay with me, you'll be warm in just a little while." Glenn said as his rubbing moved up in speed as the sound of the houses heater turned on. Daryl turned his head and looked at Glenn, shortly before falling asleep.

"Daryl, no, you need to wake up, wake up Daryl." Glenn tried shaking him but no reaction.

My eyes snapped open.

I was lying in a full sized bed, and someone was next to me. I smiled as I said. "Glenn." I turned my head and found myself face to face with Nick, my neighbor.

"Who's Glenn?" He asked.

"You're dead." I said in shock, okay I wasn't sure he was actually dead but the odds of him surviving the walkers was pretty slim in my opinion. I quickly stood up and found myself dressed in boxers, that was it. I looked back at Nick and noticed he was wrapping himself in a sheet. This couldn't be right; as I looked around I realized I was in my own bedroom, a place I hadn't seen in months. It was a bare place with only a bed and small dresser, the closet held most of our weapons, as I looked in it I noticed a lack of hunting rifles and shots guns. Something weird was defiantly going on.

Suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the kitchen. I grabbed up my bow from where it was leaning next to the door and ran for the kitchen. But as I entered there was none other than Merle poring cereal. "Merle what are you doing here?" I asked starting to freak out as Nick walked into the kitchen while zipping up his pants.

"Living, it's what you do in your home Darleen." Merle answered. "You better eat, we have work, and Nick get out before I kick you out." Merle said, but there was no fire in his voice, no anger, no hatred. That wasn't like Merle at all.

"Fine, see you tonight." Nick said as he made to kiss me, but I moved out of reach terrified what Merle would say, they both looked puzzled.

"What's up, suddenly shy little brother. Very well I'll be in the truck." Merle said as he passed us while eating his cereal.

"What was that about?" I asked Nick.

"Just Merle being Merle."

"No, Merle would kick my ass for being gay, why aren't his fists flying."

"'Cause he's cool with it, as long as we don't get too gay in front of him and I never hurt his little brother, his words."

"Wait, that can't be right." I was so confused.

Meanwhile the next morning at the farm.

"Glenn, how's he doing?" Rick asked as he entered the bedroom.

"He's warm and out of danger but he's just not waking up." Glenn told him from where he was sitting next to the bed.

"Let him sleep, Shane and I are headed to the traffic jam to get more gas, Maggie's headed to town to pick up some sides for tonight's Thanksgiving meal."

"Okay, I'll go with her; Daryl should be fine here with Hershel and the rest."

"I'm sure he will, and he'll wake up, he just needs rest."

After Rick left, Glenn got dressed in some clothes that should be easy to run in should the need arise, he walked over to Daryl and kissed him. "I'll be back soon my love." Daryl didn't respond. So Glenn headed downstairs where Maggie was waiting.

"Hey Glenn, I had hoped you'd come with me. I got the horse ready; I have the list of things we need so let's head out."

"Sure." Glenn didn't want to leave Daryl, but he knew he needed to go.

Glenn rode the horse with Maggie, keeping his arms around her waist as they rode into town and stopped at a small grocery store, most of the food is unusable due to the lack of refrigeration, but they checked out the can goods and found yams, beets, green beans, Maggie even found some canned pumpkin filling to make pumpkin pie with. Glenn grabbed a couple of wrapped up pie crusts and loaded the stuff into bags before they headed back outside to where Maggie had tied the reigns.

"Let's go." Maggie said as she placed the sacks in the saddle bags. Before they got back on the horse and headed home, there and back took a good couple of hours.

I finished changing tying up my boots as Nick came out of the bathroom after shaving wearing just his jeans. He was hot, but there was something off, for some reason I felt empty as he kissed my cheek.

"See you after work." Nick said as he put on his shirt and headed for the front door. I was very confused as I left my bow by the bedroom door. As I exited the house and took a look around, the yard was surprisingly freshly mowed, which was weird considering Merle and I never mow our yard, I guess that would be Nick's work.

I get in the truck next to Merle and head for Uncle Jess' store for hunters, all the things a hunter could possibly need in one place. Which worked for me, since I knew more about hunting at ten then most knew at forty.

Merle walked to work, he went into a high school that was just down the street from Uncle's Jess' shop, later I found out he worked as a janitor.

I worked like I always did for several hours and as the work day ended there was not a single complaint and Jess was good, I asked him where dad was. "Oh, Daryl, how could you forget, he died in a hunting accident a few months ago."

Everything was to perfect, the guy of my dreams, Merle, okay with me being gay and out of Juvie and working, an honest job. And dad still gone, everything I had wished for before the walkers. For me this would be the perfect life, but there was something missing…no someone was missing. I just couldn't seem to remember who.

Meanwhile Shane and Rick headed to the highway to siphon off more gas for the generator. "I sure hope Daryl wakes up soon, I think Glenn really needs him." Rick said.

"No kidding and he's not the only one, without Daryl we probably would never have gotten that turkey." Shane said before he put the tube in his mouth and sucked. Until gas entered which he quickly spit out and put the tube in the gas can.

"I tell ya Shane I wish I knew what had happened last night. Daryl didn't look injured just wet."

"Yeah, I know what you mean; it's just crazy the way the mind works. Maybe he's going through something."

"Like the fact he won't say 'I love you' to Glenn, even though it's pretty obvious he has feelings for the guy."

"No kidding."

Rick walked over to another car with his can and siphoned gas. It took a couple of hours but by the end they had six gas can's filled. "Let's head back, with any luck Maggie and Glenn will be home." Rick said as they loaded up the car and headed back to the farm.

I picked up Merle from work and headed home as the sun was setting, we got there about the same time as Nick. Merle said he had some work and headed for the garage but as he opened the door he suddenly disappeared. I followed Nick into the house, but as I entered the kitchen I saw Merle, he was dirty, sunburnt and his left hand was just a blood covered stump. "This is your fault." Merle yelled at me as he picked up a knife and attacked me. I dodged and looked for Nick but he was gone.

I grabbed his hand as he tried to stab me. "Merle stop, it's me Daryl." I told him as his knife made contact with my shoulder. I cried out as it pierced my skin. I needed him in the balls, he dropped the knife, then I ran for the bedroom where I'd left my bow, Merle recovered and started to chase me down.

As I entered the bedroom the door closed keeping Merle out. I turned and saw Nick, but he was grotesque and dead as he groaned. I grabbed up my bow and aimed at him, as the arrow pierced his skull his disembodied voice asked. "How could you kill me, I thought you loved me."

"I never loved you Nick I lov-"I stopped myself when there was a voice behind me.

"Daryl?" I spun around to see a full length mirror, with Glenn on the other side. Glenn in clothes that are too tight for his new weight gain.

"Glenn." I walked up to the mirror but as our hands touched I felt the cold glass between us..

"Why can't you say it, I love you." Glenn's eyes had unshed tears in them.

"I can't."

"Why?"

Meanwhile back in the waking world.

Night had fallen and dinner was being placed on the table. Glenn was in the bedroom sitting next to Daryl. "Daryl, please wake up. Thanksgiving dinners almost ready. Our first thanksgiving, you have to be there."

"Glenn, dinner's done, it's time. I'm sorry, I'm sure he'll wake up soon and join us downstairs." Carol said as she stood at the door.

"It's okay, I'm coming." Glenn stood up, kissed Daryl and headed downstairs.

Rick was carving the turkey as everyone was grabbing a seat. Starting from the head of the table and going clockwise. It was Hershel, Rick, Lori, Carl, Shane, Patricia, Beth, Jimmy, Maggie, T-Dog, Andrea, Carol, Dale, Glenn, and it would've been Daryl but he was still upstairs sleeping.

Rick finished and put the carving knife down, then spoke. "I thought not all traditions had to change, so I'm going to make a speech then Hershel's going to bless the meal and we'll eat." Rick picked up his glass filled with wine, which Maggie and Glenn had found several days ago and stored the bottles for thanksgiving. Hershel was drinking water along with Glenn and Lori, and Carl had milk.

"I want to thank Maggie and Glenn first for getting all our sides, the yams, beets and green beans. I want to thank all the women who prepared this thanksgiving feast we are about to enjoy." Rick paused as he looked at Glenn then the empty seat next to him.

"Most of all I want to thank Daryl, he caught our turkey and only shouted at us once, and that's progress." Rick chuckled. "Let's enjoy this meal and remember to save some for Daryl when he wakes up. 'Cause he will." They clinked glasses, then Hershel stood as everyone bowed their heads.

"Our Father, which art in heaven, hollowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen."

Everyone seconded that as Hershel sat down. Soon the food was piling on their plates as they ate with pleasant conversation going around the table.

"Why?" Glenn asked again.

"I promised I wouldn't."

"Promised who?"

"Myself." I said as tears filled my eyes.

"Why would you make such a foolish promise?"

"Because of my mom, I told her I loved her the day she died. I loved my dad and Jess and they died, I loved Merle and he's gone. I can't lose you to."

"Telling someone you love them doesn't make them die or leave you."

"I can't do it, not yet." Those tears finally fell as Glenn disappeared.

Daryl opened his eyes slowly as he sat up in bed, he was wearing boxers again, he knew where he was, the bedroom he'd been sharing with Glenn. He got up and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt before he headed down where everyone was laughing. He heard the clink of glasses as Rick spoke up.

"As the meal comes to an end I think we should go around the table saying what we're thankful for. Because right now that's the most important thing, is to remember what we have. Hershel will you do us the honor of going first." Rick sat back down as Hershel spoke up.

"I'm thankful for my two beautiful girls, Maggie and Beth."

"I'm thankful to have my family, and a little one on the way." Rick said.

"I'm thankful my husband is alive, and that my son is safe and sound in this house."

Carl went next. "I'm thankful my parents are together again and that I'm going to be a big brother."

Shane said. "I'm thankful to old friends." He looked at Rick and his family. "And new friends." He raised his glass to Hershel and his family.

"I'm thankful for a place to sleep." Patricia said.

"I'm thankful for being alive." Beth said.

"I'm thankful for being with Beth." Jimmy said.

"I'm thankful to the safety of our home." Maggie said.

"I'm thankful to being alive and for the steady hands of our vet."

"I'm thankful to new boyfriends." Andrea said as she looked at Shane.

"I'm thankful for caring friends." Carol said speaking of Daryl and all his hard work to find her daughter.

"I'm thankful the R.V.'s radiator is still working." Dale said.

It was Glenn's turn. But he just didn't know what to be thankful for as he looked at the empty seat where Daryl was supposed to be sitting.

"I'm thankful for the Walkers." Every looked at the stairs as Daryl stood there.

"Daryl." Glenn rushed out of his seat and hugged him; Daryl wrapped his arms around Glenn holding him close.

"How long was I out?" Daryl asked.

"Close to twenty-four hours, son. How are you feeling?" Hershel asked as Glenn led Daryl to the table where he sat down.

"Warm and dry."

"What happened Daryl?" Rick asked.

Glenn passed a plate they'd saved for him and set it front of Daryl who started to explain about the men that had seen the turkey, Daryl told them he hid in the lake, under the water for hours.

As I sat there watching some fish swim by the sun had gone down and they'd been looking for me, they all got back to the clearing. "Sarge, I'm sorry." The guy who'd seen the turkey before I'd arrived and collected it said.

"That's okay Bright, let's head back, we'll find another turkey for dinner tomorrow." Sarge said.

"I love you, Sarge." Bright said, a smile in his voice.

"I love you too, Bright." I heard them kissing as the others arrived, Sarge then addressed them.

"Let's head back to camp, the others will be waiting, we'll search in the morning for Thanksgiving dinner." Then they headed off, and I came out of the water taking a deep breath, as the need to breath finally attacked my lungs those last few minutes.

"I realized I was having a problem." Daryl turned to Glenn. "I'm new to this family thing, my family never had thanksgiving, at least not a proper one, and I never had a boyfriend that lasted more than a couple of a weeks. I thought I missed it, my brother and father, the next door neighbor, but as I dreamed of what I had wanted. I realized I no longer wanted it, I had everything I…I had everything I could want." Daryl held Glenn's hand. "So I'm thankful for that, for the walkers, 'cause without them, none of us would be here now, and I wouldn't be an expectant father." Daryl kissed Glenn's cheek as everyone cheered to that.

"Well I'm thankful for you." Glenn said as he gave Daryl a proper kiss.

Several minutes later as the meal came to an end, Maggie and Glenn went to the kitchen and returned with a surprise. "We found the fixings for pumpkin pie." They said as they set desert on the table after clearing away the dishes.

"It's a thanksgiving miracle." Dale said.

Everyone laughed as they ate and before long it was time to turn in. Some had tents, but now most were sleeping in the house or Dale's R.V.

Glenn and Daryl headed upstairs, and as they changed Glenn asked. "What were you dreaming about anyways?"

"Life before the walkers." Daryl explained. "It's not all that important."

Glenn let it go, knowing that Daryl had to keep his secrets until he was ready to talk about them. And Glenn was okay with that, as long as he had Daryl with him, it didn't really matter.

Daryl got in bed and turned the covers down for Glenn; he put his arm around Glenn as they laid down. "I love you, Daryl."

"I know." Daryl still wasn't ready to say it.

But that night as he dreamed being with Glenn, holding their new baby, daughter or son either didn't matter to Daryl, as long as he/she was theirs. He told Glenn just how he felt for him. "I love you, Glenn." Now if only he could say that outside his dreams.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please read and review. Happy Thanksgiving.