Couple: Daryl/Glenn

Genres: Supernatural, Romance, Horror

Summary: The fictional world of the supernatural turns out to not be so fictional after all, which the group of survivors soon find out when a good portion of the planet starts being over-run by flesh eating zombies. But zombies aren't the only creatures of the supernatural proven to be real. Werewolves seem to enter reality as well. And the survivors can't believe who the werewolves turn out to be.

Not So Fictional World

A Walking Dead fanfic

Chapter 1: Wolf plus Wolf Equals Imprint

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Everyone thought life was simple, that the world is predictable, especially when it comes to human phycology, you know, what makes humans tick. When really…none of that is true reality; Life isn't simplistic. The world has so many life sources, is too expansive, and changes too constantly to be predictable, especially humans. Humans are the most unpredictable things there is in existence so far. So many personalities, so many influences, different upbringings, and throw emotions in the middle of all of that? You either get a good light source and warmth or a wildfire spinning out of control.

It all depends on if the intake of experiences through life was positive or negative and how that person takes it and deals with it. Again, the results are unpredictable. So whoever made hell on earth an actual reality either must have been enormously stupid or someone isn't too happy about their past and chose now to do something about it 'cause last time people checked, zombies didn't roam the land everywhere you looked. Yeah, zombies; real life zombies! Or Walkers as people mostly call them now; the ones that eat flesh like a school of piranhas and die and come back as the living dead to eat more people. Now, unlike most organisms, zombies are not born, they're created, created by the mix of different chemicals and other science, so it is obvious there is a person behind this; the who and the why are the main mystery. But before we get to all of that, let's go back five months, near where it all began where we will join Glenn Rhae, a 20 year old pizza delivery guy, and Daryl Dixon, a 32 year old badass, backwoods redneck.

Early January 2011

'How far is this house?' Glenn thought with slight annoyance as he drove the delivery car with the boxes of pizzas on the backseat, inside the warmer. He was starting to regret the mile extension of delivery his job offered. He had been driving for half an hour already to deliver the order of two boxes of meat-lovers pizza and he still wasn't to the house yet. He had one more delivery after this one then he can go home and relax, but it feels like it will take eternity to get home at this rate.

All he saw for miles were land, trees and the occasional gas station or farm animal. He was a city guy, so he wasn't all that used to nothing but country land…well…in human form that is. You see, Glenn isn't what he seems to the eye. If you look at him, you won't notice anything different; He seems no different from any other person, you might think, but oh no, he's very much different. He's actually not human at all; he is what his kind call a Wolf Shifter. And the name alone is basically what it means; you shift or change in to a wolf. None of that Werewolf crap you hear in movies, though. So don't think he turns into a wolf by a full moon, or if he bites someone they have the wolf curse or some crap like that. He turns in to a wolf when he wants to. And no, his clothes don't turn to shreds when he shifts. Actually they don't transfer to his wolf form at all; his clothes stay with his human form. He was about to give up on finding this house and call the people, when he finally found it….not the house but the sign, the address sign.

'Well, that explains why I didn't see the house for miles…it's in the middle of the woods. I would've missed the gravel trail if I hadn't looked over here in time.' He mentally mused while making a turn on to the gravel road and continuing on down it to the house.

All that was around Glenn was underbrush, trees, and a pretty looking pond out to the far left of the gravel road. Up a few more yards and there was the house. It was a simple one-story house, nothing noteworthy about it or anything.

He parked near the resident's four vehicles, which were a truck, two motorcycles, and a jeep. He got the pizzas and started walking to the porch to ring the doorbell. After he rang the doorbell, he began to catch the scent of something…something he recognized. He blinked in disbelief.

'A Wolf Shifter? Here?'

Glenn has never met another Wolf Shifter before…well, except Penny, a nurse from the foster home that practically raised him for a good four and a half years until he was adopted. She was a Wolf Shifter and taught him everything he knows about their kind. Other than her, he has never met another wolf. He didn't have much time to dwell on it 'cause the door was already opening. A man…much older than him had answered the door. He had short brown hair, some hanging down to lay on his forehead swept to the side and some strands framing his face near his ears, had light blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, was nicely built, had muscled arms, he was taller than Glenn, too.

Glenn realized the wolf scent was coming from this man, he was the Wolf Shifter he smelled; he was no doubt a dominant, that's for sure. When Glenn met eyes with the man, he felt this tug, a pull in his chest, then it seemed like nothing mattered…nothing except this man before him.

The half an hour drive here, wanting to go home and relax…none of that mattered anymore. He felt….strangely happy to be here in front of this guy who he had just met. Wait a second….did he just imprint?

"….Hi…." Glenn softly greeted with awe in his voice. Great, now he feels like an idiot. Who says hi like that?

Daryl was on the couch with his brother Merle watching T.V. when the doorbell rings. Daryl offered to get it, so he got up, walked in the short hallway, and opened the door. And that's when he was met with the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Daryl took one look at the boy on his door step and boom! He suddenly felt that this kid was the most important person in the world to him. And they just met! Hadn't even spoken yet and already he was drawn to him. He was damn sexy, too; short very dark brown hair looking black when light isn't on it, dark brown eyes, a couple shades tanner than Daryl…oh…wait a minute….was that...wolf he smelled….oh god, it's from him! This boy is a wolf too? God, this must have been his lucky day! He's never known another wolf before, never even knew if there were others like him out there. He was so happy!

"….Hi…." The kid softly greeted with awe in his voice.

Probably just as shocked as Daryl was to meeting another wolf like this. A smile grew on Daryl's face when he heard the beautiful voice of this beautiful creature.

"…Hi…" He greeted back in content, happiness clear in his voice. Man, if his brother saw him right now, he would wonder if he was hit on the head or something. Daryl wasn't the bubbly, always happy type of person. If ever he was happy, it was mostly done in silence; it was subtle and rarely shown to anyone. He didn't show it on his face much, let alone in his voice. But this kid makes him feel all light and warm inside, his happiness has no choice but to spill over to his face and voice. The kid then seemed to snap himself out of their sudden trance by blinking and briefly looking down while clearing his throat.

"Here's your delivery." He said going back to casual.

Daryl snapped out of their trance as well and took the two boxes he and his brother ordered then dug in his pocket for the money and handed it to him.

"Keep the change." Daryl said kindly. The kid smiled gratefully.

"Thanks." The kid said happy about the tip.

Daryl noticed the kid wanted to say more, but the kid was hesitating. Probably not sure if it was appropriate since he was on the job, but Daryl didn't care. It turned out the kid decided against saying anything else besides a kind departing phrase and began to turn away to leave. Daryl wouldn't have it, so he sat down the pizza boxes and stopped him by speaking while stepping outside and closing the front door.

"Wait!" That stopped the boy from walking any further from the house and he turned around to face Daryl curiously. Daryl walked down the porch steps to walk up to the Asian kid. "Yer a wolf, too?" Daryl asked. The boy nodded.

"Yeah…," Said the boy, then he held his hand out for a greeting shake.

"I'm Glenn Rhae."

When Daryl took his hand to shake, they both felt pleasant shivers run through them at the contact.

"Daryl Dixon," When Daryl got done introducing himself, they both didn't let go of each other's hand right away, they kept them there for a few seconds longer before letting go. Daryl was gazing at Glenn with loving eyes of admiration. "God, this is amazin'….I didn't know there were others." Daryl continued, again, his happiness showing in his voice. Glenn blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"I didn't know there was more this nearby." Admitted Glenn.

"Can I have yer number?" Daryl asked suddenly. Glenn gave him a look that stated that what he had asked had never been expected. To make it less awkward Daryl added in a casual reason. "Ya know…so we can talk about the whole wolf thing…if we need to. Gotta stick together, right?"

Glenn paused looking surprised he was really offering his number. Daryl doesn't exactly look like the social type. Glenn looked relieved and happy to be receiving it, though.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Glenn replied as he took out his phone and Daryl did the same, and they exchanged numbers. Glenn looked up at Daryl when they were done. "Well, I gotta go now, I got another delivery waiting." He said this with a hint of sadness. Daryl was filled with hope. So he did want to stay with him. Maybe….

"When are you done?" Daryl asked.

"The next one is my last then I'm done for the day."

"How about when you get done you call me and we can meet up and spend some time together then?" He posed. Glenn's face brightened.

"Okay," Glenn looked so excited he looked like he wanted to hug him, but Glenn decided not to and began to walk backwards to his car. "See ya later, then."

Daryl chuckled in amusement at Glenn's child-like excitement while he waved him off.

"Later!" Daryl called then walked back to the porch to go inside and eat his and Merle's dinner with a smile on his face. His brother questioned him on what he was smiling so much about. Daryl just casually answered that it was because the food finally got here and about how starving he was. Merle accepted that and continued eating.

'Oh my god! He actually offered to give me his number! I can't believe I actually have it right now. God, he has a sexy country accent! I can talk to him anytime now. That's good since he's my imprint. I thought I would have to go back sometime later and ask for his number. That would've been really awkward. Oh, I'm so glad I found my imprint! At 20, too; I'm glad for that. Young love is the best kind.' Glenn thought happily as he drove to the next delivery.

He can't wait till he gets done with work. Spending time with his imprint will be amazing. Speaking of imprint, Daryl doesn't even know he imprinted on him. Glenn decided he'll tell him when he meets him after work. He desperately hopes Daryl imprinted on him, too. If not then it can get complicated. When a wolf imprints on another wolf but the other wolf doesn't imprint back then they can still be a couple if the feelings are mutual, but the relationship will soon end when they find their imprint. The imprint bond is too strong to ignore and rebel against. To do so would be the equivalent of ripping your heart out.

Rejecting the imprint bond has serious consequences; the wolf either eventually dies or goes insane. Neither is worth it. The imprint bond doesn't necessarily have to always be romantic love, though. The bond doesn't force love at all. The imprinted get to choose what kind of relationship they want with their imprinter. And the imprinter will be content enough to just be in their imprint's life. So the imprint bond is very relenting. All throughout the rest of Glenn's work-time, all he thought about was Daryl and all the things that could be in store for when he sees him again.

An hour and a half later

Daryl was in his room tending to his crossbow when his phone rings. He checked the ID and saw it was Glenn. Happiness immediately rushed through him.

"Hey, I'm guessin' yer done?" Daryl said when he answered his phone.

'Yeah, I'm done.' Glenn stated through the line.

"Great, you know that pond that's near my house?"

'Yeah.'

"Meet me there on yer way back."

'Okay, I will.'

"Alright, see ya soon."

Daryl hung up then started to head out to the pond. Once there, he sat near the edge and waited for Glenn to arrive. When Glenn got near the area, Daryl smelled him before he saw him walk up and sit next to him.

'God, he smells good!' Daryl mentally stated.

"Hi." Glenn greeted with a smile. Daryl smiled back easily, feeling that rush of happiness double from when he talked to him on the phone.

"Hey…it's good to see you again."

Glenn blushed a little at that statement. "It's nice to see you, too."

A moment of pause went between them for a few seconds while they watched nature before Daryl spoke again.

"So…where have you been hangin' out at all this time?"

Glenn giggled a little before replying, which was music to Daryl's ears.

"Atlanta."

"Atlanta? You live in Atlanta?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah." Glenn confirmed.

Daryl huffed in disbelief. "A wolf livin' in a city? How do ya manage that? I can't imagine bein' a werewolf in a city. All those people around all the time…how do ya shift and get around without bein' seen?" He posed curiously. Glenn shrugged with a closed-mouthed smile, feeling prideful that he had made his lifestyle work when others thought it near impossible.

"Neh, it's not that hard, really. I deliver pizza, remember? I'm all over the city all the time. I know a lot of shortcuts and less occupied places that I can sneak through to get to the woods." Then Glenn paused and looked over at Daryl questioningly. "….Wait a sec…being a what in a city?" He asked remembering what Daryl had called them.

"Werewolf….why?" Daryl asked in confusion at Glenn's question.

'Werewolf ? He doesn't mean that seriously, does he?' Glenn thought in disbelief. Glenn analyzed his eyes and face. 'He doesn't look like he's kidding.' Then Glenn realized it. 'Oh my god, he really is serious! He thinks we're Werewolves. So he has no idea what we're really called? How can that be? Surely someone has told him…right?'

"We uh….who told you we're Werewolves?" Glenn asked in wondering. Glenn could tell Daryl had a rush of emotions spark up at that question and tried his best to not let any show, but it wasn't enough to keep Glenn from seeing one of them but only for a split second: Sadness. He saw sadness flash in his eyes…but why?

"No one," Daryl said casually like it meant nothing to him. But Glenn could tell it did. "I figured it all out on my own." He tried to say this proudly but it lacked fire, it lacked passion.

'On his own? He lived through this all on his own? Gosh, no wonder I saw sadness. He went through this life without knowing what he is, or even the why and how. That's so horrible! Who could let that happen to him!?' Glenn thought feeling upset.

"That's horrible." Glenn said in disapproval. Daryl looked confused again.

"What is?"

"That no one told you. It's horrible that you were forced to learn everything on your own without being informed by someone who knows this stuff. It must've been so overwhelming…..I'm so sorry for whoever made it that way for you. I can't imagine going through all this without some type of guidance or knowledge." He empathetically stated with a pinch of anger, anger at the people that didn't tell Daryl anything about their kind, not one thing. Daryl looked shocked. He was shocked because he didn't tell Glenn he lived through being a Werewolf alone and how bad it was for him at first. So how did Glenn know all that?

"How…how did you know all that?" Daryl asked in pleasant awe at how accurate his description was of his past. No one has understood him like that before; especially when he doesn't out right tell them. Not even his brother.

"I figured it out when you called us Werewolves…'cause we aren't Werewolves. The definition that follows that term doesn't fit us, though, we come close. Humans made that stuff up to make scary movies and other things." He said gently with kind eyes. Daryl gazed at him, realization washing over him slowly.

"So…we aren't weak to a certain type of metal?" He ventured unsurely. Glenn smiled at him comfortingly.

"No."

Daryl paused in thought before speaking again. "Or make people turn in to us'n curse'em if we bite'em?"

"No." Glenn repeated.

Daryl sighed audibly, taking it all in. Then Daryl huffed out a breath with a smile of amusement while shaking his head.

"I can't believe I actually believed that crap." Daryl stated. That's when Glenn laughed.

"Don't worry; I believed all of that at one point, too. We are very close to that, so who wouldn't think that at first glance?" Glenn soothed. Daryl grinned at him and playfully pushed Glenn's bicep lightly with his own, making Glenn giggle cutely, which caused bubbles of fondness and affection around his heart. "So…," Glenn continued. "I'm sure you're wanting to know what we're really called, huh?"

"Yeah." Daryl answered intently and a little excited. He was finally gonna get some answers to his years old questions he's been wondering since he was a teenager. Glenn smiled.

"We're called Wolf Shifters."

Daryl let that term echo in his head a bit. He liked it. It sounded way cooler than Werewolf.

"Wolf Shifters," Daryl repeated, trying it on his tongue. "Sounds way more badass than Werewolf, that's fer sure."

Glenn laughed again in amusement. "You're funny, you know that?"

Daryl smirked. "Glad I could be of service." He joked while giving a mock salute, making Glenn giggle some more and playfully punch him in the arm painlessly.

Glenn told him everything he should know about their kind that day; all the powers they have, why they exist, how they exist, imprinting, pack mind linking, everything.

"And that's what causes us to shift the first time. It can be anything as long as it is intensely strong." Glenn finished explaining as they walked through the woods. Daryl hummed in understanding.

"Any emotion?" Daryl asked.

"Any emotion…as long as it's intense enough." Glenn assured him.

They were currently going over why a Wolf Shifter shifts so unexpectedly on the first experience.

"Huh…well, that explains it." Daryl stated. Glenn gazed over at him curiously.

"What did it for you?" Glenn asked him.

Daryl sucked air through his teeth, making a soft, brief hissing sound.

"S'not too happy." He warned. Glenn gazed over at him with reassuring eyes.

"It's fine, I wanna know."

Daryl nodded. "Well…I lived in the small town of Jasper at the time. I was fourteen. I wanted some peace'n quiet, so I went for a walk. A couple older kids saw me and recognized me as Merle's gay brother. It was obvious they had a problem with gays so they chose ta take it upon themselves ta punish me for what they call 'a sick crime against nature'. So they started to come towards me to beat me up, one of them pickin' up a baseball bat from their yard. I can handle fist fights but not so much against weapons, especially when I've got nothin', so I ran. When I spotted an opening in the woods, I went to dash in there hopin' to lose the punks through the dense trees. I was so scared they might actually kill me. I got to thinkin' about it an it scared me even more and then….I lunged in to the air to jump a log. When I landed I noticed I was on four feet instead a two, and that's when I realized I wasn't human anymore."

Glenn slipped his hand in to Daryl's in comfort and Daryl firmly gripped it in reply.

"They wouldn't of been able to hurt you with a bat, no matter how hard the bastards tried." Glenn said softly as they stopped at a nice spot in the woods and sat down side by side with their hands still clasped together.

Daryl smiled and his eyes softened. He could tell Glenn was angry for him. "Why's that?" He replied softly back in curiosity.

"'Cause we can't be hurt so easily like humans can. The bat to our skin would feel like this." Glenn then lifted his free hand up to tap Daryl on the arm with no pressure added to mimic the impact of something like a bat. Daryl looked amazed.

"Really? It'd feel just like that?"

"Mmhmm." Glenn answered.

"That would just feel like a touch, not a hit." Daryl stated in surprise. Glenn nodded.

"Yeah, for us the bat or things like it wouldn't have any sting on impact to our skin, we would just feel the touch, like someone simply touching your arm like I did."

Daryl grinned at that. "Wow…that's so cool! So was I always able to do that this whole time?"

"Well…no, not always; our abilities awaken at different ages of our early years. They begin slowly awakening separately at age nine, but you don't start noticing the changes till age twelve. Like….," He tried thinking of a good explanation.

"…Our ability of not getting hurt so easy by petty human inventions and weapons don't start till age twelve, so you were pretty much near untouchable by the age of fourteen." Glenn explained. Daryl's eyes lit up with understanding.

"Okay, I get it now. So at what age do we have all our abilities?"

"By the time your fifteenth birthday comes around."

"Whoa, really?" Daryl asked in disbelief.

"Yup….hence why I said you were near untouchable by fourteen."

"Hmm…knowin' that now makes me regret not pummelin' those jerks." Daryl mused. Glenn hummed in agreement then leaned his head down to lay on Daryl's shoulder, their hands still clasped. Glenn then breathed in deeply then letting out the breath in a sigh full of content.

'He smells really good.' Glenn mused mentally.

Daryl's heart beat faster then, and he felt very elated to have him this close; he felt whole, like there was nothing in the world he could want more. All he needed was Glenn close to him and he was completely satisfied with life.

'What's happening to me? Why do I feel this way for'em, someone I haven't even known for a full day yet?' Daryl mused.

"I have something to tell you." Glenn stated softly in the peaceful silence that spread over them, not yet moving from his current position. Daryl briefly squeezed Glenn's hand to comfort him in to telling him.

"What is it?" The older wolf posed curiously. Glenn then lifted his head from Daryl's comfy shoulder and met his brown eyes with Daryl's blue ones a bit nervously. "It's okay….tell me." Daryl continued to coax when he noticed Glenn hesitating to start. Glenn directed his beautiful brown eyes down to stare at their connected hands.

"…Remember what I told you about imprinting?"

Daryl gazed at him then followed his gaze to their connected hands clueless.

"Yeah."

Glenn paused for a few seconds before he spoke again.

"….Well…today…on your doorstep was when I…..when I imprinted on you." Glenn whispered the last part, but because of their enhanced hearing Daryl heard it clearly.

Daryl's eyes widened and he turned his eyes away from their joined hands to slowly look up and meet Glenn's brown eyes in shock.

End chap. 1

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