When I tell you I hate you...

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or any of the characters, they belong to their respective owners.

A/N: There's not really much to say, thought I'd try my hand at a Daryl/Glenn slash, see how it pans out. I'm generally an alternating POV type writer but I've done some third person stuff, this story seems to work better in third person. Your thoughts would be really appreciated, hope you enjoy xxx

Chapter One: Happens so fast.

It was finally quitting time and Glenn had never been so glad to see the clock hit 7, he hated working this late and he knew it wasn't fair. But he'd be damned if he was gonna start a "workers rights" argument with his boss, that would only guarantee he lost his job.

Glenn knew working as a pizza delivery boy wasn't much of a job but it was one he needed to help him work his way through college. It's not that his parents wouldn't help him out if he needed it, but his family had never been that well off and he didn't want to start asking them for money they didn't have.

Glenn just wasn't that kind of guy.

But today was one of those days where you wouldn't really care if the world ended, Glenn thought to himself. He was tired, he was cold and he'd been stuck on that death trap of a company moped all day, he had kinks in his muscles he didn't think he'd ever work out.

Glenn didn't go straight home, he knew he'd never sleep like that, he stopped off at a little bar he'd never been in before, and it seemed a nice enough place.

One of those plushly furnished, family-run bars you got on soap operas.

Glenn took one of the bar stools and waved the bartender over to him.

"What can I getcha, son?" He asked, wiping a beer glass with a rag as he spoke.

How cliché. Glenn thought to himself.

"Just a beer, thanks." Glenn said, tapping his fingers against the bar.

He looked up to see the suspicious look the bartender was giving him. "Can I see some I.D, son?" He asked, causing Glenn to roll his eyes. He got this every fucking time, and it irritated the hell out of him.

Glenn dug deep into his wallet and pulled out his drivers license, handing it to the man who studied it carefully and then smiled slightly.

"Sorry, kid. You're older than you look." He handed Glenn back the I.D and produced a bottle from under the bar that he handed to Glenn, and suddenly Glenn wasn't so annoyed any more.

"No problem, man." He replied, just to make sure there were no hard feelings, taking a sip from the bottle and relaxing into that familiar taste.

Glenn put the beer bottle on the bar and began to stretch his arms around his back, turning his neck from side to side to try and release the kinks from his muscles, he felt marginally better.

It was at that moment, however, that Glenn saw him for the first time. He was sat on the other side of the bar wearing a black wife beater. He was a good few years older than Glenn and had light-ish brown hair that fell lightly over his eyes. Glenn noticed the slender muscles in his arm as he brought a glass to his lips and downed a shot of what Glenn supposed was whiskey. There was something about this man that Glenn couldn't look away from, he suspected out of everything it was probably his deep, bedroom eyes.

The bartender that served Glenn then walked over to the man and leant against the bar, Glenn pretended not to be listening but he was.

"Hey, Daryl," the bartender began, "where's Merle? Haven't seen him in the past few days."

"Probably banged up for starting a fight with some guy a few days ago," "Daryl" replied in a sexy southern drawl. "Heard the guy lost his front teeth out of it."

The bartender chuckled. "Yeah, sounds like Merle. Wha'chu been up to then, Daryl? Ain't seen you for the past few days, neither."

Daryl shrugged, making Glenn notice the muscles in his shoulders again. "Fuck all." He answered.

"That might change." The bartender told him, and Glenn watched as Daryl looked up.

"Yeah? Whys that?"

The bartender leant forward. "There's some kid eyeing you up across the bar."

Oh God, Glenn thought.

He turned away immediately, feeling his cheeks burning in pure embarrassment. That fucking bartender didn't have to rat me out. He thought. Dammit.

Glenn prayed that Daryl would take one look at him and lose interest, maybe leave or just not think to bring it up.

After about a minute he turned back and breathed a sigh of relief, Daryl was gone. Maybe he'd just gone home? Taken one look at Glenn and decided...

"Hey, can I buy you a drink, kid?" Came that same husky, southern accent Glenn had heard across the bar, but this time it was directly in his ear, cool breath ghosting over his skin.

Glenn swivelled around immediately, startled and fell off the bar stool. Strong hands shot out and wrapped themselves around Glenn's form before he hit the floor, Glenn looked up and was suddenly face to face with Daryl. His eyes were even more entrancing close up.

Glenn was too caught up in the moment to realise how much of a dumb ass he'd been to fall off the fucking stool like a love sick teenager. Daryl was so close to him, and...

But the moment seemed to let him go when Daryl retracted his arms from Glenn and rested his hands on the bar, he chuckled slightly and Glenn still didn't have his head clear enough to be angry at himself for being captivated by the sound.

"I'm not that scary, kid." Daryl told the kid, cocking his head to one side as he watched as the kid seemed to realise what he was doing, the pinkish blush spread across his cheeks and Daryl had to fight a smile, it was kinda cute.

"The name's Daryl." He introduced, thinking because they'd practically just cuddled like fucking teenagers they were past handshakes.

"Glenn." He replied, seemingly more aware of his actions now.

Daryl stared at Glenn for a few moments more, Glenn found the scrutinizing gaze unnerving, like he was seeing directly into Glenn's brain with just a look.

"Tough day?" Daryl finally asked.

"Err..." Glenn began, confusion sweeping his mind. "Yeah, how...did you know?"

"I know a man with whose just come out of a tough days work," he gestured to Glenn's arms. "Been stuck in a car or on a bike all day, I bet. The way you were stretching your muscles when you first came in."

"You saw that?" Asked Glenn, blushing again.

"It was fucking distracting." Daryl informed him, dangerously close again.

"I...err, I..." Glenn began, backing away slightly, his breath getting caught in his throat. He knew if he were this close to this mesmerising man for too long he'd do something stupid.

"I have to go." Glenn said quickly, swivelling on one foot and practically running to the door with as much dignity as he could muster.

Daryl leant against the bar as he watched him walk away, he felt the disappointment sweep his stomach.

Then, suddenly, at the door, Glenn turned around to face him.

"C...can I see you again?" He called over quickly.

Daryl cocked his head to the side again and smiled.

Less than a month later.

Daryl's pick up truck pulled up slowly in front of Glenn's apartment block, Daryl checked with the address he had written down and knew this was the right place. He parked up and sat in the pick up, he supposed he should have gone and knocked on the door for Glenn but he didn't, he just sat there, drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

Daryl laughed internally at himself, trying desperately to convince himself he wasn't actually fucking nervous about going on a date with the kid. Daryl Dixon didn't do nervous, Merle would kick his ass if he ever found out, too.

Generally, Daryl would never have gone out on a date, it wasn't his style. Hell, it wasn't Dixon style. But there was something about the kid he wanted to see again, and a date seemed to be the kind of thing he'd be into so Daryl didn't have much of a choice.

He'd tried to organize a date like scenario with as much information as he had. He figured dinner, and a movie...that's how dates went, didn't they?

He'd dressed up all nice...but he hadn't bought Glenn flowers, he'd stopped himself at that. The hell if he'd ever buy anyone flowers.

Glenn checked himself over for the umpteenth time in the mirror on the inside of his closet door, he wasn't sure what he was checking for, really. The rational part of his brain doubted his appearance had changed that much in the five minutes since he'd last checked himself.

Glenn didn't understand why he was so nervous about going on a date with Daryl. I mean, he thought to himself, I don't even know the guy.

And it was true, the men had met once that first time in the bar when Glenn had acted like an absolute idiot, and they'd texted a few times since that to arrange this date but that was it.

But Glenn understood that there was something safe about texting, it was easier speaking to someone you weren't face to face to. It was safer, too.

Glenn was terrified Daryl was gonna hate him or something.

Why would he hate me? Glenn tried to mentally assure himself, I'm not that bad...

Glenn suddenly jumped at the swift knock on his apartment door, he turned around and walked to the door, willing himself not to act as much as an idiot as the first time they met.

Glenn opened the door and drank in Daryl's appearance, so unlike when they had first met. This time, Daryl was wearing a button down dress shirt and light jeans, his hair still fell adorably into his eyes like it had when they met but it was evidently combed, it was obvious Daryl had made an effort.

He looked great.

"You look great," Daryl finally said, breaking off Glenn's ogling by mimicking his thoughts exactly, Glenn felt himself blushing and tried to ward it off.

"Thanks," Glenn finally replied, grinning nervously.

"So..." began Daryl, standing awkwardly in the hallway and palming the pockets of his jeans because he had nothing else to do with his hands. "Do you wanna go?"

"Sure." Said Glenn, maybe a bit too brightly. He stepped out of the apartment and locked it behind him, they both left the building in silence and walked awkwardly together to Daryl's pick up.

When they began dinner things became much more chilled between the pair, once they were in a comfortable environment the awkwardness vanished and they began talking like they'd been friends for years. They talked about a lot of things that didn't really matter, like books and music and TV, but Glenn didn't mind. He felt comfortable, he felt like he was having a really good time.

As Daryl listened to Glenn talk about some crap band Daryl hated like they were God's gift to Earth he really didn't mind, maybe dates weren't that bad after all.

Something definitely had to be said about all of this, even if they personally didn't realise it, there was an instant connection between the two of them, like a spark.

"So," asked Glenn, taking a swig of his beer, "what do you do, then?"

"I work for my old man's garage," Daryl told him without hesitating, he chuckled a little to himself, "I mean, the pays pretty good but it's not that impressive."

Glenn laughed slightly, "I deliver Pizzas." He told Daryl, raising an eyebrow.

Daryl laughed slightly, "yeah, okay."

They both laughed together then, they met each others eyes for a brief moment, before looking away embarrassedly, even Daryl had to admit it was kind of cute.

"Yeah, I'm not really that interesting." Glenn muttered, more to himself than anything else, but apparently Daryl had hawk-like hearing and cocked his head to the side, something Glenn picked up that Daryl did a lot, he was quickly finding it adorable.

"You're al right, really." He told Glenn, in that voice that suggested he shouldn't think badly of himself.

Glenn smiled slightly at Daryl, feeling something he wasn't entirely uncomfortable with in the air.

When they moved onto the movie theatre, they began by sitting on their individual seats, not touching, but in comfortable silence. They watched the movie quite happily, and Glenn thought he might actually like Daryl's choice in film, it was some action/thriller that was actually really interesting.

It might have been the unexplainable thing in the air, it might have been both of them getting lost in the film, it might have just been because they were sat in the dark and couldn't see each other, but somewhere through the course of the two hour film both Daryl and Glenn realised they had their arms snaked around each other lazily, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Daryl shifted uncomfortably as he felt Glenn's warm body pressed against him, and then suddenly their eyes locked together.

All of a sudden Glenn couldn't care about the climax of the movie.

It felt like almost no time at all when they were suddenly kissing each other like their lives depended on it, Glenn felt Daryl's lips move against his and couldn't help but moan when he felt him push his tongue into Glenn's mouth.

The kiss was perfect and seemed to go on forever until they both inevitably had to break away for air.

Glenn stared up at Daryl; breathing hard and looking gorgeous with swollen lips.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Daryl asked.

"Fuck yeah." Said Glenn immediately.

Glenn and Daryl stumbled into Glenn's apartment, mouths moulded together like they would never come apart. As soon as they got inside the apartment, Daryl shoved Glenn roughly up against the door but with a gentle edge and pulled his top roughly over his head, before Glenn could say anything, Daryl dipped his head down and licked a gentle, warm path along Glenn's chest, flicking a nipple with his tongue as he made his way up to Glenn's neck. Daryl began to suck tortuously on Glenn's neck and Glenn couldn't contain the throaty moan of pure pleasure that escaped him.

As Daryl continued his attack on Glenn's neck, Glenn reached out blindly and undid the buttons on Daryl's shirt, letting his hands roam free over Daryl's hard muscled, hot skin, he heard Daryl groan against his neck and Glenn slid his hand down Daryl's chest to his jeans, he palmed Daryl's hardness through his jeans.

Groaning at the stimulation, Daryl brought his head up to Glenn's again and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"OH, oh God..." Glenn gasped into Daryl's assaulting mouth, "God, Daryl...please...fuck me."

Daryl groaned loudly, how fucking hot was this kid?

It was in that moment that Daryl knew he couldn't control it, he was completely gone. There was no going back now.

Daryl curled his arm around Glenn's ass and lifted him up, Glenn wrapped his legs around Daryl's waist, they moaned in unison as their erections rubbed together, the friction too sweet between them.

Daryl walked Glenn to the bed and let them both drop onto it, keeping one arm securely around Glenn to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

Climbing on top of Glenn, Daryl caught sight of Glenn's flushed face and tantalisingly swollen red lips.

Daryl felt himself go crazy as he kissed Glenn again, hard, swallowing Glenn's moans as he wrestled the kid out of his jeans.

Glenn moaned as he mimicked Daryl's actions and dragged the older man's jeans midway down his muscular thighs. Glenn couldn't think straight, he was under Daryl's spell and he couldn't break away from it. It was something about the way Daryl looked, or maybe the way he smelled...Glenn didn't know...all he knew was that he wanted more.

Glenn finally freed Daryl's hard member from it's confines and stared in awe but nervousness at Daryl's impressive cock.

Daryl caught the look Glenn was giving him and knew what was worrying the kid, he knew he was hung, he knew it was a good thing but it scared some people, especially people who were...

"Glenn, is this your first time, with a guy at least?"

Glenn sat up slightly, "no, no it's not," he admittedly honestly, "I've just..." he blushed slightly, "I've never had anyone as...big as you."

"I promise to go slow." Daryl promised in a whisper.

Glenn stared up into Daryl's beautiful, bedroom darkened eyes and felt a wave of emotion in his stomach, he laid back down slowly and stared up into Daryl's eyes, willing him to continue.

Daryl prepared both of them quickly, rolling a condom onto his cock. Daryl leant forward and entered Glenn slowly, watching in awe at the face Glenn made when he did that, it was...like nothing Daryl had ever seen before. He wasn't exactly an emotional type of guy, but there was just something about this kid...

When Daryl was fully sheathed inside Glenn's tight warmth, it took all of his will power not to move, it was only after a few moments that Glenn stroked Daryl's face.

"I'm okay." Glenn whispered, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face.

Daryl began to rock slowly inside of Glenn, keeping to his promise, and Glenn began to moan softly, his eyes closed.

"Daryl...please, faster!" He whimpered in a breathy moan, Daryl began to move faster, feeling himself lose it completely as the pair made love deep into the night.

Glenn woke up the next day to the sunlight shining brightly through the closed curtain, he angled his head up to see the still sleeping Daryl with his arm curved languidly across the pillows, Glenn stared contentedly at his lover for a few long moments before he allowed any semblance of thought to come to him. He couldn't get it out of his head, everything that had happened last night...his explosive orgasm, the way Daryl had looked when he came...

Glenn suddenly felt a wave of worry come over him as he thought about it, maybe he shouldn't have put out on the first date? Didn't that just add to the shitty gay stereotype?

But as he again looked at Daryl pleasantly sleeping, his worries slipped away for now. He cuddled up against the older man and closed his eyes.

I could get used to this, he thought.

Two years later.

Daryl parked the pick up in front of his and Glenn's apartment and hopped out with a skip in his step, carrying the bouquet of roses he'd bought on the way home from work in his hand.

Glenn was already in the apartment they had shared for four months of their year and a half relationship, he was contentedly painting the wall of the living room and humming to himself, he didn't hear Daryl come in.

Daryl cocked his head to one side as he looked at his boyfriend, painting and humming to himself, obviously oblivious to Daryl's presence. Daryl quietly laid the roses down on the coffee table and crept up behind Glenn, there was something Daryl found completely hilarious about scaring his boyfriend, maybe it was the girlish way Glenn yelped, or the way he would jump into the protection of Daryl's arms.

As soon as Daryl reached Glenn, he snaked his arms around his boyfriends waist and began tickling him in earnest. Glenn immediately jumped from the contact and the tickle torture and twisted in Daryl's arms.

"D..daarr..yyyll! st ..opp!" Glenn laughed, "...sss...tttoppppp!"

Glenn twisted fully round in Daryl's arms and the pair immediately met in a passionate kiss, once the kiss was over, Glenn gave Daryl a shit eating grin and twisted back around again and continued painting the wall where he'd left off, Daryl's arms still firmly tucked around his waist.

Daryl rested his head on Glenn's shoulder and gave the wall a funny look. "What the hell kinda colour is that?" He asked, sounding vaguely confused.

"It's called "Sunset Hue"," Glenn pouted, "and I like it."

Daryl shook his head. "Mental note, don't let Glenn redecorate ever again." He said playfully.

Glenn laughed but it sounded more like a snort. "I hate you." He half-giggled.

Daryl then bit down playfully on Glenn's neck, and with one hand reached behind him and fished the bouquet blindly off of the coffee table.

"I hate you, too." Daryl teased playfully, producing the roses in front of Glenn.

Glenn twisted his head and gave a pleasantly surprised look to Daryl, taking the roses and sniffing them, thinking about how romantic Glenn discovered Daryl really was after he really got to know him.

Daryl and Glenn really loved each other, and had no issues with saying it to each other, but telling each other they hated each other had kind of become their own private code for "I love you, really."

It was like it was a special way of telling each other they cared because no one else was allowed in on it, Daryl and Glenn weren't particularly soppy people, Daryl the very least, but maybe it was their subconscious reminding them that men could have feelings too.

Daryl gave Glenn a quick peck on the side of the neck before unwinding his arms from his boyfriends waist and moving to the coffee table where their mail was stacked, he began flicking through the usual post until he came to a letter addressed to Jenny Farnham, the sweet college grad who'd just moved in next door.

"Hey, we got one of Jen's letters." Daryl told Glenn.

"Oh." Said Glenn in acknowledgement.

"I'll just drop it next door," Daryl decided, "be back in a sec."

"'Kay." Said Glenn, refreshing his brush as he continued to paint.

Daryl walked out into the hall of the apartment building and quickly knocked on the door directly next to theirs. When he knocked, however, the door opened like it had been smashed in from the other side.

A wave of confusion washed over Daryl, he walked into the apartment slowly, purely just to make sure Jenny was al right.

"Jenny?" He called out, "you okay? I saw the door was bashed in, what happened?"

Daryl waited for a moment but there was no reply, he looked around the living room of the apartment and saw the place was trashed, what the hell had happened here?

"Jenny?" He called again, louder this time. He suddenly stopped as he heard scuffling coming from the other room, he walked slowly to the door and opened it, not expecting the sight that met him.

It was Jenny, al right, but she was covered in blood, and had massive, gouged-out bite marks covering her arms where the flesh had literally been ripped out, her eyes were glazed over and she was...snarling.

Daryl immediately shouted out from shock as he saw the state of her. "Jenny?" He asked again, "Oh my God, what happened?"

She then growled and lunged for him, Daryl bolted out of the apartment out of instinct and ran into his and Glenn's apartment, he closed the door immediately, shaking slightly.

"Daryl, what's wrong?" Glenn asked immediately, worry clouding his eyes.

"Something wrong with Jenny." Daryl breathed out, he jumped away from the door as something started banging and scratching at it, he could hear the same snarling noise Jenny had made at him earlier. Glenn made a noise close to a squeak and jumped behind Daryl on instinct, Daryl kept Glenn behind him as the door began to break under Jenny's momentum.

"Daryl, what's going on?" Glenn asked, the fear evident in his voice. Daryl didn't have time to answer as he bolted to the spare room, grabbed his hunting crossbow he hadn't picked up in years and then met Glenn in the living room again just as the door cracked open and the thing that used to be Jenny broke through.

Glenn screamed at Jenny's appearance and Daryl used his superior strength to shove Glenn behind him, using his own body as a shield.

He held his crossbow aloft.

"Jenny, please," Daryl tried desperately to talk some sense into her, or whatever it was, "you don't know what you're doing, just..." But when she snarled and lunged at them it was evident she wasn't listening, reverting to his sharp-shooting hunting days, Daryl fired the crossbow and hit her directly in the forehead, in the exact spot he'd aimed for.

She fell to the floor and didn't move again.

Glenn fell to the floor then, breathing heavily and staring in fear at the thing on the floor.

"Are you al right?" Daryl asked urgently.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Glenn assured his boyfriend. "What about you?"

"Mighty freaked out." Daryl admitted, he walked over to the corpse of the once sweet girl who used to live next door, he put his foot on her head as weight and pulled his arrow clean out of her skull. At this angle he could further see her injuries. Daryl knew enough about hunting to know she couldn't be up and walking with those sorts of cuts, hell, she wouldn't even be alive.

"Daryl..." Glenn began in a wobbly voice, getting shakily to his feet and gesturing to the girl, "what the fuck is that?"

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