A/N: As you can probably figure, this little thing that I'd like to call a fic was inspired (title and idea) by the song called Viva La Vida, performed by Coldplay.

What can I say? I love this song. I'm loving Darlenn and in a way, I thought the idea that I get from this song fits with these two (these two who have fucking fallen in love in the middle of an apocalypse goddammit).

So. Give it a chance?

WARNING: this drabble slightly questions the existence of God.

viva la vida

Daryl POV

There was no God. No God for this world.

No matter how many priests claimed that there was, there really wasn't. It was all a huge lie made up by assholes yearning for power over the world.

Daryl had gone through too much to believe in anything holy. All the losses and restless nights spent in the darkness of his own thoughts that were actually somebody else's, the morals learned from his pa and Merle, had drained the little faith he had. He was just a shadow. Daryl was lost.

The world had been crazy. The powerful kept ruling the world. If you didn't go by the rules, you were left out. And in the end it all came down to this?

The Apocalypse. There was definitely no God.

But then there were times when Daryl thought there was something unexplainably divine about someone.

Divine about the way that certain someone's mouth travelled down his throat and hands touched him in places no one had ever touched lovingly before. There had never been someone who understood, gave space and just accepted Daryl with his flaws and insecurities, nobody ever wanted to.

Except Glenn.

Glenn had spent his time learning, figuring Daryl out. Earning his trust. There was nothing that could be compared to that in Daryl's whole life. Glenn was golden.

Golden not only for Daryl, but others as well. Getting up over and over again. Helping other people, weaker people in need of help. Not letting his past shadow what he's become. Healing Daryl's wounds, the wounds Daryl thought were too deep. A fighter.

Daryl didn't know what he had ever done in his filthy life to deserve something so good, so pure.

He just wanted to be something as good to Glenn in return.