Warnings: Rated M for Slash, MalexMale, Blood, Cursing, Lemons (in the future). Contains spoilers for seasons 1-3

Pairing: Established DarylxGlenn

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just the randomness of this fic

No Beta

A/N: This is my first fanfic, and of course my first DarylxGlenn fic. I'm going to try really hard to keep the characters in character but there might be a little OC every now and then. I have a super busy life so I have no idea when I will be updating but I will be, you will just have to be patient with me. The storyline will mostly follow that of the TV show, with minor changes here and there. I am aware of the comic book's storyline, and might use it, but I haven't made up my mind yet. Also just a little warning that this fic will not be beta'd, I will do my best to try and catch all my mistakes, but I am only human, so please excuse them if any slip through. Anywho please enjoy!

Death Is In Love With Us

Chapter One

Daryl never imagined his self falling in love, never imagined it back then, when the world was normal, when people still had jobs, and they watched TV, drank beer like there was no tomorrow. But not now, when the dead didn't die but simply rose again.

But he had always pictured it like most people, that maybe one day he'd have a family, a son to teach things his father never taught him, but in his mid thirties in the middle of an apocalypse, he wasn't counting on it. The world went to shit and he most defiantly guaranteed he'd never fall in love.

But life always has a way of surprising you, and now as he stared at him, blood running down his face, the shackles on bruised wrists, his shirtless and bloodied torso, he couldn't describe just how much he had come to love the kid.

They were all still on the road, in the middle of nowhere, with Daryl, Rick, and Shane out looking for Sophia, for the second day in a row. Glenn sat a top the RV, rifle in hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings looking for any signs of walkers, and his older, crossbow wielding lover.

It was a newly formed relationship, created just before they found the CDC. Glenn couldn't explain how it came to be, maybe it had to do with his sudden kidnapping by thugs and gangster wannabes, he didn't know. It just happened. He wasn't even sure if Daryl could be classified as his lover yet, they had only slept together once, with the help of quite a bit of alcohol, and he barely remembered it. But by all means he didn't regret it and neither did Daryl, for he told Glenn so that morning after. A lot had happened since then, almost dying in the CDC, then the massive horde of walkers, and now Sophia was missing.

Everything was just turning to shit.

"Glenn?" Dale's voice called from down below, huffing to the edge Glenn peeked over. "Ya mind looking for a part for me? I'll take over the watch."

"Sure." He hummed, climbing down the ladder, the rifle slung over his shoulder.

Several minutes later Glenn found himself walking down the cluttered highway in search of Dale's part, a long knife in his hand that Carl had found just minutes before. He slightly preferred it this way, the quite, not being able to hear Carols sobbing and Lori and Andrea shushing and comforting her. And Andrea she was just a mess, after Amy's death, and Dale convincing her to not kill her self in the CDC, she just wasn't the same. She was cold and somewhat reckless. Glenn just needed to get away, get some space from the rest of the group, from all the despair.

His eyes traveled lazily over the wrecked and charred vehicles, looking for the lucky one that wasn't totally demolished, and could be carrying the hose he was looking for. He was more than a half a mile away from camp, when he finally found the one. Tucking his knife into the back of his pants, he carefully and quietly unlatched and lifted the hood. Looking for what Dale had told him to, he rummaged around in the hood, feeling around until he found the hose, and carefully yanked it lose.

With a triumphed smile he held the hose in his hand, giving a quick look back at Dale on the RV, but his back was turned to him. Huffing, he turned back to the car, releasing the hood to close it. Just as he was lowering the hood, he was met with the last thing he was really expecting at that moment. A walker stood, its white eyes boring into his own. It stood at the passenger door, his jaw half gone, the bone exposed beneath the rotting flesh around it. Just rags of clothes hung from its severally malnourished body. Caught off guard and startled, Glenn stumbled back dropping the hood down loudly, setting the walker off. It rushed at him, moaning loudly, it hands outstretched towards him.

Stumbling back still, Glenn got tangled, tripping on his own feet and fell, hard, his arm teaching out to catch his self, and instead caught a twisted chunk of metal, sticking out from a nearby car. It sliced into his arm, cutting him, deep and long.

He cussed aloud, hitting the ground on his back. Glenn's wide eyes fixed on the walker, it's eyes in a frenzy at the fresh smell of his blood. His left hand quickly reached behind him, his fingers curling around the handle of his knife and pulled. The walker descended upon him, it's dirty nails digging into his injured arm. He yelled out, the knife coming down into its skull, immediately he pulled it out with a grunt, blood splattering his face, and brought it down again, and again, and two more times to be sure. Panting harshly he fell back onto the asphalt, pushing the dead walker away from him, and tried to catch his breath.

"Glenn!?" T-dogs voice yelled, not to far off. "Dammit Glenn, answer me?!"

"M' alright." He panted out, raising his uninjured arm up.

Heavy footsteps and breathing quickly reached him and T-dog was there grabbing at him and pulling him to his feet.

"Holy shit Glenn! Are you bit?!" He asked rushed, seeing the blood running off his right arm.

"N-no no, I fucking cut my self." Glenn pants out, pointing to the piece of twisted metal he sliced him self on. "Not bit."

"Jesus-" T-dog complains. "Don't scare me like that." He pulls Glenn to his feet and steadies him, throwing his uninjured arm over his shoulder, and begins dragging him back towards the RV and their make shift camp of cars. "That's a pretty good cut you got, your losing a shit ton of blood."

Halfway there and Lori, Carol, and Andrea are already rushing him, grabbing him and putting pressure on his wound. Their voices are loud, asking him what happened, and if he was bit. By the time he is getting pushed into the RV he's feeling pretty dizzy and isn't really registering what anyone is saying, all he can feel is the hot searing pain in his arm.

With a goofy grin on his pale face, he's handing a very concerned Dale the hose, before all goes black.

Daryl is pissed to say the least, he's hot, tired as hell, and sweating his ass off in this god forsaken forest. Him, Rick, and Shane have been out there all day looking for Sophia, not a trace of her, just a barely visible trail that was getting harder to follow by the second. The sun was setting and they decided to turn back and head back to the road. It won't do anybody any good if they all got lost out there, or worse run into a bunch of walkers in the dark.

It took them a good 45 minutes until they finally cleared and found the highway and camp. He'd be lying if he didn't say he was relieved, he was exhausted. Carol came running at them her eyes hopeful, but they quickly filled with tears when Sophia didn't appear, and Rick spoke to her. Daryl stomped past her and to his motorcycle, taking a swig of water as he sat. He could see Lori and Carl rushing to Rick, while Dale stood on top of the RV. Andrea and T-Dog stood out in front of the RV watching the scene, while Carol stood by the roadside in hopes of finding her daughter. Daryl's eyes scanned the area looking for that familiar baseball ball cap, a scowl making its way across his face when he didn't see it.

Just as he was about to ask about the kid, T-Dog spoke.

"So what's the next move?"

"We're going to rest up and look for Sophia in the morning." Rick answered without hesitation, receiving a grumpy scoff from Shane, and a concerned stare from Lori. "Daryl got a good trail on her. I know we can find her, but we cant do that at night or when were all exhausted."

"Okay but what about camp, we can't stay in the middle of this highway forever." Dale reasoned.

"What if another group of walkers come by." Andrea agreed.

"More importantly there are walkers on this highway, on a regular basis. I mean just today Glenn nearly got his face bitten off." Every one's heads snapped to T-Dog, more so Rick, Shane, and Daryl who weren't present earlier. Daryl immediately stood to his feet, his heart thudding heavily in his chest, his eyes again scanning the camp for Glenn.

"Did he get bit? What happened?" Rick asks before Daryl can say a word.

"No, he's not bit. But he cut up his arm pretty badly. Passed out in the RV." Dale told them.

Daryl pushed past them all, ignoring the rest of the conversation, and odd looks he received, and clamored into the RV. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. There lay Glenn, asleep, he was paler than usual but had a peaceful look on his face. Daryl almost wanted to laugh, only Glenn would look so damn peaceful with blood still splattered across his face. He still wore his signature ball cap, with light sheen of sweat covering his face, Daryl leaned forward taking up his bandaged arm to inspect it. It was bandaged well, but he must of cut it pretty good, because blood was already starting to show through.

"Jesus kid, your guna be the death of me." Daryl sighed, pulling off Glenn's hat and setting it next to him. Running calloused fingers through slightly damp black locks, Daryl sighed again, before pulling his hand away and walking back out of the RV.

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