Author's Note: Yay! Long update! Let's see a little bit of a Rad Bromance between Misters Daryl and Glenn shall we? :D and I loved your guys' first date stories, they all sounded super fun!

I am pleased to tell you that my TWD first date boy is now my boyfrien! ;D he kinda looks like Reedus. X) I did good!

Now onward, to so very awkward situations!

Disclaimer!: I don't own TWD!

Chapter 11: My Good Intentions Just Keep Sliding By The Wayside, But It's High Tide And They Get Washed Away With Time.

Glenn was mad. No, mad wasn't the right word for it. He was infuriated, enraged, furious, seething. He was just plain fucking mad. And he really couldn't figure out why. No one had done anything, said anything, hell they were all still sleeping. He just couldn't figure out why he was so incredibly angry. The only thing he really knew was that he was going to explode if he didn't find an outlet soon.

Not that there was one.

The easiest thing to do would be to yell the anger away. But how was he supposed to do that? He wasn't about to start yelling at the kids, or the women. Rick would probably let him take his anger out, but he'd feel awful about it later. He couldn't yell at Cali, because it would probably break her. He'd never seen the girl so absolutely shattered before. Even with everything that had happened at the quarry, he'd never worried too much. She'd still had that little glint in her eyes that she got when she was mad, happy, drunk. It was just always there, kind of like proof she was alive almost. And when he'd sent her back there, he hadn't seen it. She had given up completely.

Well, all of survivors had given up at some point. Everyone had their breaking point; it was only a matter of time before Cali took her turn up to bat. The women had their breakdowns early in the game, along with the kids. The men took turns with their breakdowns. Either shaking uncontrollably, or full on crying. They had all had their turns.

Now, Glenn wondered how long it would be before he had his breakdown. He'd had mini ones, maybe. But they weren't really breakdowns. If anything, they were him actually reacting to what was happening, rather then sealing his feelings off. Glenn was probably the most mentally and emotionally stable human being in his group.

Then again, that had been before. Before he had ever seen a body stabbed to death, before he had seen someone he loved covered in blood that wasn't theirs. Before he had seen a body with it's head blown off.

Before he had blown someone's head off.

A fresh wave of anger and nausea passed through Glenn, as he resisted the urge to scream and throw up. He had never killed another person before. Walkers, sure. Glenn could take down Walkers all day. They weren't people anymore. They were just creatures. Mistakes. And he saw it as his way of saving them from their horrid existence. It was technically a favor.

But Corporal Evans, he hadn't been a Walker. He could feel the cold metal of the dog tags against his skin. He felt kind of like a looter, but he needed to carry something from that man with him, so that his memory wouldn't burn out in the church with his body. So when he had gone through for his second check, after getting Daryl out, he'd taken the dog tags. He just needed something to remember that man by. As if he wasn't tortured enough.

He stood up, and ignored the looks of the rest of the travelers. He was going to go talk to Cali, because he needed to be cheered up, and she was the only one who wouldn't bullshit him. She'd give it to him straight at least, providing she'd be up to it. He wasn't exactly sure how she was holding up yet.

He leaned against the door, observing for a few seconds. Cali knelt on the ground by the bed, Daryl's hand in hers, and her forehead resting on her crossed arms. It looked like the least comfortable position she could've possibly ended up in.

"Cali?" He whispered, and she lifted her head up, and smiled at him.

"Hey. How're you holding up?"

"I just am."

"We all are." She stretched out her free arm, and a symphony of pops and cracks cascaded down her spine. The discomfort was palpable. "Wanna talk about it?"

Now that he actually had someone who wanted to talk about it, he didn't want to. He wasn't ready to admit what he did. "Nah. I'm actually here to relieve you. It's been three hours Cali, I think you should go catch some sleep."

"Three hours huh?" She frowned and looked at the body on the bed. "And you're taking over?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah Cali. Take a nap or something. Or get some food."

"Uh, alright. But do you really wanna sit here with Daryl?"

"Yeah. Go grab some food and some sleep. You look like a mess." He gave her a smile, and she nodded. She untangled their mess of fingers and stumbled out towards where the food was.

Glenn leaned against the wall, unable to stare at the slumbering form of the hunter. It was weird, having actually saved this man's life. The idea of it terrified him. Their prior relationship, the one where Daryl didn't bother with him and Glenn avoided Daryl, that's what he wanted. It was easier that way. Why couldn't it stay easy like that?

Well, because this was the era of the Walkers, and that meant nothing would ever be easy. Nothing would ever be the way it was supposed to again. Glenn was getting to sick of that shit.

"I wish I was a little more like you." Glenn mumbled. "Somehow, you can just shut off every damn emotion you have. Lucky bastard."

"Nawh. I'm a fucked up bastard." Daryl groaned from the bed. Glenn jumped, and glared.

"Shit! What the hell?

"Yer kinda jumpy."

"Shouldn't you be in like a coma or something?"

"Woke up when I felt Nia tuggin' on my hand. Th' fuck are ya doin' back here?"

"I gave her a break! Didn't know you were going to pop up to life!"

"Happens." Daryl groaned, and tried to sit himself up, only to freeze in pain halfway through the maneuver. Glenn reached a hand out.

"Need help?"

"If ya plan tuh keep jackin' off with that hand, you'll get it th' fuck away from me." Daryl snarled and Glenn withdrew his hand immediately.

"Sorry."

"Eh." Daryl pushed himself up, through the pain. He leaned against the wall, and eyed Glenn suspiciously. "Uh, whut happened?"

"Sorry?"

Daryl scowled and looked towards the window. "At th' church. What happened after I blacked out."

"Oh." Glenn rubbed the back of his head. "Nothing good man. Nothing good at all."

"Well, how the fuck did I get from dyin' upstairs tuh here?"

"Oh, well…uh…I got you out? Yeah. I went and found Rick, and he told me to get you out. So I went back and I drug you down the stairs, and I left you with Dale and Carol. You'd have to ask Cali what happened next. I was on church duty."

"Fuck." Daryl ran a hand through his hair. "What happened to the building?"

"Burnt it, and everyone left in it to the ground. Couldn't let Shiloh and Jonas go like that. Not as Walker food. So we torched everything." Glenn explained. The hunter only nodded his response.

"An' Merle?"

"You'd have to ask Cali, she's the only one who knows what happened to him."

"An' where we goin'?"

"Coast. They got it in their heads that the water might serves as some natural defense kind of thing. They hope to find an island or something."

"Alrigh'" Daryl nodded, indicating that he was indeed done talking. Glenn would've loved to indulge him, but something was bothering him. Something that had been there for a while now.

"You've been shot before?" The words poured out of his mouth before he could stop them. Daryl looked at him, confused.

"Who th' fuck told ya that?"

"You did. When I was dragging you out. You said 'I don't remember it hurtin' this bad.' I asked what you meant, but you blacked out around then." Glenn swallowed. "So, you've been shot before?"

"Yeah." Daryl mumbled. The topic obviously made him uncomfortable, but Glenn just couldn't stop. He couldn't.

"What happened?"

"Shot in th' back." Daryl had no idea why he was talking about this, especially with the fuckin' chink. The chink who slept with Nia. But this mother fucker saved his fucking life. He had to do something.

"Some Daisy Duke's daddy not like you or something?" Glenn asked before he could stop himself. Daryl glared at the chink.

"Ya wanna fuckin' know or what?"

"You'd actually tell me?"

"Ya kinda saved my life, so I figured I owed ya some shit." Daryl muttered the words, gratitude tasted bitter in his mouth, and it was only made worse by the fact it was the chink.

"Wow, I can't believe it."

"Ya know, I ain't telling ya shit if ya make this all gay ass. Get it?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll listen." Glenn promised. "What happened?"

"Happened when I was twenty. Overseas." Daryl mumbled. Glenn almost dropped his jaw in shock.

"Like…?"

"Army. Yeah. It's kinda a' required thing in my town. Ya get out of school, and ya sign up. In my family, it was mandatory. My Ol' Man, Merle, and me. We did what we had tuh do.

"My Ol' Man was in the longest. He finally got out, but I don't think he ever really, ya know 'got out'. when he came back, Merle said he became the meanest sum'bitch tuh walk out town. Beat on Merle's Ma every day, until she finally left him when Merle was 18. Bout that time, Merle joined up.

"Merle, he probably wouldn't have gotten out. He was used tuh th' rules and stability an' all that shit. He was gone for a long time. I don't much know how long he was gone. Th' Ol' Man had been hookin' up with my Ma. Put together some half assed wedding, and I was raised by her an' that military monster. I didn't meet Merle until I was ten.

"He was…jus' like his daddy. With the exception of beating on everyone. Merle never laid a finger on my Ma. And he never hit me until he was teachin' me to fight. Merle tuh me was just, Merle. But accordin' tuh all the church ladies, and all the people in our town said he wasn't who he was no more. Apparently, he'd punched some high up rankin' mother fucker in the mouth. Got himself some military prison then dishonorable discharge.

"So, when I turned 18, I went, because that's what they told me to do. Ended up going overseas. Learned really quick not tuh let anyone get behind ya. Merle and our Ol' Man had taught me well. They'd always be waiting to attack from the shadows, they'd teach me how tuh listen for breathing, how tuh make sure no one got me from anywhere. They taught it through hunting.

"My second tour, I was in a convoy, and we got attacked. I was shot right in the back, near my spine. They got me out, fixed me up, and I was discharged with a fuckin' purple heart. Fuckin' brilliant right? After, me and Merle just got a place, and lived around. Hunting whenever, and drinking the fuckin' memories away." Daryl paused, his eyes far off, but then he glanced sideways towards the Asian.

"That explains a lot." Glenn finally got out.

"Yeah."

"So…" Glenn chewed on his lip. Daryl shifted.

"Whut?"

"You've killed a man before then?"

"Yup."

"Does it go away?"

"Whut?"

"The guilt. Of, you know, killling a man. Will that go away?"

Daryl chewed on his lip now, and looked out the window. He didn't speak for a very long time, and Glenn thought that he'd shut down. He pulled his hat off and turned to leave. He hoped that the beach would be cooler. He was getting pretty sick of the heat-

"It don't. not all the way." Daryl mumbled from where he was sitting. Glenn stopped, and glanced at the redneck. "Ya learn tuh forgive yerself, and you rationalize it, but ya never really stop feelin' guilty. They're dead, and ya killed them. But ya had a good reason for doin' it."

"Yeah I figured as much." Glenn mumbled as chewed on his lip. "So it kinda gets better?"

"It won't if ya keep wearin' them dog tags." Daryl answered plainly. Glenn balked, with his eyed fixed on the hunter.

"H-How…"

"I heard 'em. I see the chain. Ya ain't gonn' be able tuh fergive yerself, if ya got him 'round yer neck."

Glenn nodded. "Okay." He walked back towards the front of the RV, but paused in the doorway. "T-thanks Daryl. For, all of this."

"Yeah. No problem." Daryl smirked. "Ya tell anyone what I told ya, and I'll fuck you up."

"Yeah…I figured as much."

Cali snarled as the RV hit another bump. Dale gave the riders an apologetic look. "I'm sorry guys, you know these coastal roads. They're not exactly the greatest feats of engineering out there."

"You can say that again." Rick groaned as he rubbed his bumped elbow.

"Brace yourselves!" Glenn warned as yet another bump shook the car.

"Awh! Mother fucker!" echoed throughout the RV from the back, and the small children's eyes widened. Lori and Carol glared at Cali, as though the vulgar muttering of the hunter were her fault.

"What?"

"Will you please tell him to watch his language?" Lori asked. "Between him, and Glenn over there, our children are going to grow up talking like white trash!"

"What do you want me to do about it? 'Hey Daryl, I know that gunshot hurts and all, but if you could refrain from using any and all four letter words, well, that'd be just nifty!'" Cali rolled her eyes. "He got shot. And these bumps, just aren't helping. So if you want to go back there ant tell him off, well go for it."

"Cali…" She got the 'Mom' look, and even Rick shot her a 'Dad' look.

"Lay off the poor girl now." Dale smiled. "We're here."

"Where exactly is here?"

"We're right outside that small fishing town. Figured if we're going to check if there's Walkers nearby, we need to do it where there's less people."

"Good idea." Rick nodded. "So, Dale, Glenn, we'll grab T-Dog and Shane and scope the place out. What do you think?"

"Think that maybe we should go together. That splitting up thing didn't work so well last time." Dale sighed.

"Dragging all of us out there will? And with one injured-"

"Don' be counting me out."

They all turned towards the back of the RV, where Daryl was leaning against the door, with a smirk on his face.

"Son, I don't think you should be up and moving just yet." Dale advised cautiously, remembering the last time he'd advised Daryl to do anything.

"Gonn' git worse 'fore it gits better." Daryl gave a lopsided shrug. "An' ya'll don't know what's out there. Probably shouldn' be leavin' folks behind."

"He does make a good point." Carol spoke up, something she had been doing more and more lately. "We don't want to be sitting ducks."

"Okay then…" Rick nodded. "We gotta be light on our feet now. We don't know what's out there. Understand Carl? Sophia?" The two children nodded and grabbed their bags. Cali respected the hell out of those two. They were the most obedient and mild mannered children left. They understood survival, and what it would take to obtain it. They were strong, and ready for this world.

Everyone began packing up and arming themselves before heading out. Cali tossed her bag, which she noticed had become noticeably lighter, over her shoulder. She walked over to Daryl, and grabbed his face, pulling it down so that she could see his eyes. "You sure you're okay?"

"Good 'nuff."

"I don't want you playin' hero to put your life or my life in danger here." Cali smirked. Daryl snorted.

"Yeah, cuz yer gonn' be th' one savin' my ass." He rolled his eyes and pushed off the wall slowly. He moved slower then usual, sure. But he moved steady. He wasn't about to let anyone make him sit down. This society was like a horse farm, if a person couldn't function well enough to do their job, they were 'put down'.

"One day, you're going to need me to save your ass." Cali smirked cryptically. "And, I may or may not save it."

"You'd save it."

"And what makes you so sure?"

"Cuz."

"Cuz why?"

Cali had to squint, but she could've swore that she saw a red tint brighten up the hunter's face. Was Daryl Dixon…blushing?

"What's got you all tongue tied?" She lifted an eyebrow.

"Nothin'."

"Bullshi-"

"Cali! Daryl! You coming?" Lori called from the enterance of the RV.

"Coming!" Cali called back, then she returned her attention to the hunter. "We'll come back to this."

"Fuck tha'."

"Maybe later." Cali winked, and headed out the door. "If you're lucky!"

"Whore!"

"Ass!"

Daryl kept taking deep, slow breaths as he walked, forcing himself to ignore the pain and just focus on the end goal. Survival. He's fuckin' survived everything, now all he needed was to survive this tiny fuckin' town.

All the buildings were worn down by years of sea salt in the air and the constant water. But they were intact, and there didn't seem to be movement anywhere. The town was might've been deserted before the Walker thing happened. After all, it was smaller than the town he'd grown up in, and fuck, even his piece o' shit out was bigger than most of these. Yeah, the place looked old, and desolate. And probably pretty safe.

But, so had that church.

He ran his hand through his hair, and kept a tight grip on his gun. He just wanted to catch a fuckin' break. But whoever was in charge of that seemed to have other plans.

Everyone seemed to be on edge though. Grimes and his family were in the tiny market, looking for food that hadn't expired yet. Walsh and the Chink were traveling through buildings, and each one had seemed clear so far. Carol and her little girl were with Dale and Andrea, while they were checking out a clothing store, and packing everything up. And the nigga was checking out the cars. Everyone was doing something. Except Nia.

She was way down at the end of Main Street, leaning over the iron gate that blocked off the beach, that was just down those steps. Daryl made his way down there, and made his steps a little louder, so that she could see him coming. She didn't move however, just kept staring out of the ocean. "Nia?"

"Hmmm?"

"Ya okay?"

"Yeah." She had a wide smile on her face as she stared at the body of water that continually crashed onto the sand. "Great really."

"Th' fuck are you so excited about?"

"The ocean." Her smile got bigger. "It's so pretty."

"It's jus' water."

"No, it's not. I've never seen the ocean before."

"Whut?" He lifted an eyebrow. "Not ever?"

"Not once. I grew up in Wyoming, and I went to school in Montana. I've never gotten a chance to see it. It's so big!" Her eyes were wide and shiny. "Just like my mom always described it. 'Bigger than the biggest big that you can think of'."

Daryl only nodded, but he still saw the body of water as just that. A body of water. That must have some big ass fish, because those were some large dark masses there. The masses kept moving closer towards the shore, and he knew as soon as he saw Nia stiffen up, that they were fucked.

"Walkers!" he called back to the rest of the group in the town. "Comin' out the ocean!"

The group banded together almost immediately, and they looked to Rick and Shane. The two cops glanced around the down quickly. "There!" Shane pointed towards the dock, and the lock that was located on the gate. "We gonna have to lock ourselves into safety."

There wasn't time to argue, so the camp just ran. Cali tugged on Daryl's hand and kept him near the front with her, while she helped shepherd Sophia and Carl into the covered area of the dock. It was a nice one, almost like a shed on the water.

They piled into the chain linked fence area of the dock, and Shane locked them in, while Glenn worked on picking the other lock that kept the fancy dock shut off. At least that meant there were no Walkers inside the dock, because the windows had been broken, and no one was trying to get out. Plus, Glenn had pressed his ear against the door, and heard nothing.

"Come on, damn it come on!" He growled.

"Where the hell did the Walkers come from?" T-Dog asked as they started to get closer.

"Ocean."

"What the fuck were they doing in there?"

"Ain't no food up here. Had tuh git it somewhere." Daryl answered. "Fish in th' water. Not lik' them geeks breathe."

"Come on!" Glenn growled at the lock again. He pounded his fist on the door, once. Twice.

On the third time, he fell right through the opened door, and was at eye level, with a pair of platform sandals and toes painted neon blue. He lifted his eyes, and saw a small piercing at the corner of a pair of lips twitch up.

"Are you six kinds of stupid?"

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Willow: Glenn got balls, because Glenn needed balls! And I used your idea ;) you likey? Thanks for always reviewing! I love it!

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