A/N: Well, I am back from Spain and ready to get writing again. It was beautiful and I want to go back again, but this story needs a little work first, eh? We have our next installment of the epic love story between our favorite crossbow-lovin' redneck and the sweet, but badass "I am Korean" pizza boy... if he's really considered a boy anymore since Steven Yeun is actually 30 years old... but I digress. Enjoy! REMEMBER: READ, REVIEW, REPEAT!

Chapter 21

Glenn's whole body ached. The pain had largely died from the flaming, throbbing agony that it had been earlier, but it was by no means gone. It had settled deep into his muscles as they began to turn black and blue, blood rising to the surface to form bruises and leak out of cuts that adorned his face. His lip was split open and occasional heavy drops would fall from his chin into his lap. There was a large gash over one eye where Merle had punched him especially hard. The Southern man's knuckles had dug into the skin and tore it right open. The blood had slowed, but he still had to blink red liquid out of his eyes every now and then. His left cheek throbbed lightly from the repeated blunt force that had been thrust into it and he could already tell that he was sporting a black eye. His body was slumped forward, finding a difficult time managing to keep itself upright from the pain. Underneath his shirt, his chest still ached.

He didn't know how long he'd been tied up in that concrete room. While he thought that he'd had some idea of time, he now knew that he was completely and utterly lost. Merle had come and gone several times, each time hitting harder and asking his questions louder. Glenn could tell that the other man was having the time of his life. Every time he landed a hit, the older man grinned like a kid on Christmas Day, his yellow smile flashing under those smirking lips.

Merle may have been a bastard before, but Glenn certainly hated him now. Once side of him tried to argue that the other man was Daryl's brother and that he shouldn't hate him. For a few moments, he had agreed, but then he had remembered the shared component that tied himself and Daryl together forever: their daughter. His anger roared inside of him and he grimaced as a feral growl tore from his throat. If they hadn't left Merle on that rooftop in Atlanta, he would know about Glenn and Daryl's relationship. That would have caused problems, the older brother being the homophobic, racist ass that he was. Glenn did not want to expose his daughter to that. Reece deserved a better family than that and she had it in the rest of the Atlanta survivors. Blood relation did not equal unconditional love.

Suddenly, Glenn heard a familiar sound. His whole body froze as moaning filled the room, drifting in through the crack under the metal door. He stared with dread as the knob slowly turned and the door opened. Merle cackled as he stepped inside, a walker clawing its way ahead of him. It was male, its eyes the signature white of the walking dead and the stench of rotting flesh tore through Glenn's senses. The walker growled and moaned as it reached out for Glenn, the white eyes focusing on him.

"Hey China! Yah didn't want to talk so I brought this little buddy along wit' me. Thought he might change yah mind," Merle snapped, practically giggling as the walker fought against its restraint, a metal collar on a role, the kind you used to capture violent, feral dogs.

Glenn didn't reply, staring with wide, fearful eyes at the growling walker. He strained against his bound arms, unconsciously leaning away from the threat in the doorway. Even if a single bite didn't kill him, the walker could still tear him apart. His mind flashed to Daryl and Reece. They were waiting for him back at the prison, just as Avi and Idris were waiting for Emrys. He didn't hear whatever Merle growled at him as the older man shoved the walker forward into the room, slamming the door behind it.

A burst of determination rushed through him as the walker stumbled towards him. Gritting his teeth, he growled and started to rock the chair back and forth, glancing around him for any sort of weapon that he could use. He managed to tip the chair back just as the walker lunged at him, the loud crack of breaking wood filling the air. Glenn smiled triumphantly, knowing that he'd managed to break one of the legs of the chair.

Landing harshly on his back, he kicked up at the dead human above him, connecting squarely with the lunging beast's shoulders. The force of his kick propelled the walker back, knocking it completely off balance. It growled as it fell and Glenn scrambled up to his feet, his body bent at a weird angle because of the chair that was still attached to his body. He threw himself backwards, cracking the seat of the old chair against the concrete wall. As the walker regained it's footing, he smashed the chair harder and harder against the wall, gritting his teeth. Finally, there was the triumphant snap and the seat of the chair fell free, collapsing to the floor. All he had to do now was get his arms free. He needed to break the back of the chair.

The walker lunged again and Glenn tried to dance away. He wasn't quick enough though, having lost a lot of his dexterity and speed during his pregnancy and subsequent recovery from it. The walker managed to sink its teeth into one of his tethered arms. With a yell, he kicked up at the walker's chest, throwing the dead being away from him. He threw a quick glance down at his arm and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that the bite hadn't torn away any of the flesh. It had just bitten him.

Glancing around, he noticed a folded spring rack, the kind that was used for cots. Grabbing it with one of his bound arms, he dragged the rack back towards a corner, trapping himself between the metal springs and the concrete wall. The walker growled and moaned as Glenn braced himself, one foot balancing against the rack.

"Come on!" he shouted as the walker advanced on him.

The walker hissed as it grabbed at the springs with its claw-like hands, pushing Glenn forward with all of its might. Bracing himself, Glenn threw himself back into the wall, this time seeking to break the back of the chair that was attached to him. When the satisfying crack wasn't heard, he pushed back against the rack with his raised leg, just managing to push the walker back to try again. The walker surged forward once again and Glenn threw himself back, using the weight and force of the walker to add to his own. He could just start to feel the wood begin to break as he forced the walker back for a third attempt.

"Bring it on!" he screamed at the walker.

It only moaned at him as it lunged forward once again, throwing him back against the wall harder than before. A few weaker rungs of the back of the chair snapped cleanly in half, freeing the connection that tied Glenn's two arms together. Bracing his back against the wall, Glenn fought to keep the walker away as he tore at the tuck tape. He growled with frustration and quickly slipped off his long sleeved shirt, squeezing his legs through the tight restraints of the duck tape that was wound around the arms of the shirt.

As he came free of his shirt, he tore the fabric at the seams, leaving a sharp, broken piece of wood from the back of the chair in his hands with strips of graying fabric hanging from it. With a roar, he surged forward, throwing the fighting walker back with the rack. Raising the sharp splinter of wood, Glenn dove it forward, through the springs and into the center of the walker's forehead. The wood stuck slightly in the rotting skull and pulled away with a wet, slick sound, but the walker kept coming. In a burst of sudden energy, Glenn screamed and drove the wood into the walker's head again and again, barely even noticing that the walker was dead until it had fallen at his feet with the piece of wood sticking straight out of its forehead.

He slowly limped over to the far wall and slid down to the floor, his weary arms falling into his lap. He panted as his body groaned from the pain of moving. When the walker had been in the room, he'd barely noticed. The adrenaline had been too great. Now though, he was paying the price from so many quick movements. Blood was dripping from the bite on his arm and the gash in his forehead, spotting his vision with black dots.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, his drooping brown eyes staring at the fallen body of the walker. All he knew was that by the time the door opened next, there was a pool of blood in his lap and on the floor around him. Slowly, he raised his head as the metal door swung open and a man he didn't recognize pushed Emrys into the room. The blond Welshman was just as bloody as he was with gashes across his face and drops of dried red blood on his shirt. Emrys glanced over at Glenn and winced as he was released and pushed in the direction of the shorter, darker man. As Emrys took a seat beside him, Merle flounced into the room, smirking at them.

"Aw, look at them. Such an adorable couple," he smirked. "Gay fuckers."

"We're not dating," Emrys groaned.

"Really, cause it sure looks like it with yah two getting' all close like that," Merle growled.

"We aren't dating. He has someone, but it isn't me," Glenn snarled.

"Lies are very-"

Suddenly, something inside Glenn cracked. Every ounce of anger, despair, and fatigue that had drenched his body since the dead had risen up and begun to walk rose up inside him and burst out in one single sentence.

"-I can't be dating him because I'm too busy being fucked by your brother, you asshole!"

He was wrenched off his feet and a metal fist slammed into the side of his face, knocking his vision white and his entire body numb with pain. Emrys shouted for Merle to stop as he punched Glenn again and again, but the smaller man in the Southern man's grasp just smiled and began to laugh.

It was the ultimate revenge. His love for Daryl and Daryl's love for him was the ultimate revenge. There was nothing that would hurt Merle's racist sensibilities more than his baby brother dating a gay Asian man and to be honest, while he hated to admit it, it was the funniest thing he'd thought of in a long while. He nearly told Merle about Reece, but decided that if the prison was found, it was too dangerous to alert Merle to his half-Korean niece. Even in his madness, he loved his baby.

By the time that Merle has dropped him to the cold concrete floor, his sides hurt from laughing and his face was once again a mass of flowing blood.

"Well look at this," Merle sneered as Glenn's laughing began to quiet down. "Seems like someone got bit."

Merle glanced up at Emrys, who was frozen against the wall. He smirked as he stood and said, "I'll let you two queers take care of each other. Have fun!"

Glenn began laughing again.

"I might just get lucky and bite you instead!" he shouted after Merle as the other man slammed the door behind him.

Silently, Daryl snuck his way through the shadows that lined the metal wall surrounding the town, Rick and Michonne –the woman they had found injured earlier that day- just a few paces ahead of him. Anna, T-Dog, and Lance were behind him with Oscar bringing up the rear. Daryl had his crossbow out and ready as his blue eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of trouble. They hadn't encountered a single walker since they'd left their vehicles less than a quarter of a mile from the town and an eerily strange feeling had crept up inside all of them. However, he pushed his worry away and focused on the task at hand.

Dale and the others had remained at the prison with the three babies, all of whom were hungry and cranky after missing their "mothers" for more than a day. Judith had been whining and sobbing loudly, tears rolling down her red face while Idris whimpered, begging wordlessly for Emrys. Avi had tried to calm his son, but the baby knew that someone was missing. Daryl hadn't been at all surprised when his own daughter had started to fuss. She didn't make a sound as Daryl had held her that afternoon, but her small fingers had begun picking at the front of his shirt.

Glenn needed to come home, to be safe with him and their daughter. In Daryl's mind, there was no other alterative. If they found Emrys and the rest of the group wanted to go back, he was prepared to keep fighting until he found his missing lover. He refused to raise Reece without her Korean father by his side.

His attention turned back to the two people in front of him as they came to a stop, Michonne silently motioning to the wall beside them. Slowly and quietly, she pried apart the two layers of metal and slipped inside, her katana out and at her side. A few tense moments passed before her hand poked out and waved them in. Daryl gritted his teeth and clutched his crossbow as he slid in through the new opening behind Rick, his eyes hardening like chips of ice.

He was prepared to spill the blood of anyone that stood between him and Glenn and he thought about this as they slipped once again into the shadows, following Michonne as she led them into the heart of enemy territory.

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