Henlo Nuggies! And welcome to another fanfiction I probably shouldn't be starting because I have tons of others to update, but I can't help myself because I have a too active imagination. Anyhoozy, this is my FIRST CROSSOVER!

This will also be SLASH and maybe M!Preg so there is everyone's warning. If you don't like it, oh the fuck well, there is a back space button and don't bother leaving a review if you don't like it. We don't want your close minded negativity here.

Anyway for everyone who does like SLASH and M!Preg please enjoy the story and don't forget to R'nR'!

Main Pairing: HarryxDaryl

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Yummy Slash-y goodness. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Harry Potter franchise or the Walking Dead franchise. They belong to their respectful owners and I take no profit in making this. This is purely for entertainment only.

Terri Hooker, T-Dog and Glenn are two of my favorites too, but they got to prove themselves to Harry before they can be included in the family unit he's making.

AnimeNerdX , don't worry so much about Glenn and T-Dog. They'll be just fine… maybe. Anyways. About Carl and Rick… you may find out within the next few chapters if I'm feelin like you guys deserve to know early!

Sammyfox, DS2010, and gingin1975, I'm glad you guys are enjoying this!

Elfin69, of course. I wouldn't have dropped that bomb and not tell you guys!


The next morning was uneventful even though a few people from the group had decided on going on a run to the nearby city, Atlanta. Letting Harry know that he was in Georgia thanks to some radio broadcasts and the telly he had heard before everything went to shit. The people being left behind had written on a piece of scrap paper a few items they would like for them to keep an eye out for and Harry, who didn't feel like he deserved to ask for anything seeing as he had only been there for a day, kept silent as others demanded for things.

The only thing he did suggest was to find things for the kids to keep them entertained instead of them just sitting around bored. He knew that they could get into some serious trouble if they didn't have anything to occupy them.

He also asked Glenn, one of the people going, if he could find some sunglasses and maybe a ball cap for Carl. The sun was harsh that day since there were no clouds to cover that giant gaseous ball in the sky for any sort of reprieve and just standing in the shade wouldn't help much. Thankfully it was received with a smile and a nod with a promise to be on the lookout for the items.

After the group left Harry limped his way over to where the clothes were being cleaned with his own bag in tow, his ankle was much better after a night of being re-wrapped in the tumeric covered bandage. He had a few items that needed to be washed, but instead of asking one of the ladies to do it he would do it himself. He was more than capable after all. He had asked Daryl and Merle if they had any clothes they needed cleaned, but was declined since they said that their clothes were already clean.

He hummed softly as he got to cleaning his clothes. He didn't have many and he even offered to help the other women with cleaning the pile they had, but they said that they would get it knocked out in no time.

Leaving him with not much else to do Harry decided to consult one of his books he had stashed in his bag to look at a few pictures of herbs he could gather. Looking over the requirements for growth he found that there were quite a few herbs that could thrive in the Georgia climate. Dragging out a scarp piece of parchment he scribbled on a few of the herbs names and a brief description before putting his book away and grabbing a smaller bag to put the herbs in when he gathered them.

He stood up and tested his ankle for a moment and nodded to himself as he felt pretty secure on the slightly aching limb. He gathered his knives, his food safe one and his Inferi killing one, before pocketing the scrap of paper.

Looking over at everyone he saw that most of the people were busy except Daryl and Merle who were talking to each other by the tree line. Humming softly to himself he made up his mind and walked over to the duo. "Daryl," he spoke up as he approached, "Are you busy? I'm going to gather some herbs, but I didn't want to go alone and leave my back open for an attack. Will you come with me?"

Bright blue eyes looked him over and he fought the shiver that threatened to come up his spine. His mate really did have beautiful eyes. He got one small nod before the older man stood up and grabbed his crossbow, arrows, and a bag for himself. Harry assumed anything else he needed would be in the bag the older man had grabbed.

Waving goodbye to Merle the teen led Daryl out of the camp and away from the city. He honestly didn't want to go towards the city. Common sense has told him that a large city like Atlanta would be congested with the living dead and he didn't want to have part of that.

The duo was silent as they walked through the woods on the search for herbs and other things. So far they had come across thyme, oregano, and basil on their walk as well as a few mushrooms that Harry used a bit of wandless magic, when Daryl was turned around, to determine if they were safe to eat. Thankfully they were.

Along the way Daryl had also bagged a few squirrels to take to camp and Harry managed to bag two more rabbits. "When we get to camp I can show you how to turn these into jerky," Harry said softly as he field dressed the last rabbit he had killed, "If you want me too that is?"

Harry watched as Daryl licked his bottom lip from the corner of his eye and saw those beautiful blue eyes travel down to his bottom. "Yeah," Daryl said just a tiny bit huskily, "You can show me."

Harry couldn't help the small blush that flooded his cheeks. He felt his magic purr a bit as he fought the urge to just spread his legs. It was a bit ridiculous though. How his magic was trying to turn him into a slut for this man he just barely knew.

He cleared his throat a bit as he stood up, rabbit in hand, and walked over to the older man. He looked up and gave him a smile, "Ready to head back?" he asked, "It's getting a bit late and the sun will go down here in an hour."

Harry stepped a bit to the side so he could walk past Daryl, but as soon as he stepped forward beside the man his arm was grabbed and he was pressed against a tree. Looking up at Daryl he noticed how blown out his eyes were. There was just a small ring of blue around his dilated pupil.

He held back a whimper as his hands, once free of the rabbit he was carrying, were brought up above his head and pinned down with one of Daryls' hands. "Daryl," Harry whispered softly, but was unable to say anything else as his lips were taken by dry chapped lips.

His eyes fluttered closed as his magic and body sung with the touch of his soulmate. He felt Daryls' other hand grasp his hip and it made his back arch off the tree from the simple touch. He had never been touched or kissed this way, and just the small fact that it was his soulmate that was touching him made him glad he had waited on doing something like this.

He took a deep breath as Daryls' lips began to move against his own and he tried his best to follow his lead. He felt the hand that was on his hip venture under his shirt until it was flat against his stomach. Harry had briefly noted that Daryls' hand when flat on his stomach almost covered it entirely.

He gasped for air as Daryl left his lips only for the man to start trailing them down his neck leaving goosebumps behind. He let out a small whimper and tilted his head a bit to the side as he felt Daryl nip at his neck. "Daryl," Harry moaned out softly wanting the older man to do something. He felt Daryls' lips form a smirk against his neck as his hand trailed down the teens leg only to grasp it and bring it up to hook around the older mans' hip.

"Fuck," Harry cursed as he felt his hardened cock pressing against an equally hardened one. The movement began slow as Daryl pressed into him causing him to tighten the hold his leg had on Daryl. His other leg was shaking and just barely holding him up. He felt a calloused hand trail down his stomach, where it had once again made itself home after moving his leg, until ti reached the button to his jeans.

He felt Daryl pull back a bit and when he opened his eyes he saw him looking into his eyes. Giving him a shaky nod he gave Daryl his permission to continue. He felt and heard the button to his pants pop open and a warm hand slid in just under his underwear.

When Daryl grasped his hard cock he choked on his breath. Sure he had done this to himself multiple times, but feeling someone else doing it to him felt a million times better. Looking down he saw the tanned calloused hand griping him. He watched as just the tip of his cock was exposed every time Daryl moved his hand down.

He let out little gasps and when his hands were released he reached forward to grip Daryls' shirt. He leaned forward and engaged Daryl in a kiss while the older mans' other hand slid his pants down just to his knees. Harry knew what Daryl wanted and he couldn't deny him it. He wanted it just as bad if not more than the older man himself.

So when Daryl pulled away a bit and let him go, as much as he didn't want him to let go, to turn him around so his chest was pressed against the tree, he didn't protest.

He heard Daryls' movements as the older male knelt behind him and he couldn't help but release a whimper as he felt his cheeks being spread. If he were to be honest with himself his ass was his favorite feature he liked about himself. It was peachy, perky, and he, embarrassingly, liked watching it bounce the one time he watched himself ride a toy in the mirror before the apocalypse happened.

He was glad he took the time that morning to use a more thorough cleaning spell on his private parts as he felt Daryl lick him. He wet sounding gurgle left his throat as Daryl licked him harder than the tentative lick he had done before. He couldn't help but press back against Daryl as the older man tensed his tongue and pressed into his hole.

"Oooh," he moaned out and arched back. His hands scrambled to find something to grab as Daryl ate him out like a starving man. Daryl kept at it until Harry was shaking and begging to cum, and when he pulled back Harry let out a whining sound.

"Turn around baby," Daryl said as he helped the shaking teen turn, "Get me wet. You don't want me going in dry."

Harry nodded as he was carefully helped to his knees. His own hard erection was still standing straight up against his belly and the tip was flushed a dark red. He gulped as he reached up and unbuckled Daryls' pants before tugging them and his underwear down a bit further, almost to his ankles, than Daryl had pushed his down. He looked up a bit to the large erection in front of him and just hesitantly he gripped it in his lightly calloused hand.

Harry noted that when he wrapped his fingers around Daryl that there was quite a bit of distance between his finger tips before he leaned forward and gave the glistening tip a small lick. Pulling back slightly he moved his tongue around his mouth as he analyzed the taste. It was a bit salty, but there was a hint of sweetness to it. Deciding he liked the taste he moved forward a bit more and took the tip in his mouth.

He was slow, but sure in his movements, as he made sure to not choke himself on Daryl. He was glad that the redneck was being patient with him as he started to get use to the rather pleasant weight in his mouth. He began to move back and forth while moving his hand on the part he couldn't get in his mouth just like he had seen in a PlayBoy Wizard magazine Seamus had left on his side table.

"Good boy," Daryl said as he watched his little lover become more confidant on his cock. It was hard for him to stay as still as he was when all he wanted to do was thrust in and out of the hot willing mouth. He couldn't help the moan that left him as Harry peered up at him. He really did like the image. Big green eyes red rimmed and glassy with his pink flushed cheeks and pouty lips wrapped around him as the teen took more of him inside.

Once he was sure he was wet enough he placed his hand on Harrys' cheek signaling for him to stop as he pulled out of his mouth with a wet and satisfying pop. "Up," Daryl said as he lightly tugged on the dark strands.

Standing up Harry was made to step out of one side of his pants leaving them dangling on his other leg as Daryl picked him up and pressed him against the tree behind him. He was surprised when Daryl kissed him, but happily moaned as he wrapped his legs around Daryls' waist. He reached forward and gripped the shoulder parts of Daryls' shirt as he felt the man reach down to grab himself.

Harry threw his head back a bit as Daryl began to press inside of him. He knew that they should have done this with lube, but at the moment he didn't care. He could take the pain.

Daryl stilled himself as he felt the head of his cock pop through his little lovers opening. He pressed little kisses on the sweat covered skin in front of him as he waited for a signal that he could keep going. Harry was tighter than he expected, but he knew how to be gentle.

"M-More," Harry stuttered as his nails dug into Daryls' shoulders through the shirt. He felt a small kiss by his pulse point on his neck before feeling Daryl push forward inside of him. Letting out another whimper he pressed his heels into Daryls' back making the man go in faster than what he wanted.

The teen let out a yelp as Daryl finally was flush against him. He was in pain, but underneath that pain was rising pleasure. "Daryl," Harry whimpered out, "Move."

With a soft growl as he heard his boy telling him to move he started out slow, but was quick to go faster as pleading words left his little lovers mouth. Soon enough all they could hear over their moans and groans of pleasure was the sounds of their bodies coming together over and over again.

Harry was becoming lost in the pleasure as his own magic rejoiced that his mate was completing their bond, even if the muggle didn't know about it. He could feel it just under his skin wanting to burst out, but he kept in reigned in as much as he could as his rising pleasure took over his body.

His moans became louder as Daryl became more aggressive in his thrusting and his grip became tighter on his hips where was being held up by the man. He exclaimed that he was going to cum, but it was just met with a filthy kiss and faster thrusting. Harry entangled his hands in Daryls' hair as the older man ground himself inside of him. He let out a rather loud moan against his lips as he felt himself coating their stomachs with his cum and felt Daryl twitching and pulsing inside of him as the man coated his insides.

He leaned against Daryl as he pleasurable high he was in took over leaving him a twitching blissed out mess. He let out a groan as Daryl pulled out of him with a wet pop before feeling something slick leaving his hole. He looked up at the man as he panted for breath and gave him a sweet smile. He honestly loved the feeling of being filled by him.

He closed his eyes as he was placed back on his feet and felt a small kiss being placed on his sweaty forehead. He was just barely conscious enough to redress himself as Daryl did the same, and if Daryl had a problem with him leaning against him as they made their way back to camp, he didn't say anything.