Hey everyone! Back with more TWD! This is my first story that is straight out of my head, no kink meme prompt. It is of course Daryl/Glenn or Darlenn. This is the first chapter and I have more planned :) This is also my first M-Preg story.

I will be changing things from the show, you will see, I hope that doesn't discourage any one.

I am rating M for cussing and sexual references. Enjoy ya'll :D

Glenn had been sick for weeks. He didn't know why, all he knew is that in the morning and at random times throughout the day he would become nauseous and have to empty is stomach of all its contents. The first few times it happened he didn't think much of it. He chalked it up to stress, which nowadays there was plenty of it to go around. With the supply runs into Atlanta, the many chores around camp, Shane being overly controlling, watch duties and the Dixon brothers, who wouldn't be stressed out? Not that Daryl really caused any problems, mostly playing mediator whenever his big brother opened his mouth. Glenn knew that Daryl didn't hate him like Merle did. He had solid proof of that much. No one knew that months earlier, only weeks after the whole world it seemed went to shit, he and Daryl had a small thing. It was just sex really or it was meant to be.

When Glenn found the quarry camp about three weeks after the shit hit the fan, the Dixon brothers were already there. He found the camp by luck, heard Shane broadcasting the camps location on his radio. He was heading out of the dead city when he heard it and decided he didn't really have that much of a choice. The camp was smaller back then, only Dale, Shane and Lori and her kid, the Peletiers, the Morales, Andrea and Amy and the Dixons. Many more people would trickle in over the next weeks and months. Glenn hit it off with Dale right away. He would spend hours just talking to him and soon the whole group loved him, save two. After a few days Glenn decided to try to know the Dixons. Merle squashed the possibility of any friendship right away, saying more slurs in five minute then Glenn had heard all his life. Daryl was silent, so Glenn took that as a descent sign. He started talking with Daryl whenever Merle wasn't around, which turns out was a lot. It took about a week before Daryl actually spoke back to him.

Glenn hadn't planned on anything coming from their small talks. He just wanted to know everyone in the group but from the very start he had noticed how attractive the younger Dixon was. Not that he would ever say that to Daryl's face. It was about six weeks after the dead started strolling around that Glenn had sex with Daryl for the first time. Calling it sex might have been too kind, fucked was a better word. The first time Glenn was fucked by Daryl. It was fast, hard, dirty and the best fuck Glenn had ever had. He was in shock after it happened. One minute they were in the woods, Daryl showing Glenn how his crossbow worked, the next he was bracing himself against a tree, the bark tearing at his palms as he was taken by the young Dixon.

They didn't stop at one time; they seemed to always be sneaking off into the wood, down to quarry for a quick screw. Glenn knew that Daryl wasn't good with emotions, so when he felt the lust for the man turn to something more, he kept it to himself. Well, he did for a while. Three weeks of mind blowing quickies, because that is all sex seems to be these days, ended because of his stupid mouth.

Glenn gripped the tree he was using to keep himself on his feet as bile raised from his throat. He could barely breathe, the heaving making his body and head hurt. When there was nothing left to cough up he straightened shakily and stumbled back to camp. He was getting sick of this puking thing. He had been sick like this about ten weeks by Dale's calendar. The length of whatever was wrong was disturbing. Some days were better than others, he would only be queasy others he felt like he was vomiting all day, plus the headaches and his back was always sore it seemed. The nausea had made food smell different to him and the scent of frying meat turned his stomach in the worst way. He didn't know what was wrong with him but he was starting to really get worried, it's not like he can run down to the clinic anymore for a quick check up. He had told no one in the group about his situation. It was best to not worry the group with his problem though. It might really just be stress.

He entered camp and saw the group of people getting ready near the cars. He was taking a group into Atlanta with him for a supply run. Shane had thought it would be better to take more people, so more supplies could be brought back. He grabbed his pack from his tent and went to get a drink of water. He had downed almost half a canteen when Lori walked up to him with a strange look on her face.

"Glenn?" She said when she reached him.

"Yeah?" He said closing the canteen and shoving it into his pack.

"Are you feeling alright?" Lori whispered to him, like being ill these day was a crime, it might as well be.

"Of course. Why?" Glenn asked but he knew why.

"You look pale, shaky and maybe bloated? Are you sick, Glenn?" She asked holding his shoulder.

"No, I'm just stressed, first time taking a group on a run. Its nerve wracking is all." Glenn said with a smile as the lies spilled from his mouth. He had noticed his stomach did seem bloated but he thought maybe it was from vomiting.

"And the bloating? Maybe you should wait until Daryl gets back in the next day or so, let you have time to feel better." She said reaching for his stomach.

"It's nothing, maybe too much squirrel and little snacks I bring back for the kids. I'm fine, no need to wait." He said catching her hand. She didn't look convinced but she let it go. He smiled then headed over to the van they were taking, he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. All he wanted was to lie down but he had things he had to do.

They left Merle. How could they do that? Daryl was going to blow a fuse. They left his brother chained like a dog to a roof. If Daryl didn't already hate Glenn, he would now. When Rick first handcuffed Merle he wanted to say something. He knew what the man he rescued was doing was wrong but he just couldn't speak up. This new guy scared him just a little, hell he just handcuffed a guy to a roof, what else would he do to bring that safety he kept preaching about? Sure Merle was acting crazy, he was probably just as freaked out as everyone else and coping the only way he knew how, with violence. Then the whole walker guts plan, Rick sure was resourceful. Hey, at least he got to drive a cool car at extreme speeds.

When they all made it back to camp he was relieved to see Daryl wasn't back yet. Then the whole Grimes family reunion happened and everyone got kinda distracted welcoming the once sheriff. Glenn kept thinking about Daryl though as they sat in the chilled September air hearing Ricks story. When Dale brought up Daryl his chest constricted tightly. He knew that no matter who told him, Daryl was going to go ballistic. When Glenn crawled into his tent that night he remembered one of his talks with Daryl. Merle was all Daryl ever had. Their dad had been a complete dick and their mom passed away before Daryl could remember.

Daryl wouldn't know what to do without his older brother. The only time they had ever really been apart was when Merle was in the military or when he was jail. Glenn knew that Rick was going to have to able to defend himself against the younger Dixon like he had the older. Granted it wasn't really fair. Rick had come from the side to hit Merle to knock him off balance and cuff him, Merle hadn't even seen him move. He wouldn't have that advantage with Daryl. Merle may have been larger but Daryl was the better fighter, he wouldn't go down easy. Glenn buried his head in his pillow. He managed to fall asleep, dreading what might happen the next day.

When they found the walker eating the deer, Glenn noticed a few things. One, the walker had come from the city based on his suit. Two, the kids were now at a safe distance. Three, all the guys were silently armed. Four, those were Daryl's arrows in the hind quarters of the deer. When Dale chopped its head off they all heaved a sigh of relief but the rustle nearby almost had Glenn heaving up his meager breakfast. Then there was Daryl stalking out of the trees and the feeling only increased. Daryl was pissed that the deer was now useless but he had maybe a dozen squirrels so it wasn't that bad a loss. When he stomped toward camp calling for his brother Glenn really had to step aside to relieve himself of his powdered eggs.

When Glenn caught up Rick was delivering the news. Glenn saw the flash of fury in his blue eyes even before the squirrels went flying. When Daryl pulled his buck knife Glenn felt like he was going to puke again. Then Shane was choking Daryl out from the back, could anyone around here fight fair? Daryl wasn't even paying attention to Shane. He wouldn't let this one go.

"Let him go, Shane!" Glenn yelled without thinking. Shane and Rick stared at him in shock. "I said let go!" Glenn said moving over to kneel next to Daryl. Shane let go slowly then Glenn had his hands on Daryl's shoulders and for the first time in weeks upon weeks Daryl didn't jerk away from him.

"Daryl, look at me." Glenn whispered. Blue eyes found his for the first time in so long, "He is safe. T-Dog said so, he chained the door. Merle is fine; we just have to go back for him." Daryl stared at him for a few minutes then nodded.

"He better be fuckin' fine." Daryl said rising to his feet. Glenn sighed, glad that had worked. They started getting ready to leave and for once Glenn felt no nausea. Daryl hadn't pushed him away, maybe that was a start at fixing things.

It had been one hell of a day. When they got back to the roof Merle was gone. Daryl almost lost it and Rick pulled his gun on him. That made Glenn's stomach clench. Merle had somehow managed to slip the cuffs but not without some damage judging by all the blood. Merle was long gone though, so they had to move on to the guns. The plan seemed solid, grab the bag and run was the basics. Fake gangsters were not factored into the plan. After that was dealt with they found the truck gone. Now they had to walk the miles back to camp.

The cherry on the sundae that was that day, the camp got attack while they were still a good mile away. When they busted past the trees the scene almost had Glenn puking again but there were people to protect. He was not marksmen but he took his fair share out with his shotgun. They lost so many people. Everyone left was terrified. Glenn sat on the ground staring over at Andrea as she sat with her sister. Amy was gone and the fact broke everyone's heart.

At first light everyone was to work. Burning walkers, burying their friends and making sure no one was coming back. Glenn yelled at Daryl, he was going to burn one of their people, they bury their own. Daryl took it better than he expected, just dragged what use to be a friend over to the bury pile. It took hours but they finally had everyone buried or burned. Jim was bit. Rick had suggested the CDC, even though Shane disagreed that was their next destination. Packing up the cars took almost no time. Morales and his family chose to head toward family and they parted ways.

They had only been on the road an hour when Glenn got hit with a huge wave of nausea. He scrambled back to the bathroom and unloaded into the toilet. He slowly made it back to the front and sat next to Dale. The older man just patted his knee and said it had been that kind of day. Glenn nodded but knew that he wasn't vomiting out of sorrow for the group members. He had no idea why he was throwing up. Then they left Jim on the side of the road, it's what he wanted but that didn't make it easier.

When they got inside the CDC after almost being overtaken by walkers, Glenn was surprised all Jenner wanted was blood samples. He had no problem with that, maybe he could get to the bottom of what was wrong with him. Once all the blood was taken, they were lead to where they would reside. Jenner showed them rooms with comfy couches, cots and board games. Then he said the magic words, hot water. Glenn picked a room with a large couch and tossed his bag onto it. He slumped down on the plush cushion to test it, much better than a sleeping bag on the ground. T-Dog popped his head in and said the group was having a feast and drinks then hurried away toward the dining room. Glenn sighed then got up.

"Glenn, can I have a moment?" It was Jenner, he stopped Glenn right before he reached the others, and he could hear the laughs from the dining room.

"Sure." Glenn said then followed the doctor. He was lead to a room that looked like an exam room.

"Have a seat." Jenner said gesturing to the table in the middle of the room. Glenn felt his pulse increase as he sat, something was wrong with him, something bad. "Well, I just finished your blood work and something really stood out."

"I'm sick aren't I?" Glenn asked fearfully.

"Why would you ask that?" Jenner asked flipping through a chart that had to Glenn's.

"I have been throwing up for weeks. I get headaches from hell. My back never stops hurting and something is up with my stomach. I'm really sick aren't I? Like fatally? I'm gonna die aren't I?" Glenn rambled.

"Glenn." Jenner tried to interrupt him.

"I have cancer or something, don't I? Something super serious that can't be helped now because there are no more doctors or chemo." Glenn kept going.

"Glenn." Jenner tried again, but Glenn didn't stop.

"What a way to go out. Survived the zombie apocalypse to get taken out by a stomach bug or something. Only I would die that way. What a lame way to go ou-"

"Glenn! You're not dying!" Jenner yelled causing Glenn to silence instantly, "You're pregnant."

There it is! Chapter one is done. I hope it was okay, I know it was a tad rushed but I am trying to get to the farm and didn't want to take chapters recapping the show almost word for word.

Review please! Let me know what you think. Should I continue? Let me know :)

Quick note: I had to make some decisions when it came to Glenn getting pregnant. We didn't know what month it was when the apocalypse happened so I picked April. Which means Rick got shot in March or so. I know it was kinda summer like in the show but this is fiction after all.

~Huggies&Kissies~