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Come and clash into me cause I want us to collide.
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Shane
It wasn't long after when they came across the camp with Dale, Jim, T-Dog and the Omegas, Andrea and Amy. The Morales family was there as well, all in all, they were good people that he could work with. He took it upon himself to look after them all. He found Glenn and Jacqiue a while later, with Carol, an Omega, Ed, her Alpha mate and her Omega daughter, Sophia, followed by the brothers Daryl and Merle.
Everyone made themselves useful.
Shane made rules for them to abide by that they mostly obeyed. Most of the Omegas worked with the food and chores, like cooking or washing, sometimes fishing. The only Omega that didn't was Glenn. It was new to Shane, meeting a male Omega. How he grew up, he was told that male Omegas were just holes, a term he really hadn't used but had heard many before.
Glenn, as far as things went, was very brave. He went into Atalanta many times alone for supplies that they needed. The betas, like Dale and T-Dog, even did their best to help about, like with finding wood and protection. The Alphas, in turn, protected them all, except the Dixon brothers. Well one Dixon brother in particular.
Since they were here, Daryl was the only one that made an effort to contribute with his hunting. Merle didn't do anything but eat and talk shit. It took a lot out of Shane not to shoot the white trash, however, what really stopped him, was his brother.
Not only was Daryl skilled with a bow and they could use his skills to feed the group but, he was unpredictable. Which, made him dangerous. Shane may be able to take Merle down, the older Alpha was mostly high and distracted by Andrea. Daryl on the other hand, was steady and observant. He'd also come after anyone that dared attack his brother, so Shane left it at that.
Rick returns in tow with the group and is reunited with his family. Merle Dixon, however is left, handcuffed to the roof of a building. When Daryl gets that news, it sets the Alpha off. With Rick now, Shane is able to take him down and allows him to calm down. They then learn that Rick has a bag of ammo and guns in the street that he dropped on his way to Atalanta.
There's also walkies in it that bag which he needs to contact a family that helped him when he awoke from his coma. A smaller group travels into the city again and is separated on their mission to find Merle and the bag. Rick is successful with the bag, however Merle apparently cut off his hand to escape.
Shane Walsh tries to be happy for his Best Friend. It was harder than he expected.
It was no more than a year ago when he last saw Rick and thought he was dead, then left him in that hospital and went for Carl and Lori. His only thought then, was 'How could he tell Lori this? And Carl?' Things went to shit and Shane's hope on Rick being alive still drastically reduced.
That, or he would have to put a bullet through his brother's head if he was wandering around for food. Lori had seemed to be fine with the fact that her husband died before this all, it made it easier than having to worry if her husband was a Walker. It all gets worse when he and Lori starts sleeping together.
At first, he tried to deny the feelings that had formed for the headstrong Omega. She was just unlike any female he'd been with and now understood why Rick loved her so dearly. Though she could be stubborn, her heart was in the right place. She cares immensely for her family and those around her if, you deserved it. That was possibly why Shane fell in love with her. Why, it was now eating him away to see her with her husband, his best friend- brother. The happiness he once felt during all this hell, ripped away from him.
He had to bury those feelings though and never have Rick find out.
In the mean time, Shane focused on what he was seeing. Narrowing his eyes, he glared as Daryl made his way over to Glenn and Carol. Over the past few days, he'd been incredibly quiet and distant. Which was a good and bad thing. Good because, no one was bothered or threatened since Merle was last here. Bad because it also meant that Daryl was thinking and if he was thinking, it could never be good. So, Shane had his eyes on the other Alpha. However, Daryl just sat and unsheathed two knives, making Shane push off the RV but, the Alpha just handed one to Glenn and said something softly, placing down a dead squirrel.
Glenn
Daryl sat next him some days later. A single squirrel in hand and two of his hunting knives. Carol raised an eyebrow as Daryl handed Glenn the knife. They had watched him earlier on, shedding the animals, then cleaning them all. He apparently saved the one more to teach Glenn. The Omega smiled and felt the blade, watching as it reflected the sun into his eyes.
It was very sharp from all Daryl's hard work. Carol was washing some clothes with her disgusting husband, Ed lurking around. T- Dog and Dale was on top of the RV and Shane leaned back on it, staring over at them. Lori and Rick was off teaching the others with Carl and Sophia. Andrea, Amy and Jim were training. Jacquie came around and took a place by Carol, helping her. Jim tinkered on the RV out of Glenn's sight.
"Careful with the blade, pretty sharp." Daryl placed the squirrel on a smooth rock. "Put the tip of blade here," He pointed to the chest of the furry rodent. "We're going to clean 'em out first. "
Glenn wanted to laugh. He was glad that the Alpha had decided not leave. And he was with the group more often. He didn't talk much, unless he was spoken to or Dale asked him to do watch.
He moved closer and pressed the tip at the squirrel.
"Yer better not be squeamish, kid."
Glenn let out that laugh, "Nope. Not with the shit I've seen."
"Fair 'nough."
Daryl put his hand over his. It was much bigger and a little dirty, along with the rest of him. But, he was warm and calloused from the years of working. He pressed down and Glenn saw the blood peel through.
"You wanna cut straight down."
Glenn nodded and Daryl's hand left so, he had to apply his own pressure. It was harder than it looked now, without Daryl's strength. It was like cutting through matted dirt. Daryl watched him and instructed him after, what the parts were and what they could be cooked in. Glenn was a bit fascinated, while Carol and Jacquie gagged.
Glenn had to snicker at them, looking back down at the bloodied knife and his hand.
The squirrel was wide open and Daryl was gutting out whatever wasn't good for humans to eat. He talked a bit as he worked, telling Glenn that the squirrel will have to be drained a bit and then skinned. He'd have to watch the skinning because it wasn't an easy task.
The next day, Glenn went on a run while Daryl was hunting. He came back unscathed with some more canned items, some sheets and to his luck, he'd found a sports store. It was mostly raided for hunting supplies, but, there was a whole section of Bow and Arrow supplies that were untouched. The door for the place was closed and not many Walkers knew how to open doors, especially if they were sure that there wasn't anything worth eating in there.
So, he managed to grab up a bunch of knifes, rope, batteries and cross bow arrows. A whole loot of them. He knew that Daryl had to save his arrows, which meant that he used them over and over, saving them from Geek heads and whatnot.
Glenn figured it would make a good way to repay the Alpha for teaching him and deciding on staying, even if it was for a bit longer.
Glenn gave the stuff to Dale to use wisely with the others. He looked around for Daryl and then went to check at his tent. He was cleaning his arrows, which was great. He felt a little excited about doing this for the male. Daryl was already doing a lot for them and no one had, except Rick and Carol, thanked him for his expertise.
"Hey, " Glenn went around the tent and sat down. He fumbled with the bag and then handed it out to Daryl.
"Here."
The Alpha frowned, "I didn't ask for anythin'"
"It's...think of it as a gift. For all that you do."
Daryl puts down the arrow and cloth. He snagged the bag and zipped it open. He stared at it for a moment, then looked at Glenn.
"Where?"
"An abandoned sports section." He shrugs. "You like it, will it work with yours?"
Daryl took out a few of the bolts, he measured them and whistled, "They'll work, alright."
"Great! Was worried they were the wrong type or something."
"How much did yer pick up?" The alpha digs around, taking out more and more arrows.
"Uh...all that was on the display."
There was a sound and Glenn jerked his head. Daryl was chuckling. The sound so very foreign to Glenn's ears. He felt immediately relieved at the new sound. Smiling a bit as he watched the male.
"Yeah, by the look of it, you took the whole damn stock."
"I just...figured you'd need them."
Daryl grabbed his bow. "Well, let's try these babies out."
Glenn and Daryl walked through the woods. Daryl told Glenn to focus on where he was stepping and to be as quiet as possible. It wasn't long before he realized that he was actually on a hunt with the older male. Daryl had taken up some of the arrows, left the rest behind in his tent. Glenn stayed up with him as much as he could. Daryl sometimes stopped and checked the floor of the woods which had Glenn thinking. He could not see anything significant about the dead leaves and grass. But, Daryl seemed to and carried on.
"What did you see?" Glenn decides to ask softly.
"Tracks."
"Who's? "
"Our Lunch."
Glenn smirked a bit.
Then, Daryl stooped down, signaling Glenn to do as well.
"Look." Daryl jerked his head towards the deer that was nibbling on some leaves.
"Oh, "
Daryl took Glenn's arm and they stepped away. Daryl stayed quiet as he set the arrow and measured his aim. Then, he put out the crossbow for Glenn. The Omega stared at it, a little confused.
"What? Daryl, I can't take down that."
"He's a big target, it ain't hard." Daryl came closer, "I'll show ya."
Glenn rubbed his hands against his pants, suddenly feeling nervous again. He bit his lip and gripped the bow. Daryl came up beside him and nodded.
"Lemme see you aim."
Glenn breathed in and rose the bow.
Daryl watches, a look on his face that was unreadable.
"Would you let me...show you?" The question was a little strange and Glenn didn't understand it for a bit.
Then, he got it.
Daryl was asking for permission to touch him. It was kinda funny to see Daryl so uncomfortable with asking that but, he understood why he did. He was obviously not one for contact with other people especially ones that he didn't know and weren't his family.
He nodded and Daryl's hand took Glenn's left, which was under the bow for balance, he moved it slightly. Glenn inhaled when he felt another hand on his waist, shifting his stand. His eyes tried to focus on the target that he could see through the leaves. But, it got the best of him and he had to met Daryl directly in the eyes. He was then, suddenly very away of their close proximity. How he had to tilt his head up to stare into those blue eyes and definitely noticed the way his breathing faltered as his heart began to pound.
He pulled his eyes away and ignored it all.
He had to.
"What now?"
Daryl's hands flinched away as if he was touching lava. Glenn let out a sigh of relief when the Alpha backed away a safe distance.
He tried to stop the fast pounding in his chest, slow it down at least. But, he was still Omega and Daryl was all Alpha, which he almost forgot while trying to be a friend to the man. This was exactly why Omegas and Alphas could never be friends. Glenn trailed his eyes back to the deer, he was looking around, as if trying to ignore the awkward moment that was occurring some several feet away from him. Glenn took a breath and slipped a finger over the trigger. The bow didn't make much sound and the deer didn't know what hit him, until he was on the ground with a bow in his neck.
Glenn gasped and dropped the bow. "Holy shit!"
"Quiet." Daryl says, picking up the bow.
"Not too loud out here. It ain't hard. The squirrels are though. Fast little fuckers."
"Wow," Glenn went forward, Daryl behind him. "Didn't think I could do it."
"Just takes patience and focus."
Glenn chuckles. "All of which you have."
"You learn to." Was the alpha's reply.
Glenn licked his lips and let Daryl pass him, who pulled out the arrow and knelt down at the Buck's neck. It was still breathing but, bleeding heavily, so he did not have long.
Glenn supposed he should feel guilty for taking this innocent animal's life but, when it came down to survival, he couldn't afford that remorse. There were children and adults to feed. This buck would do so for the next week or so.
Daryl was standing again, walking in Glenn's direction, he stepped out of the way suddenly asking something.
"Do you fish too?"
Daryl rolled his eyes making the Omega grin at his annoyance. He would not push his luck but, he also didn't want Daryl to head back just as yet. The Alpha did not like the group and would normally sit alone. Here, however, was Daryl's domain, so he comfortable here and Glenn liked that most, so he wanted him to stay here a bit longer.
"I ain't gonna, kid."
Glenn laughed, "Never said you had to," He looked down at the deer, "Need help? I want to."
Daryl shrugged, "Suit yerself." The Alpha takes an antler and pulls, Glenn fumbles and takes one of the hard but, also soft bone. Groaning at the heftiness of the buck which earned a slight smirk from the Alpha.
"Yer gonna hurt yerself, kid. Just leave it to me." Daryl frowns a bit, "You can hold this, " He hands over his bow.
Glenn does as he says and watches as Daryl easily drags the buck. He strides beside him. He inspects the bow.
"Can I ask, where you got this? "
The Alpha shrugs again, "Gift from my mother..." He trails off and as much as Glenn wants to ask, he stays quiet.
Today was going so well and he didn't want to ruin it.
Spoken to soon.
He and Daryl stopped a way out from the camp, where the cans on the rope was tied around the camp area to warn them of approaching danger. Daryl dropped the antler, wipes away some sweat and looks his way. The blue in his eyes prominent and incredible with murky grey clouds. Untidy brown hair sticking to his neck and skin. He was reaching for his bow when all Glenn's efforts went down the drain.
Later, Glenn would blame it on the Omega in him. Mope for days and hate himself for ruining the little friendship that he was trying to forge with Daryl. He really didn't know what it was but, he was very suddenly aware of Daryl's Alpha musk, the scent that all Alphas had and each was significant to the Alpha and to Omegas. Daryl's was an earthy, wild aroma that Glenn inhaled and made him lose all thought.
Which was extremely weird as he had been around so many Alphas since he was a baby and had gotten used to Alpha musk. This however, was different and stronger. It called to him and made his Omega stir which resulted in Glen tip toeing and kissing the Alpha. He pressed up against him and let his hand cup the older male's face, his eyes fluttering close. The Omega in him rejoicing as Glenn's heart raced.
In the back of his mind, he awaited the negative reaction that was coming. Daryl would push him away and beat the crap out of him. Maybe call him an Omega whore or worse, a greedy hole.
This was all against Glenn though. He wasn't scared too, just patient really. The Alpha was probably shocked and his lips parted, Glenn slipping his tongue in, the Omega in him excited. Daryl tasted like how he smelt; good, so damn good that Glenn melted.
The Alpha, despite the anger that Glenn expected, growled in return and a big hand clasp Glenn's hip. Glenn's Omega purred, he pulled the Alpha down, letting his arm go around the male's neck and his fingers thread through that damp hair. A growl rumbled in Daryl's throat and Glenn purred back for the Alpha in submission. He knew he looked all Omegan and also smelt like it now, his glands responding to an Alpha in this close proximity, sweetening to entice.
The deer long forgotten, Glenn battles with Daryl's tongue, feeling incredibly hot now. The Alpha's hold tightens and he pulls Glenn closer, there bodies colliding. Glenn let's out a moan and he pulls away to breathe, still, Daryl wasn't finished with him apparently and he was soon against a tree, panting and looking up at darkened blue eyes.
He bites his lip and then his neck is attacked, Daryl's neck dipping and his mouth ravaging Glenn's neck. The Omega's fingers thread through thick hair and he gasps, Daryl's name falling from his lips. Calloused hands sliding up Glenn's body, earning a shiver as he threw his head back for Daryl. Glenn's body responding even against his right mind, for the Alpha that smelt so good to him.
As quickly as it all began, it finishes just the same. Daryl ripping away from Glenn's neck and backing off as if he had been burnt. The male looked around frantically and then had to catch his breath. The scent that follows is the fury that he was waiting for. Glenn wanted to shrink away, and tried his best to, making himself seem small as Daryl cursed then wiped his mouth.
"If you wanted a fuck, Omega, you could've just asked."
The words were lecherous and Glenn felt disgusted and disappointed all at the same time. That wasn't what this was about. He just didn't want the male to feel like was alone.
"That wasn't my intention!-"
"Look, Omega, I don't have whatever it yer looking for," Daryl's eyes narrowed, "So, stay the fuck away."
"But-"
"Go!"
Glenn jumps and runs off.
He feels incredibly terrible. And he wants to hate the kiss. Hate the fact that his Omega was riled up by the Alpha. Hate that he moaned and bared his neck for him so easily. Like the hole, the whore that so many people had seen him to be no matter if it wasn't true.
And of all the people he chose to make out with, it just had to be Daryl Dixon. The redneck, stubborn, asshole of an Alpha that he thought, he'd seen the better in. Even if the slightest. And wanted so desperately to give him a chance to have a friend. Especially with Merle's disappearance.
He just figured that no one deserved to be alone.
Even Daryl Dixon.
Look where that got him.
Daryl
Daryl watches as Glenn disappears from the campfire. He grows a little agitated when the Omega doesn't return and goes in search of him. He's thinking that Glenn probably went to his tent to rest up for the night, nevertheless, he wasn't there. Daryl frowns and zips up the tent, he smirks a bit and walks the way to his own grey tent. From inside, he could smell Glenn and he holds back the snarl.
The Omega is in his tent, he couldn't be more excited. The Omega being in his territory meant that he was comfortable there, that he could stay there, best there. Daryl zipped open it and Glenn comes into view. He's a little shy, still he smiles at Daryl and beckons him in with his aroma.
Daryl gulps and picks up a sweetness in Glenn's scent. Daryl growls and Glenn lays down, letting the Alpha cover him, scenting him. Daryl rubs his face into a slender neck and let's his hands wander. He gets a sweet cry from Glenn's lips and he shushes him with a kiss. The Omega keens into him and his tongue clashes with Daryl's as his hands go around Daryl's neck.
The Alpha growls and breaks the kiss, he wants to feel more, so he nips at Glenn's neck before edging the Omega onto his ass and taking his jersey off, raising it up over his head and throwing it away somewhere. Daryl, takes in the sight if a flat, taunt stomach and eager nipples that he just has to taste. Before he could pull of his own plaid shirt. Glenn helps him and then the Omega spreads his legs a bit for Daryl to get comfortable between.
Chocolate eyes take in his firm form and Daryl gets a pleased purr. Glenn drags slender fingers down his chest, licking bruised lips.
"I want you,"
Glenn's words are a small, breathy rasp that runs straight to Daryl's cock. He should feel nervous or something because he'd never done this with a male Omega, however he felt extremely calm, well as calm as he could get in this situation. Daryl leans over and kisses Glenn onto his back. His hands trace smooth skin, causing shivers to run up Glenn's spin and his scent to spike thrills into then both.
The Alpha drops his head, parting their kiss and leading with his tongue, he laps at Glenn's nipple. The Omega gasps, and Daryl tweaks his other nip with his left hand. Glenn drops his head and mewls drool past his lips, making Daryl grow determined. He takes the bud into his mouth and suckles, Glenn's hand flew into his hair, tugging and threading through the locks.
"Oh, oh Dar-Daryl! Hah, Alpha?!"
Daryl grins, "You like that?"
He earns a frantic nod as sweat forms on Glenn's neck. Daryl wants to kick him everywhere, savour his taste of chocolate. Instead he focuses on the perky buds, lapping at them each, one by one. Glenn's moans gaining peak as his hips began to thrash. Daryl catches the scent of his slick and growls. Fuckin' hell. This Omega was gonna be the death of him. Daryl raises, tugs at his worn out jeans until they're off and he's nude.
His Glenn blushes at the sight, Daryl, helps the kid out of his pants, freeing the flushed pink dick, that was leaking and twitching on Glenn's stomach. Daryl figured he was an intimidating size for Glenn, lots of Omegas thought so, but he was just the average as most Alphas. Glenn wiggles, shy again while Daryl eyed the feast in front him. Glenn was all flawless skin and softness, making Daryl wonder if Glenn would mind his scars and-
"Alpha?" Bourbon eyes flutter up at him as Glenn hugs himself, his scent souring. "Uh.I-"
"Yer fuckin' perfect."
Glenn blushes and leans over to kiss him. Daryl let's him, his hand finding Glenn's hips and tightening, Glenn gingerly pushes him back and Daryl falls onto his back, then Glenn straddles him. Daryl's eyes widened and the Alpha in him grumbles pleasantly. Fuck, Glenn is gonna ride him, fuck.
His cock stands at attention, poking the Omega, earning a welp and a pretty blush. Glenn braces his hands against Daryl's chest and he reaches over Daryl's head, fumbling with a box. The Omega takes out some packets and tears one open. Daryl raises a brow, smirking when Glenn bites his lip.
"Uh? Do you mind? "
Daryl shakes his head, "Go 'head."
Glenn nods and takes the condom out, he twists a bit to face Daryl's length, his warm hand suddenly gripping him and Daryl thrust into the grip, groaning and dropping his head back. Glenn watches the movements, whining and then slides on the condom. He sighs when its on and turns back to Daryl.
"Thought it wouldn't fit." He says softly, his scent so fuckin' enticing.
Daryl chuckles darkly and watches as Glenn raises, still gripping him, his control slowly slipping away, and then the Omega presses his entrance at Daryl's tip. They both groan at the breach, Daryl bucking up and Glenn throwing his head back. Holy Fuck! Daryl is sure that Glenn's going to have hand marks on his thighs for days.
The Omega slides down achingly slowly, his tight, slick walls hot to the touch, enough to make Daryl hiss through his teeth. He wants to thrust, to get to pounding but, he always wants Glenn to get used to his size and ride him. The Omega mewls when he finally sits, panting atop Daryl.
"Ohmy God!"
Brown eyes are dilated, and little whimpers drag out for what seems like hours. Daryl waits patiently, watching the Omega on top him. Feeling the clutching of Glenn's tight channel. He takes in the sweat that drips down his neck and trickling down his stomach. Loves the way he bites his lip and rasps out some curse. It's not long until he's ready to move. He gives out a moan.
"Da-Daryl, you have to move-please move, Alpha."
Ain't got to tell him twice.
Daryl holds those thighs and thrusts.
"Oh my God!"
Glenn hold on for dear life as Daryl gives into the Omega's needs, looking for the right spot. The Omega groans when Daryl hits that bundle of nerves.
"Yes! There!"
Daryl curses. "Fuck, I'm trying to go easy 'ere Omega, you ain't helping."
"No, give me more! More, Alpha! I-I can take"
Daryl let's that snarl out, raises up and turns them over, the Omega doesn't get time to complain before Daryl has his legs thrown over his shoulders and he's thrusting. Fucking into the Omega, which Glenn takes eagerly, giving out the most lewd sounds.
"Yesyesyes! There right there- Daryl!" Glenn threads through his hair, basically screaming past his ears. "My Alpha, oh my Alpha, so good, such a strong Alpha! Yesyesyes!"
As much as he enjoyed the sounds, he didn't want to attract unwanted attention and silenced Glenn with some kisses that were messy, hot and wild. Glenn arches and breaks for air, wailing out more moans.
"Fuck, Glenn," Daryl drops his head into the Omega's neck, "So fuckin' tight. Such a good Omega. So fuckin' perfect-" Daryl groans as Glenn clamps around him, the sounds of their flesh coming together. Glenn purrs at the praise and kisses the Alpha's cheek, his nails clawing into Daryl's back, leaving wails in its wake. "You gonna cum for you Alpha, yeah."
Glenn nods frantically, wiggling and arching, exposing that bare neck to Daryl. The Alpha growls and sinks his teeth into Glenn's shoulder, enough to sooth his Alpha need. The Omega Keen's for him, little cock bouncing on his belly, spreading stickiness on both Alpha and Omega. He clamps up around the Alpha cock, causing Daryl's hips to stutter and the older male to groan. Glenn wails and milks the Alpha as he spurts all over them, his tight, little body seizing up.
Daryl bursts and goes light headed from the sheer strength of his orgasm, as he fills the condom. Glenn purrs and rubs his shoulders, fingers tracing up and down the Alpha's arms, back and through his hair while Daryl empties into the rubber. They both pant throughout it. Daryl burying his face into his Omega's neck and letting the content scent waft over him, Glenn purring. Daryl looses balance and drops on his Omega, earning a 'Oof' and Glenn's laughter while he slides out. He rolls on to his back and drags Glenn onto his chest, letting the Omega snuggle.