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Glenn and Daryl meet right after the outbreak. If the dead rising to eat the living wasn't weird enough, things take and ever weirder turn after a bit of military bureaucracy at the refugee camp leaves them listed as partners in a civil union.
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“The hell you doin’ out here deliverin’ pizzas if there’s a state of emergency been declared?” Daryl asked. He pushed some of the empty beer cans away, listening to them fall to the floor in a clatter, as he made room to sit his ass down on the seat opposite Glenn.
“Uh, I’ve got rent to pay and student loans for the degree I never finished,” Glenn replied, taking a bite of his pizza and chewing. “You really haven’t heard anything?”
“Been out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere the last two weeks,” Daryl replied, opening the lid of the pizza box and taking a slice for himself.
“Jeez, man,” Glenn said, his mouth working around a lump of thick, congealed cheese. “You’ve missed a whole lot.”
“Yeah? You gonna start catchin’ me up or we just gonna sit here n’ have the world’s shittiest blind first date.”