#chat: daryl

[holy-rovia]

jesus + daryl

@ofmvoonlight​

Jesus had long since given up hope of seeing any of his friends in Sallow Hills. Intellectually, he knew that not everyone had to die to get here like he had (in fact, from what he could tell, more people didn't than did), but he still couldn't shake the feeling that it would work that way for them. Maybe it was just something he told himself to comfort himself since there was no way to know how they were really doing, but if never seeing them again meant that they lived long, happy lives, then he could live with that. He still kept an eye out for them at the housing office and the B&B, and Ahsoka knew the major names he'd be looking for, but it was without any real expectation.

He'd never been the type to put a lot into the holidays anyway, and if he threw himself a little harder into work than he needed to this time of year, that was nobody's business but his. There was always plenty to do, and between helping to rebuild the Drowned Prince and organizing holiday activities at the White Rabbit and the community center, it had been longer than he'd have liked since he'd been out to the cathedral to check on the revenants. They'd never been significant problem in the four years he'd been living here, but after experiencing a zombie apocalypse, he couldn't help the need to keep careful watch over them.

[holy-rovia]

❛ I won't leave again. I promise you that. Not for anything. ❜ (from Daryl xo)

"I don't blame you. I would too if I could." Jesus offered a weary smile from the corner of the couch in the upstairs office at Hilltop. In Maggie's absence, he'd mostly taken over it, falling in as de facto leader of Hilltop. And he hated it. Jesus had never considered himself leadership material, and he'd been a lone wolf far too long to be comfortable around that many people all the damn time. There was rarely a minute to himself, people constantly interrupting him to solve their problems no matter how he tried to delegate.

Even at the risk to his life, he would have preferred to be out in the world, scavenging or recruiting as the case may be. He certainly wouldn't deny Daryl the right to wander freely as he chose, and he wouldn't hold him to that promise. His kind died in captivity. He wasn't one to dwell on it even when he was clearly struggling though, more interested in what Daryl had to say about his travels. "How are you doing? You find anything?"

[holy-rovia]

❛ Son of a bitch shot me. You believe that? ❜ (from daryl!)

"Must be nice to have bullets to waste. Lucky he can't aim for shit." A smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, an effort to lighten the mood from the very real fear he felt at one of the Hilltop guards taking aim at Daryl. They really needed to have another lesson in gun safety if something like that was still happening. He'd asked him to take off his shirt so he could clean and examine the graze on his arm.

"In his defense, you do look like something that crawled out of the woods," he teased, handing back his shirt once he'd cleaned away the blood. "Shower's working if you want one. I can't promise it's hot, but it'll do the job." He paused, a hand lingering on Daryl's shoulder a moment too long, a reminder to himself that he was here and he was safe. He missed him more than he liked to admit when he was away. "I'm glad you're back."

[indyflanery]

@iwasnobodynothing

Daryl wasn’t good at flirting but he did it anyway. Besides the worst they could do was say no, or they weren’t interested. And he was already used to rejection. “Well best way ta’ avoid that would be ta’ get ta’ know each other, don’t ya’ think? We could go fer coffee or somethin’.”

A pleased smile slid across his features. He hadn’t planned on flirting with the other young man...Daryl. He honestly did have a hint of familiarity that Indy couldn’t place. Maybe he’d seen him at one point and his brain registered that attractiveness without realizing it. At any rate, Indy was quite drawn in. “We could. What are you doing right now?”

[indyflanery]

Daryl padded into his and Indiana's shared room, "Have you seen Lily?" He asked a little frantic, "I can't find her."

Peeking up from the book he’d managed to get his hands on - survival didn’t lend much time for reading, after all - Indy immediately frowned. They’d just gotten her, there was no way they could lose her already. “What? No, I haven’t….”

[indyflanery]

"Indy! Indy! Indy!" Daryl squealed as he rushed in with a little husky puppy clutched against his chest "Look look look!"

He’d always wanted a dog; never got the chance to have one, though. Especially not now, all things considering. So, when the other man ran up to him carrying a scrawny animal, a grin lit up his face. “Where’d you manage to find him? Him? Her?”