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@chokeholds-illegal  answered:  Running away from your problems won’t solve anything

Daryl wanted to sigh, wanted to say he wasn’t wrong, but all Daryl wanted to do right now was run away. He wanted to get out of these walls, get revenge on Negan, protect his family. Instead he glanced at Rick and let out a little grunt.

Rick shifts leaning against the gate. Daryl’s made up his mind, Rick knows better than to fight with the man. He doesn’t try, instead he pushes away from the gate. “If you’re going to be stupid enough to go out, you’re not going alone” Rick states, leaving no room for argument. 

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“Don’t be stupid,” Daryl spat, crouching down over Jesus, who had been shot not once, but twice; his shoulder and his leg. He had fallen down and Daryl was at his side in a second. His eyes burned with tears. Paul was not looking good: he was pale and losing a lot of blood, too much blood.

“We’re gonna get you outta here,” He said, breathing heavily as he started to lift the man; the cars were a mile down the road, but he didn’t give a damn. He wasn’t leaving here without his friend. He scooped him up, bridal style, and started sprinting as fast as he could as bullets flew through the air, exploding all around him.

Jesus had his hands on Daryl, instead of trying to stem the bleeding as he should’ve been, as soon as he knelt down beside him. One clutching the fabric of Daryl’s vest, a subconscious plea for Daryl to stay with him despite what he was saying, and the other at the side of his neck. The tears that fell from his eyes matched those that formed in Daryl’s. Blood spread across the fabric of his clothing. Jesus had pegged Daryl for the type to get pissed off when one of his people were shot, expected him to take that anger and fight back harder and worry about the fallen later. Instead, Daryl was beside him in an instant, preparing to retreat from the battle. “Please. You’re going to get yourself killed.” Jesus insisted, as much as it hurt for him to do so. He didn’t want Daryl to leave him, but the bitter reality was that there was no other way. It was his fault, he hadn’t been careful enough to avoid the gun shots. He didn’t want to take Daryl down with him. The chances were that he would die anyway, and everything Daryl did would be a wasted effort. “I won’t make it.”

Jesus cried out in agony as Daryl moved him, pain shooting through him so sharp that he was temporarily blinded by it. Too weak to do much of anything, Jesus let his head lean against Daryl’s shoulder as Daryl started running. He used what strength he had left to raise his gun, though he did  so shakily. He shot towards one of the men, providing as much cover as he could in his position before he couldn’t anymore and his hand went limp. Still conscious, he peered upwards at Daryl despite how heavy his eyelids felt and how tempting it was to keep them closed every time he blinked. 

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           “Your world’s about

                    to get a whole lot 

                                        b i g g e r . “

                                                                             paul “jesus” monroe indie roleplay

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Beth was digging through the remains of canned food. She didn’t see the other approach so much as she heard them. Without looking up, she asked “What would you like?”

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        “it’s NOT nothing. your face is completely fucked, ellie, how can you be okay with that?!” jane scolded, dabbing the cuts and bruises with a wet cloth, wiping away the blood that was smeared across her face.

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Daryl hesitated, staring at Beth, painfully aware of how close she was to him in this moment. He could, he thought, he could kiss her, if she wanted him to. Heat was flushing his cheeks and he tried to clear his throat to speak, to say something, instinctively grunt her off.   But in this moment, in the kitchen of the funeral home with the candles around them, he felt like someone else. Someone he wanted to be, someone else with Beth. He never felt like this before, not really, not so- seen, by anyone before. Not in the way Beth looked at him. He felt raw, exposed, in the best of ways. She was reading his mind. He wasn’t any good at initiating things, and, well, she always spoke her mind. He knew that any words he had would fail him. He didn’t know what moves or motions he made to make his way to her, but Daryl’s lips were pressed against Beth’s just for a moment, before he pulled back bashfully, turning away a bit. He side-eyed her, unsure of how she was feeling.

Beth felt herself grin as he leaned and and pressed the softest, quickest kiss against her lips. She knew that this wasn't something that Daryl wasn't like that. Someone to just kiss another person without truly wanting it, feeling it. She was nervous, too and felt almost bashful as she glanced back over at him before her grin somehow spread even wider. Honestly, the question had blurted from her mouth. Her mind-to-mouth filter catching up way too slow. Not that she regretted it but she was nervous. Had she pushed, with asking him that? It was the last thing she wanted to do, but the entire time they'd been at the funeral home, she couldn't help the questions that swirled through her mind. Something had shifted, she just hadn't been sure if it was for just her or for him as well. Not until his words and his answer to her question. He'd kissed her and she knew that it'd changed for him, as well. Beth opened her mouth to ask him what this was, but instead, she shut her mouth and reached across, simply taking his hand in her own and letting her fingers intertwine with his, a small smile on her lips.

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         Paul “Jesus” Monroe ▸ @chokeholds-illegal

“Daryl?” Jesus called the other man’s name, having approached to find him bashing a Savior’s skull in. Jesus wondered what the Saviors had done to make Daryl act like this especially since he had once completely screwed Daryl over and lost a truck full of his supplies and Daryl hadn’t killed him (although, Jesus had gotten the vibe that he wanted to). “Daryl.” Jesus repeated, more stern this time than the last.  Daryl’s words that followed meant nothing to him, leading him to assume that they weren’t meant for him. But, the ‘let’s go’ clearly was. So, Jesus followed him to the line of motorcycles, raising an eyebrow when he realized that Daryl intended for the two of them to share a motorcycle. “Last I knew, you didn’t even like me. Now, you want me sitting this close to you. You realize I’m going to have to hold on to you, right?” he teased, attempting to make the very heavy situation much more light-hearted, before swinging his leg over the back of Daryl’s motorcycle. “Come on, before any of the others have to end up looking like...” Jesus nodded his head at Joey. “that guy.”

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@chokeholds-illegal​ continued from here.

Daryl watched as Jesus finally came home, watching him approach quickly, surprising him with a kiss that sent Daryl’s heart on fire. He wrapped his arms around the scout, pulling him up and closer to Daryl’s lips so he could continue the kiss for a few moments before breaking it, still in shock over all of it. Immediately, Daryl began scanning over Jesus for any injuries. “Are you alright? Paul, tell me that’s not your blood,”

Paul shook his head, hands gravitating downward as Daryl broke the brief kiss they had shared. One on his neck, the other at his waist until he realized he was smudging Daryl’s skin with blood as well. “Should’ve been.” Realizing that he sounded much more cryptic than intended, Paul went back on his words. “Almost was.” He corrected, hoping to sound more grateful that his years of training had paid off. Paul smiled, running his hands over what was once a clean shirt to wipe the man’s blood away from his skin. With the exception of a few bumps, bruises and scrapes, he was great.  “What about you, are you okay?”