I LOVED all the drabbles you posted over at AO3! The head!canon of Jesus hitting the clubs is just, yes. I've had that as my personal head!canon for awhile now, and I was so pleased to see it written a little into fic! I've often wanted a fic where Jesus/Aaron/Eric are all talking about previous clubbing experiences before, and Daryl (stuck in the car with them) is just totally wtf. A Gay Squad head!canon, if you will lol.
Daryl was going to do it. He wasn’t a fucking coward and he was going to say something. Being gay was fine now, there was no reason to be afraid of saying something, coming out.
It was fine. Besides, the other three men in the car liked dick, too. This should be easy, a practice round for when other people inevitably found out—Carol and Maggie and shit, Rick.
Hell, Daryl’d known Eric and Aaron for almost two years, they’d probably already guessed. They weren’t really the point, though.
Jesus was the point. For reasons he didn’t care to examine too closely, Daryl wanted Jesus to know.
Jesus, sitting there with his hair in some kind of knot on top of his head, bright eyes crinkled with laughter at Eric’s story about some gay bar they’d both been to in D.C. Must have been a pretty sleazy joint; Daryl felt his eyebrows climbing higher and higher as they talked. Apparently Eric had been kinda wild before settling down, but Aaron didn’t seem to mind. He was laughing even harder than Jesus.
Some of the details made Daryl want to bail out of the car and take his chances walking to Oceanside. He knew his ears and neck were bright red; Jesus kept glancing at them.
After what felt like an eternity, Eric’s story about watermelon-flavored lube, two drag queens, and a runaway groom with a limousine finally wound down. Seizing the moment, Daryl stuttered out, “Weren’t stuff like that where I’m from.”
Beside him, Jesus just smirked and shook his head. “Daryl, I assure you gay people lived in rural Georgia, too. We blend in pretty well when we aren’t out clubbing in rainbow gear and stilettos.”
Daryl willed himself to spit it out. Say it. Fucking say it. “I know. I blended in, too.”
Eric broke in, “He didn’t mean it like that.”
Jesus shrugged, sitting back a little. He threw a half smile at Daryl. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Let’s stop talking about our misspent youth, though, or Daryl’s ears will be permanently dyed red.”
“Jesus,” Aaron admonished softly.
Desperately, Daryl spoke over him. “Just meant there weren’t bars like-”
“Nah,” Daryl interrupted, going for broke. “Not near me. Not when I was young.”
Silence filled the car. Daryl would have liked to look at Jesus’s expression, but found he suddenly couldn’t move his eyes from the window. The coast flew by unseen.
“Did you… check?” Aaron asked carefully.
“Yeah,” Daryl replied, still looking out the window.
The awful silence returned, and for a second Daryl would have given his right arm to go back in time, even if it meant enduring Eric’s raunchy story again.
Then Jesus piped up, “Well that’s a damn shame. We’re going to fix this.”
Nonplussed, Daryl turned to look at the man beside him. Jesus was smiling and his eyes were kind. His voice, though, was very insistent. “Oh, you heard me, Dixon. When we get back to Alexandria you’re getting the full gay bar experience. We’ll get Tara in on it, maybe find some lasers, a fog machine…”
“We can all wear something naughty? Fishnet shirts and short shorts?” Eric said, turning fully around in the front seat to face Daryl with a grin. Aaron sent him a quelling look, the effect somewhat spoiled by his own soft smile.
The image of Jesus in that getup crossed his mind and Daryl thought his ears might actually catch fire. “No. Fuck no.”
But Jesus was nodding along. “Exactly! It’ll be fun. I’ll make Slippery Nipples-”
“Make what?” Daryl asked, aghast.
“It’s a cocktail. And we’ll dance to Madonna.”
Daryl stared in horror and Jesus cracked up, doubled over with his hands covering his face.
Christ. The little shit was fucking with him. “You’re such an asshole.”
“I really am,” Jesus agreed with a cheerful wink. “But not as much as this one guy I hooked up with at this club in L.A., let me tell you, the sex was ah-mazing but when I woke up the next morning…”
Daryl cringed and blushed the whole time, but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as Jesus described waking up on the beach covered in glitter and missing his car keys.
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