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thegreenaardvark · 4 months

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Suspicion

Daryl paced the small trailer that he shared with Paul. It was just before sundown, and Daryl had been watching the sun sinking below to the horizon for the last hour. When he had gone out on a run with Aaron three days ago, Daryl realized he couldn't continue pretending he didn't know anymore. He had been pulling the wool over his own eyes for months while his boyfriend had found every opportunity to meet Aaron out beyond the walls of Hilltop. The first few times, Daryl had walked Paul to the gate and giving his shoulder a soft grip before watching him go off into the wild. He had considered Aaron to be a good friend for a long time and, at the beginning, he had no reason to suspect that Paul would ever cheat on him.

It had been two years since Aaron had lost Eric, and with a lot of encouragement from Maggie, he had begun to start dating again (though Daryl wasn't too sure what qualified as 'dating' in this world now).

What had started out as one or two couple hour trips outside of the Hilltop to pick up some supplies for the community had gone on to quickly become days spent outside with only each other for company. Daryl had tried and tried to think of some reason that Paul would want to spend his time out there with Aaron instead of him, but he couldn't deny it anymore.

Daryl had known it would never last. And while he didn't think it would happen like this, he couldn't bring himself to hate Paul for it.

He tried not to think too hard about it. Daryl wanted to focus on the 14 months that he had been able to have with the man. He was fine on his own. He knew that Dog would follow him anywhere. He would go back to how it was before; build another cabin by the river and being comforted by the rustling of the forest around him instead of having the sound of Paul's slow, deep breaths beside him. But it hurt as he stared at the duffel bag beside the door that held his sparse belongings.

He should have been gone already. He hadn't bothered to write a note, and he knew that Paul was likely looking forward to having his privacy back inside these walls.

Daryl had never needed these walls, or these people, or even this trailer. But it had been so good...so good to have someone next to him. He hadn't had that since before the turn, and even then it was never for longer than a couple of weeks. But he didn't need it...he had survived on his own before and now he would do it again.

He breathed the smell of the trailer in deep, trying to commit it to his memory before picking his duffel up off of the floor.

He hadn't heard the door open behind him and as he turned he found Paul standing in the doorframe.

"Daryl?"

He didn't answer, eyes tilted towards the floor.

"Daryl...what is this?"

Paul had his long hair swept over one shoulder of the long black trench coat. He shrugged the coat off, uncharacteristically throwing it off to the side somewhere.

"It's fine..." Daryl muttered, still staring at the floor.

He went to zip around Paul but Paul grabbed the duffel strap around Daryl's shoulder, pulling him back inside the trailer and closing the door behind them both and managed to finally catch Daryl's eye. A mixture of confusion and hurt was written across Paul's face, and it made Daryl's heart lurch. He should have left earlier...

"Daryl what...where are you going?"

"It's fine..."

"No! Stop saying that," Paul said before walking across their small living room towards Daryl.

Daryl dropped the bag then, gripping both of Paul's shoulders and pushing him at arms length.

"Didn't have to sneak 'round y'know," Daryl started, "Y' could've just told me."

"Told you what?"

"Aaron's a good guy..."

"Yeah, I know. That's why we're friends with him. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Stop, jus' stop," Daryl said. He had started to loose the calm in his voice. He had wanted to get through this without some kind of screaming match, but he guessed that wouldn't be happening, "I know alright. I get it. I know what you've been doin' out there with 'im."

And then Paul looked furious, "You knew and...and...you were just going to do that? You were going to run out on me?"

"What do you want from me Paul. Knew this...thing, wasn't gon' last forever. I just...I at least thought you'd be honest 'bout it."

Paul swiped at the moisture that was now running down his cheek, "You're going to talk to me about honesty while you've got a bag packed at the door? You were just going to go and pretend like nothing's wrong..." Paul let out a shaky breath, and his voice broke as he asked, "Were you even going to tell me why?"

"You're fucking him."

And then Paul's fury was back, "I'm not fucking Aaron! Why would you think that?!"

"Because I ain't blind! He's ten years younger 'n' me an' he ain't been scarred to shit. Y' just spent half o' the week out there an' came back with an empty trunk; so don't fuckin' lie to me!"

"W-...I...I wouldn't do that. I never gave you any reason to think that I would."

"Oh come on..."

"You know what?! Fuck you Daryl! You want to know what I was doing out there with Aaron? Fine, here!" Paul yelled before throwing a small piece of metal against Daryl's chest.

On reflex, Daryl caught the small piece of metal before it clattered to the ground. He opened his palm to examine the small object: a smooth rose gold ring.

"I wanted it to be a surprise, so I asked Aaron to back me up out there; and it's not like I can just take a bus down to the mall anymore, so yeah, it took a couple of tries to find a one. But I never slept with Aaron. I wouldn't do that, you know that. At least...I though you did. And you your telling me that this is just temporary for you? That you knew it would never last? I care about you and...maybe it was stupid, but I kind of thought you'd fucking care about me too. But if that's all you thought this was t-then maybe you should just go."

Daryl stared dumbfoundedly at the ring, and then up at Paul's face. His cheeks were wet again while angry red-rimmed eyes stared back at him. The ball of guilt sitting behind his ribs felt like it was made of lead.

"Paul I-I'm..."

"Just get out." Paul said. Daryl figured the sentence was meant to sound commanding, but the sound of it was barely audible over the buzz of fluorescent lights.

Paul turned away from him and braced his hands against the dining table, shoulders slumping forward. Daryl cautiously placed one hand on the side of his hip. He waited to see if Paul would bat him away, but he he didn't. Daryl could hear Paul struggling to keep his breathing even as he wrapped his other arm around the smaller man's middle. The hand on his hip went to push away Paul's hair so that he could rest his chin on his shoulder.

"I'm an asshole," Daryl muttered, "An' I'm sorry I-I fucked up."

Paul didn't say anything, and Daryl took it as his cue to piss off. He untangled himself from Paul's smaller frame and grabbed his bag before leaving the trailer behind.

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Daryl had set himself up in the steeple at the top of Barrington house. It was cold and full of spiders, but nowhere near the worst place he had ever slept. After he had found an old bolt of canvas to tack across the one leaking window, the draft could be easily ignored with a thick sleeping bag and an extra pair of socks.

It had been a solid week since his fight with Paul, and he had yet to set foot back into the trailer. He knew Paul didn't want him there, and if he was being honest, he didn't know if he wanted to be there. He loved Paul...of course he did. But he knew Paul deserved better than some asshole redneck that would do nothing but hurt him in the end. That's what he did wasn't it? He hurt Paul...

No, the best thing he could to now was leave the other man be.

He had never wanted to hurt Paul...

He was on his way back inside the gates of Hilltop, bow slung over one shoulder and a string of squirrels over the other when he came into view of Aaron's furious gaze.

Daryl had never found the other man particularly intimidating, but that view was sure being challenged as Aaron all but dragged him behind the barn.

"What the hell is going on?!" Aaron hissed, the usual pleasantness in his tone gone.

Daryl turned to walk away, but Aaron grabbed him by the back of his collar and pushed him back towards the shadow of the barn.

"No, seriously Daryl, what the hell happened between you and Jesus? He said you just moved out last week and haven't spoken to him since."

Daryl scowled, "Sounds like you already know."

"He said you accused him of cheating on you. I mean...what the fuck Daryl?! You really think he's do that? That I'd do that?! For gods sake I-I was married for 14 years. I...why, just why?!"

Daryl shrugged, "Deserves some one who knows what the fuck their doin'."

Aaron stared at him incredulously for a moment before saying, "He deserves someone who's actually willing to talk things out instead of running off! I mean, He just went from getting ready to propose to having his relationship implode out-of-the-blue. And you what...thought he was going to just forget it happened?"

"He should forget it; forget the whole damn thing. Ain't like it fuckin' no more anyhow..."

"Don't try and bullshit me! I know, and you know; that man loves you, and it is stupid to pretend anything else. You're the one who fucked up here.

"Y' think I don' get it?!" Daryl shouted back, "I know fucked up a'right? Ain't nothin' I could do 'bout it now."

"You know, I don't think you do get it Daryl! I came by to see how the proposal went this morning; you know, while you were out hiding in the fucking woods. Do you even notice that the man is a fucking mess?"

Daryl's guilt kept him silent.

"Now, how I see it, you've got two options: you can march back there and figure this shit out together, or you can keep on acting like an asshole and pretending like you don't give a fuck about him, which we both know is wrong. I think I know which one you should choose."

Daryl took a deep breath, "Got one more thing I got to do first."

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In the end it took him a couple of hours to complete.

Going out and finding a copper pipe that would be the right size.

Filing off what he needed to make it.

Rounding off the edges and brushing down the sides.

It wasn't nearly as nice as the one that Paul had found, but Daryl knew he only had a limited time to do this before Aaron would undoubtable come back to Hilltop to kick his ass seven was to Sunday.

Daryl smacked the flat of his hand against the door to the trailer twice before he heard the knob unlock. Paul was clad in a pair of grey joggers and a black t-shirt that Daryl recognised was his from the tear along the hem. The soft hair that usually framed his face was unwashed and tied in a knot at the back of his head. Paul tried to slam the door closed, muttering a half-hearted 'fuck off Daryl,' but Daryl caught the edge of it with his palm and followed Paul as he retreated back inside the trailer.

Paul was leaning against the table with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, "If you came by for the rest of your stuff, its in a box in Barrington," He said tersely, "Minus the shirt; that's mine now."

"Whatever y' want."

"Good! Well, there's the door then!

The piercing affect of Paul's glare was intensified by crystalline green of his iris'. It would have been convincing had his waterline not still been a slight shade of red.

"Jus' talk t' me..."

Paul scoffed, "I'm not the one that's been hiding out in the woods all week."

"C'mon Paul."

"You know what? Fine. You want me to tell you how I've been sneaking off with someone else for weeks? You want me to tell you about all of the sex I've been having since you've been gone? Because it really doesn't matter what I say to you, does it? It's not like you'll believe me anyway. I mean why would you start now right? Because I'm clearly the one with trust issues here. I went out with Aaron who, like me, is one of the emissaries between Hilltop and Alexandria so its not extatically like I never see him, four a couple of days and you immediately jump to the conclusion that I'm hooking up with him. What, is it because I'm gay? Or do you just think I'm that much of a slut? Because, I hate to break it to you Daryl, but not everyone lives like they've been raised in a covenant. Just because I played the field a little bit in my early 20's doesn't mean I'm going around fucking anything that moves."

"I know."

"And I told you that because I wanted to be honest about it, not because I was trying to...to brag about my number or make you jealous or something. I really didn't think you were going to just throw that back in my face, but hey, I guess I was wrong. After all, I didn't judge you when you told me about your lack of experience, so I guess it was just stupid for me to expect the same treatment!

Daryl hummed in acknowledgement, "Shouldn't've been like tha..."

"No, no! I'm not done here. It's my turn to be a jackass right now.

Because I'm not the one who accused my boyfriend of being a cheat while he was out trying to figure out a nice way to fucking propose! I-I-I don't know what you want from me. H..." Jesus tried, and failed, to choke back his emotions, "How long were we together Daryl? Thirteen, fourteen months?"

Daryl nodded.

"And how many of those months were just a joke to you?"

Daryl wanted to look away from the evidence of the hurt he had caused running down Paul's cheek, but he forced his eyes to lock with Paul's.

"Was never a joke t' me. It's...It ain't you Paul..."

"It's not you, it's me huh? Really?"

"It's true. Ain't ne'er wanted t' be wit' another man 'fore. Hell I ain't really wanted t' be with anyone 'fore you. None o' them girls my brother sent after me made me want what I want from you."

Paul took a deep breath to calm himself before he asked, "And...what exactly is it that you want from me Daryl? Because I can't keep guessing anymore."

Daryl took a slow step foreword. Then another, waiting to see if Paul would shove him back towards the door of the trailer. But Paul didn't; he just stayed statue still as Daryl lightly wrapped one arm around his hip, "Just want you. Only ever goin' to want you...I'm sorry."

There was a full minute of deafening silence before Paul finally allowed himself to nod his head. Daryl pressed their foreheads together and breathed in Paul's scent, pine and apples underneath which was a musk that was uniquely his. And Paul let his chin lean up so that their noses could brush together lightly. Daryl could feel the heat coming off of Paul's lips, but he pulled back slightly so that he could look Paul in the face.

"Just one more thing," Daryl began.

"What is it?"

Daryl reached into his back pocket, his fingers sweating so badly that he almost dropped it before he brought the brushed copper ring between them for Paul to see.

"Will you mar..."

Then Paul's mouth was against his, his fingers tangling into Daryl's hair. And Daryl could breathe again. He could breathe better in that moment than he ever could have without Paul wrapped up against him.

Daryl pulled back from the kiss, but didn't dare pull his body away from Paul's.

Paul nodded his head quickly, "Yes," He replied before wrestling his left hand free for Daryl to slip the ring on.

The ring wasn't perfect. It was just slightly too big. There were scratches across the surface from where Daryl had brushed the pattern into it, and there were places where the metal was ever so slightly too sharp; but just like Daryl, it was his and he wanted to take care of it.

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twd-darylxjesus · 6 months

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Tell No Lies [complete]

by Polychrome

Explicit | Complete | 8,795 words

Tags: First time, Porn with feelings, Light angst, Shower sex, Jesus needs a hug, Daryl Dixon needs a hug, Daryl Dixon needs to use actual words

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“Is it that hard to believe I like you?”

Daryl can feel his chest rise and fall, jaw tight.

“‘s hard to believe you don’t got another motive.”

#jesus x daryl #twd fanfiction #daryl x jesus #desus #darus #slash fanfiction #daryl/jesus #paul rovia

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not-so-austen · 12 days

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Fighting the Fall

NOW COMPLETE: Chapters 110/110

Main pairing: Daryl/Jesus Significant background pairings: Aaron/Eric, Tara/Denise, Maggie/Glenn Words: 400,297 A rewrite of the second half of season 6, and seasons 7 and 8 with all the violence of canon, a little less main character death, and a touch more romance. A very slow burn with a focus on establishing and developing the inter-character relationships.

“I ain’t chasing after you again!” Daryl called from the porch, barely visible now in the fading light. “Almost doesn’t seem worth it then,” Jesus called back, cheerfully, and performed a little twirl in the mud. “You catch cold and you can get yourself back to Hilltop!” Daryl yelled after him, and Jesus responded by raising his middle finger in the air, illuminated with the beam of his flashlight, not bothering to slow down or look back.

#desus fic #desus #daryl dixon/jesus #daryl x jesus #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon x jesus #daryl dixon #Paul rovia #Aaron/Eric #Aaron Raleigh #Eric Raleigh #Aaric #Denise Cloyd #Tara Chambler #Tara/Denise #fighting the fall

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vaebun · 4 months

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Fandom: The Walking Dead

Ship: Daryl Dixon and Paul Rovia/ "Jesus"

Writing Prompt: Narritive Intervention: Take an already created work and give your interpretation: Intervene with the original work in any way you like, but include the original work, be that words (conversations), characters in the work, point of view, and or a study of a scene. Create some divergence in the work.

Summary:

Daryl knew somethin' would go to shit. He also knew that the fucker was a pretty thing, and that's always a bad sign. An' it didn't help that Rick kept on givin' him a look every now and then. He should'a jus' stayed in his damn room.

#the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #daryl dixon #paul rovia #twd jesus #desus #daryl dixon x paul rovia #daryl dixon x jesus #writing #fanfiction #twd fanfiction

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kit-middleton · 10 months

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CHAPTER 37 IS NOW UP!!!

Chapter synopsis: Rick Grimes’ arrival, quickly followed with most of the Winchester extended clan, throws a wrench in Jesus’ and John’s budding romance.

Chapters: 37/41 Fandom: Supernatural, The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Mature Relationships: Paul "Jesus" Rovia/John Winchester, past Paul "Jesus" Rovia/Daryl Dixon (one-sided), background Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Past John Winchester/Mary Winchester Characters: Paul "Jesus" Rovia, Jesus (Walking Dead), John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Castiel, Mary Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Rick Grimes Additional Tags: Crossover, possible spoilers for the whole of Supernatural, Slow Burn, POV Alternating, spoilers for The Walking Dead up to episode 9.8 Evolution, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Case Fic, First Kiss, ignores canon for The Winchesters series, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, m/m - Freeform, bad language Series: Part 1 of I've been changed (I don't know how to love him)

Series summary: Paul "Jesus" Rovia is on a hunt, still adjusting to living in a world where zombies (walkers) are fiction, when he runs into John Winchester.

John Winchester is still adjusting to the world after being dead for fifteen years when he runs into a ninja hipster who calls himself Jesus.

The hunt becomes a lot more complicated and the extended Winchester clan gets involved.

#john winchester #paul jesus rovia #the walking dead #supernatural #crossover #fanfiction #fic

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raewritesfiction · 11 months

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Part 3 - Look At The Flowers

Warnings: Fluff. Smut - hand jobs, oral, ass play. Saliva.

Word Count: 1,764

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The last few months had been rough for everyone; the hoard was successfully redirected but they had lost members of the community in doing so. A larger community of survivors had been keeping close tabs on the Hilltop and attacks had become frequent until it had all come to a head and what could only be described as a battle of life and death had broken out. It had taken weeks to repair all the damage, burn the dead and get back a feeling of safety again.

The pantry store was once again full, everyone had worked overtime to replenish stolen or damaged supplies, injuries were healed and with the hot summer weather everything was again calm at the Hilltop.

Daryl and Jesus had been trying to plan a small picnic for at least a week and finally everything had fallen into place for it to happen.

Daryl had worked hard on repairing his bike; it had taken longer than he had wanted but with everything else that had been happening, finding parts had become next to impossible. Jesus had been trading with other local communities to secure the final wires and pipes that Daryl had needed.

“You ready to take a ride?” Daryl smiles to Jesus.

“I’m ready. Are you?”

Daryl nods and smiles widely at the bike; his pride and joy only second to his boyfriend.

“If it came to saving me or the bike…. Which would you choose?” Jesus laughs.

“Ooh… oh that, that is a tough choice but… I guess I’d have to choose… hmm…. Yeah I’d choose you.” Daryl laughs with him and wraps an arm around Jesus’ waist, pulling him close and kissing his cheek.

The pair set off out the gates and Daryl can’t help but smile at the sound of his bike; smoother and quieter since being fixed, it wouldn’t draw any extra attention. Jesus gave directions from his position riding pillion and Daryl happily took them until they reached a large open meadow with a waterfall and clear river running through it.

The bike rumbled to a stop and went silent as Daryl shut it off “how did you know about this place?”

“Found it on some extended recon a couple of weeks ago and made sure to find it on our maps.” Jesus grins and lifts off the picnic basket he had packed. “Thought we could do with some nature..”

Daryl climbs off and walks with Jesus to the side of the river where they set out a blanket to lay on. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen water so clear.”

“No pollution, nature is looking after itself again… I think there’s a cut out behind the waterfall too… wanna go for a swim before we eat?”

He didn’t need asking twice; Daryl stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the blanket as Jesus did the same, both heading to the water and shivering as they dipped their feet in.

“Oh shit that’s cold!” Daryl grumbled “colder than the showers at Hilltop!”

“Suck it up…. We’ll warm up later.” Jesus took a breath and slowly wades into the water, making high pitched noises as he submerges himself fully. “Ffffuuuuck! Water is great!”

Daryl laughs and leans on a large boulder on the side “great huh?”

Jesus narrows his eyes and quietly swims over, grabbing Daryl’s wrists and pulling him in before he could do anything to stop it from happening.

He yelps as the cold water covers him and comes up gasping “god damn that’s fresh!”

“Told you the water was great!” Jesus laughs and splashes Daryl before heading for the waterfall and checking to make sure he was following.

The water was indeed refreshing and the longer they spent splashing around and play-fighting the quicker their bodies became accustomed to the temperature; the sun helped as it shone directly over them at midday and had warmed the water.

As stomachs rumbled the men decided that food was probably a good idea and they made their way to the bank to climb out and dry off in the sun as they ate. Jesus ended up laying with his head on Daryl’s thighs while he was leant against the large boulder at the shoreline. Daryl smiles to himself and picks at the surrounding wild flowers, carefully threading them into Jesus’ full beard until there wasn’t room for any more.

He sits back happily and waits for Jesus to open his eyes.

“Daryl. My love. Light of my life. What have you done to me?” Jesus keeps his eyes closed.

“Nothin’..” he shakes his head but Jesus could hear the smirk on Daryl’s lips.

“Uh huh… so why can I smell flowers so close to me?”

“No idea..” he shakes his head again.

Jesus sighs and reaches his hand up to his beard, feeling the flowers laced through. “Do I look like a flower nymph to you?”

“You do now, yeah!” Daryl laughs. A proper happy laugh; something he hasn’t fully felt for longer than he can remember. Since before the world went to shit.

Jesus grumbles and pulls out some of the flowers, looking up at Daryl and realising there was nowhere to stick them and then turning his head with a chuckle and threading the stalks into Daryl’s pubic hair; just above his cock.

“Cheeky!” He gasps and chases after Jesus when he hops up and runs off. He gets close to catching the flower nymph a few times but at the last moment Jesus would change directions. They both laughed a lot and ran into the river again, the flowers floating free easily and disappearing down the currents.

Daryl pushes Jesus through the falls and presses him up against the rock formation behind it. There was a cut out from the water but it needed a little climbing to get up into it. For now they stayed embraced against the wall, lips working over bare skin, teeth leaving light marks in places only they would know about. Arms were entwined around each other while their tongues danced with each other and their cocks hardened.

Jesus runs his hands down his boyfriend’s back, gentle and light over the scars then digging his nails into Daryl’s ass cheeks when he squeezes them; the actions pull a moan from deep in Daryl’s chest that only Jesus could hear over the noise of the waterfall.

They shuffle their legs until both have a thigh between the other to rut against; something they’d only recently started doing. Hips rocked against the other until both their cocks were fully hard; Daryl hissed as he skinned his knee but kept his hips moving against Jesus.

“Fuck you’re hot..” he moans and kisses over Daryl’s neck, careful not to leave any visible marks, his own hips moving to Daryl’s thick thigh. They both grind against each other until Jesus pulls away and climbs, carefully, up to the cut out followed by Daryl.

They scrabble to wrap arms around each other again; Jesus straddles Daryl and pins him, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his cock as Daryl does the same to Jesus. Their hands twist and jerk each other in time, their hips rutting against the other and drawing out low moans that echo around the small cave.

“Fuck, Paul…!” Daryl arches and ruts his hips to try and gain more friction.

“So good!” He pants and leans down to kiss Daryl and moans into his mouth.

Daryl pants and flips them over moving to suck Jesus,

“Swing around…” Jesus grins and winks.

Daryl nods and moves to position his cock to Jesus’ mouth, leaning down to suck his at the same time. They both moan and move their heads in opposition to the other, hands trailing over thighs and asses.

Jesus runs his fingers lightly over Daryl’s hole, listening for any protests; when he gets none he does it again with a little more pressure. Daryl pants around Jesus and mimics his movements over Jesus’ hole. They both hum and rock their hips, Jesus decides to try a little further and pulls away only long enough to spit on his fingers, taking Daryl whole again and sucking in pulses.

They both writhe against each other and when Jesus feels Daryl relax further he pushes a finger into him. Daryl tenses for a second then groans loudly around his boyfriend. Taking this as his sign to continue, Jesus thrusts his finger slowly and adds a second.

Daryl pulls away to breathe and spits on his fingers, carefully teasing Jesus and pushing his finger inside him while sucking along his cock again.

Jesus runs his hand over Daryl’s thigh and scratches lightly, easing him on and reassuring him he was doing good. Crooking his fingers Jesus thrusts slowly and moans as Daryl mimics his motions; adding a second finger and thrusting in time with Jesus.

The cave filled with their moans and groans of passion, the smell of sex was trapped with them as they continued towards their respective releases.

Jesus’s hips rut and buck uncontrollably as Daryl sucks harder and faster around him.

They both speed up and thrust their fingers faster inside one another; mouths busy working each other’s cocks until for Daryl, the sensations are too much and he pulls away long enough to call out with his orgasm. Jesus swallows around him and gasps when Daryl wraps his mouth back around his cock and sucks hard for a few more seconds until he feels Jesus down his throat when he groans roughly.

Their fingers slow to a stop and they carefully untangle themselves, laying in the cave breathing heavily while they relax in their post-coital bliss.

The light has changed and Jesus sighs “we should get back… I think it’s getting late.”

Daryl nods “let’s uuh… get cleaned up first… and we should definitely do this again.”

“Yeah? …all of it?” Jesus asks with trepidation.

“All of it.” Daryl nods with a smile. “That… that was a lot of fun. Felt real good.”

They both make their way back down into the water and get cleaned up, packing away the picnic remnants and waiting to dry off before putting clothes back on.

“Stay with me forever Paul…” Daryl looks into his eyes.

“Is that a proposal?” He smiles.

“Uuh… I… I guess it is, yeah.” He half laughs and blushes with a smile.

“Yes. I’ll stay with you forever, Daryl.”

Climbing back onto the bike, Daryl pulls off and instead of it just being a figure of speech, they ride towards the sunset.

#Darus #Desus #Daryl Dixon X Paul Rovia #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #paul jesus rovia #paul jesus rovia fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fan fiction #twd

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acethedishwasher · 2 years

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Just Kids | Carl Grimes x F!!Reader (Part 1)

Warning: mentions of death, gore, language, fluff, normal walking dead stuff

Description: y/n is Jesus's little sister (it's explained more in the story) she runs into Carl on one of her adventures and not knowing they would soon meet again.

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Word Count: 1,540

Quietly I walked through the second floor of a house, when turning a corner I ran into a boy, he looked about my age and was holding a big knife. "Who are you?!" He asked, pointing the knife at me. I put my hands up to reveal that I had no weapons and stood silently for a moment. "Y/n Rovia, what is yours?" I asked, he glared at me and looked to be debating something in his head. "Carl Grimes." I nodded and put my hands down. "Well it's nice you meet you, be I have to go." I smiled turning around and climbing out a window into the roof where I could safely jump down. I made sure to tuck and roll just in case and turned to looked at the boy leaning halfway out the window. "Careful not to fall." I smiled before running quickly back to hilltop.

As soon as I walked in the gates paul came running. He pulled me in a hug making me laugh. "Jesus, I'm starting to think you have attachment issues." I smiled at him as he released me from the hug. "Only when it comes to family." He said ruffling up my hair. "Bring back anything good?" He asked as he followed me back to the trailer. "Nope, I ran into another kid out there though, I think he was doing the same as me though." I said laying my bag on the ground. "Getting things for the Savoirs?" He questioned and I shrugged. "Maybe not exactly that, but yes."

Time Skip

Jesus and I went out on a run. Hopeful we'd find something for the Savoirs. "You hold up at the farm, I'll meet your here if I find anything." He said lifting me up into a tree. "That's not going to cut it." I said letting go of the branch above me and landing in front of him. "fine, meet me here in an hour." He said trying to make it more fair. I nodded and he ran in one direction while I ran in the other.

I found a few houses one held a gun that had no bullets in it, along with food and one had three bullets for a different gun and prenatal vitamins. I kicked at a door as I put the gun in my thigh holster that my old gun sat in till the Savoirs took it.

I made it back to the farm and climbed up a tree. Right as I got perched a white box truck came into the farm. I saw Jesus on top of it as if that wasn't weird enough then the truck suddenly stopping and throwing him off was. I watched as he jumped up and started running. The truck began to follow him and someone jumped out of it. Running after him. They ran around like they were on a playground till the other man parked the truck close to where I was perched and went to keep some of the walkers occupied.

Jesus climbed into the truck and grabbed a gun as a walker came up behind them. The other man stood in shock and then ducked as Jesus shot the walker. "My gun!" The man yelled, hitting Paul and also knocking the truck out of park. He pulled Paul out and on the ground, as he went to get up the truck moved back and hit his head knocking him out cold. Quickly I grabbed the gun I had found earlier and jumped from the tree pointing it at the two men. "Turn around slowly." I demand, still pointing the unloaded gun at them, while crouching next to Jesus to find a pulse. I found it rather quickly and brought my full attention to the men.

"Look I know I'm outnumbered here trust me, however I'd like to know your names before you kill me." I said, the both looked at each other with an expression I couldn't read. "Daryl Dixon." The man that had knocked Jesus unconscious said. "Rick Grimes." The other man said, Grimes where have I heard that before, that's right Carl Grimes. "Wouldn't happen to know a Carl Grimes?" I asked, they shared another look before Rick nodded. "Ok then, I can die a happy gal." I said throwing my gun at them. They both ducked. "Don't throw around loaded firearms, especially ones without safety." Rick scolded.

"It's not loaded." I said simply. Rick picked up the gun and dropped the empty clip on the ground. "Ok, now how do you know Carl?" Rick asked. "Meet him a while back in a house." I said simply. "You have a group?" Rick asked I nodded and lifted Paul into my shoulder. "Well we hate to break it to you, but your coming to our camp first." He said, I sighed but nodded and stayed with Daryl as Rick ran back to get a car so we didn't have to carry Paul.

When we made it back to Alexandria as they called it, the put Paul and I in a cell. It wasn't uncomfortable but it wasn't comfortable either and the did a terrible job of making sure we had no weapons. By the time night rolled around Paul had regained consciousness and instantly made sure I was alright. He then just the rope around our hands and feet and we slowly made our way out of the building.

"We should talk to Rick." Paul said, I nodded. "Did you happen to catch which house he lives in." Paul asked, I looked at him like he was crazy for a moment before nodding and leading him quietly to Rick's house. We made it inside, but as Paul made his way up the stairs Carl stood at the top of the stairs, looking different from the last time I saw him. He had gauze over his right eye. He pointed the gun at us. "Whoa there buddy." Jesus said putting his hands up. Carl tilted his head as he looked at us. "Y/n right?" He asked, I nodded. "Rick, I'd like to talk!" Paul yelled out. Rick and a woman came out wrapped in a sheet, Carl turned and cringed before turning back to me and Paul.

Rick sat us down and I let Paul do all the talking while Carl and I stared at each other. I stood up and Ricks attention shifted to me. "I need to use the restroom." I said pointing out their restroom. "Am I allowed to do that?" Rick nodded and I left.

When exiting the restroom I was pinned to a wall. "I didn't kill you because I didn't think you'd be a problem." Carl said harshly. "And we don't plain to be. All we want to do is discuss a trade." I said, Carl glared at me. He let my wrists go and I pushed him back lightly before walking back into the main room.

"I'm taking them to the hilltop, however Rick would like you to stay here just in case." Jesus said, I raised and eyebrow. "In case what? In case it's a trap?" I questioned and he nodded. I wanted to argue but I just nodded and gave him a hug before they loaded him Into an RV and drop away, leaving me in Alexandria with Carl and the rest of the group.

"That your boyfriend?" Carl asked, my face turned to disgust and started to fake gag. "Ok one ewww, second that's my brother, third ewwwwww." I exclaimed making a baby laugh as she was brought out with a woman. "You have a baby." I smiled and Carl gagged. "No it's my sister." He said taking the baby from the woman who whispered something to him before taking off. "Well dose this cutie have a name." I asked, examining her features. She definitely looked like Carl, but not like Rick or the woman he was with Michonne I think it was. "Judith." Carl finally said. "Hello Judith." I smiled at her, she made a baby sound and another woman joined us, she sounded very Southern.

"And who is this fine lady?" She asked, I held my hand out to her with a smile. "Names Y/n Rovia, Paul's sister." I said, she gave me a confused look and so did Carl. "Right, Paul is Jesus aka the man I was with." I said hopping that cleared up any confusion. The woman nodded and took my hand. "Maggie Rhee, my husband Glenn is somewhere around here." She smiled, I nodded and noticed her pale skin. "Are you ok?" I asked, she nodded and grabbed at her belly. "hungry, baby?" I questioned pulling out food and prenatal vitamins I'd found while I was out. Maggie gave me a smiled and took the vitamins. "Thanks, these are hard to come by." She said, I nodded knowing what she meant, it was really hard to find anything but feminine hygiene stuff was the hardest thing to find.

Carl cleared his throat and I turned. "Right, technically I'm supposed to be a prisoner." I said kicking my backpack to Carl.

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cosmic-glow · 3 years

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You braid his hair (Paul Rovia headcanon)

Summary: It's a quiet but a little tedious afternoon for you, until you get the bright idea to ask your boyfriend if you can braid his hair.

Pronouns: none.

Character: Paul Rovia (Jesus) from TWD.

Warnings: none, it's pure cuteness.

You were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the house you shared.

Paul was reading a book while you were leaning on him, bored.

It was afternoon, the weather was good, a little warm with a refreshing breeze.

The day had been tiring, you and Jesus deserved that rest.

And he was enjoying it, but on the other hand, you were restless trying to find something to do but without having to leave his side, after all you enjoyed Paul's company a lot.

The same noticed your restlessness and was actually having fun in silence to see you changing position all the time on the couch.

He thought it was cute because you were visibly bored but still didn't want to part with him.

You had tried to rest beside him, take a nap, hum, and even tried to read the book with him, but none of that interested you.

Until an idea popped into your mind when you looked at him.

“Babe”- You started it.

"What, dear?" - He asked already curious to know what you had invented now.

"I can…"- You started but took a little pause, afraid of how he might react- "Can I braid your hair?"

He turned to you in surprise at your sudden idea, but honestly, he figured you might ask for it someday.

Due to his reaction you were a little insecure and imagined that you could have offended him in some way.

But before you even started apologizing he said with a gentle smile: "Of course you can, darling".

Then he turned his back to you so you could comb his hair.

You started pass your fingers through the long strands, carefully untangling.

His hair was so soft and light, it was really relaxing to do that.

As you were bored you decided to do several braids.

Little by little Jesus was leaning more and more on you.

Until he finally ended up lying in your lap.

And then you can see, he had fallen asleep.

Apparently, combing his hair wasn't just relaxing for you.

The sun started to set and soon it would start to get dark, you would have to wake him up so you could go to sleep in the room.

But he was so peaceful sleeping in your lap that you couldn't resist and chose to let him sleep there for a while before waking him up.

Just a little bit, you told yourself.

And you stayed like that for a long time, stroking his hair.

Until the next one to fall asleep was you as the sun lowered in the sky<3

Sorry for any typos.

Open ask, accept orders :)

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Paul 'Jesus' Rovia ~ Masterlist

Fluff = ♡

Angst = □

Hurt/Comfort = ☆

Other = ◇

You're Safe ☆

[Main Masterlist]

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heavenseed76 · 3 years

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Rabid

Summary: A hunt goes wrong and proves that walkers aren't the only danger in this new, cruel world.

Fandom: The Walking Dead, Desus

Warnings: Death, Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, character death

Snow was beginning to fall. They could hear the dry, icy flakes against the unfallen leaves in the forest around them. The sun was getting ready to set, and the trees stood out stark against the sky like sentinels. How ironic, Daryl thought. He would have laughed, except that his companion next to him was tense with fear. He lay in a copse of fallen trees, his head heavy against Paul’s legs. Paul took stock of their surroundings: the trail of undead that lay still in their wake, the drops of bright red blood slowly being devoured by the snow. He was thankful for that, as the blood trail led directly to where Daryl lay, blood pooling around him. The tufts of grey fur waving in the light breeze registered briefly, but he couldn’t focus.

“I’m sorry.” Daryl said softly. He looked up into Paul’s eyes. Paul’s hard look crumbled as he choked back a sob. “Hey, now.” Daryl pulled his lover’s head down toward his own, but Paul pulled back.

“You have no reason to be sorry. Fuck!” Jesus stood and began pacing. “If I’d had your back- seen it coming…” He put both hands on a nearby tree to steady himself.

“Paul, there’s nothing you could have done! Fighting walkers -you never know what’s coming up on your blindside.” Daryl winced in pain, as he struggled to turn where he sat to face Paul. His face twisted in pain and paled.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Daryl barely heard the words, but they drifted down to him on the snow.

“How was it gonna happen? Walker bite? Starve to death? Gunshot?” Daryl snorted a laugh, “How’s a guy supposed to die in this world, Paul?” He sucked in a breath and exhaled raggedly.

“Fuck, Daryl, I don’t know. Christ…” Paul weakly punched the thick tree in front of him. “Fuck!” In a rage, he put his full force into his fists, pummeling the bark with no effect.

“Stop!” Daryl yelled. “Come here.”

Paul finally turned to face him, his sea glass eyes brimming with tears. He pressed the palms of his stinging hands into his eyes before returning to sit in the snow next to Daryl. They faced opposite directions, Daryl propped against a log, Paul kneeling in the snow next to him.

“Look at me, Paul” Paul watched Daryl’s lips as he spoke; they were red with his efforts to catch his breath. “We know I’m not making it out of this forest. Even if you could get me back to the car, that wolf was rabid. That’s the only way an animal would attack with walkers everywhere. The chances of Saddiq –“

“I know.” Paul cut him off, his voice hard, but his hand coming up to gently move the hair out of Daryl’s eyes. His fingers trailed down to Daryl’s chin, where he paused. Daryl subtly leaned in to the touch, and the men regarded one another. The cold cloud of their breath mingling.

“Kiss me?” Daryl tugged on Paul’s coat and pulled him down into a kiss. Paul let himself be pulled in, taking Daryl’s face in his hands. It was sweet at first, a kiss they may have shared any other day. They had long ago become accustomed to asking the other before moving in to kiss; what had at first been a way to honor Daryl’s aversion to public displays of affection turned into an endearing ritual. Daryl held Paul to him, one hand going to the back of his neck. He tried to deepen the kiss, desperate to forget where they were and why.

But as they kissed, it occurred to Paul that this would likely be their last kiss. The last time Daryl would run his hands through his hair. It was the last time he would feel the scratch of his beard against his own. Tonight he would be going back to their little house, alone. And the “never agains” and “last times” shot through him, and he broke their kiss with a sob, pulling Daryl into him. Daryl let himself be cradled against Paul’s strong chest.

“I don’t wanna die.” Daryl sobbed. “I’m so fuckin scared.”

“I know. I know. I’m not going anywhere, love.” Paul kissed the top of Daryl’s head. “I’m gonna be right here with you.”

With every sob, fresh red blood flowed more heavily from the inside of Daryl’s thigh. His pants were torn to shreds there, and a deep bite gushed with every heartbeat. The hastily fashioned tourniquet only slowed the inevitable.

“You have to go on.” Daryl stated simply. His voice was muffled against Paul’s leather coat “Don’t spend time on me.”

“How can you say that?” Paul started, but Daryl gripped him tighter.

“I never felt needed until the world went to shit, Paul. Now I have everything. Everything I didn’t know I wanted.” Daryl pulled back to look at Paul. His lover’s face was streaked with tears, lips trembling with unvoiced sobs. “I aint never loved anything or anyone til I met you. I never thought I could. And now… now I can’t do shit about dyin. Except I’m asking you to live. Just, live, OK?”

Paul looked up into the quickly fading light of the sky and took several deep breaths.

“I don’t know how to do this without you Daryl. I don’t. I thought I had lived a good life, I thought I finally had....” Jesus looked down at Daryl, and couldn't finish. Daryl’s face was beaded with sweat, his breath heavy and skin pale.

“You take my vest – Rick will know what to do with it. You leave me here. Under the stars. I’m right where I need to be if I can’t be with you.”

Jesus’ resolve cracked and kissed Daryl between tears. He kissed Daryl’s forehead and eyelids and the corner of his mouth and his bearded chin, whispering “I love you.” Over and over again. It took what was left of Daryl’s strength to pull himself up and further into Paul’s lap.

“I ain’t gonna last much longer, love.” The cold was beginning to creep further up Daryl’s body and it was harder and harder to catch his breath. Paul held his as close as he could, fist gripping Daryl’s jacket, where he could feel the desperate slowing of his heart.

As Daryl’s vision began to fade, Paul’s came into sharp focus. The crystalized clouds of his breath, the snow falling faster now and the sky burnished with red and gold through the clouds.

Daryl clumsily pawed at Paul’s face, so that the other man would look at him. “I’m still gonna be loving you. Don’t forget.” His deep blue eyes held Paul’s for as long as he had the strength to keep his eyes open. Paul simply smiled down at him, lovingly, letting his smiling face be the last thing Daryl saw.

As Daryl’s eyes closed, Paul began to sing softly.

“Fare thee well my bright star, I watched your taillights blaze into nothingness, But you were long gone before I ever got to you, Before you blazed past this address…”

As he felt Daryl’s heartbeat begin to falter, the man in his arms trembled like a scared bird, he reached back gently and pulled the knot out of the tourniquet.

“And now I think of having loved and having lost' But never know what it feels like to never love' Who can say what's better when my heart's become the cost; A mere token of a brighter jewel sent from above…”

And then there was no more. The trembling ceased and no heartbeat followed the last. The sound that came from deep within Paul’s chest was the pained, strangled cry of a broken man. His keen echoed through the uncaring forest. When he finally had enough control of himself to stand, he laid Daryl back down in the snow. The sun had sunk below the horizon, and full dark would soon be upon him. Absentmindedly, he continued the song as he unsnapped one of his knives from his belt. He smoothed down his archer’s hair to frame his handsome face, which looked so peaceful and relaxed.

“Fare thee well my bright star; The vanity of youth, the color of your eyes And maybe if I'd fanned the blazing fire of your day-to-day; Or if I'd been older I'd been wise…”

Paul leaned over and pressed the tip of the knife behind Daryl’s ear and leaned down to kiss his cold forehead. Fresh tears spilled over as the knife broke through.

He let go of the knife, the thought of putting it back on his belt turning his stomach. With a deep, shaky breath, he rose to his feet.

Gingerly, he rolled Daryl and removed the man’s vest. He held it to his face and inhaled the musky smell before stashing it in his pack. He unsnapped Daryl’s own knife and took his gun from his hip. Steeling himself, he found the crossbow nearly completely covered with snow. From the quiver, he took one of Daryl’s perfect, handmade arrows, fletched with owl feathers, and tucked it inside his duster. He placed the crossbow on Daryl’s chest and regarded his partner one last time.

Snowflakes were sticking to their eyelashes, though they lay heavy and whole on Daryl’s, melting into fresh tears on Paul’s. The urge to lay beside him and let the cold take him was strong. But Daryl had asked so little of him, he couldn’t give up and let go. He arranged Daryl’s strong hands over the crossbow and stood.

Walking slowly through the dark forest, alone, leaving his love in the snow, was the hardest thing he had ever done.

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twd-darylxjesus · 6 months

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Runaway (Daryl/Jesus AU)

by Polychrome

Teen + up | 1,511 words | One-shot based on the r/AO3 promptober prompt "circus"

Tags: AU, First meetings, Pre-slash

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Paul leans his hands on the wood in front of him, tilts his head into the man’s space.

“Oh don’t worry, the… prize I have my eye on is right here.”

Daryl can only stare and, holy shit, is he blushing? Oh god, yes. There’s definitely potential here. Paul sparkles at him.

Notes: Thinking about expanding this into a longer fic, if I can work out a few details. Feedback and ideas very welcome :)

#jesus x daryl #daryl x jesus #twd fanfiction #desus fic #desus #darus #paul rovia #paul jesus rovia #promptober #slash fanfiction

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walkerwords · 4 years

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“Not Alone Anymore” Part 1 of 2 - Aaron & Sister!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: Gene Page/AMC

Request from @thanossexual: Hi, can you please write something about Y/n looking for her brother Aaron and after Sooooo many years that passed since the outbreak she never gave up, she meets Jesus in the woods and he helps her (he doesn't know that its Aaron) and then she finally finds him and they have a happy reunion. She meets Gracie and just lots of fluff

Word Count: 3894

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Brother” by NEEDTOBREATHE ft. Gavin DeGraw

Note: This is going to be a 2 part story! Maybe three, but two for sure! I have a fun idea for the next part, but I wanted to get this up cause I promised I would! Thank you for the request!

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The air tasted stale on your tongue.

It had been two days since you had eaten and one since your last drink of water. The last time you had found a stream, it was packed with water-logged Dead as they struggled to get out of the water and back to lumbering on land. The Virginian landscape stretched out before you as you walked along the grassy slope. A decade ago, these overgrown fields of nothingness looked very different and they didn’t feel as empty as they did right now.

The sun beat down the back of your neck with a ferocity you had gotten used to over the years since the Turn. In the new world, nothing was safe; nothing was certain; everything took something from you.

You had considered looking for a place to hold up. Maybe somewhere near the water or high up in an old building, but nothing ever fit. At times, you felt like Alice in the room with all the doors and no matter what you did, the key never fit.

The shaded tree line beckoned you ahead and you hoped to find some relief from the sun after walking for hours. Your feet dragged along the dead grass as you pushed yourself towards the shade. Eventually, the trees were surrounding you as your dehydrated mind struggled to stay focused.

"Look for high ground, find water, find shelter," you said to yourself. Looking for the sun through the canopy, you found North easily enough and began your hike in hopes of finding a stream. However, it seemed the world had other plans for you.

The Dead came out of nowhere.

Their sun-baked flesh crackled as they staggered toward you, reaching out with their bony hands. Drawing your knife from its sheath, you steeled yourself for the attack. The first one fell towards you and you managed to stab it in its skull before it could grab onto your jacket. The creature fell to the ground with a crunch.

Two more came after you as you backed up, trying to gain perspective. You were tired, hungry, and a bit disoriented, but you did what you always did: fought to survive.

Just as you went for the Biter on the left, your feet were knocked out from under you. You shouted in alarm as desiccated hands pulled you to the forest floor. You kicked out at the groaning assailant, but you were getting weaker by the minute and the fall hadn't helped.

You struggled as the Dead above you, fell to their knees, and tried to grab hold of your flailing arms and legs. You managed to kick one in the jaw, but it barely slowed down. As hands gripped your calf, you allowed yourself to scream as you awaited the pain, but then a rhythmic sound reached your ears.

Horse hooves pounded the ground as a man on horseback came barreling through the trees. From his hand flew a blade that lodged itself into the Biter that had your leg. Two more knives followed as the others were taken out.

Collapsing on your back, you had no fight left in you. If this man was an enemy, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Boots touched down to your left as he approached. The man crouched over you and as you peered up at him, you were taken aback by his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever seen. He was tall with his hair pulled back and he wore gloves and a leather duster. With the sun lighting him from behind, he didn't look real.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, checking over your body.

"No," you croaked, sitting up.

"Here," he said, offering you his canteen. You didn't hesitate at the sight of it. You took two large gulps from it before giving it back. You swiped at your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Thank you," you rasped. He smiled gently at you.

"You looked like you could use some help," he said, his eyes glinting in the light. "I'm Jesus," he introduced.

"(Y/N)," you said before the black spots returned to your vision. "I can't...I can't see," you muttered as dizziness took over.

"(Y/N)?" You heard Jesus call, but he seemed too far away. Your adrenaline was fading and you tried to keep your eyes open, but everything was fading too fast. You reached a hand towards the stranger, but it fell at your side as you collapsed back onto the dying earth before succumbing to the darkness that eagerly awaited.

Jesus stared down at you and made a quick decision. You needed help and while he knew Michonne would have his head, Alexandria was closer.

Hiking you up into his arms, Jesus got you on the horse, draping you across the saddle before swinging his leg over as well. Once he was settled, he maneuvered you so she sat in front of him and he took the reigns, snapping them quickly and tapping his heels against the horse's side.

With a quick pull, Jesus rode towards Alexandria, hoping that you would make it. He didn't know what it was, but something was familiar about you and he knew he couldn't leave you behind.

He rode hard through the woods, keeping a tight grip on you as he tried not to jostle you too much. He could hear your labored breathing and occasionally, you would move as if you were trying to fight the fatigue that weighed on you. It didn’t take long for the walls of Alexandria to come into view. Jesus whistled as he approached, gaining the attention of whoever was on watch. Luckily, it wasn’t their head of security.

Gabriel appeared at the top of the wall, looking down at the new arrival. “She needs food and water, please Gabriel,” Jesus pleaded. “I won’t leave her side and I take full responsibility for anything.” Gabriel hesitated, but only for a moment. He disappeared off the watch post and Jesus was worried, he would be turned away after all. He knew Michonne had rules about bringing in outsiders. He hadn’t gotten the full story, but from what Aaron had told him about Jocelyn, Michonne was right to be cautious. However, that didn’t mean he still didn’t have faith in what Alexandria once stood for.

Jesus steadied his horse as the main gate finally rolled open. Gabriel ushered him inside and locked up behind them. “We need to get her to Siddiq,” Gabriel said as he helped Jesus get you down from the horse.

“Her name’s (Y/N),” he explained. “Found her getting attacked by Walkers not too far from here. I don’t think she’s had anything to eat for a while.”

“Was she alone?” Gabriel asked as Jesus heaved you up into his arms bridal style.

“I didn’t see anyone else and she didn’t seem to be looking for anyone before she fainted,” he explained.

“I’ll have Laura and Scott be on the lookout just to be sure,” Gabriel said.

“I’m sorry,” Jesus said, “I know you don’t take in strangers, but Hilltop was too far and I think she hit her head.”

“It’s fine, Jesus,” Gabriel said, “I know what Michonne thinks, but I’m not Michonne.” Gabriel led him to the infirmary. The three of you got strange looks as you moved through the community and it was only a matter of time before word got back to Michonne. Jesus only hoped the resident doctor could fix you up before his Katana-wielding friend kicked you out.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I was heading here?” Jesus asked as Gabriel opened the door for him.

“Jesus, if you think some people haven’t figured it out yet, then you and Aaron a lot denser than I first thought,” Gabriel said with a sly smile.

“Fair enough, Father,” Jesus said as he followed the other man towards Siddiq’s main set up.

As soon as Jesus brought you into the infirmary, Siddiq was moving to clear a bed for you. “What happened?” Siddiq asked, not even caring to ask who you were. It didn’t matter to him right now.

“Severe dehydration, lack of food, and I think she hit her head,” Jesus explained, laying you down on the bed. “I already checked for bites when I saw the Walkers attacking her, she’s clean.” Siddiq nodded as he took out his penlight and shone it in your eyes, gently lifting your eyelids. He felt around the back of your head for any bumps or bruising, but was satisfied to not find any.

Gabriel had taken a few steps back to give the doctor room to work, but Jesus made sure to keep close. It helped when you slowly gained consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open and the first face you saw was the man who had saved you. Your hand blindly searched for him and Jesus was there, adding pressure to your sunburnt skin. “You’re okay, (Y/N),” he assured you. “You’re in a safe place and a doctor is taking a look at you.”

Looking around, you noticed you were in a room in some kind of house. Large windows brought in sunlight and the bed you lay on was the most comfortable thing you had felt since early on in the apocalypse. You let go of Jesus’ hand and tried to sit up. Another pair of hands, the doctor’s you realized, assisted you, placing a pillow behind your back. “What happened?” you asked, trying to get your bearings.

“You passed out after I saved you,” Jesus told you, “I took you here to get help.” You nodded, letting all the information sink in. You knew there were places out there that offered sanctuary to travelers, but you hadn’t felt comfortable enough to seek one out. The words from someone you knew years before ran through your head as you remembered them asking to go with them to “build a new world”. You had been too concerned with looking for your family that you hadn’t taken their hand, but perhaps you wouldn’t be in this situation if you had.

“My name is Siddiq,” the doctor said, “and that is Father Gabriel,” he said, gesturing to the man with the clerical collar that stood on the far wall. Still a bit out of it, you let out a small laugh.

“A doctor, a priest, and a guy named Jesus walk into a bar…” you joked and Siddiq laughed too.

“She had jokes,” Siddiq said with a smile. “Hard to find that these days.” Jesus nodded in agreement. “What’s your name?” he asked you.

“(Y/N),” you said, rubbing at your face. Siddiq then offered you a glass of water that he poured from the pot by the bed.

“Drink, (Y/N),” he said, “we’ll get you some food once your body is more hydrated.” You took the glass from him and drank half of it in one go. “You don’t seem to be injured so one we get you back on your feet with some more water and food, you should be good to go,” Siddiq said reassuringly.

“Yes, I believe that would be for the best,” a new voice said. You all looked over to the doorway to see a beautiful and tall woman. Her dark skin glowed in the sunlight, but her eyes were hard as they stared at you. When you noticed the sword strapped to her back, you inched behind Jesus, reaching for his coat. Siddiq squeezed your arm carefully. “What is this?” she asked.

“Michonne,” Jesus began.

“Don’t,” she warned. “I’ll talk to you later, Jesus.”

“She just needed water and food,” Father Gabriel said to her. “I saw no harm in helping her, Michonne.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Michonne said, approaching you. Jesus stepped away from the bed, giving the woman some room. Your hand fell away from his coat as you looked up at the warrior. “Who are you?” she ordered.

“No one,” you said honestly. “I didn’t even know there was a community nearby. I was on my way to the city and I got attacked. Jesus saved me.” Michonne glanced at the aforementioned man quickly before returning her attention to you.

“Where are you people?” she asked.

“I don’t have any. Not anymore,” you said. “We got separated months ago in the blizzard and I don’t think any of them survived.”

“But you did?” she asked, her tone accusatory.

“Barely,” you said, “it hasn’t been easy being on my own.”

“What do you want?”

“Nothing! I didn’t even know he was taking me here until I woke up moments ago. I’m not here to hurt anyone!” Michonne was quiet for a moment as she thought.

“I want her gone,” Michonne said. “Blindfold her and take her someplace where she can’t find her way back.”

“Michonne, please,” Siddiq said, “she needs rest, she can’t go out there like this.”

“That is not our problem, Siddiq. We have rules for a reason!”

“No, you have rules, Michonne,” he snapped back. “I never agreed to them.”

“Then you don’t need to stay here, do you?” she returned with a glare.

“Enough!” Gabriel said. “I know we all different opinions on how to handle outsiders, but turning on each other is not the way to handle it.”

“I made myself very clear, Gabriel,” Michonne said. Gabriel went to argue again, but footsteps echoed through the room as someone else entered, ready to diffuse the situation.

“We have a council for a reason, Michonne,” the new person said and the voice rolled through you like a wave. You couldn’t see them from your position behind Jesus and Michonne, but you knew that voice.

“Not now, Aaron,” Michonne said and that’s when it hit you all at once.

Aaron.

“Aaron?” you said, his name feeling foreign on your tongue. Slowly, a tall man with a beard and curly hair came around the corner and he froze. Nobody spoke, but the others kept looking between the two of you confused. Aaron stared at you as if he was seeing a ghost.

“Oh my god,” he gasped as he finally snapped out of his surprise. He ignored Michonne and the others as he walked forward, stopping at your bedside. Hesitantly he reached out his right hand to you. You noticed his left was now a prosthetic, but that wasn’t the only thing different about your big brother.

He seemed harder and his eyes looked almost ancient. As soon as his fingertips met your skin, you collapsed towards him. He grabbed you in a hug immediately, clutching you to him. “Oh god!” he cried, pressing kisses to the top of your head. “(Y/N),” he said as you held onto him, trying not to cry. He pulled back, searching your face. “You’re so big,” he said.

“Last time you saw me I was fifteen, so yeah, that tends to happen, brother,” you said and at your words, Jesus’ mouth fell open.

“Your Aaron’s sister?” he asked and Aaron jumped as if he just realized Jesus was there. “The one who lived in Massachusetts?” You nodded, surprised he knew that bit of information.

“She stayed with my mom after the divorce,” Aaron explained and then looked back at you. “How are you here? I thought you were dead.”

“Jesus found me, he saved me. I’ve been heading South since everything happened,” you explained, unable to keep any distance between you and your brother. You held onto his hand, examining all the scars that marked it.

“You found her?” Aaron asked Jesus who just nodded. Aaron reached out his left arm to Jesus and the latter walked into the embrace. “Thank you, Paul,” Aaron whispered, leaning his head on the other man’s chest. “Thank you.” Watching them, it wasn’t difficult to see that Aaron had a connection with your Savior. Jesus pulled back and gripped Aaron by the back of the neck, looking at him with something that looked a lot like love to you, but you kept your observation to yourself. Aaron then seemed to realize the confusion in the room. “This is my baby sister,” he explained to the others. “God, I never thought I would see her again.”

“Aaron,” Michonne began softer this time.

“I know the rules…” he said, but Michonne was shaking her head.

“Rules don’t matter when it comes to family,” she said and the look in her eyes told you that she had lost people, someone perhaps she was still hoping to see again. Michonne carefully approached you. “I’m sorry.”

“You have to be careful,” you said, “I understand.” Michonne nodded and then stepped away as Siddiq broke the tension again.

“(Y/N) needs her rest,” he said. “I’m gonna keep her in the infirmary tonight so I can keep an eye on her.” The others nodded and Gabriel moved to leave and so did Michonne, but not before pausing by Aaron’s side.

“I’ll take your guard shift and let the others know what happened,” she said.

“Thank you, Michonne,” he said and Michonne gripped his shoulder before following Gabriel out of the room. Jesus stopped by the doorway and looked back.

“I’m gonna be around for a bit, Aaron,” he said, “if that’s okay?”

“Of course,” Aaron said, “I’ll come to find you in a bit.”

“I can watch Gracie for you,” he offered, “She and I have some catching up to do anyway.”

“That would be great, Paul,” Aaron said gratefully. “Thank you.” Jesus smiled and then sent a wink your way before exiting the infirmary.

“I’ll let you two catch up,” Siddiq said, placing more water on the bedside. “Make sure she drinks, Aaron. We’ll try food in a bit.”

“Thanks, Doc,” you said, grabbing the water glass again. He nodded to the both of you before leaving as well. Finally, alone, you reached for him again and Aaron took you in his arms. “I can’t believe I found you,” you said into his chest.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should have come for you, but I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t even know where you were.”

“Don’t do that,” you said, leaning back so you could look him in the eyes. “Do not blame yourself. I’m okay, Aaron. I survived, we both did. It took a long time to get to you, but I’m here now.” Aaron nodded, blinking back the tears as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I have so much to tell you,” he said.

“Me too,” you said with a weak laugh. “Though I have a feeling your stories are much more interesting than mine,” you said, tapping the metal arm. He scrunched his nose and lifted his prosthetic to his face.

“Pretty cool, right? A couple of the blacksmiths at Hilltop made it,” Aaron explained.

“Hilltop?”

“The community where Jesus is from,” he said.

“There’s another community?” you asked, surprised.

“Four in all. We’re in Alexandria, then there’s Hilltop, Oceanside, and the Kingdom. I’ll take you to them sometime soon. Introduce you to my new family. Though, we may have to go a little deeper into the wilderness to find one of my best friends. He’s not really a sociable person right now.”

“And yet he’s your best friend?” you asked, smiling.

“He’s...Daryl’s odd, but we love him.” You smirked as you drank more water, relishing in the feel of it cooling your throat.

“Who’s Gracie?” you asked after Aaron filled your glass again.

“My daughter,” he said and you nearly dropped the drink in your hand.

“Daughter?”

“You’re an aunt, (Y/N),” he said with a beaming smile. “I can’t wait for you to meet her, she’s everything and more.”

“How old is she?” you asked, trying to imagine your brother with a kid.

“Six,” he said, “almost seven and a total dream of a kid. I couldn’t have asked for better.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet her too. If she’s anything like her daddy, I’m sure I’ll love her.” Aaron and you spent the new couple of hours, reminiscing about life before the Turn and what happened afterward. You told him how you tried to get to Virginia after the first outbreak, but got caught up in a group of people wanting to head West. Eventually, you had gotten away from them, but were on your own for months after until you found another group and stuck with them for at least a year. “I never really fit anywhere, you know? Couldn’t find my people. Though, it looks like you did.”

“Yeah,” Aaron said as he lay next to you, staring up at the ceiling. “It wasn’t easy, but we’ve all become more than family. Everything we’ve been through…” he trailed off, his hand fiddling with one of the straps on his left arm.

“Mom died at the beginning,” you explained softly. Aaron nodded.

“I figured,” he sighed, “I don’t know what happened to Dad, but he was sick the last time I spoke to him.”

“I know, he called me and told me about the cancer,” you said, “I just hope he’s not out there roaming around, you know?”

“Stubborn man like him? Probably went out with a bang, (Y/N),” he joked. You both were quiet for a moment before you asked what had been on your mind since you woke up.

“Am I safe here?” you asked. Aaron turned on his side, pushing the hair from your face.

“Yes, I promise. Tomorrow, I will take you out of this room and show you everything this place is. We fought hard to keep Alexandria, and now it’s home.”

“Okay,” you said, stretching your hands out in front of you. “I still trust you, always will.”

“Good,” Aaron said and then grabbed your arm suddenly causing you to jump. He turned your right arm over and exposed a large scar that ran from your elbow to your shoulder. “What happened?”

“Ran into a herd about six or so years ago” you explained. “Fell down a short hill and got my arm all shredded by some razor wire.” Aaron cringed at the thought.

“How’d you get away?”

“Some guys actually hauled my ass through the woods and saved me,” you explained. “Weird guy, but he was strong and he protected me until I could handle things on my own again. Never saw him again, but I owe him a lot.” Shrugging, you pulled down the sleeve of your shirt. “What about your arm?”

“Lumber accident,” Aaron revealed and you laughed.

“You’re serious?” you asked.

“It’s true, we were building a bridge and Walkers snuck up on us and some idiot let go of the rope that was holding the logs and it crushed my arm. Luckily, Hilltop has a badass field medic and she fixed me up good.”

“She still around?”

“Yeah, still at Hilltop.”

“Remind me to thank her when I visit,” you said as you curled into your brother’s side, closing your eyes. “What happened to you, Aaron? What haunts you?” Aaron pulled you closer, leaning his head on yours.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, kid,” he whispered.

“Don’t call me kid,” you mumbled and as you fell asleep, finally feeling safe, but not because of Alexandria, but because you finally found him. You finally found your family.

PART II

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