Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

Sealing The Deal

Parker woke up, seeing a figure leaning on the door frame, their arms crossed as they stared into the room. She gasped when she figured out who it was, reaching for the spot where she usually kept her gun on the nightstand beside her. "What the fuck? What the hell are you doing in our house, Jesus?!" She practically yelled, all tiredness vanishing in an instant as she sat up. "Why are you in my room?!"

"I'm waiting for everyone to get dressed. Specifically your brother." Jesus replied like this was a normal Sunday for him. "Finally want to have that talk. Hurry up." He then walked away.

"What the actual fuck?" She muttered, her eyes still trying to adjust to being awake as she got out of bed. When she stepped out into the hallway, she saw her family surrounding Jesus, who was sitting on the stairs. Carl had a gun to his head, Rick and Michonne were behind him, and Daryl, Glenn, Abraham, and Maggie were all on the stairs, all with their guns pointed at Jesus as well. "Calm down," Parker said through a yawn, all their heads turned in her direction. "I really don't want blood all over the walls." They went down the stairs, sitting Jesus at the table as they gathered around him. Daryl silently paced behind him, while the rest of the group remained tense as they watched him, waiting for someone to break the silence that fell over them. "Okay, you said that you wanted to talk. Let's talk." Parker waved him on.

"So, how'd you get out?" Rick asked him, the two on opposite ends of the table.

"One guard can't cover two exits," Jesus answered rather proudly. "Or third-floor windows. Knots untie and locks get picked. Entripy comes from order, right?"

"Right," Daryl said sharply.

"I checked out your arsenal," Jesus continued, still oddly calm for someone who had a good amount of guns aimed at him.

"Well that's a nice thing to admit," Parker mumbled, leaning on the side of Rick's chair as she tried to pretend to care about this.

"I haven't seen anything like that in a long time. You're well-equipped, but your provisions are low. Very low for the amount of people you have. Fifty-four?"

"More than that," Maggie stated, her arms crossed.

"Well, I appreciate the cookie. My compliments to the chef," Jesus looked around the room full of people.

"Yeah, she ain't here," Daryl snapped harshly, mad that once again, Jesus had outsmarted him.

"Carol made cookies?" Parker asked, more intrigued by that than what was happening now. "Damn. There better be more." Jesus leaned forward and looked at Daryl.

"Look, we got off to a bad start. But we're on the same side. The living side. You, Rick, and Parker had every reason to leave me out there, but you didn't. I'm from a place that's a lot like this one. Part of my job is searching out other settlements to trade with. I took your truck because my community needs things and the three of you looked like trouble. I was wrong. You're good people. And this is a good place. I think our communities may be in a position to help each other."

"Do you have food?" Glenn asked, curious to know what Jesus' community was like.

"We've started to raise livestock," Jesus responded. "We scavenge, we grow. Everything from tomatoes to sorghum."

"Oh my god, that damn vegetable just follows us everywhere now."

"Tell us why we should believe you," Rick waited, resting his arms on the table.

"I'll show you," Jesus stated, changing things up. "If we take a car, I can take you back home in a day, and you can all see for yourselves who we are and what we have to offer."

"Wait," Maggie interrupted, holding up a hand. "You're looking for more settlements. You mean you're already trading with other groups?" Jesus smiled as his eyes scanned the faces of the people around him.