It's Not Living Without You (Desus)

Chapter Three

Daryl woke up not being able to breathe, as there was a dead weight laying on him. He blinked his eyes open groggily, and glanced down at his chest.

What the hell? He shoved the body laying on top of him as hard as he could, and Jesus rolled off with an "oof!"

"What the fuck, Paul? Why were you on top of me?"

Jesus shrugged sheepishly.

"Sorry. I must've rolled over in my sleep of something."

Daryl glared and stood up, anxious to get moving again. The sooner this trip was over, the better,

"Whatever." He muttered. "We should get moving. The sun will be up soon. And if I find you laying on me again, I'll kick your ass."

He didn't want to think about someone being so close to him while he slept.

Jesus laughed quietly, amused.

"Yes sir."

They packed up camp and hit the road again.

They walked for awhile, Jesus babbling on, Daryl half paying attention. They eventually came across an abandoned grocery store. It would have been a good find, except there were padlocks covering the doors.

Daryl swore in frustration, but Jesus simply smiled.

"Do you think it's raided already?" Jesus asked, eyeing the padlocks with curiosity.

Daryl chewed his lip, thinking.

"Only one way to find out. We'll have to find a way to get in there."

Jesus nodded.

"I can pick locks, but there's so many, it would take awhile. I think we should try the roof, I think I see an entrance."

Jesus didn't bother to wait for a response, much to Daryl's annoyance. He jumped on top of a nearby dumpster, then managed to climb onto the roof.

Stupid Ninja. He looked down at Daryl, who was trying hard not to look impressed.

"Common, I'll help you up." Jesus called.

Daryl sighed, and climbed onto the dumpster, wondering how on Earth he was going to get on top of the roof.

After a moment of hesitation, he jumped and caught hold of Jesus's hands.

Jesus struggled a moment, but was able to pull him up. They both staggered for a moment, and Daryl fell into Jesus, knocking them both over onto the roof. Jesus felt the air get knocked out of him, but still managed to laugh.

"Hello, Mr. Dixon." he said quietly.

Daryl growled and rolled off of Jesus. What was wrong with this guy? Was he always so smug, so stupid?

"You think you're-" He began, but then he stopped short.

A large cracking noise followed, his words, and the roof below them began to crumble. He glanced at Jesus, eyes wide with horror, just as the roof under Jesus fell apart.

"Daryl!" Jesus yelled, falling through the ceiling.

"Shit!" Daryl swore, rolling away from the hole.

He peered cautiously down into the hole. Jesus was laying still, unmoving. Daryl could see blood pooling around his head, and he could hear walkers coming from the distance.

Shit, this was bad.

He took a deep breath. As much as he hated this prick, he knew that Rick liked him, and that Alexandria needed him.