Chapter Nine

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Jesus stopped.

"What?" He asked.

"I... umm... Stay?" Daryl asked.

Jesus nodded, surprised. He sat down cautiously on the edge of the bed.

"I have the dreams too." Jesus whispered.

Daryl really did look bad. Shaking. Sweating. Pale. Daryl took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I had a dream...where everyone was dying. And you were there too.. and-" he broke off.

Jesus froze. Me? He thought.

He reached out slowly and absentmindedly brushed the hair out of Daryl's eyes.

"It's okay." He soothed, when Daryl tensed.

Daryl relaxed after a few minutes, and was soon asleep.

Jesus knew he should probably go back to his own bed, but this might be the only time he got to be so close to Daryl.

He smirked, and decided to lay next to the older man.

Both Jesus and Daryl slept better that night then either of them had in months.

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Daryl woke up to Jesus snoring peacefully against him. Damnit.

That hasn't been a dream. That had happened.

He was an idiot.

He rolled out of bed and looked at Jesus. He realized for the first time that Jesus wasn't wearing a shirt. His eyes traveled up Jesus's chest, and he jumped when Jesus purred,

"Like what you see?"

He glared, trying to come up with an excuse. He couldn't.

"Asshole." He finally muttered.

Jesus laughed. It was a nice sound, he thought, then immediately tensed.

"I'm goin huntin." He announced abruptly.

He needed to get out of the house before he went insane.

Jesus's smile faded.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. M'fine."

"Alright. Just be careful out there, okay?"

"Yeah."

Daryl left without another word. 

He was walking towards the front   gates when Rick stopped him.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To Carol's. Then hunting."

Jesus had put him in a semi-bad mood, and he wasn't even really sure why.

Rick shook his head.

"You can see Carol. But the hunt will have to wait. I need you to go on another run."

Daryl glared.

"Why?"

"Because we need supplies, obviously."

"Alright. Fine."

He didn't dare ask with who. He hoped it would be Aaron. Or Rick. Or Rosita. Or-

"I think you should go with Jesus again."

Shit. It was bad enough he had to live with him. He already saw that prick everyday.

Rick sighed.

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