It's Not Living Without You (Desus)

Chapter Eleven

Daryl woke up to pounding on his door. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

He had gotten maybe... 2 hours of sleep?

The knocking grew louder, and he rolled out of bed, groaning.

On his way to the front door, he saw Jesus sprawled across the couch, snoring loudly.

He smirked.

The Bastard could probably sleep through a walker biting his head off, from the sound of it.

Daryl answered the door, to see Rick standing there, looking utterly exhausted.

Large, black circles hung under his eyes.

He glanced around the door at Jesus.

"Wake him up." He commanded.  "We're moving. Meet me at the gates in ten."

He walked away before Daryl had the chance to respond.

Daryl turned to glance at Jesus, almost feeling bad about having to wake the other man up.

"Rovia!" He snapped.

The snores continued.

Daryl called his name a few more times before sighing.

For the love of god.

He bent next to the couch, and shook the younger man's shoulders, feeling annoyed. He made sure not to shake him gently.

Jesus continued to snore.

"For fucks sake. PAUL." He muttered, continuing to shake him.

Jesus groaned, and blinked. His large blue eyes open slowly.

"Get up, Rovia. We're moving."

Jesus frowned.

"Now?"

Daryl nodded in confirmation.

"Now."

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They met Rick at the front gates. He looked solemn, and talked to Michonne in a low voice.

A large group was gathered around him.

Daryl made eye contact with Carol across the crowd.

She smiled.

Daryl could read that smile, what it meant. It wasn't a happy smile. It was a borderline psychotic smile, laced with hate and revenge.

A shiver raced down his spine. God help anyone who got in Carol's way.

"Listen up!" Rick called.

"The Saviors will be here any minute! We've planned for this! As you can see, people from both the Kingdom and Hilltop are here! Our MAIN goal is to take out Negan, by any means possible. Without Negan, the saviors crumble. I can only hope that we will have few causalities. Please be careful out there. With any luck, we will come out of this war successful!"

A few cheers greeted his speech, but people looked mostly terrified.

Daryl looked around at the large group of people, wondering who he would see alive after this war, wondering who would survive. 

How many people would have to die?

He glanced around, and his eyes met Jesus's. He gave the man a nod, and continued to listen to Ricks plan.

It was simple enough.

In fact, more simple than Daryl would have liked. It was nothing more than an ambush really. It could go so badly. Daryl thought of all the things Negan would do if they lost in their retaliation. He would make them suffer a fate worse than death. He would torture them. All of them.