It's Not Living Without You (Desus)

Chapter Seventeen

Notes: The song for this chapter is "Come Home" by One Republic

Daryl did remember.

He remembered everything.

His breathing was rapid and shallow.

Jesus was next to him on the couch, sound asleep.

"No." He thought. "I can't do this."

He struggled to his feet, and groaned.

Pain shot up his side, and he clenched his jaw, trying to ignore it.

Jesus stirred, but did not wake.

Daryl let out a sigh of relief.

He couldn't stay here anymore.

He couldn't look at Jesus, he couldn't...feel...well, whatever it was that he was feeling.

He grabbed his crossbow, put on his shoes, and stumbled out the front door as quietly as he could.

The sun had not yet come up, as It was still early. There was no one out.

He saw Gabriel was on watch duty, and smiled grimly.

Perfect.

Gabriel wouldn't bother him about where he was going. He was too scared to question Daryl.

Daryl limped out the front gates, planning on getting as far away from Alexandria as possible.

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Jesus woke up to an empty couch.

"Fuck!" He muttered.

He searched the house. Nothing.

He ran to Rick's house and knocked on the door.

Rick opened the front door, looking groggy.

"Daryl's gone." Jesus blurted, before Rick had time to say anything.

Rick seemed to snap awake.

"What?" He asked.

"I woke up this morning, and he was gone. I don't know where he is."

Jesus was frantic. God, he was an idiot. He messed things up. Daryl could be hurt somewhere.

Rick stared at him, a worried expression on his face.

"Lets go ask Carol if she's seen him." He suggested.

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Of course, Carol had no clue where he was, and was worried about him as well.

Jesus swore quietly.

"I messed everything up." He whispered.

Carol glanced at him curiously.

"What did you do?"

Jesus sighed.

"I kissed him."