It's Not Living Without You (Desus)

Chapter Twenty Four

Notes: The song for this chapter is "Love Don't Die" by The Fray

Daryl and Jesus went most of the day in a tense silence, despite their earlier declarations.

Daryl was trying not to show how hurt he was about the situation, while Jesus tried to look everywhere but Daryl's face. After awhile, Daryl announced that he was going hunting.

"And you better stay here." He had growled.

So Jesus was now sitting in the RV, staring at the wall, feeling utterly bored.

He knew Daryl was upset, but did he really have to run off and leave him here alone?

He became annoyed thinking about it.

Daryl was allowed to run off alone, but he wasn't, and that hardly seemed fair, but he wasn't going to bring it up, not yet anyway.

Jesus paced around the trailer, then decided to sit outside for some fresh air.

He leaned against the RV, and closed his eyes.

He thought about all of his past families, and wondered if any of them were still alive. As an orphan, he had bounced around families a lot. No one had seemed to want him.

Some of his families had been nice, some had been terrible. He couldn't help but feel smug that some of those people were now probably dead now, but his last family had been kind, and he hoped that they were still alive.

They were the ones that had taken him to the beach he and Daryl had just visited, and he smiled at the memory. In fact, he was pretty sure the old house they lived in was about half an hour away from here.

They had lived in Alabama for a short time before the world had went to hell. After the world he had known ended, he had wandered to Georgia, and made a name for himself at Hilltop.

Jesus thought of the few months he had been alone. He had hardly slept or ate, and had worried about going insane alone in the woods. But then he had found Hilltop, and now he was here, with Daryl.

He wondered if he could convince Daryl to drive to his old house, so he could see it one last time.

Jesus pulled out his knife and spun in around his fingers, bored. He felt nervous, waiting for Daryl to come back, and hoped that the other man was okay.

The knife in Jesus's hand slipped, and he swore as he cut himself. Blood trickled down his hand and he sighed, before wiping the blood on his jeans.

His mind wandered back to Daryl, and he closed his eyes, hoping he would return soon.

*******

Daryl came back an hour later, with a few squirrels and a possum.

Jesus was nowhere to be seen, so Daryl figured he was in the RV.

He got to work skinning and cleaning the meat, then started a fire. Afterwords, he decided to go find Jesus.

He hoped after the few hours he had been gone, they wouldn't be so tense together anymore.

Daryl opened the RV door, to find Jesus laying on the couch, apparently sound asleep.

He sucked in a deep breath when he saw a pool of blood gathering on his partner's shirt.

He slammed the door shut, annoyed that Jesus had managed to hurt himself.

Jesus jumped, sat up, and quickly tried to hide his hand.

Daryl scowled.

"The hell you do?" He asked, glaring.

Jesus looked down, slightly embarrassed.