Breaking our rules - Desus

CHAPTER IX

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Daryl & Jesus arrive at Hilltop

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"Are you sure you're ok to drive?" Paul wasn't sure about this situation. The guy infront of him just killed somebody in complete rage.
Daryl was panting heavily and looked wildly around with quick movements with his eyes.
Paul feared that he was way to unstable to ride a motorcycle right now, plus he just didn't like bikes. He once rode on one when he was twelve. He screamed like a baby and it happened never again.

Daryl nodded. "I'm okay." He already sat on the bike, waiting for the small ninja to step on.
He wasn't okay. But Jesus didn't needed to know that. He wasn't planning for this guy to hang around for long. He didn't even like him, as a person. Daryl had to correct himself on that, he didn't know him, so who was he to judge.
But the scout just annoyed him. He constantly tried to talk to him, getting into his business. He also got the impression Jesus always wanted to show if his moves, that were ninja alike. Daryl couldn't do that, he was someone who fought with dumb strength.

Daryl shook his head to get back on topic. "Now get on the damn thing and stop wasting my time," Why would he bother this Jesus guy with his bullshit? He probably wasn't even interested in his 'feelings', nobody was. "or I'm leaving without you."

"Wait .. don't we get to wear helmets or something?" Paul's eyes got bigger. No way in hell he was gonna ride that devil's thing without any kind of protection.

"Do you see any helmets around here? Now come on, we don't got a lot of time." Daryl started to get really pissed of. This guy was just wasting their time, if they didn't go now, they could get discovered and god knows what then. Daryl didn't wanted to bring them both in danger. Daryl already had been tortured, Jesus didn't needed to go through that.

Paul let go a nervous sigh and swung his leg over the bike. Daryl started the thing and off they went.

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Two sets of long hair swayed in the wind. One was enjoying the cold on their face, the other trying to hold back their puke.

Paul was scared to death. He didn't remember for this thing to go so fast. And Daryl, boy Daryl wasn't shy in the turns. He didn't mind showing of how big of a turn he could make.
"How many times did I tell you to move along in the turns!?" Daryl yelled at Paul, who once again  screamed and stayed like a statue on the bike in a turn.
"If you don't go along you're gonna make us both fall off!" Daryl groaned angrily at the pretty man.

Paul just responded with a shivering 'hmhm' and closed his eyes, trying to breath normally.

They were quiet for a while, Daryl concentrating on the road and Paul .. well Paul didn't know where to look. He felt kinda awkward being so close to Daryl. Normally Daryl would slap him away and groan an insult if he would come this close. Of course, they sat on a motorcycle together. But the scene from an hour ago went through Paul his mind, Daryl bashing in someone's skull. He wasn't sure if this would make them closer or more apart. They had never been that close, the scout had to admit. But something like this, being in your weakest and most vulnerable moment, it meant something. Paul wanted to know what, but that would take a lot of time.

"Do you want to squeze my organs out or what?" Daryl spit suddenly at Jesus. The poor man was ripped out of his thoughts by the harsh tone.
Paul noticed he hold his friend so thight that it was getting hard for him to breath.

"I'm sorry, this thing just goes so hard." Now it was Paul his turn to yell.  "If I were you, I would go a little more slow."

"Oh you wanne drive then?" Daryl hissed sarcastically back.

"I will shut up." Paul said a bit ashamed and kept quiet after that.

"You better do that yeah." Daryl shook his head and concentrated on the road again.

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"Open the gate, Kal!" Paul yelled up to the guard that was on gate duty.
Kal's head appeared above the wooden construction. "Who's that?" The man was referring to the homeless looking Daryl. 

Paul first looked at the man he just rescued, wondering how he could explain this. "He's on of the Alexandrians, he was here before, remember?"

"Sure, come on in." With that said Kal opened the gate and let the pair in.
First things first, Jesus showed Daryl where he could stall his motorcycle and made sure the thing was safe. Paul noticed how much Daryl loved the bike, it was weird for him, seing someone so happy with a materialistic thing.

After the bike was settled, Paul decided to bring Daryl back to his place. He would inform Gregory, Maggie and Sasha after that. He first had to make sure the redneck was doing okay.

I silence they walked over. Paul was glad when he noticed the door was still locked, Alex wasn't in there or something.
"Euh, welcome to my trailer," Paul enetered the little place first, Daryl was a bit hesistant. The scout waved him over and he stepped slowly in. "act as if you're home." 

Curious the bowman looked around with narrowed eyes. He immediately noticed how nice it smelled.
Though the good smell, the trailer was  a mess. Mostly it were books, that laid everywhere.

"Sorry, I didn't expected visitors." Paul tried to joke a bit, to make the mood lighter, but Daryl didn't seem to get it. 

"Well .. do you want something to eat? Or drink?" Jesus noticed how awkward the big man felt and tried to break the ice. "I guess you didn't got the best food in there."

Daryl just sat down on one of the wooden chairs around the round table. "No, I'm good." He huffed almost muted and looked a bit at his nails. His mood changed like the weather. On the road he had just forgotten where he came from and what had happened. But now, being in a place where Maggie was, he couldn't push the sight of a dead Glenn and Abraham out of his mind.
It had all been his fault. His fault.

"Daryl, you don't have to act for me,"  Paul crossed his arms, leaning against the counter. His bangs were covering Daryl's eyes, so Jesus didn't know if he was looking back at him or not. He just kept staring at the filthy looking man, waiting for a response.

Jesus didn't understand why the guy was doing this. He looked eager to eat and drink, have a nice shower. But he didn't want anything. Paul didn't know either how he could handle this, just push some bread down his throat or let him starve himself to death? He had no idea.

"I think I got some clothes in your size for you if you want." He tried. Now he got a nod from the bigger man. That was good.

Daryl wanted out of these devil's clothes. Burn them and throw them away. It almost felt like the clothes were already on fire, letting the guilt burn on his skin and in his throat. Daryl felt his breath already being thick and getting high in his chest.
Standing up on his feet again, he tried to control his breathing.

Jesus looked a bit stunned from the sudden move of the archer, but he just went on with searching for the right clothes.
Finally, he picked out a blue button up and some old brown pants. He didn't know if it would fit the taller man, but they didn't had another option.

Paul handed the clothes over to Daryl and he disappeared into the small bathroom.

It was quiet for a while in there and Paul waited for a sound or for Daryl to come out but none of that happened.

After waiting for almost 15 minutes, the sound of the shower turning on lightend up Jesus' face. He finally relaxed and went to make a spare bed.

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