𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon

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     ROSALINE FINISHED off her meal, taking a teatowel and wiping down her face before giving the pair thanks just like daryl had done. she sipped down the rest of her drink.

     eric gave her a friendly nod, "if any of you two are out there, if you happen to be in a store or something, mrs. neudermyer is really looking for a pasta maker."

     "she wants to make pasta?" rosaline asked.

     he gave a shy smile, "yeah, we're all really trying to get her to shut up about it so..."

     the girl watched as daryl took a sip of his wine, "yeah we can try and keep a lookout for one."

     "i mean, we have crates of dried pasta in here, but she wants to make her own or something. i really think she just wants something to talk about, so..." the man explained, "if you see one out on your travels, it would go a long way to..."

     aaron gave him a pointed look, causing eric to stop mid-speech.

     "alright." she said.

     eric picked at his food, "i thought it was done. you didn't ask him already?" he turned to his boyfriend.

     "ask me what?" daryl suddenly spoke up, quirking a curious brow.

     aaron pushed out of his chair, beckoning them, "come. i've got something to show you, rosaline you can of course come if you'd like."

     he led them over to a garage. inside, there was a bike covered with a cream-colored cloth. as well as that, on the shelves, there were various parts that could fit to different vehicles.

     "when i got the place, there were some frames and some parts and equipment." the recruiter elaborated whilst daryl went to examine everything laying spread out on the tables, "whoever lived here built them."

     "it's a lot of parts for one bike." the marksman commented.

     aaron let out a small scoff, "whenever i came across any parts out there, i brought them back. i didn't know what i'd need. i'd always thought i'd learn how to do it, but i get a feeling you already know what to do with it."

     of course, he did. daryl was a fan of bikes due to merle. he'd lost the last one they had back at the prison. he definitely missed the feeling of riding one.

     "that's kind of you." rosaline stated, taking a good look around the garage.

     aaron dipped his head, "he's gonna need it."

     "why?" daryl queried.

     "i told deanna not to give you a job because i think i have one for you." he explained, "i'd like you to be alexandria's other recruiter. now, i'm not sure about you rosaline because deanna hasn't mentioned anything to me."