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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Daryl Dixon, Jan 1, 2018.

  1. Daryl Dixon

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    dec. 24th year 7
    @Jesus

    Tomorrow was Christmas, and while Daryl usually wouldn’t give a shit, this year he’d convinced the group to go to Carol’s with him. Carol, who was in Pandora but didn’t wanna come be with the rest of the group. Daryl tried not t’get hung up on that cos he understood it, sort of, but not quite enough to respect her wishes and stay away. And the rest of the group wanted to see her, so despite any little voices in the back of his head tellin’ him to reconsider, he was goin’ ahead with his plan. Which was why he was on his way t’Jesus ‘n Aaron’s to make sure they were still on board and to let ‘em know it’d be an early start.

    The woods were unpredictable at the best of times and he didn’t want to set out too late and end up stumbling around in the dark. Plus, he was already up near dawn anyway and didn’t want to sit around twiddlin’ his damn thumbs waitin’ to go. He’d gotten all his supplies ready today – some jerky, extra water, his gift for Carol – so al he’d need tomorrow was for everyone t’show up so they could head out.

    It probably wouldn’t be too pleasant a trip, given the temperature. Winter had come down hard and even though Daryl had conceded to the weather and bundled up (well, his version anyway) with a t-shirt under a flannel under a vest and some gloves that had actual fingers on them (though those probably wouldn’t last too long) he was still fighting a chill as he trekked his way through a dusting of snow. Luckily, their house wasn’t too far and Daryl clomped up the stairs, knocking hard on the door before stepping back a little.

    He couldn’t feel his nose, which was red, or his ears, which were also red, but he’d never really paid no mind to that shit before and he wasn’t about to start now. ​
     
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    Jesus was wrapping gifts. He had them set out on the island table in the kitchen, a couple of rolls of different paper and scissors and sellotape all lined up around the edges. He’d wrapped most of the gifts save for the awkwardly shaped samurai sword styled umbrella he’d got for Michonne that still amused him every time he looked at it. He had it halfway to rolled in paper when he heard a rough knock on the door that was characteristic of Daryl’s arrival. He’d been expecting him to turn up at some point since they’d all decided to take everything over to Carol’s place and have Christmas there instead.

    Jesus still wasn’t entirely sure it was a good idea. Carol wanted her solace for a reason and while he’d told Daryl she was out there and the word had then spread, he still wasn’t sure everyone turning up on her doorstep was going to be received well. Then again he supposed maybe it was the nudge she needed to bring her back into the fold so to speak. He couldn’t help but be concerned for her out there in the woods by herself, no matter how capable she was. Pandora was a different beast to the world they’d come from.

    Pushing his concerns to the back of his mind, Jesus stuck the spare tape on the edge of the table and headed over to the door to unlatch the lock and pull it open. He smiled in greeting at Daryl and stepped back, sweeping his hand to beckon Daryl in. That was when he actually dropped his gaze slightly and realised what Daryl was wearing. Outside. In the middle of winter. No wonder he had red ears and nose. Although at least he was wearing proper gloves.

    ”You’re not even wearing a coat.” He pointed out and raised an eyebrow in a way that said he thought Daryl was out of his mind for this, ”You look like Rudolph.” he added cheekily, "C'mon before you freeze on the porch."

     
  3. Daryl Dixon

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    Daryl gave a nod in greeting, his expression not quite a smile but as friendly as it ever really got these days. He hesitated for a moment on the porch, really wasn’t no need t’go inside, considerin’ he was only here to remind him about goin’ to Carol’s early the next day, but when Jesus started harassing him about not wearing a coat he found his legs carrying him over the threshold anyway, even as he gruffed about it.

    “’m fine,” he muttered, resisting the urge to clap his hands together and rub to dispel the chill that had managed to seep in even through the gloves. “Ain’t that cold,” he said, which was his defense for any time Jesus mentioned he looked a bit chilled. Still, he swiped his hand at his nose, more on reflex than any true belief it would warm him up any.

    He shifted, wood floor creaking under his boots as he eyed Jesus, chewing on his lower lip for a moment. “Jus’ came by to make sure you were comin’ to Carol’s tomorrow,” he said. He wasn’t gonna force nobody t’come with him or anything – apparently some of the group had some hang ups, but he had been real keen on havin’ the whole group out there – at least, everybody they had. “Thought we could leave pretty early, make sure the damn woods don’t give us any shit or nothin’,” he said, his posture vaguely defensive, like he expected Jesus to tell him that weren’t plannin’ on comin’ anyway, or try to convince him that it wasn’t such a good idea, goin’ out to Carol’s like that. ​
     
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    ‘M fine was the classic Daryl response that Jesus translated, in the current definition to mean ‘I’m cold but I’m not going to admit I’m cold because I’m Daryl Dixon and mere cold cannot beat me’. Jesus was getting better at translating Daryl’s less articulate replies or noises and he thought he had this one pretty well figured out on account of the colour of his skin. Pale but with red highlights where the chill had gotten to him. he followed it up with another classic Daryl response of ain’t that cold, which Jesus translated to mean ‘it’s cold as hell and I can’t feel my nose but I wore sleeves today’. Jesus just responded with an amused ‘mmhmm’ sound and closed the door behind Daryl once he was inside.

    He’d brought the cold in with him and there was a cold space where he stood, Jesus could feel it and shuddered as he closed the door, noting that there were lakes of snow drifting from the sky again. It was snowing and he didn’t even have a proper coat on. He walked past Daryl back into the kitchen to carry on wrapping the gifts he’d been working on before Daryl arrived. The subject of Carol’s tomorrow was quick to come up and Jesus tried to swallow down his doubts about whether this was a good idea or if Carol would even answer the door if they all just descended on her. He was concerned it would be too much pressure on her but the others seemed set and he wasn’t going to be the only one not to turn up.

    ”Aaron’s out getting some last minute gifts right now but we’re both still coming.” He confirmed with a nod and moved around the table so he could keep wrapping and look up and over to Daryl. ”I just have this last gift to wrap, did you want a drink or anything while you’re here?” He stuck a corner down on the parcel and smirked knowingly as he looked up, ”Maybe something warm? Seeing as it’s snowing and I’m not letting you go out there in snow without a coat.”

     
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    Daryl nodded, satisfied with that answer. That was all he’d wanted and he could have easily just turned around and left, but something kept him there. Well, something beside the cold he wasn’t about to admit to. He’d been a little worried that everyone might back out and he’d be goin’ out there alone – which wouldn’t have been a bad way to spend Christmas, by any means, but he wanted Carol t’know they all cared about her out here, they were all still her family, and they were here whenever she could manage to make her way over.

    Daryl huffed, rollin’ his eyes in annoyance, but made no move to stomp out the door. “Ain’t need ya mother hennin’, jesus christ,” he grumbled, very little bite in his tone, leaning against the wall near the living room as he watched Jesus wrap whatever the hell he was wrapping. He also didn't tell him to fuck off with his offer of a drink, which was as good as saying yes to one. He may not be about t’admit that he was a little freezin’, but he also wasn’t about to go stompin’ back out into the cold to freeze his ass off either. So he’d stay here, and pretend like he was just doin’ Jesus some big favor and that way they both won. Or some shit like that.

    “For Michonne?”
    he asked, nodding toward the gift Jesus was wrapping. He couldn’t quite see it but it looked vaguely sword-ish in shape, and if anyone of ‘em was the type t’get a sword for a gift, then it was Michonne. Hell, he’d gotten her a sharpenin’ stone for her sword. He wasn’t about to wrap all his gifts though – most of ‘em he’d already left for their intended recipients, without any intention of revealing who they were from. He’d left Jesus’ earlier that week, as well as Aaron’s – and the only indication of who they were to was a hastily scrawled post-it with names.

    Gift givin’ hadn’t ever really been his thing though.​
     
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    If Daryl had asked Jesus wouldn’t have lied that he still wasn’t sure this was a good idea. But everyone had agreed and he’d voiced his concerns and that was that. If Carol locked her door and left them out in the cold he wouldn’t blame her and he wouldn’t say he’d told them all so either. He just wasn’t sure this was the right way to reunite with her, as sweet as the idea was. And it was sweet, he thought it was sweet Daryl had wanted to take the family out to her if she wouldn’t come to them but it was Carol, she was out there for a reason. She didn’t want them to know she was out there and it was bad enough he’d told Daryl about it, let along then bringing everyone to her door.

    But…maybe he was wrong. Maybe Daryl knew her better. They’d find out either way.

    He hid a smirk by looking down to the finished wrapped gift as Daryl grumbled at him and accused him of ‘mother henning’. He couldn’t help it, he thought Daryl as an idiot for going out into the snow without a coat on. Sleeves did not count. With the gifts wrapped for now, no grumbling refusal of a drink, Daryl still sticking around, Jesus took his silence as a yes and set about getting some warm drinks for them both. He fetched out some cups and some coffee and glanced back to the wrapped pile before looking back to Daryl.

    ”What gave it away?” He smirked and then chuckled a little under his breath, ”It’s an umbrella with a samurai sword handle, I thought she’d find it funny.” He admitted and headed over to Daryl with two hot coffees. He held one out to him, ”Don’t spoil it if you see her, I want to see her grimace.”

    He grinned mischievously and started to head through into the living room to sit in comfortable chairs seeing as Daryl was going to stick around for a little. However he got as far as the doorway and turned back to speak to Daryl without considering where he’d stopped or that he was now standing beneath a sprig of green leaves with little white berries that he’d pinned above the door in the hopes of encouraging John and Aaron to get on with it.

    ”Oh and thankyou.” He smiled, ”Martha is enjoying her sweater, and I particularly enjoyed the jerky and the hat which, considering the weather is now snowy, may have to make a debut when we go out to Carols.” He grinned mischievously, ”Naturally I think everyone needs to know that you got me a glittery-hat for Christmas.”

     
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    Daryl snorted, shaking his head as he took the coffee. "Secret's safe," he assured him. If that was his gift for Michonne, he could only imagine what he'd gotten for the rest of the group. Honestly, Daryl was good never getting a gift from the hippie again after that squirrel he'd gotten last year (a squirrel which resided on his dresser, but only because he just kept forgetting to throw the damn thing out). He lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip, warmth flooding through his chest as it trickled down his throat. He pushed away from the wall a little to follow Jesus toward the living room, not really making a conscious decision about it.

    He'd done what he'd come here t'do, but there wasn't nothing he could do to stop his feet from followin' him - the very best excuse he could give himself was that it was cold outside and warm in here. And yet - cold never stopped him before. Ever since he'd come back from whatever the hell that'd been that'd left him in that damn cell at the Sanctuary, he'd found it easier to be around Jesus. And not just...easier, but like he wanted to, too. And instead of that all falling apart after the shit that went down at Glenn's cabin, it'd just gotten worse.

    He wasn't about to look too closely at it.

    Daryl's brow rose at the thanks, a confused expression on his face that settled into a narrowed eyed glare when Jesus finished speaking. It wasn't like he'd forgotten the gifts that he'd left for Jesus, but he hadn't exactly been expecting to hear about 'em - it was why he'd left them for him without waiting around to watch him open them - or even gave them to him on the damn holiday.

    His head ducked slightly, teeth chewing at his lower lip.

    "Can't prove I got you nothin'," Daryl replied, immediately, the tips of his ears stained a light pink. He wasn't outright denyin' it, but he hadn't left the gifts for him intending for him to know who they were from. Wasn't like he left no damn card or nothin' - and now, lookin' back, he felt a bit stupid for that damn hat. But he'd seen it and it'd made him chuckle, and there hadn't been nothin' stoppin' him from getting it. Now he kinda wished somethin' had. ​
     
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    H.5: Character kisses another character under the mistletoe.

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    If Daryl thought he wasn’t going to get a gift equally as terrible as Michonne’s samurai sword (or the awful stuffed squirrel from last christmas) then he had another thing coming. Thankfully both that gift and Aaron’s were not on the table because he’d sensibly kept them both locked away somewhere safe. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise and they were the two that most frequented the house and were possibly likely to walk in on him wrapping them up. So he’d wrapped them earlier and stuffed them into his closet. They could get them along with everyone else when they visited Carol’s. Jesus was once again going to find himself hauling a sack full of gifts half way across Misty Hollow. It was becoming a tradition.

    Amusedly Jesus raised an eyebrow. Was Daryl really trying to pretend it wasn’t him that the mysterious offerings had come from? Okay so initially Jesus had questioned Aaron about the chicken sweater and the sparkly hat but the jerky seemed a little obvious. Daryl was the only one of them who went out of his way to both eat and hunt for jerky. Who else was it likely to be? Aaron had been expectedly clueless and then it had been obvious, Daryl had gotten those too. The sweet part of the denial was that Daryl’s ear tips had gone an embarrassed pink colour and he had a scowl on his face like he was annoyed Jesus dare accuse him of kindness during the season of good will.

    “Hmm.” Jesus replied, face falling into a mock serious expression of thought, ”I suppose it must have been an early gift from Santa Claus then?” He raised an eyebrow and looked at Daryl like he might be able to explain why the gifts had unusually arrived early then. ”I’ll have to thank him for the gifts then. I hearby retract my thank you.” He smirked at Daryl and then slowly his eyes lifted up and then up a little more.

    Oh. Well that was either awkward or fate trying to tell him something. They’d stopped in the doorway. The doorway that he had decorated in an attempt to get John Silver and Aaron together, the one with the mistletoe hanging above it. There was a lovely thick green chunk of leaves and white flowers right between them and above, nailed to the doorframe. Jesus stared at it for a moment, it was just a stupid tradition, it didn’t mean anything. But if it didn’t mean anything why was he still standing there staring at it and why was his heart suddenly racing in his chest like it thought he’d run a marathon. Stupid. What was he going to do? Kiss him?

    Well. Actually, he supposed. He dropped his gaze from the mistletoe and looked at Daryl. There was a split second where he could either make it incredibly awkward by pointing it out and making some lame joke before they both wandered off, he could ignore it or he could go on impulse and deal with the aftermath. Jesus wasn’t necessarily an impulsive man but he did sometimes get ideas in his head and sometimes he even thought he could get away with them. He stepped a little closer, rose onto his toes and leaned in…and then round slightly and pressed a light kiss to Daryl’s cheek before he drew back, heart racing, mouth dry and temperature spiking.

    ”Just in case it wasn’t Santa.” He smiled, surprisingly it wasn’t a cocky smile like he’d just gotten away with something a little cheeky. It was genuine smile, it was a Paul Rovia smile. ”I liked the hat.” He said, glanced down to his drink, not quite sure he’d really just done what he’d just done.

     
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    Daryl huffed, rolling his eyes. He probably shoulda guessed that Jesus wasn't the type to just let the gift giving go unnoticed - nah, he had to go and be a little shit about it. He chewed on his lip, trying to maintain his scowl and not show any hint of amusement, because he couldn't go lettin' Jesus think he thought he was funny or nothin', or he'd be any worse. It said a lot that he didn't immediately turn and stalk out the door into the snow, that he could stand here and roll his eyes at Jesus and not end up in a huff because he thought he was annoying.

    Hell, it said a lot that Daryl didn't even really think he was annoyin' anymore. Daryl might put on a show of bein' exasperated or all that, but it was easy to see that plain ol' actual annoyance wasn't present.

    "Yer an idiot," he said, but there was almost something like affection threaded through the words.

    He took another sip of his coffee, vaguely wondering if Jesus had actually gone and put the sweater on the chicken and didn't notice where Jesus' gaze had fallen. It took him a moment to even notice that Jesus had gotten distracted, and his eyes narrowed just a bit, watching Jesus watch some point above his head. Before Daryl could follow his gaze, Jesus was looking at him again and Daryl eyed him, an almost questioning look on his face. The hell was up with him?

    Daryl got his answer a few moments later, when Jesus leaned up and kissed him on his cheek.

    He didn't really have time to react - just the brief feeling of Jesus' lips against his skin and then it was gone - his heart suddenly in his mouth and his fingers clenching hard enough on the handle of the coffee mug to turn his knuckles white (which was better than the alternative reaction of letting go). He blinked, hard, once and then twice and he knew he should be thinkin' things, doin' somethin', but there was just a little bit of white fuzz between his ears, his gaze falling on the smile that crossed Jesus' lips. He didn't think he'd ever seen him smile like that before, and his stomach twisted itself into a thousand different knots.

    He could only stare, for a few long moments, shocked into silence. He was pretty sure he could still feel the brush of Paul's beard against his cheek and only sheer force of will kept him from reaching up to rub against the spot, like some idiot teenager in one of those dumb movies.

    He cleared his throat, feeling like he'd swallowed sand, suddenly a little sweaty, like he had a fever. He didn't know what to do - knew that if Merle'd been here, he woulda shoved Jesus back and asked him what the fuck he was doing, but Merle wasn't here and hadn't been and what he really wanted to do was return the favor.

    But he wasn't - nah he wasn't gonna - fuck.

    "Wasn't even - " he swallowed, feeling like there was a rock lodged in his throat, currently competing with his rapidly beating heart for space - "wasn't even that nice of a hat," he said, words a rough rumble, something about his expression slightly shell-shocked, like he wasn't sure what just happened.
     
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    Well either he was going to hugely regret doing that or maybe he’d be pleasantly surprised, after all that wasn’t the first time he’d shown Daryl a little more affection than normal. He was sort of prepared to have to dodge out the way of a fist or steel himself against an onslaught or angry swearing and the classic Daryl favourite which was a good old fashioned get up in your face and then shove combo. However he sort of doubted Daryl would be much getting up in his face about what he’d just done if he didn’t like it…the shoving yes, maybe. That would be all it was if he was lucky. But he had his excuse lined up on the tip of his tongue, he was ready to point at the mistletoe and pass it off as a holiday tradition, he was ready for a lot of responses. He just had to sort of hope he wasn’t misjudging all of this, had to hope he wasn’t pushing Daryl’s bubble too far or that he took it the wrong way.

    Despite all the reactions he’d expected, the one he hadn’t planned for was Daryl kind of shutting down. Or breaking. Had he just broken him? He’d sort of frozen up and gone silent. Jesus was used to Daryl being a man of few words anyway but this was different. This wasn’t Daryl just being Daryl and not talking, he looked like a deer in the headlights. Jesus lifted a hand to tuck some hair behind his own ear and looked concerned. He really did look like he’d sort of broken him a little bit. Maybe that had been too much?

    He’d told himself he wouldn’t ever push Daryl like that but since that evening at Glenn’s cabin it had all felt a little different, it had sort of felt like he could. Not that he wanted to make Daryl uncomfortable but he’d felt something. Maybe it was stupid and maybe it was all just him but there were signals, he was sure of it. Or he had been and now he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure if he needed to ask Daryl if he was okay or if just walking into the living room like it was all fine and normal would be best. He started to draw back and Daryl cleared his throat so he stilled and looked back up to him.

    He spoke awkwardly and Jesus was both surprised and amused by what he said, he was talking about the damn hat. Of all the things to say after that. On the one hand he flooded with relief that he’s not horrified Daryl to the point that the other man was going to leave, on the other hand he chuckled because that wasn’t what he’d expected.

    ”It was a funny hat.” He pointed out with a smile, bright eyes flicked back and forth over Daryl as though unsure if he was okay and then decided rather than slink away like he’d just done something shameful he’d address what had just happened instead. He flicked a finger upwards, ”Mistletoe.” He explained with a little smirk, ”I put it up to try and get Aaron and John to…” He shrugged, ”…nudge them along a little, I guess.” So what did that mean he’d just done? Nudged himself and Daryl along a little? He realised how that might have sounded, ”That’s not what I meant…I mean…it’s a tradition.” Another smile, a little sheepish this time as he lifted his mug to his lips to take a drink and hide the fact that he was mentally facepalming at his own stupidity.

     
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    Once his brain came back online, Daryl kinda wished it hadn't. He didn't know what to do in this situation - though that was true about a lot of things when it came to Jesus. Hell, just a bit ago he'd been sitting in a damn tree holding the man's hand - which was something he wasn't going to think about too hard because it was just - seemed like something that shouldn't have happened. Or couldn't have happened. Shit, he didn't know. Still, despite that - and how there was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of the hippie - he couldn't seem to stay away. Wasn't no reason he had to invite everyone out to Carol's - least of all Aaron and Jesus (well, they were his friends, so that was enough reason, but from back where he'd come from he hadn't even known either of them, so he coulda just as easily assumed Carol wouldn't know 'em).

    Daryl grunted in acknowledgement, a skeptical sort though. It was a stupid hat, was what it was, but Daryl wasn't about to argue with him or nothing, especially considering Daryl was the one who'd gotten it for him. (Though he could argue that nothin' was stupider than that stuffed squirrel Jesus had gotten him last year and so if anyone deserved to get solely stupid gifts from here on out t'forever it was Jesus).

    Daryl found himself lookin' up, like he'd never seen mistletoe in his damn life and he felt the tips of his ears go a little red again - at this rate, they'd never regain their normal color, between the cold outside and all this. He felt his heart give another jump in his chest, like was the damn energizer bunny or something - what'd that mean for him? That Jesus had put that mistletoe up t'give Aaron and his guy a nudge? Did it mean anything? Jesus could just be doin' it cos it was there - a tradition like he said. Then again, Jesus also coulda ignored it cos it wasn't like Daryl woulda said nothin' if he'd seen it first. "Oh," he said, just t'say something, hand still curled around his mug as he tried and failed not to look at Jesus.

    "I ain't never..." he frowned, licking his lower lip, the flush across his cheeks getting a little deeper as he realized how that sounded. "Never had that tradition," he said. Jesus didn't to know about whether or not anybody'd ever kissed him before (even on the cheek). Shit. All of a sudden he couldn't remember how to stand normal, his boots shifting on the hardwood, teeth worrying at his lower lip as he tried to decide if it'd make him look like a pussy if he was t'book it on out the door now. What kind of idiot couldn't handle getting kissed on the damn cheek without flamin' like a fuckin' tomato?

    And Jesus wasn't even - hell, there were plenty 'a people in Pandora and plenty of people better 'n him for Jesus to...like. Daryl didn't even need t'be thinking of that shit cos it wasn't. Fuck. He took a sip of his coffee, near halfway down the mug by now, and thought about maybe just hoofing it over to Carol's now, before the rest of 'em. Maybe he'd get lucky and the woods would swallow him whole and they'd never see him again. He swallowed, shifting awkwardly, his gaze stuck to the floorboards like they were weighted down with lead.​
     
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    Jesus wasn’t really sure what to make of Daryl’s reaction to him pointing out the mistletoe. He still seemed a little shell-shocked really, a little bit of a deer in the headlights, and an embarrassed one at that if the tips of his ears were anything to go by. But what did it mean that he was embarrassed rather than angry? At first Jesus had thought he knew Daryl’s sort, Rick’s too. He’d thought they were trouble (in some respects he’d been right), but he’d figured them to be the wrong sort of trouble and they weren’t at all. Then he’d thought he’d pegged Daryl again in Pandora and he’d been wrong, a punch had shown him that. Daryl responded with violence and anger to most things he didn’t like, even to some of the people he did like, that seemed to be just how he communicated.

    So what did it say that he hadn’t reacted with anger on either occasion when Jesus had pushed at his personal bubble a little? What did it say that instead of anger and violence he instead reacted with a blush and an awkward deer in the headlights expression? Did it mean anything? Or was he just pushing the wrong buttons and making Daryl uncomfortable? Had he just startled him beyond the reach of defensive anger? He didn’t know and after years of thinking he knew one thing only to find out he was wrong, not to mention his bias for reading more into it, Jesus didn’t trust himself to guess.

    He did however quirk an eyebrow as Daryl began to say he’d never, what, never been kissed? That seemed unlikely. And then he clarified he’d never had that tradition. That was more understandable, considering what little he’d heard of Daryl’s family he doubted they were the kind of people to like that kind of thing. All of a sudden he looked even more nervous, like he’d just admitted something humiliating. So, maybe his first assumption had been correct. Had nobody ever kissed Daryl Dixon? Not even on the cheek? Jesus found his brows were furrowing, was that an invite? Was it a hint? Was it a cue he should be picking up on? Why was this so much harder than it should be? Why was he so damned hard to read?

    ”Was it bad?” He asked suddenly because he didn’t want to outright ask if he’d never been kissed and humiliate Daryl over his unclear admission, so instead he redirected the subject to give Daryl a chance to take a little control back. This whole thing felt a little like treading on thin ice where if he said the wrong thing Daryl might react badly and that would be whatever tentative progress he’d made lost entirely. So instead he smiled, took a sip of his coffee and raised an eyebrow as he lowered the mug, ”The kiss, was it bad?” A smirk and a mischievous waggle of eyebrows inviting Daryl to joke or brush him off if he wanted to and there'd be no hard feelings if they both turned it into a silly joke, ”Because I can definitely do better.” He teased.

     
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    He took another sip of his coffee, using any excuse to avoid looking at Jesus. He should probably - should he move? Was there some like ten second rule or something where if he didn't move his ass in ten seconds Jesus was obligated to do it again? Daryl wasn't sure why that thought made his stomach flip, or why he didn't immediately start moving. He was pretty sure his legs were glued to the spot, like Jesus had put out some glue traps. He liked that explanation a lot better than any others rolling around in his head for why he was suddenly rooted to the spot. He blinked at the question, taking a last mouthful of coffee to avoid figuring out what the hell Jesus was talking about. Was it bad?

    He chewed on his lower lip, glancing upward just in time to catch Jesus' eyebrow waggle, something that caused him to huff and turn red all at the same time. Christ, what the hell was wrong with him? (Him being Daryl himself, not Jesus - although hell, maybe he could ask that question of him too, obviously something wasn't working between his ears if he was goin' around kissin' people like Daryl under the mistletoe - even if it was on the cheek).

    Was it - was it bad, though? What the hell did that even - did Jesus want an honest answer? Did he want him to rate him or something? Ten out of ten goddman gold stars? Daryl's tongue felt like it'd suddenly grown twelve sizes too big, filling his mouth until he was sure if he opened it he'd do nothing but make a bunch of nonsensical noises. He swallowed again, trying to force some words out of his mouth - surely he could come up with some dismissive grunt - he was good at those. Those were his specialty. Something that hinted at amusement but also hinted that Jesus should probably just shut the hell up.

    But then had to go on talking and Daryl's neck practically snapped with the speed his head jerked up to look at Jesus again, eyes a little wide. He felt like his heart had jumped up toward his throat and was making a new home right at the base, so trying to swallow felt like trying to move a damn softball. He could do better? The hell did that mean. Was he gonna try some French shit and go for the other cheek. Or try some other French shit. It probably wasn't possible for his face to get any redder at this point, he'd probably end up turning into a tomato by the time he escaped. "Y'ain't gotta - " he said, voice quick and a little more forceful than what he'd been going for.

    Sure, maybe he might be thinking about what doing better might mean. And maybe some part of him was curious, maybe some part of him wanted to lean forward and try his own hand at doing better, but the other part of him was already halfway into the woods, the possibility of that too goddamn terrifying. His head ducked for a moment, teeth worrying at his lower lip.

    "Y'ain't gotta do that," he tried again, aiming for nonchalant, dismissive, although there was something in his eyes, something a little too much like longing, like regret, to make the tone work. ​
     
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    For something Jesus had intended to allow Daryl an out as a joke for, he really wasn’t biting at the bait, was he? Jesus raised an eyebrow as Daryl instead chewed on his lips like he was deep in thought about something. He still looked nervous, awkward, like he didn’t know what to do and Jess wasn’t sure how much more obvious an ‘out’ he could give Daryl after the little joke. He’d sort of expected Daryl to gruffly tell him it was shit and he ought to keep it to himself, but he wasn’t. He looked like he was considering the question seriously and Jesus wasn’t sure what was scarier, the idea that he might be seriously considering it or that he was building up to a reaction.

    Daryl looked beet red. If Jesus didn’t know better he’d have said this wasn’t because Daryl hadn’t liked it but rather he had, he’d just not expected to. However he was well aware he was also a biased party and that he was probably just seeing what he hoped might be there when it was something else. Wouldn’t be the first time. Suddenly Daryl’s voice broke the quiet and it was a little more what Jesus had expected. A little more forceful, a little more dismissive. Or there was until he tried again and there was something else there too. It sounded forced again but not forceful, it sounded like Daryl was trying to convince himself.

    He was probably hoping for too much and he didn’t want to push his luck, or Daryl any further. Maybe just let him consider it, sleep on it for a little, see if he came back. Or didn’t. So instead of pushing Jesus just smirked and shrugged like it was no skin off his teeth, ”Maybe next time.” He smirked and turned away, sipping his coffee like everything was absolutely fine, like he hadn’t just kissed Daryl on the cheek or joked about improving on that.

    ”So what time are you wanting to get everyone over to Carol’s?” he asked as he headed into the living room and sat himself down on the sofa, deliberately returning the conversation to something Daryl might be more comfortable with.

    - The End

     
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