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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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  5. Daryl Dixon

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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.”