iesus | open rp post

It was difficult for Jesus to settle down. Not in a small scale sense - he could be quiet and easy and gentle and relaxed - but in the sense that he couldn't do without leaving places, with traveling and making himself try new things and new living conditions and--well, so on and so forth. He would disappear into the wilds for days, weeks, with little communication other than check in texts to people that cared. Which was to say he couldn't stay in one place and would rather explore everything that he could. He loved the adventure and took advantage of that.

He found himself a lot of places this way, some places with more success than others. He always had to be extra careful in the South but he managed to be himself anyway, somehow. He was tougher than people assumed; the hippie with long hair in a ponytail and an immaculately trimmed beard. When he'd asked the waitress in the waffle house to give him suggestion of bars in the area, he smiled and nodded when she told him some but also where not to go.

He thanked her for her help and went to his hotel room to sleep for a while - a tiny rat-trap place. It suited him, just like it suited him to go to some shithole dive bar instead of heeding the waitress' advice. He sat himself at the bar rather than a table,slowly nursing some whiskey now that he was settled in.

It'd been three days since they'd taken out the satellite camp. Carol was doing a little better now that she was back with Tobin and the safety of Alexandria's walls. Not a lot better. But enough that when Rick pulled Daryl aside and asked him to head out to the Hilltop with Maggie and a few others to finalize the trade, he wasn't concerned about leaving her be. Nor was he very concerned about the continued safety of the rest of them. They were good people he trusted to handle themselves.

Maggie was the resident cattle expert but Daryl was pretty good at sweet talking animals and weren't afraid of getting close to them when they were being skittish. He'd be doing most of the actual handling when it came to putting the girl into the delivery truck that would have to serve as their cattle car.

The ride over was peaceful. The gate guards friendly now. Gregory was probably still laid up in bed, so that meant they were likely going to deal with the defacto second in command once he showed his too-pretty-for-his-own-good face.

"Prick better not take his time," Daryl muttered to Maggie, only to receive an eyeroll as the large doors started to slide open.

i mean part of me says yeah, bring on the lint roller
but what the hell am i gonna use it for when the rest of the glitter is gone

non-apocalypse au → aversiontosleeves

The Scenes Between - Time to get that cow

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