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 Male x Male  Post Apocalyptic  Fandom Blood is Thicker than Water (A Walking Dead/Dixon Brothers RP) (Roth & Sayd)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Roth, Feb 3, 2018.

  1. Roth

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    Merle opened his ears to Daryl, listened, found a lot of similarities there to how he felt about things too. Yeah, it was a surprise to hear Daryl talking about such things, just in general; desires, wants, lack of control in the face of passion but it would have been harder to believe any man could hold out forever from those things. It wouldn't be natural and there wasn't a man Merle had ever met that was more natural than Daryl.

    He suddenly smirked with a chuckle. "Think you lost that one before you even entered the ring, baby brother, damn right it's some kind of spell. I ain't never known
    a man that could resist a sweet and saucy Latin honey."

    He found himself smiling, oddly proud of the little brother who seemed doomed to a forever of loner wandering. It made him wonder further, "So what do you think now? I mean, you said you liked it, and it's damn obvious you two are like two beans in a burrito. Shit, to be honest, you two been hanging out since we got to that camp. Y'all gonna be a thing now? Gonna shack up? You know, after three days you can't call it a crazy weekend anymore. Them's homo rules."
     
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    “I don’t know. Probably going to be how it already was, just with more. I stayed with him already here and there. Not all the time, but when it were natural. I ain’t mind it then, I really don’t think I’m gonna mind it now.” Not if there would be any repeats of last night. “Think if we were gonna try to go back on it, bury it under the rug, we would have tried to do so this mornin’. Weren’t like that though. Crazy weekends ain’t for me. Don’t think that’s what this was about.” Daryl answered, but that really hadn’t been something that had troubled him. He’d already partly made up his mind before he and Jerry had taken things as far as they did.

    “Don’t know what excuse you have for Travis. Spell shoulda worn off by now. Crazy weekend long done passed,” Daryl returned, his voice goodnatured and teasing. It wasn’t hostile like it had been in regards to Travis. He’d come to terms with things, understood by then that they had worked through their business. He still wasn’t Daryl’s favorite person but they were civil and Merle seemed happy. Would he and Jericho head down that same road? Just turn up as a thing that the others didn’t really bat an eye at?

    “I needta go find him. Don’t want him to think I’ve come to find regrets out there in the woods alone to my thoughts all day,” Daryl told him, standing up to brush his hands off. More than just that, he wanted to see him.
     
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  3. Roth

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    "Yeah, you're shackin' up. It's plain as day," There was a little tease to Merle's tone as he affectionately cuffed the younger Dixon across the jaw. "Good on ya for it too. Though, rumor had it he's an evil drug lord leading you like a blind boy around by the collar. Keep your eyes open." Merle teased more, still finding Waylon's assessment of Jerry ridiculous. "I know, I know, before ya get all ruffled about it, I know your boyfriend ain't no evil minded mobster bent on world domination."

    "And no, I ain't got no excuse for Travis. Ain't even gonna try it. I like his company and I like the sex; fucker gives a blow job like no other. That's just how it is. First time mighta been a bit rough, but I got a thicker head than you. Didn't wanna see it, turned angry on it. Maybe it's why I'm such an asshole, huh?" He chuckled. "Kinda strange to think it could be in our blood. Think maybe that's why pa was so miserable?" This time he laughed much more heartily. "Bet he's rolling over with nothin' but pride for his boys now!" Most of the time thoughts of Will only came when he was pushed that far into the red, but sometimes, in a rare circumstance such as the one at hand, he felt the amusing irony of it all.

    "Ohhhhhh, listen to you! Go check in, sweetheart." Merle winked at him then gave his little brother a robust one armed hug around the neck from behind followed by a loud smooch on the back of the head. "Next thing ya know, you're gonna start bathin' so ya don't smell like your usual stank because ya got a little action happenin'."
     
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  4. Sayd

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    Daryl snorted about any such rumor regarding his ‘boyfriend’. He knew Merle saw the bigger picture but Daryl still didn’t like Waylon and his assumptions.

    “Better that he just keeps Jericho’s name out of his damn mouth. And you tell him I said that tomorrow. Hell, get him intimately reacquainted with that Springfield he’s missin’ so much.” Daryl smoothed his ‘feathers’ back out to listen to what Merle had to say about his situation. The most sure he’d seemed about all of it.

    “Don’t think that’s it. He ain’t fixed it because you’re still an asshole,” Daryl returned, giving Merle a playful shove in response to the teasing. He thought for a moment about their father. “Good thing he’s dead. We’da had to put the old bastard out of his misery if he’d been around for this.” Talking with Merle had only further put him at ease about the whole situation. He wasn’t sure he would have found the courage if his older brother hadn’t taken that first stop but it had worked out. They wouldn’t condemn one another and the people that still would weren’t important. He leaned into Merle for a quick second, a silent way to show the appreciation he felt for his brother before he headed out of the garage, off to find Jericho and ‘check in’ like he’d called it.

    Daryl had been gone too long to catch him in the fields and when he didn’t find him in the house he had a pretty good idea where he’d be. He stopped by the well, Merle having gotten him thinking, to at least rinse the blood off him from the kill before going to the treehouse, the climb becoming familiar to him. He smiled when he saw Jericho, scooting over to sit beside him. He reached into his pocket to hand Jericho the sweet find of the day; fresh blueberries wrapped in a bandanna.
     
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  5. Roth

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    Merle watched his brother go, reflecting on the time they'd spent together talking. It was twice in a row now that they took the time to just hang out. It was good, it was the right thing to do and Merle felt he could get really used evenings like that. Didn't have to be some big meaningful conversation like the last two times, but it was a good feeling to be able to just talk about anything with his brother.

    After Daryl passed from sight, Merle headed into the house and up the stairs to first stop by Harlan's for the quick nightly check up and then onto his bedroom. He pushed the door open then, in step, hooked the door with his foot to close.

    "Travis....Travis you in here?" His eyes made the usual sweep, not in the bed, not in the aster bathroom, maybe on the balcony. He headed out to find Travis at his usual scribbling as he was enjoying a nice night outside.

    "Hey Trav..." Merle sat in the patio chair angled about a foot away. "...is homo a blood thing?"



    Jerry was all smiles. Having heard Daryl's return, he greeted the hunter a genuine wamrth that lit up his face. "Hola mi guapo amente!"

    Hello, my handsome lover!

    He made room and stayed close as Daryl slid up next to him. It was like everything had happened and nothing had happened. There was no change to the easy casualness of their contact and communication, yet there was this whole new feeling overlaying it all. He'd always loved when Daryl was near, embarrassingly so, at least in his own estimation; though Daryl never seemed to have noticed the pining Jerry had for his new friend.

    As Jerry thought about it more throughout the day, he realized he must have missed something too. The kind of passion they had shared hadn't come from nowhere, and Jerry felt awed by the notion of it. They had wanted each other in the same way just as desperately. For Jerry, that was a sign that it was truly meaningful and that he and Daryl could have something strong and long lasting. When Daryl opened the bandanna in front of him and his eyes fell on the beautiful plump berries, his smile softened, all he could feel was a warmth in his heart and a flutter in his stomach.

    He took one and popped it in his mouth, savoring its natural sweetness with slow deliberation. Then he took another, but fed it to Daryl, "Eres el más dulce de todos los dones de Dios ..."
    You are the sweetest of all of God's gifts...

    He leaned in to gently kiss Daryl's left cheek, then his right, then he smiled with a touch of shyness. "Gracias..." he whispered as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to Daryl's lips.
     
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  6. Sayd

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    Travis looked up from what he was doing when Merle came out onto the balcony, smiling when he took a seat next to him. He set things aside, having gotten used to their usual quality time before bed. It took a couple seconds for it to process what Merle was asking. It had come out of nowhere but it seemed like it was an honest question that he was curious about.

    “Uh, you’re asking me if homosexuality is genetic? No definitive genes were identified that I know of, but there were studies on it, and who knows what they might have found had they been able to keep going with it. Why, darling, are you asking?” Travis responded, trying not to smile at the notion that Merle might be coming to terms with the notion he could be a little bit gay. Travis got up from where he was sitting, making himself comfortable in Merle’s lap. He wrapped both arms around the man’s shoulders, enjoying the proximity of his ‘straight’ redneck.

    “You trying to identify connections within your family to determine if it’s a possibility?” Travis had raised a brow. He wasn’t aware of the conversation he’d just had with his brother.





    Daryl didn’t know what Jericho was saying but he liked the way it sounded. And the smile on his face when he said it. Everything about the man just seemed pure and raw, a quality that amazed him in Jericho’s capacity to share his whole self when he wanted. Daryl watched as he enjoyed the fruit, then tasted for himself as Jerry fed one to him. This, Daryl realized, was living. Survival would have been eating them alone and he was certain then that they wouldn’t have tasted half as sweet.

    Daryl slid the bandanna out of the way, reaching for Jericho to bring him in closer. Easily distracted when his real craving for a good portion of the day had been the man that awaited him. A man Daryl had very nearly walked away from in his own fear of intimacy. He felt foolish now for having even considered it.

    More shared kisses. He wrapped an arm around Jericho’s waist, retrieving the treat and sliding the book back over as well to thumb through pages. He was getting much quicker with it, even knowing some words Jerry had taught him without it.

    Mi hermano sabe de nosotros. I told him.” A pause, looking again for more words; the right words.

    My brother knows bout us.

    Le dije a Merle pensé que iba a haber un nosotros.”

    I told Merle I thought there was going to be an us.
     
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  7. Roth

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    Merle chuckled with a small smile. "Listen to all them big words and questions; you must think I got some kind of I.Q. or somethin'."

    He grunted and resituated as Travis came to sit on his lap and draped his arms loosely around his waist as he got comfortable then.

    "No. Well, maybe. Not sure," he stated as he rested his head back against the chair to look up a Travis. "S'just Daryl and I was talkin' tonight, and some yesterday, but tonight he told me somethin' I never knew. Guess maybe he he didn't feel right about it 'til now."

    He paused, partially because he needed to gather words and thoughts and partially because he wanted a smoke. After both had been achieved with Travis' help he continued, "All my life with Daryl I never seen him get with a girl. He's a good lookin' kid, really right in the head, loyal as they come so it ain't like he's got no thing that makes him undesirable. I used to always try to hook 'im up because there was always a surplus of ladies of the ready and willing around me," he gave Travis a smug wink. "but he never took the score."

    There was another pause as he considered that he was breaking confidence. He looked at Travis again, the serious look. "This has to stay between you and me. Daryl told me tonight that that's totally changed...Last night he and Churro got together...ran the whole field to the goal post and did the victory dance. Said he's just been goin' wothout all his life 'cuz of who we are and how we come up. Makes sense enough, but somethin' 'bout little Jerry put him over and they couldn't keep themselves off each other."

    Merle was smirking again, that bit of pride showing through. "Just don't know what it all means, is all. Kinda crazy to try and process all that...along with every thing else, is all."


    Jericho slid easily into the sweet affections and closeness the moment offered them, draping himself around Daryl as though they'd simply been together for years. He found himself unable to keep his hands or lips to himself as Daryl thumbed quickly through the book. The relief was that he didn't have to keep to himself any longer and he felt free to express his feelings for the man he now considered to be with him.

    Daryl's words reaffirmed this and and the smile he'd worn since Daryl returned somehow managed to up itself a notch to sheer joy and he hugged Daryl tight. He suddenly had a lot to say, but still did so slowly, wanting Daryl to catch every word and understand fully what he wanted him to know. "Sí, hay un nosotros ... quiero eso mucho. Te quiero, Daryl. Sé que eres el adecuado para mí y yo soy el adecuado para ti. Tal vez eso parezca mucho para lo que parece poco tiempo, pero así es como funciona el amor, ¿sí? Sabes cuando está bien. This, Darrryl, is good, yes."

    Yes, there is an us...I want that very much. I want you, Daryl. I know you are the right one for me and I am the right one for you. Maybe that seems like a lot to say for what seems a short time, but that's how love works, yes? You know when it's right.

     
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    Travis was listening to Merle, trying to figure out what he might be getting at. Something Daryl hadn’t felt right about until now. That, and taking context from the conversation prior had him guessing. Had Daryl maybe thought their father had been gay? Merle wasn’t saying anything more until he’d mulled it over with a cigarette, so Travis helped him to light one so he could continue.

    “Mmmhm,” Travis responded to the surplus ladies comment, urging him on with a smirk before he could get too full of himself.

    Whatever Travis had been expecting, that wasn’t it. The Jericho part especially. Merle was leading up to his brother, that one he saw coming with what all he’d been saying. Still a surprise, but not so much considering the type of person he knew Merle to be, and then being able to guess at some of the ways they’d been raised. He felt for them, being raised under such strict, masculine expectations and what he wouldn’t categorize as anything other than abuse. It was no wonder Daryl had repressed it for his entire life.

    “You know that I value privacy. You don’t have to worry about this getting around until they’ve made that decision.” With Merle, things had been a little more complicated because of Travis’ prior involvement and obligation there, but he’d still tried to say as little as possible.

    With this new knowledge, Merle now probably couldn’t help but consider the implications.

    “You think your brother would have ever said anything?” Travis wondered. “I had no idea about Jericho and I’m certain no one else did either.” He wrapped his arms tighter around Merle, laying his head beneath the man’s chin, switching from flirty to something more meaningful with the seriousness of the conversation.

    “It must have been terrible for him, having to hide something like that for so long. I can’t even begin to imagine the sort of expectations that the both of you grew up with.” He was a spoiled brat in comparison, not without issues entirely, but still rather free to do as he pleased.





    Daryl didn’t know all that much about love but he did know he and Jericho felt right. Natural. Just how it was going to be now. He knew he cared for him deeply and that Jerry felt the same way even if a lot of it went unsaid. For them, most of the time it just wasn’t necessary but this was more for the benefit of wanting the other person to hear it. A confirmation of what they likely already knew. Daryl had never wanted anyone like he’d wanted Jericho and with the feeling being mutual they would nurture the newfound closeness.

    “Tell me how you ended up here,” Daryl requested. He had bits and pieces but not the story personal to Jericho. That was where they’d been the night prior before they’d gotten distracted. He found and tacked on the words in Spanish. “Cómo terminaste aquí? From Mexico?” He’d had a life most people would envy, albeit one he obviously wasn’t suited to, but it sounded like he’d found his niche even with that. Mexico was a good distance as well, and from what Jerry had told him and his run-in with ICE agents he gathered it had been before the outbreak.

    “What made you leave Mexico? And you said when you did they almost caught you before? ICE. Casi atrapado?

    Referenced post #521 and #575
     
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  9. Roth

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    "I had no inkling 'bout Churro either, just thought he was kind of a lost pup followin' the only other quiet guy in the bunch around. Seems like Waylon was right though, he has been keeping secrets from us...like the fact that he's apparently a one hell of a hot little piece in the sheets. Least that's what Daryl said in so many words. Guess maybe that's what happens when you can't so much as talk a sentence between ya; ya work it out in other ways, hahaaa," he cracked a lascivious grin to accompany a mock grinding against Travis where he sat.

    After a few moments he settled back into the conversation again. "I dunno, I think maybe he kinda was tryin' to when he was letting me know he was ok for me doin' what I'm doin'. I didn't expect that, not so easily, not without some kind of words about it. More than just the words he had to say about you, that is. He's pretty over that now by the way if you were wonderin'."

    He snorted. "Shit...Ain't no way to describe Will Dixon. He was a special kind of asshole. Ain't no one mournin' that son of a bitch."


    "Si. Si. casi atrapado..." Jerry restated and settled in close to share the blueberries between them as he spoke and Daryl translated. Sometimes they had to rework the sentences a couple times for Jerry to get his meanings across because the books offerings didn't necessarily include all the vocabulary needed to explain his circumstances. His recounting took several hours because there was nothing he was going to hide from Daryl and he wanted him to know his story. They were together, and he knew they always would be now, and after living a life so full of secrets, he wanted to be able to tell the one he loved everything.

    "Les dije antes cómo nací en la familia, pero no era pura sangre como lo habrían considerado. Mi madre era una prostituta en la ciudad de México y mi padre era el primo del líder. La relación era lo suficientemente cercana para Gané su favor por sí mismo, pero desde que era un bastardo tenía menos estatus. Era tenue desde el principio y no ayudó a mi causa que no pude realizar el trabajo más difícil. Más tarde, demostré mi valía con mis estudios. Y la inteligencia, pero un poco de daño ya estaba hecho.

    Fueron duros conmigo. Dije que me dieron una esposa. En el exterior, era para parecer un regalo. Hay muchas mujeres en México que desean tener tal estatus, aunque aquí en los Estados Unidos eso suena absurdo. Pero muchas mujeres en México quieren esta gran vida para ellas, sus hijos y sus familias. Al principio, ella estaba muy feliz, pero ahora sabes que no habría sido la mejor vida romántica para ella. Después de que nacieron nuestros hijos, nuestra vida juntos fue solo un espectáculo y a ella le molestó eso y se volvió más fácil para ella querer ser la espía en mi casa. Con mucho gusto le informó a mi padre todas las cosas que hice y sé que ella estaba monitoreando todas mis interacciones. Fue muy estresante, pero así era la vida que iba a ser para mí. Siempre había ojos en mí. Hice mi trabajo fielmente, pero mi esposa no tenía todo lo que quería y creo que me hizo quedar mal a veces, a pesar de que no era el hombre masculino que quería para ella y para compararlo con orgullo con sus amigas.

    "Un hombre, Neron, un soldado de La Familia era un guardia de una de mis granjas y trabajó estrechamente para protegerme. Nos hicimos amigos íntimos y él sabía de mis problemas solo por ver. Creo que él también sabía mis cosas más secretas y simpático, y tal vez un poco romántico para mí, pero no físico. Me dijo que había un fuerte rumor de que mi esposa quería convencer a La Familia de que su hermano sería mejor para mi posición que yo. Era un hombre más fuerte, y ella había ayudado a la familia durante muchos años y ellos confiaban en ella.

    Mi padre comenzó a venir más a menudo, luego comenzó a revisar todos mis libros y producción. Todo fue en su mayoría bueno, nada fuera de lo común, pero luego recibimos un golpe del gobierno y perdimos una ubicación. No tuvo nada que ver conmigo ni con mi rendimiento, pero la decepción se me hizo sentir. Neron me dijo que tenía que preocuparme porque algo malo pasaría. Mi esposa había hecho un camino para que su hermano tomara mi lugar y había convencido a los líderes de que tenía que ser reemplazado. Por supuesto, en mi negocio, ser despedido significa algo muy diferente a perder un trabajo. Yo habría perdido mi vida.

    Neron me convenció de que necesitaba irme antes de que eso sucediera y él también quería irse. Hicimos el plan juntos. No podríamos tener ninguna ayuda externa porque hay ojos en todas partes, incluso en los Estados Unidos, y cuando se trata de deslealtad, todos los demás cárteles también nos estarían buscando. El negocio de todos está involucrado cuando alguien corre o trata de ir a las autoridades. No podría considerar llevarme a mis hijos, estarían a salvo con La Familia, pero al estar en el camino estarían en peligro, y si nos atrapaban, serían ejecutados junto conmigo. Es justo el camino de la familia.

    Nos llevó tres meses llegar de Michoacán a la frontera. Tuvimos que permanecer fuera de la vista, robar de los campos para comer y viajar mayormente de noche. Incluso los pueblos pequeños serían peligrosos, porque los cárteles están en todas partes y la recompensa para mí fue alta. Nadie podría culpar a un hombre pobre por entregarme para obtener la recompensa y no arriesgaría a nadie que tratara de ayudarme. No sé cómo nos encontró ICE, pero los Estados Unidos ahora tienen tanto dinero y tanta tecnología junto con sus lunares y espías que probablemente fue una tontería para mí pensar que podría pasar desapercibida. Entonces tuvimos el ICE frente a nosotros y la Familia detrás de nosotros, y Neron decidió presentarse ante ICE para que tal vez tuviéramos la oportunidad de ser salvos el tiempo suficiente para ofrecer ayuda a su gobierno a cambio de nuestras vidas. Pero ICE no siguió sus restricciones, golpearon y torturaron a Neron para intentar obtener información. No pude entender mucho de nada de eso porque solo hablaban inglés y mal español.

    Todavía estaba oculta, y ellos no sabían que estaba tan cerca, pero sé que me estaban buscando. Se les había avisado de alguna manera que yo había huido de La Familia. Estoy seguro de que ellos también querían golpearme y torturarme para que pudieran obtener información sobre los líderes. No sé si hubiera hecho eso, pero no tuve la oportunidad de pensar en ello por mucho tiempo. La Familia nos alcanzó y de repente hubo una lucha de incendios entre La Familia y ICE. La Familia ejecutó a Neron con una bala en la cabeza, por lo que nunca podría hablar de negocios y mataron a dos agentes de ICE antes de retirarse. En el caos, me deslicé más allá de la frontera hacia Arizona y desaparecí en las caravanas de migrantes. Fue tres años después cuando todos se enfermaron ..."

    "I told you before how I was born into the family, but I was not full blood as they would have considered it. My mother was a prostitute in Mexico city and my father was the cousin to the leader. The relationship was close enough to earn him favor for himself, but since I was a bastard I had less status. It was tenuous from the start and it didn't help my cause that I was not able to perform the harder work. Later I proved my worth with my studies and intelligence, but some damage was already done.


    They were hard on me. I said they gave me a wife. On the outside, it was to look like a gift. There are many women in Mexico who desire to have such a status, even though here in the United States that sounds absurd. But many women in Mexico want this high life for themselves and their children and families. She was of course very happy at first, but you know now how it would not have been the best romantic life for her. After our chuldren were born, our life together was just a show and she resented that and it became easier for her to want to be the spy in my house. She gladly reported back to my father all the things I did and I know she was monitoring all my interactions. It was very stressful, but it was just how life was going to be for me. There were always eyes on me. I did my work faithfully, but my wife didn't have everything she wanted and I think she made me look bad sometimes out of spite that I was not the masculine man she wanted for herself and to compare proudly with her girlfriends.


    "A man, Neron, a soldier of The Family was a guard for one of my farms and worked closely to protect me. We became close friends and he knew my troubles from just watching. I think he knew my most secret things too and was sympathetic, and perhaps a bit romantic to me, but not physical. He told me there was a strong rumor that my wife wanted to convince The Family that her brother would be better for my position than I was. He was a stronger man, and she had helped The Family for many years now and they trusted her.


    My father started to come around more often then, started checking all my books and production. It was all mostly good, nothing out of the ordinary, but then we got a hit from the government and lost a location. It had nothing to do with me or my performance, but the disappointment was put on me. Neron told me I needed to worry because something bad would happen. My wife had made a path for her brother to take my place and had convinced the leaders that I had to be replaced. Of course, in my business, getting fired means something very different than losing a job. I would have lost my life.


    Neron convinced me I needed to leave before that happened and he wanted to leave too. We made the plan together. We couldn't have any outside help because there are eyes everywhere, even in the United States, and when it comes to disloyalty, all other cartels would be looking for us too. Everyone's business is involved when someone runs or tries to go to the authorities. I couldn't consider taking my children, they would be safe with The Family, but being on the road they would be in danger, and if we were caught, they would be executed along with me. It is just the way of The Family.

    It took us three months to get from Michoacan to the border. We had to stay out of sight, steal from fields to eat, and travel mostly by night. Even the small villages would be dangerous, because the cartels are everywhere and the reward for me was high. No one could blame a poor man for turning me in to get the reward and I would risk no one who might try to help me. I do not know how ICE found us, but the United States now has so much money and so much technology along with their moles and spies that it was probably foolish for me to think I could go undetected. So we had the ICE in front of us, and the Family behind us, and Neron decided to present himself to ICE so that maybe we would have a chance to be saved for long enough to offer help to your government in exchange for our lives. But ICE did not follow their restrictions, they beat and tortured Neron to try and get information. I couldn’t understand much of any of it because they only spoke English and poor Spanish.


    I was still hidden, and they did not know I was so close, but I know they were looking for me. They had been alerted somehow that I had fled The Family. I’m sure they wanted to beat and torture me too so they could get information on the leaders. I don’t know if I would have done that, but I didn’t have the chance to think about it long. The Family caught up to us and there was suddenly a fire fight between The Family and ICE. The Family executed Neron with a bullet to the head, so he would never be able to talk about business and they killed two ICE agents before retreating. In the chaos, I slipped past the border into Arizona and disappeared into the migrant caravans. It was three years after that when everyone became sick….."

    When he finished, he leaned in to press a loving kiss to Daryl's lips then wrapped his arms securely around him. It had been a long story and a struggle to tell logistically and emotionally. It was a lot for Daryl to take in and a lot for Jericho to offer. He felt drained, but relieved to have done it. "I am sorry, Darryl. Please fortune...er, no. Please forgive."






     
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    “Well good for them. At least someone is having sex,” Travis said playfully, feeling Merle grind against him. Intent or no, it had been a frustrating few weeks given their limitations. “Speaking of, I’ve about had it with restrictions. What about you?” Merle didn’t need to answer. Travis was already shifting to straddle the man in the chair, and if he wasn’t feeling that frustration already he would make sure he was feeling it shortly.

    “He did take things well, I mean, I think he would have taken it better if it had been someone else or if things had started off differently between us.” He was toying with the collar of Merle’ shirt, thinking back, pleased that it sounded like Daryl had moved past it to some degree. At least he wasn’t nearly so murderous anymore. Travis was frowning. Merle had forgiven him much easier than his brother but he really wasn’t sure that he should have.

    “I wish that it had, you know? Started differently between us, I mean.” It was good now, and with the feelings involved, he couldn’t imagine doing Merle wrong like that again. Fighting was one thing. Taking things that far was another, even if Merle could really be a dick at times. He shifted back just slightly so he could look the man in the face. “It probably doesn’t mean much now, and I know I said I didn’t regret it. That probably wasn’t the right wording. I think I meant to say I didn’t regret that it happened, but the way it happened could have gone differently. What I’m trying to say is that I am sorry that it didn’t.” Travis thought it was going to be something he could ignore, that they’d just move past, but as they developed together it was something he needed to do for himself. So that they could keep developing together, Travis admitting his wrong and apologizing, something the man wasn’t very practiced at. They had gone forward with the right foot in the present but it still felt like something that needed proper addressing with where they were at now.

    “And maybe you’ve already moved on from it, maybe not, but it needed to be said at the very least. The more I’ve started to care about you the worse it was bothering me. Your brother was in the right for kicking my ass,” Travis said with a self-deprecating laugh.





    Daryl would listen and translate the words for as long as it took. He wanted to know everything about Jericho and he’d meant it. They both knew it was going to be difficult so they took their time, neither getting frustrated with the other for their lack of understanding. Daryl asked questions along the way and for clarification when he was confused about something. Not only was it a language he didn’t understand, but an area he didn’t have a whole lot of knowledge in regards to the inner workings. He had questions about the culture of Mexico, realizing there were some similarities between the way he was raised and ideas of masculinity.

    “My father ain’t ever done anything like force a wife on us but being anything short of a man… masculino.. wasn’t acceptable. I was the more sensitive one, a little softer than Merle. Uh...” A pause, trying to think of the right word in spanish. “delicado? Think maybe because of it my father overlooked some things, took it easier on me. Maybe he just got tired of tryin’ to whoop my ass into shape. Still had to learn one way or another. Easier to toughen up, grow a thicker skin, like Merle.” Stakes were not as high but he at least knew what it had been like trying to uphold southern American standards of masculinity.

    “Trailer trash got their own set of rules. Feelins..” A pause, “Sentimientos. Better left unacknowledged. And this, what we have, was not somethin’ I could have even thought about anymore than you would have been free to think about it. Ain’t never tried to leave it though. Never left the state, much less the country.” And it was no wonder Jericho had panicked when it came to Waylon after all that he’d been through, living a life with very few on his side. Different now. Jericho had people and Daryl knew he’d do anything it took to keep the man he cared about safe. He tried to convey that through the kiss they shared, running his hand down Jericho’s back.

    “Nothin’ to forgive. You done what you had to do,” Daryl reassured, something he also understood. “Nada que perdonar. I’m proud to have you by my side.” Relieved he’d gotten through all of it so that they had the opportunity.
     
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    After the jokes and jabs at the expense of others, Merle settled back. listening, hearing out what Travis' change in tone was all about. There was a sincerity to his apology and his admission to caring. It hit Merle because it wasn't really something either one of them had gone vocal about. It had be just fine to not really acknowledge anything like that with their living arrangements. They'd let necessity roll over into the status quo with neither one of them making any suggestion to change it. Merle supposed if Travis did make that comfy nest above the garage, he'd be moving his own stuff in right behind him. As it stood, he'd grown used to their closeness and probably wouldn't sleep well without it, just like he'd never slept well without Daryl near.

    "Travis Wagner, are you apologizin' for whoopin' my ass then ownin' it?" he made a mock expression of shock. "You sure you ain't some imposter doin' a shit job of impersonatin' my honey? Guess it don't matter s'long as ya keep up with this...." he shifted to accommodate Travis' change in position; or maybe it was just to bring him closer so he could feel the effect he had on Merle. Getting a little uncomfortable in his jeans now, Merle pressed his hardness against Travis. "Never apologize for what you do when ya do it with all your heart. You know I was askin' for it. Bein' a real special kind of asshole." Merle's words and philosophies never struck him as being anything other than ideas he'd come up with on his own and he never noticed when they betrayed his history of abuse.

    "So you're thinkin' we should buck the rules a little, huh? Thinkin' maybe ya can't hold out any longer, eh? Well, maybe we should turn in a little early, yeah?" His eyes roamed from Travis' face down the length of his body. Already the idea alone of it had him fired up and what little they had been able to get away with so far had rapidly become not enough. "Had a whole bed to ourselves for over a month and still ain't made no real use of it...seems a shame..."



    Though seemingly worlds and cultures apart, Jericho found more similarities between him and Daryl than differences. Both of them were soulful individuals who had been born into circumstances that forced them into hiding. So many years it seemed were wasted, but then again, it was all those years that led them to the moments they were having together. When Daryl held him close, hand securely on his back, he felt like he'd found the kind of safe haven he had always yearned for. "These have been many hard times for us each two, but this is okay for us for it is being together for us now."

    He sat there for a long moment simply to enjoy the feeling and the closeness, then moved gently, slowly slipping from Daryl's arm to stretch over to his pile of things and go through it. Last time it had been in passionate haste, this time he picked carefully through it, his mind on something specific. A smile lit his face when he found it and he slip back to Daryl's embrace with hand closed around the object. With his other hand he pulled the book back over Daryl's lap and pointed to it as he began to speak.

    "Esto era solo una cosa que usaba antes cuando estaba casada. No tenía ningún significado para mí y no había amor detrás de eso. Me gustaría dártelo ahora con todo mi corazón en ello. Significaría algo entonces, porque significas todo para mí. Quiero que puedas verlo siempre, y saber cómo me siento. Quiero que nuestros amigos también lo vean, y que sepan lo mucho que significan para mí."

    This was just a thing that I wore before when I was married. It had no meaning to me and there was no love behind it. But it is beautiful, and I would like to give it to you now with all my heart in it. It would mean something then, because you mean everything to me. I want you to be able to see it always, and know how I feel. I want our friends to see it too, and know how much you mean to me.

    He took a elegantly sophisticated man's ring from a fancy velvet bag with a braided silver drawstring and held it up for Daryl to see then reached to take his hand. Daryl's hands were bigger than his own, stronger from a lifetime of bow hunting, and so the ring would fit most comfortably on his little finger. Jerry looked back up to Daryl, a nervous pause before he spoke and a hard swallow as he thought hard for the English words, "I am proud to you too. And very much happy, Darrryl. I want this for all to see. You would have this so all will know it is Darrryl with Jericho, si?"

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    Travis could see the way Merle wanted to look at things, easily painting it as no big deal. Deserved, something he’d earned based on his actions when really there was no such justification that would make what Travis did alright. That didn’t sit well with him and he needed to address his own guilt for wronging the man he had come to care about. It was something that had taken an effort to bring back up and with the subject open he wanted to at least finalize it, for the both of them even if Merle didn’t care.

    “That is just not how things are done. That’s not the foundation I want our relationship to be set on. You and I can be much better than all of that. I’m not saying that we have to be tame. I like a little rough and rowdy when you aren’t in some state of recovery. Know you like it too. All I’m saying now is it was disrespectful and undeserved. It’s done and I can’t go back but I needed to say it, at least so that you’d understand I’m going forward with a higher standard in mind.” Respect was a tricky thing in relationships, easily ruined and hard to gain back. This felt like something that needed to be done so they could put the subject to rest.

    “Could have owned it more thoroughly with just a little more patience,” Travis leaned it to say, smiling flirtatiously. “I mean, it’s obvious I’m capable of patience sharing a bed with a man such as yourself without going back on the restrictions much sooner. I think we’ve waited long enough.” Merle was out and about, fishing, running to the station and being much more active. He didn’t think sex was entirely out of the question. “Provided we keep the foreplay more relaxed than usual. At least for now.”

    Travis didn’t get up to rush to the bed in haste, rocking down against Merle instead. Keeping him there as he played with their frustrations, letting the intensity increase gradually as it started to bubble over. Travis’ kisses were demanding, letting loose something that they’d had to curb for too long. When it was paramount that they get out of their clothing he slid off Merle and tugged him up with a hand fisted in his shirt, leading him back to tumble into the bed.






    Daryl agreed with Jericho. Whatever they’d been through had made them strong now. It was likely how they’d been able to survive when the world turned back in on itself. It brought them to each other now, combining those strengths to make something the world was lacking. They settled with one another, just enjoying the silence of a long bout of talking when Jerry reached over him, looking for something while bringing the book back over, an indicator that he had something worthwhile to say. Daryl translated the words, happy that Jericho didn’t second guess anything. He liked that what they had was so honest and undiluted.

    Daryl looked at the ring. It was fancy looking but that wouldn’t have mattered to him one bit. What did matter was that they were bringing warmth into an object that was previously cold. He tipped his head, a soft smiling pulling at the corners of his mouth to indicate he understood and for Jericho to continue.

    “Yeah, I would have it so people know.” He’d already told Merle, residual worry only natural with how they’d been raised. With that out of the way he didn’t care to hide; knew it would only be insulting to what they were to one another to even try. Doubts didn’t have so much of a place anymore, finally free of the things that held them back. Daryl was relishing that new found freedom and exploration, leaning in to have a taste. Their bodies didn’t act unfamiliar and there were no such hesitations as the day prior. There was that same heat and passion, only amplified with feelings out in the open.
     
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    Travis moved the apology along quick enough to stave off Merle getting ruffled about it. He wouldn't have been able to explain why it irked him, but moving on to his dick afforded the needed distraction to diffuse his mood from shifting.

    He chuckled, "Shit. Couldn't own nothin' if I didn't let ya," he teased back despite the fact that the comment was in direct opposition of the topic they had just been talking about, but that was just how Merle worked sometimes. His words were lost as he quickly became lost in the kisses, surprised even after a month's time that he could so easily fired up by them. Iy was a moment when he desperately wanted hands and could almost them as though they were there, ready to fist into Travis' hair and hold him fast for deep, hot gruff kisses.

    He chuckled again when Travis pulled him up by the shirt, further turned on by spontaneous rebel act of ignoring the doc's orders. Travis was right, there didn't seem to be any real reason to not get a little action if he was already handling other things just fine.

    "Right. Right. We'll keep it gentle. I'll just head butt ya...Look, Doc, no hands!" Merle chuckled as he fell back on to the bed with Travis following behind. He met the blond with open arms, tugging him back into kissing range. "You realize this is only like the third time? Second time I agreed. First time for feelin' a wantin' for it... Kinda weird isn't it? Like been shacked up in this room together for a month and ain't broke in this bed once yet."
     
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    “Mm, we’ll see when you aren’t all broken,” Travis promised, following Merle down into the bed. A challenge for the future and some incentive for him to keep on the path to wellness. Like usual, they were talkative even between deep, possessive kisses.

    “I’m quite aware, yes. A shame that we had to pause things when it was really just starting to get good. I was trying to keep strong for your sake, but admittedly it’s been hell. Impossible hearing you tell me you want it.” Other activities were a temporary fix but it was like having a taste of something amazing and then being made to wait. Clothing was tugged and pulled away in haste. Any talk of practice removing clothing with the claw was tossed out the window because neither wanted to wait anymore. Even their ‘tame’ as still hot and heavy, part of the reason they’d waited as long as they did. Both seemed to have trouble reining in their enthusiasm and they only incited one another.

    Travis accidentally pulled the entire drawer out of the bedside dresser looking for hand cream or lube or something that would work as such. It had been so long he’d nearly forgotten where he’d hidden it away. He laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as loud as it did to them, biting playfully at Merle’s jaw. A hand slip between them, slicking himself and Merle, guiding himself slowly at first because it had been a while. He clung to Merle, fingers digging into his skin, nostrils flaring as the kisses turned heady. They hadn’t had sex enough times for Travis to rely on a certain pattern so he was attentive, unsure if it would only get better or if it would cap for Merle at some point. He waited for encouragement before allowing that enthusiasm to guide his thrusts.

    My god, Merle. s’better than I remember.”
     
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    There was a relief for Jericho when Daryl accepted the ring and the relief quickly turned to joy as he slid it onto the little finger of his left hand. He admired it for a moment, finding an undefinable kind of beauty in the way the elegant ring sat against Daryl’s rugged skin. A diamond in the rough; it was an old saying that seemed to fit very well in that circumstance. He closed the distance as Daryl leaned forward and met him in a kiss, easier than the night before. No worries, no awkwardness, no fear of rejection.


    “¿Cómo me haces estas cosas, Darry? ¿Cómo me haces como jalea tan fácilmente?” He whispered against his lover’s lips as each kissed brought more earnest want.


    How do you do these things to me, Darryl? How do you make me like jelly so easily?

    He breathed against Daryl’s ear as he smoothed his hands over his shoulders and back, pushing the fabric of his shirt away. He caressed bare skin, warm and inviting, that ignited his desire in an instant. Each moment brought a new yearning and he couldn’t quite decide where he wanted to go next, but it didn’t matter, they had all night and so many days to come. He could go slow, enjoy every inch, bask in each sensation as it ebbed and flowed.
     
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    Daryl was certain their nights together would never get old. Sleep was sacrificed to nurture the fresh intimacy they shared, the surface barely scratched as they continued to learn about one another’s bodies and their own. Only when they were both sated did they find rest, tangled together until the sun started to rise, something they would likely be eager to repeat the next day. There wasn’t the option of a lazy morning. Carol wanted him so Daryl kissed Jericho’s face to signal his departure before getting dressed and heading out.

    The exchange with Carol was brief. Daryl knew she could tell something was different, perceptive as she was, but he urged her to go get some sleep. They would talk later. Kacey joined him once she was up since he was around, hanging at the farm. She told him Merle had plans to go back out to the station, starting to integrate himself back into work. There was some straggler cleanup on the outskirts of the farm and so he took the opportunity to get Kacey some more shooting practice. They’d found a handgun suitable for her smaller hands but had her shoot with weapons of all kinds. Even Daryl’s crossbow, wanting her to get used to everything if there was ever a time she needed to make use of something quick. Daryl kept a close eye on the fields Jericho was working in with Cat, thinking in the future he needed to talk him into arming himself better. Something more than just the shovel. With his background, he didn’t doubt he knew his way around a gun.



    Travis did not want to get up that next morning, cozy and snug against Merle, satisfied after a long bout of pent-up frustration. There was chatter about the man's plans for the day, Travis helping him back into his prosthetic, using the salve, and then into clean clothing. Talk of Waylon’s request that had him both pissed off, disbelieving, and amused. After getting his hands on the rifle, Travis had never returned it. It was instead propped up beside the door frame to the balcony in his and Merle’s shared bedroom, unused as of yet because there had been no serious threat.

    “Try not to get into a fight,” Travis requested, jerking Merle towards him by his belt for some good morning attention before they both had to be off. "If you do you'll get it worse from me when you get home, that I assure you."

    Colten was already in the garage, packing up things to take with them. More provisions, some of the fresh meat from Daryl's kill the day prior, and anything Griffin had cooking up for breakfast. Little things that made the gas station more livable, not that Waylon seemed to care because he was a stubborn old goat, but for Mamba's sake.
     
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    Jericho was up and out to the fields on the heels of Daryl. It was going to be a busy day for him and Cat. They would be digging furrows to plant summer corn and starting on irrigation ditches to feed water to crops when rainfall was low. Cat had brought up the idea of rain barrels, as well, and they set aside the drums left over from the grain that had spoiled to see about what kind of system could be developed from them. They ultimately would need Travis' help to devise the most efficient design for the work, but knew he'd be more than willing to help if they could lay out the information for what they wanted to achieve.


    Merle moved through the morning with everything as status quo, though inside he struggled with what should have been a memory of an amazing night in the sheets, on the floor, over the chair. Yeah, maybe they had been a little more pent up than even they realized, and when Merle played the scenes back in his mind, it was hard to digest. Oh yeah, he'd let loose, enjoyed the best time he could remember ever having when it came to sex; but that was exactly what was bothering him. Daryl's experience made sense, he had a hot piece and he took it. That wasn't what was happening with him and Travis; with him and Travis, he was the hot piece. The bottom. The catcher. The woman. It was pricking part of himself he didn't necessarily want to acknowledge, but the slow burn of old philosophies still niggled at his insides.

    "I won't. I won't," Merle answered with deep waters moving slowly behind the scenes. "If anything gets out of hand, I don't think I got enough patience for the man left to not just kick his ass off the roof."

    He joined Colten out at the Jeep giving all a wave as they headed out for the station.

     
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    Waylon stewed over Merle’s refusal the day before, but he did so quietly. Admittedly his approach hadn’t been the best but the man wasn’t known for his filter. He just wanted what was his returned to him though it seemed unlikely at that point. Of course, letting it go and accepting that wasn’t exactly Waylon’s style either. When they showed up with a fresh breakfast in tow that improved his mood a little, but not really enough. Merle seemed a little off. Maybe he was just pissy from the ask the day before but Waylon was just irritable enough to make something of it. Colten went off to make himself scarce, busying himself with the truck they were in the process of fixing. He could tell the kind of mood Waylon was in, trying to goad someone into a fight and he didn’t want to be a part of it.

    “I take it that Blondie of yours still isn’t over things because I don’t see you carrying in what’s mine. Just like it doesn’t seem like you’re over it either.” Waylon started. “How was I supposed to know you were putting it to him? And were gonna be so god damned sensitive about it. I didn’t shoot your piece of ass so it’s about time we moved past it and did what was best in seeing both locations protected. Even if I had, god knows they aren’t in short supply around here.”
     
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    Merle's goals for the day were clear. He was going to verbally walk Colten and Mamba through the process of pulling and tearing down the truck's transmission. He reckoned it was going to take a good part of the day considering it was a tricky job when he could have both hands on it and Daryl's help. Now he'd be guiding from afar, but it was a really useful skill for his two apprentices to work on. It was one thing to find whatever vehicle worked and use it, and another thing to be able to pick the vehicle you wanted and fix it.

    "Not today, Waylon. Ain't in the mood for your shit. If you're tellin' me you ain't the shot you claim to be, which has been up for debate since the hog incident, then I'll have Carol get someone else out here and you can be on ...well, hell, ya couldn't be on anything then, could ya, 'cause ya wore out your welcome everywhere else. Don't start wearin' it out with me, because trust me, you don't want to find out what's at the end of my rope. One more word about 'my piece of ass' and next time I come out here, it's to gut ya. Ain't in no god damned mood for bullshit today."

    He wasn't. The morning started off kilter and the cravings were kicking in a little worse every day. Dealing with the little things was getting harder and if it wasn't just relaxation with Travis or Daryl, he was starting to get raw around the edges. For the most part he contained his agitation well, but Waylon was just poking around for trouble and Merle just felt it best to warn him.
     
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    “You’re not in the mood for it?” Waylon laughed. “Well, soo-rry for inconveniencing you, sweetheart. Now, I think I’ve been plenty patient myself, been more than fair to you all considering someone took it upon themselves to pass out my guns. That one though, I want back. It don’t matter if I can’t shoot fish in a barrel with it. I was polite and I asked as a courtesy because we’re supposed to be working together now. And you got the nerve to insult me when I ain’t should have had to ask in the first god damned place! Don’t give a shit if you’re not in the mood. We gonna talk about it like men. This situation is bullshit. ”

    Merle’s reaction had only pissed Waylon off further, and now that he’d started something he wasn’t about to just let it go. They came and went in his space anyway they damn well pleased with no respect as far as he was concerned and he was getting tired of it.



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    Emiliano De León was typically a man who kept out of it. When he didn’t he got himself into trouble and the margin for error nowadays was much slimmer. The problem was trouble often found him, and along with it a few other poor souls as well. The screams drew him in when he should have known better but it didn’t sound like more than a couple of girls. A man’s voice after, possibly their father, trying to keep everyone calm and collected. Soulless, sin alma, all around. Closing in on what was probably just a normal family trying to scavenge what pickings were left. When they saw him they reached out, calling to him for help, and it gave him pause.

    “I cannot!” Emil told them, not really considering that every second he stalled the door was closing for him to get away clean. The man was shouting back to him, an older gentleman. It sounded like an address or a street corner. He couldn’t know for certain what he meant by it in the chaos because by then he’d had himself surrounded. His getaway attempt was messier than even his usual. He crashed his bike in the process and had to take off on foot, luckily only suffering road rash and nothing crippling. Luck was with him like usual, at least. Once safe, he had the time to consider what the man was trying to communicate to him. He knew he’d have to go back for his bike at some point anyway.. and quite possibly the man was trying to tell him a place he could seek help for them. Going and checking now would be two birds with one stone. If he couldn’t find help he’d have to wait days before taking the risk for his bike, and by then he knew those people would be dead.

    Emil was good with streets and he was fairly confident he was heading off to the right place. When he came to a fenced-off gas station and saw another living person he was even more certain he was where the man was trying to send him. He raised his hands when he approached, knowing full well how touchy people could be, and rightfully so. His weapon was visible in its holster but he’d give it up if that’s what it took for this woman to take him seriously. He knew time was of the essence.

    “Uh, Hey. Don’t shoot me. Please. You got other people, right?” Simple, to the point, trying to deliver the right words so he wouldn’t get himself shot walking up on a stranger. Strangers? He didn’t know. “Well, those people are in a bit of trouble. They told me to go get you.. I think? to help. I couldn’t do anything.. not by myself.” He knew he probably looked a mess, scraped across the pavement as he had been but he’d been in worse shape before.
     

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