[Just dropping in to say he misses ℘. ℜovia. The little shit that ran off into hiding.] Prick—

[Kicks the door shut and steps out of his boots before climbing in next to the smaller man.] Scoot. x.com/thehilltopninj…

➵ It.

Deans lucky Maggie got 'im before I could. . . Wouldn'ta ended it so quick.

➵

♡ ¦ Daryl Dixon.

[He's gonna try and be extra nice to his boyfriend the next few days— /try/.] PAUL! [Snippy; off to a good start.]

➵ ℘. ℜovia

➵ Good'a spot as any. . . [A rednecks gotta eat— plus it's been too quiet. He's bored.]

[Wait— is that a familiar voice? Cranks his head back to give a side glare.] Paul. . . x.com/thehilltopninj…

Gettin' our dinner ready. . . [Answers simply and flicks his wrist to send a chunk of bloody flesh flying from his knife.] x.com/thehilltopninj…

[Feeling Paul's arm around his torso, the bowmans body relaxed a bit.] Yeah, I'm good. . . Jus' might'a missed ya. . . x.com/thehilltopninj…

Why y'think I got this fancy with dinner— we're celebratin'. [Shows a hint of a smile as he teased] x.com/thehilltopninj…

Paul. [He gave the smaller man a small nudge, slugging him off and released a very quiet chuckle— Paul, we're in full few of p e o p l e.] x.com/thehilltopninj…

[The two being together wasn't a secret anymore but the archer still was iffy on public displays of it.] Wanna cook inside or on a fire? x.com/thehilltopninj…

[Why was Dixon surprised? Moving slower than his hyperactive boyfriend, the bowman slowly got to his feet and headed in.] C'mon then. x.com/thehilltopninj…

[The door was kicked shut behind them and once in the kitchen, Daryl laid what was left of the dead critter on the - x.com/thehilltopninj…

- counter.] I usually do this over a fire. . . How do you wanna cook it? x.com/thehilltopninj…

[Just flops on top of ℘. ℜovia. He sees a bed somewhere under that little thief and it's been a long night on watch.]

[Grumbles because that's what he does when he misses Paul.] Tyin' his ass to a goddamn tree next time I see that prick. . .