A/N: I rejuvenated my clover Sims 4 file and remade Jaxx, y'all look at how cute this shit is. Soak in the cute, because after it it'll just be hell, as the chapter name implies. Playlist song for this chapter is and I love her, specifically Kurt Cobain's version. This is definitely a song Daryl learned on guitar to play for Jaxx before the apocalypse.
Jaxx couldn't tell how they got from point A to point B so quickly, one moment they were leaving the town in the dead of night and the next they were pulling up to the farm baked in morning sunlight.
Getting off the chopper with help from Daryl, he watched Rick hug his family, Maggie embrace Glenn, and Herschel walk towards the farmhouse to prepare for surgery. "Daryl, you never answered me earlier. Was Dave with her?" Jaxx asked, Daryl only looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Who?" He asked, Jaxx thought for a moment. "Oh, wait that's right you hadn't met Dave before.. All this. He's Bee's boyfriend. And one of my good friends." Jaxx explained, noticing Rick glance over towards him.
"Rick what's up?" Jaxx asked, Rick stepped closer to the two to keep his voice down.
"I...I killed him, Jaxx. He and his pal drew their guns, I panicked." Rick admitted, Jaxx froze in shock. Usually Rick was a level headed man, a man who asked questions first and shot later. "Well if you hadn't panicked you would have known that Dave doesn't even know how to use a fuckin' gun!" Jaxx retorted, raising his voice.
Daryl squeezed Jaxx's hand to calm him, but it didn't work this time. "Rick, David was my friend. Sure he had a weird vibe to him, but he was harmless!!" He continued, Rick hung his head in guilt. Daryl once again squeezed Jaxx's hand and pulled him closer.
"I'm sorry, Jaxx. I really am. But your friend Bee is safe with us, Herschel is about to come fix her up-" Ricks response was cut short by T-Dog.
"Who the hells that?" He asked, pointing to the back seat where a blindfolded Bee sat. "Seriously guys, a blindfold?" Jaxx asked, Rick sighed. "Beatrice. An old friend of Jaxx and Daryl." Glenn responded, Shane glared bullets at the couple.
"Group meeting. Now. Without those two." Shane commanded, leading everyone inside the farm house. "Fuckin' big nosed prick." Jaxx spat, before heading towards the back of the car where Bee sat.
"Bee.." Jaxx said softly, Beatrice looked in his direction. "Jaxx? Holy shit you're alive too.. Take this off me it smelled funny." She responded, Jaxx let out a sad chuckle. "I can't right now, Bee... I guess the others don't trust you enough to let you know where you are." He answered, he couldn't see it but he knew she rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, like I'd ever go back to those assholes. Without Dave to cover this fuck up they'll probably kill me.. Kinda glad he's gone though, he'd whine so much it made me want to kill him myself." Bee's reply seemed.. Off. Something about it didn't sit right with Jaxx. Walking back to Daryl, Jaxx kept his eyes on his hands. "Daryl... Do you think our new world can change people for the worse?" Jaxx asked, glancing back at his friend in the back seat of the white van.
"Sure. Hell it made Jenner, Amy, Andrea, and Jacquie crazy enough to want to blow up." Daryl responded, Jaxx nodded. "It did.. And I think it made Bee... Something. I don't know what yet but the Bee I know wouldn't shrug off her boyfriends death like she just did." Jaxx looked back at Daryl, who was watching the group talk through the farm house window.
"They think we ain't gotta say in this since we know her... But this ain't our Beatrice." Daryl responded, tossing his gun in his motorcycles storage and heading inside the house. Jaxx reluctantly followed, and they were met with dead silence the moment they entered.
"I said without you." Shane said sternly.
"You also said group meeting. We're in the group, so we come to the meeting. 'Sides, ain't gonna waiver any decisions. Ain't our friend." Daryl snapped back, Glenn looked on in confusion.
"What he means is, we don't know what's happened to her but she's definitely not who she was before... We don't trust her." Jaxx added.
"What do you mean by that?" Rick asked, Jaxx and Daryl pulled up a seat at the dining room table in between Carol and T-Dog.
"I mean, before things went to hell Beatrice was the most sensitive girl I'd ever met. She worked in the morgue because she was empathetic and caring, and before all this Dave was the sworn love of her life! Now she's.. Cold. She said the only reason she's upset about what you did is because now she has no fall back when she returns to her group. That's not our Beatrice..." Jaxx admitted, his heart felt a thick cloud of sadness.
"Wait, when she returns back to her group? Oh hell no, Rick that chicks gotta go" T-Dog intervened, getting a few "yeah"'s in agreement. "And she is, we'll let her leg heal and take her back into town, drop her there, she'll never be seen again." Rick replied, Jaxx shook his head.
"There's no way. Bee knows Senoia like the back of her hand she'd find the farm eventually." He replied, Rick scratched his head in thought.
"Then we'll drive her out of Senoia, give her a bag of food." Ricks plan only made Shane rise from his seat in anger.
"Great, just great, send her on her merry way with a fucking care package. I'm gonna go get her some flowers and candy." He snapped, storming out of the farm house. Jaxx watched as the meeting disbanded. "This gangs going to shit." Daryl commented as he rose from his chair and headed out the door as well.
Running to catch up with his husband, Jaxx finally did so in their tent that Daryl had moved far away from the others. "Daryl don't be like that.." Jaxx said, zipping up the tent behind them. "Well I am, Clover. Only friend outside of this shithole lost her damn mind, an' they're talkin' about it like she just got lost on the highway." Daryl retorted, turning his back on Jaxx to clearly show he didn't want to talk anymore.
Jaxx huffed and watched his husband slowly take his vest off, from his movements they were clear signs of internal bruising. "mo chroí, cathain a stopfaidh an saol ag iarraidh tú a bhriseadh?" Jaxx asked, Daryl tossed his vest aside.
"Y'know I don't know a damn lick of what you just said." He muttered as he struggled to take his shirt off with as little pain as possible. Feeling Jaxx's hands around the waistline of his shirt, he quit his attempt and let Jaxx pull the shirt off for him.
"I asked when will life stop trying to break you... It fails every time." Jaxx answered, tossing the shirt in a random pile of clothing. Daryl stretched his muscles as best he could with all the aches and pains before sitting down in a chair.
"I think it's got a winnin' streak goin' on lately." He admitted, Jaxx scoffed and sat in front of his husband to let Daryl fiddle with his hair. "Oh please, it hasn't won once. You've overcome everything it's chucked at you." Daryl smiled slightly at Jaxx's words.
"Youre a treasure, Clover." He replied, braiding a longer piece of Jaxx's hair.
"I know.. But on a more serious topic... We need to talk about Shane." Jaxx said, his tone shifting from comfortable to tense. "Why? He ain't none of our concern." Daryl replied, Jaxx shook his head. "No my love, he is. He's going further off the edge every day, he's dangerous.. And I don't think Rick has the strength to do what I think needs to be done." Jaxx rose to his feet as he spoke, sitting on their cot across from Daryl.
"What'd you got stewing in that head of yours, clover?" Daryl asked, moving to sit beside his husband. "Can't trust him not to come after us... Can't trust him not to come after the group.. We gotta kill him." Jaxx said, wrapping his arms around Daryl.
"Well.. Gotta do whatcha' gotta do. An' if we gotta kill him, then.. We do it." Daryl answered, Jaxx rested his chin on Daryl's shoulder.
"I know it's Shane we're taking about.. But we're still killing another living person. A living person that was Rick's best friend..." Jaxx thought out loud, Daryl kissed his husbands head.
"An' Rick killed your friend.. Kinda makes y'all even an' saves his life." He commented, Jaxx hummed in agreement.
"But for now, there's still Bee... Can't call her that anymore, Only Beatrice.. Bee died with the rest of our friends. With Ma... With Dave."
A/N: besties I may have a concussion 😗 anyway here's my favorite shot of sim Jaxx and Daryl