a/n: prompt requested by an anon on tumblr: "Daryl calls Paul "lil' shit" as a term of endearment. It's the worst kept secret." i'm on tumblr as user thatsmygvn, link in my bio.
"Why do you still insist on calling me a little shit?" Jesus had the audacity to ask one night, lying beside Daryl on his ratty bed in the Hilltop.
And Daryl answered, "Well, I ain't callin' you Jesus," with a scoff.
He rolled his eyes and turned onto his side, facing Daryl directly. "Okay, but my name is Paul. Or are you the kind of guy who calls people by their last name? In which case, if you need a reminder, it's Rovia."
Daryl didn't turn his face but instead looked at Jesus from the side of his eye. "Paul sounds too serious, and I ain't never called a person I liked by their last name."
Jesus grinned, unable to help himself from leaning forward, drawing out, "You like me?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Daryl closed his eyes and brought an arm up to cover his face. "You're a lil' shit," he said in response.
"That's Daryl for 'I love you'," Jesus translated, leaning forward on the bed to press a kiss to Daryl's shoulder before smiling into his skin.
"Says who?" Daryl countered.
Jesus sat up a little, his face sobering before answering, "Literally everyone who knows the two of us."
