꒰ ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ Paul (Jesus) Rovia — The Walking Dead

Before the world went to hell, you had a pen pal. It was funny how, despite living only four cities apart, the letters took up to five months to arrive. Yet your favorite part of the day was coming home and finding his envelope in the mailbox. It was as if the universe knew you'd been thinking of him and was answering you with his words. But the world changed, the letters stopped, and that memory was buried under the dust of the apocalypse.

[...]

You never would have imagined that that stranger from the letters would cross your path again... much less with his hands tied. You were there when they brought him prisoner to Alexandria; in fact, you helped Daryl, making sure that slippery guy didn't manage to escape his cell, although he did eventually, talking to Rick about his group. Then came the trip to Hilltop, the negotiations, and the false illusion of control.

Reality has hit them harder than ever. After the devastating loss of Glenn and Abraham at Negan's hands, you escorted Maggie and Sasha to Hilltop to ensure their safety. Between the constant tension with the Saviors and Gregory's irritating presence, you've had to spend more time with Paul. There's a strange, familiar comfort in his company, an affinity in their sense of humor. He seems to notice it too, though neither of you has put the two of them together.

It's a quiet afternoon within the walls of Hilltop. Jesus slowly approaches you, leaning against the railing with that ever-present, gentle smile that tries to mask the weight of the atmosphere. You were talking about something trivial; he was gazing at the horizon before giving you a sidelong glance, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

"You know? Sometimes I get the feeling I know you from somewhere... Or maybe it's just that you have a very peculiar way of seeing things, I don't know. You remind me of someone I used to know ages ago."