❛ i’m daryl fuckin’ dixon, that’s who the fuck i am. ❜ his grimace was almost intimidating, more than a bit annoyed by her lack of knowledge.
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❛ i’m daryl fuckin’ dixon, that’s who the fuck i am. ❜ his grimace was almost intimidating, more than a bit annoyed by her lack of knowledge.
SHERRY.
ever since carl’s visit to the infirmary, sherry had been doing her best to stay awake during the daytime. there was one more person in this group who knew who she was. daryl. she didn’t know if he made it back to alexandria after she let him go, but she hoped he did, for his sake. even if it meant, now, he’d be the one to throw her out. she’d drifted off during the afternoon when she had forced herself to stay awake too long, but woke up with a sharp gasp to the door opening. there he was. daryl dixon. in sharper, more prim clothing than he’d worn when she first met him, which was how she assumed he usually dressed. but it was him. “daryl,” she choked out, sitting up in bed and shaking her head swiftly. “daryl, y-you have to listen to me before you say anything. please.”
he’d heard of her arrival, but he found himself straying away from her presence. there was nothing he wanted more than to go to rick and cry wolf, she’s with the saviors, she’s with NEGAN-------- but he didn’t. she was the one who let him go, the one who damn near saved his life. ❛ you gonna tell ‘em? ❜ were his only words upon finally seeing her in person, his fists clenching and un-clenching at his sides.
hey! ill be on to finish up all my drafted replies today! ive been a lil busy with schoolwork
SOPHIA.
‘ a lot of people have just been passing by lately. ’ a bitter statement , not entirely directed towards the older man. ‘ you seriously telling me NOT to get defensive towards strangers ? ’
❛ the hell do you mean stranger? ❜ he huffed, his tone sharp------ almost upset. ❛ i ain’t no stranger. ❜
DIVINA.
“you’re gonna think i’m insane,” the brunette admitted with raised eyebrows, letting out an exhausted laugh through her chapped lips. “i’m searching for sticks to carve for the kids, so we can help them with their hand eye coordination.” divina dipped down, picking up a thick stick - letting her crimson eyes survey if it was good enough. with a shrug, she kept it in her hands.
❛ why you gotta carve ‘em? ❜ he asked, brows slanted. he wasn’t one much for casual conversation, his question was mostly an indirect ‘should i shoot you or not?’ he continued with his own scavenging, waiting for a response.
JONATHAN.
❛ you camera shy or something? ❜ it sounded condescending due to poor timing but the question was sincere. though jonathan doubted the response he hoped for would be received, this would not suddenly shift into some philosophical conversation. he was sure of that. the camera lens is faced downward at the ground and the recording was stopped, a somewhat reluctant display of respect for his wishes. however, jonathan still did not believe it was his own fault - but he doubted the conversation would end in a civil manner if he persisted.
❛ you must really want your ass kicked. ❜ his response was short, curt--------- though his tone dripped extreme annoyance. there was nothing he wanted more than to knock the damn camera out of this kid’s hands; teach him to watch where he pointed it. but he didn’t. he wouldn’t. there was a hesitance in his next words, ❛ where’d you get it? ❜
VALENTINA.
“IT’S not empty,” she muttered mainly to herself before letting the axe fall to her side, “i guess the same comes from me.” val looked the man up and down, he seemed to be alone. but he could be part of that group the one she had heard so much about the saviors.
he said nothing in response. his eyes narrowed on her figure, crossbow held TIGHTLY at his side. there was a moment of silence. he usually wasn’t one to contemplate his choice of words, but he couldn’t think of a proper way to word his question. ❛ who you with? ❜
What is your favorite animal to eat? Or do they all taste like chicken?
honesty week.
❛ ...anything with enough meat on its bones. ❜
what do you miss most from the world before?
honesty week.
❛ bein’ able to sleep at night. ❜
some people were made for a world like this and some, clearly, were not. who do you think falls into that latter category?
honesty week.
❛ s’a lot of people who don’t belong here. takes time to adjust. some people never do. ❜
recordiing:
▉▎─ OPEN TO ALL. ( ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ﹕ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ)
❛ look ─ i record everything and you just happened to be in the way of my shot. that’s not my fault. ❜
❛ who’s the one recordin? s’definitely your fault, kid. watch it. ❜
SOPHIA.
wood spun in her hand , palm gripping the pencil almost too tightly , knuckles turned white. her eyes shot daggers at the intruder. “ not at all. this is just my p e r s o n a l i t y. the hell you want ? ”
❛ nothin’. jus’ happened to be passin’ by. ❜ he shifted, a bit uncomfortably, tongue running momentarily over his top lip. ❛ don’ gotta get defensive. ❜
CAROLYN.
carolyn turned around, looking down at the knife in her hands. she must have looked as strange as she felt while holding it. a girl with an oxygen tank on her back and a cannula in her nose was preparing to fight a walker. none had come yet, though, which was probably for the best. “i don’t know, if i’m being honest. i have no idea how to do this,” she admitted in a small chuckle, looking down at the knife again.
❛ you don’ look like one much for close combat. ❜ he raised a brow, clearly confused-------- he had never come across any oxygen tanks in all of his days of scavenging, ❛ f’a walker grabs onto that? you’re dead. ❜
favorite/least favorite saviors?
honesty week.
❛ m’gonna pretend you didn’t just ask me that question. ❜
❛ what’re you doin? ❜ he was out on a run, gathering supplies needed ( that he could find, at least ). the figure he had called out to was unfamiliar, albeit them being turned away and in his peripheral vision. it could either be a grave mistake, or a simple greeting.