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wexarethewalkingxdead:
Sophia’s legs were trembling from the exertion of running they’d done in the beginning. She knew they couldn’t stop until they reached the cabin that Daryl had been telling her about. Her hands moved up to brush her hair from her face. It was sweaty and tangled from getting caught in the branches and bushes. She frowned as she listened to his words. She knew that he wasn’t being as upfront with her as she would have liked him to be. They all still treated her as if she was a child. And maybe she was a child, but she knew more than they wanted to admit that she did.
She looked down at her feet as they continued to walk. She didn’t want to think about none of the other making it out alive. She hoped the Governor was dead. He’d destroyed their home and took away people that she loved very much. Hershel being one of them. Her eyes welled up with tears at the memory of him being beheaded right in front of all of them.
She nodded as he told her that they’d be there in a few more minutes. She shoved her hands into her pockets. “I hope the Governor is dead,” she announced, knowing that he probably survived. People like him always did while the good guys all died.
Daryl’s eyes flick back to the kid, she’s a little shaky and he has to remind himself that she’s just a kid. A kid he’s drug away from the their burning home through brambles and forest. He slows his pace a little and turns the days events over in his mind. Now that they’re not in so much danger, his heart rate begins to slow.
“Yeah kid, me too.” He mutters, but theyd’ thought the governor was gone once before. How could they be sure he was this time? “Look we’ll hang around a few days ‘til yer momma shows up an’ then we’ll break and look for the others. THey ain’ gonna go far.”
He’s not lying to her, not really, or maybe he is, but he really does intend to stick around and look for the others, but right now the most important thing is to get to safety. They enter the clearing with the small cabin in it and Daryl motions for her to stop. “Take this.” He slides his knife out of it’s sheath and hands it to her. It’s not a gun, but its better then leaving her with nothing. “I’m gonna go in an’ make sure no walkers ‘r nothin’ got inside you -” He stops, he’d been about to tell her to stay out here and wait for him before he remembers the last time someone did that. “You uh... you good t’ follow me?”
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wexarethewalkingxdead:
Carol’s body protested the entire way down to the bed. She wanted to tell Daryl to lay off the dog, but she didn’t have any of the energy. Not to mention the pain was just about more than she could stand at the moment. She felt as if she’d been run over by a train, and in truth, her body had taken quite the beating. When he hands her the bottle of Motrin, she gave him a soft smile. “Thanks.” She opened the cap and dumped about six of them into her palm before she popped all of them into her mouth at once and dry swallowing them.
She watched as he turned his back to her and rummaged around his dresser once again. She tried not to look as he quickly changed, but she hadn’t ever been one to ignore a half-naked man in her midst even when she felt as bad as she did. She felt relief that he still felt comfortable enough in her presence to change in front of her. She managed to ease down into the bed and scoot under the sheets.
It was then that Dog crawled up next to her and laid down as if it was his bed and not Daryl’s. She reached out to pet his soft fur and frowned when he was made to get down. “Hey! If you had to choose would you choose the hard ground or a nice, soft bed?” She smirked before she shifted once again and managed to find a position that wasn’t quite as painful.
“I wish you didn’t have to do all this for me, but I do thank you.” She met his eyes for a moment before lowering them and feeling ashamed. “I know I’ve taken up a lot of your time. Away from Judith and R.J., I mean.”
Daryl is careful as he settles into bed, he doesn’t want to hurt her anymore then she already is. Once he’s settled he pulls the quilt up over them both, making sure she’s covered and tossing an arm up over his head with a sigh. “No problem.” He mutters, sighing heavily as his muscles begin to relax. He’s more exhausted then he’d previously thought and it won’t take much for him to fall asleep.
“‘course I’d pick the bed.” he snorts. “But i’m the person an’ he’s jus’ a dog.” Besides, it wasn’t like Dog would stay on the floor very long. If history was any indicator he’d have wiggled his way right into the middle and spread out. “’sides, damn dog’ll be up here soon as we’re asleep anyway. Kids’ve spoiled ‘im rotten.” Not that Daryl did much to dissuade them, those years in the woods had been hard on Dog as much as him, besides there were worse things then table scraps.
“Carol, I ain’ never gonna leave ya t’ deal with this shit alone.” He whispers, looking over at her. “Those kids ‘r fine, they uh - Aarons got ‘em fer the night. Little ones anyway. Lydia’s... I let ‘er take a watch shift.” He didn’t much like the idea of her on the walls over night, but it was better then having her lurk around here all night and letting her anxiety fester like he knew it would. Though they weren’t related, that kid was too much like him for her own damn good. “‘sides, in the mornin’ they’ll be real happy t’ see ya.”
*slides in*- look idk if i’m back yet but I am caught up and god that last episode :////
Daryl:-skipping off the find food with Maggie and co- were all gonna be safe! And were all gonna have s good time
Daryl:-one week and one cult girlfriend later- what the jesus christ was that.
Look, whatever it is you're holding on to it's already gone, man. Wake the hell up.
Daryl Dixon in TWD 10x18 "Find Me"
#daryl’s soft for carol’s special strong right foot 😊
MELISSA MCBRIDE as CAROL PELETIER & NORMAN REEDUS as DARYL DIXON The Walking Dead 10.18 ▶ Find Me
healthy coping skills?? Did you mean: venturing out into a forest in the dead of night and screaming profanities at the endless void above???
I have a busy couple of days but I’m hoping to at least get a few things done around here and on @inthrces because I miss being here and I miss my Leah baby too
Love the lighter hair and the grey beard here 😍😍😍
#Norman #MCM #sexyaf #beautiful #beardporn #costaricalooksgoodonhim #gorgeous #love #sexiestmanalive
im alive out of spite
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SHE flops her slightly wet notebook around with a light laugh && with her free hand , she makes a ‘so-so’ gesture. “ It’s a little dryer now but it works. ” Reading what he has written , she nods. She would wait as long as she needed while he wrote to Carol. It is an incredibly thoughtful thing of him to do since most people did leave without so much a warning if they could not find the person they were looking for (namely herself).
When he’s done , she flips through her notebook , brows slightly furrowed as she tries to find the page. “ New place, ” she signs. “ It’s a neighborhood. An hour’s ride out. First few houses were explored but there are more to go through. ” Her eyes light up briefly when she finds it && she shows it to him. She’d written it down when she was given the task , just so she remembers it. On the page she shows , there are a few things on there. The location && the tasks. She’s scrawled up a tiny map on the next page too which she shows to him next.
“ Not a walker hotspot according to the others, ” she adds.
Daryl always made it a point to leave a note when he left, if not for Carol then for the kids. Judith and RJ especially were known to get worked up when they were left behind and the last thing he wanted was them being upset all day because they didn’t know where he’d gone or when he’d be back. An understandable concern given the circumstances their mother left under.
He peers over her shoulder to look at the little map and list of things they need to get. Hopefully they can find everything, and maybe he’ll even find some surprises for the kids if the place is really still intact. “Alright.” Daryl signs back. “Maybe start in the back of the neighborhood this time?” He suggests, if the first few houses were went through maybe the last few will hold more promise.
“We need to be on our guard, just in case.” just because it hadn’t been a walker hot spot a few days ago didn’t mean it wasn’t one now.
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“I have nothing left to give”
Water flows through his fingers and he watches the way it splits. Five small streams gutted into existence by his touch alone. That’s how people are in this world. Able to shift and change the patterns of what’s around them simply by existing, by entering the flow of someone else’s life. It’s more noticeable now. With less people to cross your path. Less people to let in to cause that ripple. And, yet, Daryl Dixon–he’s one of those.
They’re talking. Quiet conversation meant to leave the dead on their own should any be out there wandering. Their tents are built for the night. A peripheral of wire and security’s been deftly set up by the pair and he feels safe. Hard not to when you have Daryl sitting next to. He can see why others feel that way. Not that he’s uncapable of handling things for himself. Far from it. But there’s an added sense of getting it that he discovers each time they’re out here on their own of why he’s so deeply trusted with the lives of the ones he cares about. Paul pulls his fingertips out of the water and burrows his brows when that sentence rolls off Daryl’s tongue. He turns to look at him steady, understanding more than he might know.
“Then stop giving so much. At least for a little while. The world won’t cease existing because you need to take care of yourself for once, Daryl.” He puts it to him easy, not meaning to boss him around or give ill advice. “Look at things this way,” he balls both fists up–forearms propped on thighs as he squats down beside him and looks at his upturned wrists, “in one hand..” His left uncurls. “You hold all the love and heart you have for those you call family.” That fist is remade. The opposite uncurls. “And in the other one, you have what you’re keeping for yourself.” And that first is remade.
“That’s a solid grip. Right there. Two hands. Holding on. One hand slips? The other starts to give and slowly but surely? Neither one can hold on forever,” both fists uncurl again and he sits down tucking one boot underneath his bent leg and then the other. Cross-legged he rests his palms down on the inside of his calf muscles. “If you’re hanging on the edge and you feel like you’re starting to come up empty-handed either way? It’s time to breathe for you and just you. We’re the same like that, you know? Being caged up. We love our people. Our family. But sometimes.. That shared air? Those walls? They suffocate. Close in. Then you’re no good to anyone.”
“We should stay out here a little longer…,” pale eyes comb over the thick woods around them, “Just a little..”
Daryl hadn’t meant to let the thought slip, but it had been lingering in his mind all day, ever since he left Alexandria behind to go on this little excursion. Something he’d once found freeing, little trips that had served to offer him a reprieve from the pressures of life in Alexandria had grown burdensome. It was easy to remember why he’d left it behind, between guilt over Rick and pain from the saviors he hadn’t been able to handle it. Hell he never would have gone back if Carol hadn’t asked him to. Now a year on, life was different, the strains of knowing the enemy was somewhere out here, and they didn’t know where. Trying to help Lydia fit in and assimilate when he himself felt so painfully out of place, it was hard and the thought came tumbling out before he could stop it.
Evidently Jesus had heard him, and before long he was giving some long winded explanation about a fist and the river. In his time away, Daryl had forgotten just how much like Ezekiel Jesus could be. Always wanting to talk about things, to work stuff out. It wasn’t a trait Daryl shared and it was a trait that grated on him more often then not. Tonight was no different, and he finds himself rolling his eyes at the other man’s metaphor, more out of irritation that he’s right then anything else.
“I ain’ meant t’ live in a place like that.” Daryl admits. “Out here? Tha’s where I belong but I got people who need me now.” Carol especially played on his mind, he couldn’t leave her, even if she was always out on those boats he couldn’t risk not being there when she came back, and Lydia. Lydia who wasn’t fitting in and seemed even more out of place then he was. “Jus’ gets tirin’, tha’s all.” What he really wished, was that there was someone he could trust to look after Lydia long enough for him to get a few days to himself, even if he just went back to his old camp for a couple days it would be the reprieve he needed, he was sure. Jesus is right, they could stay out here and maybe they should, but he can’t.
“I can’t.” Daryl shakes his head. “I gotta get back t’ Lydia, bad as those walls are fer me they’re worse fer her an’ I don’ wanna leave her any longer then I gotta.”
careol:
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it was time to wind down, or at least it SHOULD be. they’d just done a RISKY MISSION, one that of course had nearly gone sideways. it’s never able to be EASY is it? and carol, of course she made it even worse for herself at the last minute. given everything she’d done in recent weeks, she felt she HAD to take the risk. alexandria needed the food, and the more the better. it was the LEAST she could do since her actions had caused the whisperers to retaliate and nearly destroy their home.
carol hears him behind her, probably wanting to sneak off to his room in the basement after saying goodnight to the kids. carol wasn’t going to let him get away that easy. things had been OFF between them for too long, and it was time to try and fix it. fix it, or BREAK IT. she hopes for the former, but given how rocky things had been she wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter. ❝ can we talk? ❞ she doesn’t turn around from her spot in the kitchen. hands are braced against the counter, like she’s waiting for him to say NO, or to leave him alone.
Daryl slipped out of RJ’s room, closing the door gently behind him and starting down the stairs. The kids hadn’t been easy to get down tonight and between them and the events of the day he was ready for some peace and quiet. He can already tell he’ll be feeling the exertion in the morning, it wasn’t as easy as it once was to be exerting himself all the time like he had lately, but they didn’t have much choice. They had to rebuild nad find food, and prepare for a winter that was certain to be harsher then the last.
He can hear Carol in the kitchen, ordinarily they’d sit up a while longer, even if in silence, but tonight he wants to be alone. He tries moving past her quietly, but she speaks and he stops.
Can we talk?
They needed to talk, that was certain, but he’d given up trying to talk to her after the blow up they’d had a couple weeks ago. He’d let it go, left it hanging between them uncomfortably, and it seemed she’d finally picked it up for herself. But does it have to be tonight? He sighs, takes a step back, and positions himself in the kitchen doorway so he can look at her.
“’bout what?”
