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• Van & Daryl

Van stared at Daryl and saw the disappointed and disapproving look on his face. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it from someone. But for some reason she hated seeing that expression on his face because of her. She took a drag and handed it back to him. “Sorry. I’m not that kind of person. I started after my mom left,” she said softly, body leaning forward out of exhaustion. “Sometimes it helps me forget the pain…” and with that, she fell face first onto the pillow and she was out.

He took back the smoke and watched her sleeping a bit as he finished his smoke. This was all bullshit. She was supposed to be strong and be the light at the end of the tunnel. But she was weak, just like Merle had been after their Ma left. Just like his Ma had been weak.

He sighed, crashing the butt of his smoke under his shoe before standing up and throwing it in the fire. He took his crossbow and went to the window.

#your-blue-dream #Van

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Brokedown Palace || Daryl & Andrea

Andrea collected her papers into a neat stack before shoving the whole of it into her briefcase. She was nearly done with the research she had to do in this little backwards Georgia community. The civil rights case that was being handled by her firm was huge and crossed numerous states. She was merely on a research arm of the main team. She wouldn’t have to try this case gratefully. She had another day of research and then she was supposed to send the papers off and take a leisurely drive back to Arizona. She felt she’d earned the two weeks off.

She switched the light off in the records review room, and made her way back to the main entry, which served here as both a court house and police station. These smaller communities sometimes did the oddest things with their resources. As she stood waiting to return the files to the clerk, she heard a commotion behind her.

Turning, files still clutched to her chest, she caught familiar eyes. She followed them and the man with her own as he was taken through the doors of the portion of the building that was designated for the police department. Andrea waited a little longer for the clerk to process the files, and then she made her way slowly through the open doors. It looked like maybe the man was in need of a friend.

#Brokedown palace #Andrea #truthispoison

The policeman was pushing him and Daryl groaned as he stumbled inside the building. He glared at the officer who only smirked at him. He rolled his eyes, looking around for a bit but then, he could see that all eyes were on him so he ducked his head. This was all bullshit and he was starting to get pissed off.

The officer pushed him on a seat in an interrogatory room and uncuffed him. Daryl looked stubbornly at the table, crossing his arms on his chest, "Don't wanna no lawyer," he grumbled without looking at anything but the table. His knuckles were white over his upper arm as his eyes closed for a second after the door closed. They opened as soon as it opened again.

and there're those dead faces haunting us || Andrea and Daryl

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Andrea decided to ignore the noise that left the others lips when she mentioned that word again. She knew that she should stop with it, but something inside of her just couldn’t quite manage to do it, not yet anyway. She knew as well as anyone that hope hadn’t done anything for anyone since the dead started to walk the earth. She’d lost her sister, lost friends, family. But she knew that the hope she held inside of her was a lot to do with her sister, she’d still have hope, so the blonde couldn’t quite lose hers just yet.

The blonde nodded almost instinctively when Daryl told her to use a knife, that was before she remembered that she didn’t have hers. That it had been left at the prison along with the rest of her things. She nodded again in thanks when he handed her his own knife as he took care of the walker by the door as he opened it. Making sure that the door was closed behind her, she looked around, this place gave her the creeps, it was horrible, but when it was cleared out, it was a place to stay. Hearing the snarling of a walker that was crawling towards them, she held it down with her foot before plunging the knife into the back of its head.

#and there're those dead faces haunting us #Andrea #sharpshooterxandrea

He watched her as she plunged his knife in the Walker's head and he couldn't help but be thankful to have escaped with Andrea. At least, she had an idea how to defend herself, how to kill without annoying him with guilt and shits like that. But at the same time, it made him kind of angry that she was here. Because otherwise, he would have left that fucking world, a bullet in his useless brain. He had always been mad at his Ma, thinking she had taken her own life by burning their house to the ground, always thought it was one coward way to leave but now. Now, he thought that it was just something that needed to be done. Hope was nowhere in sight and there was too much pain to take in, just too much for him.

He kept killing his way inside the room and soon, there was no sound except their breathings. He turned toward her, glancing quickly at her body to be sure she was ok before jerking his head toward another door. "We gonna kill every one 'f those motherfuckers," he decided as he said it. He had energy to evacuate, he needed to do something because his hands were twitching and he had no idea if it was for a gun to his temple or a golf club in a Walker's skull.

• Van & Daryl

Van’s eyes were heavy and all she wanted to do was sleep but she was enjoying talking with Daryl while she could. “I know, bad habit for an athlete to have. Been smoking since I was 16. Don’t suppose you have any pot on you huh?” she asked, reaching for the cigarette.

He shook his head, chewing on his lower lip. Pot. What the fuck ? It reminded him too much of Merle and his bad habit. Cigarettes he could handle, alcohol too but drugs. Drugs were all a bit too much to him. He had lost his better ally, his best friend, his big brother to them. "Don't hav' dat shit on me," he muttered.

He kept the cigarette with him, taking a long drag, the paper burning before he handed it back to her.

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Walk A Lonely Road - Daryl & Connie

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Almost anyone is capable of revenge but she can see vengeance with him. She can envy him in a way, he had someone to blame for his brother’s death. Her’s was just taken from her, leaving a bitter cold wind inside of her where the warmth of Murphy use to be. Splintering cracks that rippled through her and she was left wondering if they would change her completely. Suppose she will see.

Connie turned her head in time with for the man to pass her with his muttering of words. Clenching and rolling her jaw she thought for a few brief seconds. To him she was just some little girl but she knew what she was capable of doing. “Ye know ye shouldn’ be s’ quick ta judge.” She mused before turning around and coming up along side the stranger. Fuck it, she had nothing to lose and all the time in world. Besides, she can understand his pain and making men pay for their wrong doings is her calling in life. “I’ll help ye kill t’em.”

#Walk a lonely road #Connie #itsacreativeplan

He quirked an eyebrow at her words, tilting a bit his head as he snorted. "Ya ?" he asked, his head jerking a bit back as his eyes took her in. "Wat y'all gonna do ? Kiss dem to death ?" he asked, scoffing before shaking his head. Maybe he could use her, maybe she could be some kind of help to him. He wasn't sure of anything anymore to be honest, wasn't sure he was doing the right thing, wasn't sure that the right thing to do was to kill people.

But he just knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to avenge his brother, his only one. He found her eyes and a determination he had never quite encountered before, something that reminded him of Merle. He had no idea why but he stopped scoffing and snorting and looking with disdain at her. He was once more just a boy who had lost his big brother and he nodded, "Fine, let's go," he muttered, pulling on the strap of his crossbow.

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Taking a drag of his cigarette as Daryl poured the next round of shots, Murphy couldn’t help but smile, as he exhaled the smoke. Of course he was confident. Drinking was as close to second nature as breathing was to the Irishman. But it was admittedly endearing to hear the man next to him keeping his cool with his own confidence. Maybe this would be a bit of a challenge, and Murphy’s inner child sort of perked up at the thought of it. He may have been a vigilante, and his life may be wrapped up in seriousness and chaos, but there was still very much a playful side to him that liked to step out an breathe every now and again. Tonight seemed like a perfect night for that.

He wasted no time in picking up his shot and downing it, before looking back over to the man, “T’ere’s a reason for t’at.”

#sortalike7-eleven #Murphy #[ O M G I am so sorry the activity thing didn't tell you answered !]

Daryl cocked an eyebrow, the alcohol making him less tense. "Oh yeah ?" he aske,d chuckling, "Wat's dat ? Y'all is Irish so ya know how t'drink better dan me ?" he asked, an amused smile on his lips as he poured two more shots. It was fun, that man was fun and he couldn't see anything wrong with that. He had somehow here who was a funny man, saying funny thing and willing to drink until they both die. Or more likely pass out.

"I dunno man, 'm kind 'f born inte Whiskey," he chuckled, raising his eyebrows challengingly before taking another shot down.

• Van & Daryl

Van gasped in surprise when he produced smokes and a lighter. “Oh my God!” she took them gratefully and lit one up, inhaling deeply, holding it in before letting it out slowly. “Oh my Goddddd…” she sighed in pleasure, her eyes falling shut as her head spun from the rush of nicotine. “I’m 23 Daryl. Or at least I was. I don’t even know if my birthday passed yet or not. Let’s just say I’m 24 then,” she explained, taking another drag of the cigarette. She shifted and sat beside him, leaning against him comfortably as she smoked. One more drag and then she handed it to him politely so they could share.

He watched her smoke, wondering if it was a big habit of hers or just all new. He snorted as she said how old she was, shaking his head, "Still young, girl," he muttered before tensing as she leaned against him. Damn, that girl was taking rights she didn't have. But it wasn't like he hated it anyway.

He took the smoke from his hand, placing it on his lips. Yeah, he missed smoking.

• Van & Daryl

Van hiccuped as she began to calm down, his words slowly soothing her. She buried her face in his neck and breathed heavily as she slowly stopped crying. She tried to believe him, tried to let his words comfort her. Then when she felt his arm around her comfortingly she sighed and fully relaxed against him and held him.

It was a comfortable silence for a few minutes as he blessedly let her cry it out and calm down and not pushing her away. And for the moment she decided to believe him.

"God I need a cigarette," she mumbled against him randomly.

She was starting to calm down and he felt immediately better. That girl was a blessing, that girl was the one he had been dreaming about since the few days ago she had stumbled on them. He had wanted her to be his the second he had laid eyes on her. And now, her face was buried in the crook of his neck and he was holding her. This was too good to be true.

She relaxed and then blurted out the weirdest thing ever. "Are ya even legal ?" he asked, frowning as he opened his arms, putting space between as he reached for his vest, handing her a box of smokes and a lighter.

• Van & Daryl

She was taken completely back by his apology. He wouldn’t hurt her? Is that what he said? She stared at him for several moments before her lip started quivering and her eyes filled to the brim with tears and her vision became blurry. It was then that the damn broke and Van lost control of her emotions. Emotions that had been bottled up for a long time and combined with the stress of the last few days.

She let go of his sleeve and threw her arms around his neck, just like she had wanted to before when she originally thought for sure he’d leave her alone on the highway and sobbed into his chest. “You left. You left me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t leave me!”

He watched with horror the tears in her eyes. Shit, he didn't want her to cry. At all. And then she was hugging him and he had no idea what to do. He sighed, closing awkwardly his arm around her, "I ain't gonna leave ya, Van," he said softly, hating himself for telling that to her yesterday.

"Don't hav' t'apologize, didn't do anythin' wron'," he added. This was the girl he liked and he could feel her tears on his flesh and he felt like an asshole. "Ain't gonne leave ya, girl," he said, his voice softer as he tightened a bit his hold on her.

• Van & Daryl

She was running, running after Daryl. He had indeed left her, his motorcycle racing off into the distance just like her mother’s car when she was little, little legs hopelessly chasing after it until it disappeared into the distance. He’d left her, he had really left her behind, just like he’d threatened he would. Van ran after him but he was gone and she fell to the ground screaming for him and crying out for him, tears streaming hot down her face. “No! Daryl please! Don’t leave me!”

She woke with a shout, sitting up suddenly unaware she had shouted Daryl’s name in her sleep. She panted, realizing she was still in the cabin and it was still daylight and she was still in bed. With Daryl. Great. He probably thought she was a big baby holding onto him having nightmares. Hesitantly, Van turned to face him, her grip on his shirt never loosening.

He woke up with her whimpering his name. His fucking name. He couldn't say why she was saying his name but she seemed to be begging someone. Probably him to stop beating on her. "Girl," he whispered, his hand shaking a bit her arm, "Van, wake up," he said, a bit louder, watching by the window.

She woke up screaming his name, her eyes finding his seconds after. "Hey, y'all is ok," he said softly, trying to reassure her, "am sorry," he apologized, looking at her hand on his sleeve, "I know yer scared 'f me b't i won't hurt ya."

• Van & Daryl

Van relaxed slightly and was actually surprise when Daryl started apologizing. But her exhaustion was quickly taking over her and her eyes stung from being open too long without rest. She walked over to the bed on shaky legs, setting her pistol on a nearby table along with her knife from her ankle holster.

Van basically tripped onto the bed as her legs gave out and she fell face first onto the bed and sighed into the sheets, moaning in comfortable relief. She rolled over, unconsciously took hold of his sleeve and was asleep within seconds.

He stopped putting his shoes on as she fell on the bed and turned around to glance at her. So apparently, she didn't have those boundaries problems and he smiled a bit as she took his sleeve in her little hand. He pushed his shoes off and pushed his body on the bed.

He used his free hand to put the cover on her body, pushing his hand behind his head as he watched over her. He hoped he wouldn't fall asleep again but it was so peaceful.

• Van & Daryl

She nearly sighed in relief. He hadn’t noticed she’d fallen asleep. But she had to keep from smiling when Daryl’s hair stood in many directions. He looked so cute. But she pushed that thought away as hard as she could. He would hate for her to feel that way, to think that way. He would be so turned off by her.

Van simply smiled at him when he nodded at her. But she froze when he asked her if anything happened. She could lie. Or she could tell him the truth. But if she told him she’d fallen asleep on watch who knows what would happen. He might hurt her again.

But her exhaustion betrayed her when she saw him remain comfortable and she yawned before she could stop herself. She couldn’t help it. She took watch around the middle of the night and now the sun was coming up on the horizon so it was at least six hours that she’d been up.

He watched her yawn and immediately sat up. "Sorry," he quickly apologized, starting to put his boots on. "Must wanna sleep 'n 'm her' thinkin' it's Holidays," he mumbled, swearing under his breath. He was one dumb motherfucker. The girl didn't get that much of a rest and he was surprised and impressed that she had stayed up all night because his lazy ass had got too comfortable.

He would have liked to stay in bed some more but he doubted she would feel alright if they laid next to each other. After all, she thought he was going to beat on her or something so he guessed that sleeping next to him wasn't exactly at the top of her bucket list.

• Van & Daryl

Van’s heart gave a painful pang when he hurried away from her without another word. At least he was taking off his shoes and getting comfortable which Van had wanted all along. But it seemed like he didn’t care. He had to hold and comfort her like a child, scared of one walker that got too close even though it genuinely surprised and scared her. She was sure he thought she was weak, a wimp. It hurt her more than she cared to realize.

She stared after him, watching him look her over and Van didn’t want to know what he was thinking. He was probably annoyed that she disturbed his rest. Which he needed and now she was mad at herself. She shook her head to herself, ashamed that she actually thought they could be close, could be friends and as she returned to the window to keep watch she was too distracted counting the walkers out there to notice the single tear that had escaped down her cheek.

The next time she opened her eyes she was on the floor sitting against the wall below the window. She’d fallen asleep on watch! Oh God Daryl was going to be so pissed at her! She was a failure, a shitty teammate who couldn’t even make it through watch in order to protect them. She stood up quickly, stumbling in her rush to look out the window but she sighed in relief when she saw no walkers around in the near vicinity. She swallowed hard, looking towards the bed to see if Daryl was awake, ready to apologize profusely.

He woke up in a gasp, hearing her stumbling. He watched by the window, trying to gauge the hour and was surprised for it to be morning. He had slept peacefully and apparently for hours. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up and when he opened them, she was looking at him.

"Hey," he said, his voice rough from sleep as he nodded to her. He passed a hand in his hair, knowing that he must stick in all directions but he couldn't see so he guessed it would stay like that. He felt good in bed, warm so he laid back, his hands behind his head, staring at the celling.

"Nothin' happen'd ?" he asked her.

• Van & Daryl

Van relaxed a tiny bit when he came to her but she wasn’t expecting him to take hold of her and bring her flush against him. Daryl was so strong and warm against her, his hand on her belly and his voice against her ear sending chills down her despite the hot night.

He looked out the window and judging by his calm expression there was no immediate danger and he wasn’t worried. Her face was turned to him, watching him closely when all of a sudden his head turned and their faces were right there. Their noses almost touching, their mouths so close they were sharing breath and Van froze in the moment, gazing so deep into his eyes. They had never been that close before and Van didn’t realize until now how truly handsome Daryl was and her heart skipped a beat or three.

She was surprised and the moment was unexpected but Van found that it was comfortable and she liked being in his arms. She didn’t remember the last time she was so close to someone or been hugged.

When he pulled away from her she let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding and relaxed, nodding at him even though he couldn’t see her. “T-thanks,” she whispered, immediately missing his closeness.

He heard her release a breath and immediately thought that she had been so afraid she had stopped breathing. He cursed himself under his breath and sat on the bed. He played a bit with the crossbow before setting it aside on the floor. He was tired, he was exhausted and he really wanted to sleep.

It sounded like there was not going to be any problem so for the first time, he took off his boots and his vest before sliding under the covers. He fidgeted a bit, his hand coming under his head. His eyes took her in, sliding from her shoes to her face. He was chewing on his lower lip and then closed his eyes, his hand coming to rest on his belly. He needed to stop his stupid obsession.

• Van & Daryl

Van carefully and quietly watched the walkers go by without incident so far. There were maybe ten now that she could see from her position at the window. She was still worried about the herd heading this way and in the back of her mind she thought it might be best for them to settle here for a few days to rest and plan.

She felt eyes on her and she wondered if Daryl were awake but she decided not to glance over at him just yet. She was still glad that he had finally decided to get some rest and now that they were both fed and rejuvenated they were strong and more prepared.

She wondered briefly what would happen if they found the group. Would Daryl push her away? Would the group even want her to stay? She hadn’t been with them very long and didn’t know if they considered her an official part of their group, or even trusted her. At this point she figured maybe that would be all up to Daryl to decide that. He seemed to be an important and valued member of the group. No matter what happened, after everything Van felt that she wanted to stay with Daryl, group or no group. But she had no idea if he felt the same way. Maybe he would be happy to be rid of her.

She startled when she heard Daryl clear his throat and she turned and saw him sitting up in the bed. She put her finger to her lips and shushed him, pointing out the window. Then all of a sudden a walker walked right by the window in front of her and she gasped and turned, backing up against the wall beside the window. Her heart raced in surprise and fear. She could hear it growling and snarling right outside the cabin and she forced herself to calm down. As long as it didn’t see her they would be alright. Very slowly she peeked out the window to see how many walkers were out there now.

He watched her curiously, taking his crossbow in hand silently. He stood up and and walkers toward her silent, his arm sneaking around her belly to push her back against his chest. "Gonna check," he whispered, his mouth near her ear before pushing her back against the wall carefully. His hand stayed on her belly to be sure she was still next to him before he looked by the window.

Walkers were there alright but they just seemed to pass by and even the Walker that made Van gasp wasn't even interested in them. He turned his head toward her, to tell her that everything was alright, that there was no Walker but he got caught, go ttrapped by her eyes. He hadn't thought that her face would be that close.

His hand was hot and he could feel her warmth under the light fabric of her tank top. She was so beautiful and his finger twitched. He blinked and dropped his head, clearing his throat and his hand fell to his thigh. It was in fist and he stepped back a bit, "Everythin' alright," he mumbled, walking back to the couch.

and there're those dead faces haunting us || Andrea and Daryl

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Andrea was glad that the other agreed that it was a good idea to take shelter in the Country Club House. It may not have been the best of places, but if it was safe and clear of walkers, then it was somewhere to stay for the night and right at this moment in time, that was all that mattered. “Let’s just hope it’s clear” she muttered, more to herself than to Daryl, but it was loud enough for him to hear. But there was that word again ‘hope’. Something that was beginning to deteriorate in her faster than she thought it ever would.

She followed next to him as they walked up to the Club House, making sure that there was nothing behind them as they did so, that was the last thing that they needed right now. But what they did need now was each other. Even if it was just the other walking beside them, at least that was what she needed. And she wasn’t afraid to admit that anymore. That she needed someone. And Daryl Dixon just happened to be her someone.