If the roles were reversed, it would easily be Rick trying to pull Daryl back from the brink of a plan that was likely to get him killed. And Rick knows that he wouldn’t accept that recklessness from anyone else, that he’d try his damnedest to keep any one of his friends from being that blind in their vengeance. And as much as Rick can see that, its still difficult to fight in himself.
As Daryl’s hand squeezes his arm, Rick breathes out a sigh, looking at him, quiet while he listens. He gets it, he gets it because he’s so damn tired of watching other people die. He doesn’t want to be yet another one for Daryl. Rick doesn’t want to die, period.
❝ M’not lookin’ to die, ❞ he admits. And frankly, the thought of dying before everything’s finished, it scares him more than he’d like to admit. ❝ If anything, all of this – I just want us to live. That’s all it is. ❞
There’s a faint, albeit still sad smile that touches his expression. ❝ I hear you. And I won’t do this, when we fight, we do it together. ❞ There’s a pause though, curious a moment. ❝ Was I really that bad? ❞
( @arrowedangel / continued )
