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@doginthecorner gets a random thing
❝ mm-mh! look who made the guard. ❞ speaks up from behind him, and hands come to rest on his shoulders. arms slip around to his chest, and she hugs him from behind. ❝ you know, i STOLE some chocolate from the bakery. you gonna ARREST ME, handsome? ❞
@doginthecorner said: “ i’ll walk you home. ” - for connie
hand covers chest, a mock sign of flattery. ‘ what a gentleman. ’ the reporter signs, and then gives a big smile. the commonwealth of all places was the most safe, safer than any community they’ve been at so far. it was like BEFORE, having jobs, making money. there was NO RISK to walking the streets at night, thanks to the guard, which now included daryl. ‘ i’ve been independent a LONG time, never needed the assistance of a man before, or now. BUT i’ll allow it, because i like your company. ’
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She caught that look from him, and the irritation in the tone of his voice, and if she was being completely honest, she was quite THROWN by the change in her old friend. The Daryl she knew… He didn’t take chances. He was the one who’d relentlessly searched for The Governor, he was someone who had been hellbent on ridding The Saviors… Maggie couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that for some reason he was so invested on this group not being slaughtered. Even after they’d picked off NUMEROUS of their own people.
The look on her face was one of disbelief at his words, genuinely she couldn’t understand where his level of irritation was coming from. “ I’m DONE taking chances, Daryl. Already lost ENOUGH. ” Words we’re stated matter of factly, and she certainly didn’t want to risk any of them coming back for her family, for her son. “ Why are you defending them? ”
❝ i’m okay, just overwhelmed. in a good way. ❞ - for Carol
EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PILLOW TALK PROMPTS - @doginthecorner
NO LONGER ACCEPTING!
❝ i’m okay, just overwhelmed. in a good way. ❞
Carol could feel Daryl shaking beside her. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, placing soft kisses between his shoulder blades and murmuring softly, "Are you okay?" Her hands gently moved over his chest and body, trying to calm him down and help bring him back to her.
Daryl's fingers grasped her hand as soon as it was within reach. He listened to her labored breathing and tried to concentrate on the kisses she placed to his back. Her presence was enough to keep him grounded, but it wasn't always enough to keep his mind from going a thousand miles a minute.
She gently turned him so that she could see his face. Her hand moved to his cheek, moving her thumb along his cheek before she leaned in and pressed her mouth gently to his. "Talk to me."
"I'm okay. Just overwhelmed..." He met her eyes then, hand moving to cover the one that was touching his cheek. "In a good way," he promised her.
@doginthecorner || starters for quiet muses || accepting!
"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..”
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A new guardian, one to replace Nick since he became a commander. It'd take some adjustment, given that Nick had been with them so long. As the mistress of the house, it was Serena's job to greet the newest member of their household. Hands folded before her, she speaks. ❛ Blessed day. Welcome to the Waterford household. The Commander should be home later to greet you. ❜
Just Know You're Not Alone || Connie & Daryl
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Life at Alexandria was... different. Not better or worse than life at Hilltop —Connie didn't want to compare the two communities, specially not after what happened to Hilltop—, but there was no denying it, Alexandria was way different.
After what happened at the cave, and when she was finally allowed out of the infirmary, her family barely left her alone. Connie had to promise to not go out of the community alone for Magna and Kelly to give her some alone time, which she used to walk around Alexandria, seeing everything she wasn't able to see during their first time there.
She walked around, watching people as they did their own thing, smiling and waving at those she recognized from back at Hilltop, until she spotted Daryl with the kids.
To say that Daryl looked like he was at his limit would be sugarcoating it. He looked overwhelmed, and Connie couldn't blame him, kids were hard, and going from not having kids to being in charge of a teenager and two children below the age of 10, was far from a walk in the park.
Connie walked to them, touching Daryl's arm to get his attention. She smiled at him, but didn't show any pity, knowing better than to feel pity for Daryl because if she did, he'd start being stubborn about letting her help. Connie had to be smart and offer her help without directly telling him she was offering it.
"Just the person I wanted to see," she signed. "I have to babysit Adam today. If you guys aren't busy, maybe you could keep me company? I'm sure Adam would like having other kids around."
@doginthecorner :
"Rick better be glad those kids look like you, be a real shame if they looked like him"
Lori can’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “He’s not so bad lookin’. Least Carl’s got those gorgeous blue eyes of his.”
