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                                             nikola  &&  daryl  .  @igottabe

       ❝ ya’ don’t look good, either ❞, Daryl admits with a deep frown on his forehead. she’s pale, even paler than she usually is, and compared to his skin Nikola’s looks like ivory. by now they’re more than the two weird strangers they were in the beginning, probably he’d even call her a friend — that’s why he doesn’t hesitate to place his palm on her forehead and he can tell she’s got a fever after no more than a few seconds. ❝ you definitely got a high temperature, ’s far as I can tell. ya’ weren’t bit, right? ❞ the first question to be asked, always whenever there’s a sign of fever or nausea. ❝ c'mon, rest for now. I’ll get you some water. you ain’t gonna go nowhere for the rest of the day. ❞         /        continued  from   here.

                    there’s  a  snort  but  she’s  too  exhausted  to  clearly  open  her  eyes.      nikola  has  never  been  really  sick  as  a  child,      never  really  been  sick  at  all  to  be  honest  and  thus,      this  fever  is  bringing  her  to  her  knees.          ❝  how  dare  you,  ❞          she  manages  to  utter,          ❝  i  always  look  good.  ❞          but  her  voice  is  low,      a  cough  making  her  head  ache.      head  shakes,      she  would  never  be  lucky  enough  to  be  bitten,      for  people  to  finally  put  an  end  to  her  misery.      she  lets  herself  fall  into  the  couch,      head  lolling  back,          ❝  you’re  staying  with  me,  daryl,  right  ?  ❞          &&      she  doesn’t  open  her  eyes  for  she’s  not  strong  enough  to  make  herself  look  like  she  doesn’t  care,      she’ll  end  up  begging  him      &&      that’s  just  not  something  she  does.

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All dressed down into his sleeping clothes , Tate sat on the edge of the queen - sized bed that he and Daryl would be sharing ; Rick had suggested that their boys , Carl & him , share a room but Tate didn’t like that idea --- Not that he didn’t like Carl or anything , but that didn’t feel safe to him . Daryl was safety personified . He always had been , and always will be .

Alexandria seemed nice , and that was the problem . It seemed too nice . And when things seemed too good to be true , they usually were . He didn’t want to be left alone inside of it’s walls at any point , having trailed on Daryl’s heels the entire day through , petulantly shaking his head each time it was suggested to him that he go and play with the other kids his age .

Tate tucked his hands between his knees , watching as Daryl finished doing ... whatever he was doing . Checking their bags , he thinks , to see if anyone had dug through them while they were out of sight .  “ Are we staying here ??”  He asked , heels propping up against the metal frame underneath the frumpy mattress . It was old , but he’d take a real bed over the ground or inside a car any day of the week .  “ It seems ... I don’t know . Weird . I don’t like having all of these strangers around .”

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The first signs of winter crunched under the footfalls of her weary steps, frost covered the grass, hid the green under a sheen of sparkling white. It would have been beautiful if the reality of it wasn’t so frightening. Winter was coming. The sky above was gray and hazy, low hung clouds blocked out the sun and whatever warmth it would have provided.

The ground cover made it harder to track but Beth still scanned the forest floor for signs of life and signs of death. She hoped to find the former and not the latter. Animal life meant the chance for a full belly, a chance that her daughter wouldn't have to go to sleep hungry.

Beth paused momentarily to fix the scarf wrapped around her daughter's neck and fully zip up the oversized coat she wore. “Keep this up, baby,” She ordered, softly. The last thing they needed was for Briar to get sick. Not when there was no longer a hospital to take her to.

Grady may have had a lot of bad memories attached to it, but it was also the place her daughter had been brought safely into this world, and where she'd been able to grow up without fear of the outside world for the first few years of her life. For that Beth would always be grateful and remorseful for the fall of the hospital.

The sound of scampered steps pulled Beth's attention from her daughter, to scan the trees around them. There was a flash of dark fur in her peripheral vision and she simultaneously pulled her knife from its sheath as she made sure Briar was safely behind her, with her own blade in hand. Beth didn't want the child to use the weapon but she made sure that she knew how, for her own protection.

The two slowly moved towards the creature. Beth hoped it would be a deer and was disappointed when a dog appeared from behind a tree. The creature barked and she back the two of them away from the sharp snap of its teeth.

“Good boy. Sit. Stay.” She ordered, firmly. She didn't want to hurt the dog, it was still seen as a pet to her and not as a source of food, but she would also do what needed to be done if it sought to attack them. More to the point, though, she wanted it to stop barking so it wouldn't bring all the Walkers in the area down on their heads. 

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They had settled on 3 o’clock but Beth had been ready for nearly hours—she blamed it on her NERVES. Blonde hair pulled back into a loose braid and a white sundress clung to her frame. A small smile tugged on her lips as she looked up from her reading nook to see Daryl heading up the driveway. She quickly got up not wanting him to have to come in and make small talk with her parents or Maggie—they could save that for dinner.

The blonde quickly trotted down the steps, tugging on her cowboy boots before making her way outside waiting for him to come down the long driveway.

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        she told him to not go back and leave it be. that six years thought dead was how things should remain because they may not be there. it’s better this way, she said. and while rick knew some truth had been in her words, he couldn’t abandon his home, his family. days turned into weeks, months before he found a part of himself in a rundown store. their back to him bared the angel missing his wing and something tightens around his throat, gun aimed now trembling with uncertainty. why wasn’t he moving? was rick that damn quiet? or was he a walker?  ❝ dar- ❞  his voice cracks and he can’t steady his rapid breaths, the way his heart pounds with fear now. and that’s when the snarling of a dog sounds from behind him. oh.

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“come on, it’ll be fun! you don’t even have to be good at singing, as long as you’re having fun!” she’s trying to persuade daryl to join her on the karaoke dokie stage, and she’s hoping that by using her puppy dog eyes, she’ll be able to talk him into it.