“I’m just trying to help you.”
❀  RP starters: Concern.  ||  accepting  ❀
     “Yeah you are,” Daryl grumbled, anger steadily rising. “You know, this wouldn’t’ve happened if you hadn’t run off! I told yer to stay!” Great, he was pissed now. He’d tried to keep a level head but that wasn’t happening no more. Not a chance. This girl was just driving him crazy. Why was he stuck babysitting her again? Let Rick worry about her, or Maggie. She was her damn sister, wasn’t she? Why’d she have to go with him?
This had been supposed to be a simple supply run, in and out without a fuss or nothing, and they’d all split up, covering more ground because supplies were low. He didn’t know why he’d agreed to take Beth. Maybe he’d figured he could show her a thing or two about huntin’ while they were at it, but shit, if that was how Merle had felt looking out for him, he suddenly felt some real sympathy for his jackass of a brother, and that was one rare fucking miracle for the history books right there.
“Just leave it!” Daryl jerked his arm away so she couldn’t keep prodding, twisting his upper body abruptly while he did. It made him groan, further agitating the wound. He’d slashed his side pretty good chasing after Beth, running into a couple of walkers that had forced him to retreat and trip and stumble into a broken shelf. He was still bleeding and it hurt like a bitch, but he’d be damned if he let her get a good look at it now. “It’s fine. Let’s go!”