@swordette is just the same as ever.
How long had it even been? Months now, surely. The season had changed. That odd... other state he’d been in had passed. Time ticked forward, and yet Daryl remained transfixed in the same place as ever. Helpless mourning, desperate searching. Longing for people and places he could no longer see or exist in the presence of. Life moved on, and yet the last Dixon remained stubbornly fixed in the same place as ever. He wandered the streets like a specter, a man and his dog, two strangers in a world they didn’t belong.
Or so he’d thought, until tired eyes caught a familiar sight. An old, worn hat and a flannel. Carl? No, it couldn’t be. He stood, stunned in fear even as Dog rushed forward to the familiar figure. When they - when she - turned, it was all Daryl could do to keep from breaking down on the spot. Judith. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek as he approached, unsure where to even begin. “Hay little Ass-kicker.” He managed, a small smirk turning up his lips. What could he say? What should he do? Was she here alone? How long had she been here while he hid away, so desperate for solitude? “I... It’s good t’ see ya.”
