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“I don’t know how much more of this I can swallow,” Manya spoke as she walked down the small path. Since the whole thing with Negan happened, there was a tension in the air. Rick, trying to make this a united thing where everyone got along and there were no more troubles. It was the most stupid thing she had ever saw in her entire life, and she saw what the Russian Mob did to people. She would have been gone, the second it was discovered Negan was going to stay alive. She would have packed her shit and just went back to the woods. And that would have been true, but something happened. She met Daryl, her Possum, he made Alexandria home...he was her home. He was truly the only reason why she was even entertaining this whole thing. But the more she stayed, the less her patience was wearing thin.
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“YER’ AN IDIOT.” He’s crouched low to the ground, fingers hovering over snapped twigs & the remnants of footprints as he studies the tracks. “It went that way. We go the other way we’re gon’ run into a walker or somethin’.”
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tony hadn’t meant to startle anybody, he’d not seen anybody for months now so he’d not thought twice when he’d seen the other man in the distance. he’d quickly realised his mistake as soon as their was a cross bow staring him directly in the face.
“woah woah, sorry. i didn’t realise. i’ve not seen anybody in a while, sorry.”
his hands flew up to prove he was unarmed and he took a step back away from the other man to keep his distance. there was no way he wanted to make him feel threatened.
“i got over excited. i’m tony.”
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HEAD RESTS AGAINST THE BANISTER as the scavenger sits on the steps on Barringer House. Paul is quieter than usual, but he’s also enjoying the silence since most have gone off to bed. His gaze fixated on the small fire not far in the distance that is only smoldering now. It’s flicker holding him in a slight trance. Attention is grasped when he hears the slight scuffle of footsteps across the wood planks behind him. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to sneak up on people?” His tone has a slight tiredness to it, but for the most part it’s a playful tone. Paul is almost certain he knows who is standing behind him, but won’t make his guess known. He also just doesn’t bother looking up.
DARYL DIXON . / @theprixrity ♥’d
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The sudden call in the middle of the night doesn’t really surprise him-- he’s been awake for god knows how many hours now, trying not to think about the same stuff he should’ve forgotten at this point because it’s stupid to hold on so many painful memories---- and somehow the distraction is almost expected. He can’t help the anxiety building up within his chest at Daryl’s words though, and he doesn’t even hesitate before grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment in record time. ❝ We talk about it when I get there, ‘kay? ❞
And he knows he drives a bit too fast because he’s at Daryl’s place in five minutes--and well it’s not like he really cares about his own safety nowadays and the thought doesn’t even cross his mind. What matters is Daryl, how he needs support right now and finding the man is surprisingly easy--not that he’s expected anything different, but he still steps closer slowly, crouching next to him to make himself look smaller (as if it was even possible but he gotta try at least). ❝ Hey, bud. You okay? ❞
❛This ‘helpin’ thing yer doin’ s’pointless, lil brother. These people haven’t cooked ya a meal ‘fore, hell they don’t even know ya personally, n’yer savin’ their asses s’if yer their kin.❜
Their most recent incident of people overrun by walkers ended with irritation within the Older Dixon. Coming to a halt, he rested his back against a nearby tree, blue irises watching as Daryl also stopped.
❛Did Officer Rick teach ya tha’, huh?❜
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