uselessredneck
“Fuck that.” It’s sneered. He doesn’t take orders from anybody, especially not some–
“Th’fuck’re you?” he holds the shovel like a weapon, in defense, braced against his thigh. She doesn’t look like she could cause a lot of damage, but Daryl’s no fool.
"What are you...” Ava immediately stepped back when she saw him lift the shovel. It took her by surprise- she hasn’t been threatened in a long time.
“I’m Ava. My job is to collect food,” she said, keeping an eye on the shovel. “I’m sorry-- I didn’t mean to upset you.”











