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“ oh lord, he’s somewhere between a hangman’s knot, and three mouths to feed there wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose he did what he had to do he was raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone “

#PROMO TRAIN;;

he had a lot of practice. but he keeps it to himself, thinking of all the times he’d dealt with weapons. that had been long before the apocalypse hit, and he merely nods, grateful she doesn’t ask any questions.

she throws him off guard, and he takes a step back, feet shifting as he picks at the skin of his nail with the same hand. it was like she was tryin’ to be — ma again. and it just made him angry.

“ no. “ to be fair, he didn’t sleep much ever. never did before either.

“ not too WORDY today. “

then again, pattie never knew daryl to be much for talking. heart to hearts and all that. at least, not with her.

the woman glances back to the weapon returned to her grasp, suddenly quite interested with it once again. it’d be nice if they could just -- BE, for once. if they could stand more than a few feet apart without this terrible, awkward thickness hanging in the air. but that day seems likely to never come.

“ m’not gonna make ya talk to me, mind. “

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the boy bathed in the sun, tasted the georgia wind and wore it like cologne. the woods was his HARBOR, a safe place from the unspeakable actions that took place in this broken home. daryl walked alone, most days accompanied by his shadow that refused to leave him be. an innocent aura, yet not absent of bitterness .&. anger.

the boy listened to his mother – perhaps fear of the unknown or ‘cause he had nothin’ BETTER to do – feet shuffling as the ends of his RAGGED black jeans drug the old wooden floors. with a roll of his brilliant hued eyes, daryl sauntered into the bathroom before turning the faucet and allowing the water to pool into it. once soap was acquired, daryl began to scrub the grime into the warm water. drawing his hands to his face, the boy ran his palms across his rough skin.

“ so. . . where did ya go GALLIVANTIN’ off to t’day ? “

not that pattie minded much; daryl going off on his own. better than being here, or followin’ merle around. that was SURE FIRE way to fall in with the wrong crowd.

as the boy retreats to the bathroom to make himself a bit more PRESENTABLE at the request of his mother, pattie takes to the stove to make the adolescent a plate of-- well, it’s meat and potatos, really. gravy. probably squirrel. she really should start labelling the meat the boys bring home . . .

“ good thing ya came home when ya did -- m’about t’take my meds, and i wouldn’t’a heard ya come in, after that. “

#littledixon ;;#v; pre ;;

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‘ yes ma’am. ’

daryl was no stranger to the common used JOKE that near played alike a broken record. the boy – as per usual – was littered with dirt and grime.

“ jesus h. CHRIST, boy, i bet them pants would stand up on their own -- “

even with all her fussing, pattie has grown TERRIBLY accustomed to the muck of dixon men. the stench of the woods and the soft georgia earth seemed to follow them around somethin ‘ awful --

but she couldn’t very well go complaining about it to will. if she wanted to keep all her teeth. and with merle out of the house more often than not, these days, it only left daryl. and he wasn’t one to give LIP.

“ hope’n ya don’t think yer’ gonna sit at my table like THAT. go on in and clean yerself up some; get any dirtier, might not be able T’RECOGNIZE ya. “

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littledixon ;;

“ close that DOOR behind ya, now -- it’s lettin’ all th’cold air out. “

a precious COMMODITY in the georgia summer, you know.

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#ooc ;;

he’d been keeping his distance, still not sure what to do about her. her. he couldn’t call her anything else. not yet. that bitterness still sat heavy on his shoulders, coloring his memories. but when he’d walked by, intent on avoiding her, he couldn’t help but glance her way. snared by long forgotten habits. and he caught her hands shaking, dropping the weapon that she held.

( to help or walk away? )

she called his name and there was no escaping the way her voice brought back unwanted memories. and he still couldn’t say no.

he stepped over and took the piece from her hands, careful to keep from contact, and proceeds to clean the weapon in one fluid motion. thorough but quick. he set the pieces in front of her carefully.

“ there. “

“ well, yer a helluva lot better at that than me. thank ya. “

picking up the pieces quickly, pattie gives them a quick once over more out of CURIOSITY than anything. and she ALMOST tries to make conversation by asking who taught him to be so good at it --

probably merle. or his PA. and neither of those answers would bring about pleasant small talk.

“ -- did ya sleep last night ? “

typical ma NAGGING.

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