Any other day - any other time, any other place, Daryl would see Rick walking up to him apart from the others and feel a gentle swell of contentedness. Interesting in itself, given how the first time he met the guy he tried to beat the shit out of him (and ended up in a chokehold for his trouble). How time flies, or some shit like that. Tonight, though. Here. Daryl wishes Rick would just go back inside and not ask.
"S'what we need."
It's the canned party line, but he hopes Rick accepts it. Daryl doesn't know how to explain how he feels about Alexandria-- already the nicest goddamn place he's been within thirty miles of his whole life, packed with houses better than anything he's set foot inside. Rick says 'again', like it's real to him, not an alien planet. These are film sets to Daryl, the shit you see on TV or movies, nothing real. People with less money and shabbier shit than this have slammed doors in his face for a lifetime, and he can feel the wrongness of being here like bugs crawling on his skin.
Well. Maybe that sensation is actual bugs. Who knows. And who knows if this is really what Daryl's upset about or if he's reeling, unable to process losing everyone at the prison (he knew every single name, city of origin, previous occupation, favorite food) and then Beth, blowing that woman's brains out without pausing. He was on the council at the prison, he had his shit together. Didn't he? Or was that just because they were barely getting by, and that's the best he's good for?
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"S'what we need."
It's the canned party line, but he hopes Rick accepts it. Daryl doesn't know how to explain how he feels about Alexandria-- already the nicest goddamn place he's been within thirty miles of his whole life, packed with houses better than anything he's set foot inside. Rick says 'again', like it's real to him, not an alien planet. These are film sets to Daryl, the shit you see on TV or movies, nothing real. People with less money and shabbier shit than this have slammed doors in his face for a lifetime, and he can feel the wrongness of being here like bugs crawling on his skin.
Well. Maybe that sensation is actual bugs. Who knows. And who knows if this is really what Daryl's upset about or if he's reeling, unable to process losing everyone at the prison (he knew every single name, city of origin, previous occupation, favorite food) and then Beth, blowing that woman's brains out without pausing. He was on the council at the prison, he had his shit together. Didn't he? Or was that just because they were barely getting by, and that's the best he's good for?
"Everybody wants it to work out."