Without a doubt, Rick knew Daryl had a point and he nodded his head in reply, not wanting to bring more attention now with the door open and a few lingering stares coming their way. He offered a faint smile, letting Daryl walk off before he moved into the living room to help distribute the food and join in the conversations bouncing around the place. Mostly, hopeful chatter but still weariness over what could possibly happen.
Afterwards, everyone started to turn in, stretching out sleeping bags, blankets and the like; a vast improvement over former sleeping conditions. Minus, perhaps the prison but not everyone enjoyed being in cells but they all had a little more control then.
Drifting upstairs, Rick checked in on Carl and then Judy, making sure they were both okay and Carl didn't have plans to sneak out again or land in anymore trouble. They couldn't show their colors too soon when they needed a form of trust first. Twenty or so minutes later, Rick stepped out from his own shower, eyes drifting over towards the Constable uniform as he pulled on new clothes to sleep in. Deena offered Michonne a similar position and he should have felt pleased by it but he felt more on edge instead. It felt too much like playing house and pretending the world hadn't in fact ended.
Tearing his eyes away, he settled into bed, tossing and turning over and over. "Shit," Rick groaned out, slipping from the bed carefully to make his way to the kitchen to get some water and sit outside. Being indoors rattled him for some reason and he didn't want to think too long on why. With glass in hand, he sat down beside Daryl. "Deena asked Michonne and I to be constables," Rick remarked, taking a slow sip of the water. "These people don't have any idea what they're doin'," he continued with a shake of his head. "Might have to take over before they destroy it." Planning a takeover seemed rather harsh all things considered but what other chance would they have with a place with WALLS? "Before they get too cautious of us."
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Afterwards, everyone started to turn in, stretching out sleeping bags, blankets and the like; a vast improvement over former sleeping conditions. Minus, perhaps the prison but not everyone enjoyed being in cells but they all had a little more control then.
Drifting upstairs, Rick checked in on Carl and then Judy, making sure they were both okay and Carl didn't have plans to sneak out again or land in anymore trouble. They couldn't show their colors too soon when they needed a form of trust first. Twenty or so minutes later, Rick stepped out from his own shower, eyes drifting over towards the Constable uniform as he pulled on new clothes to sleep in. Deena offered Michonne a similar position and he should have felt pleased by it but he felt more on edge instead. It felt too much like playing house and pretending the world hadn't in fact ended.
Tearing his eyes away, he settled into bed, tossing and turning over and over. "Shit," Rick groaned out, slipping from the bed carefully to make his way to the kitchen to get some water and sit outside. Being indoors rattled him for some reason and he didn't want to think too long on why. With glass in hand, he sat down beside Daryl. "Deena asked Michonne and I to be constables," Rick remarked, taking a slow sip of the water. "These people don't have any idea what they're doin'," he continued with a shake of his head. "Might have to take over before they destroy it." Planning a takeover seemed rather harsh all things considered but what other chance would they have with a place with WALLS? "Before they get too cautious of us."
His play nice routine didn't last too long.