"Don't matter," he grunts, about the idea of being 'let'. "They're gonna learn. Like kids eatin' vegetables. Just gotta."
(Shane. Now there's a blast from the past. All that feels like a lifetime ago, like they're being reborn and time moves differently now, children experiencing each hour for days. Daryl had been so jealous-- even if he didn't recognize it as jealousy, for a long time. He's accepted that he has a crush on Rick. He's just, you know. Never going to say anything about it. Ever. Some things are fine just being there on their own without ever getting poked at.)
He snorts at the idea of winning, and throws Rick a glance. "They didn't take our knives or my bow," he says, thoughtful. "Don't see why we can't stash a coupla guns. Emergencies." Daryl wants this to work out and he wants Rick to fucking chill out, but he doesn't have any delusions about this being easy. It's going to be a struggle.
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(Shane. Now there's a blast from the past. All that feels like a lifetime ago, like they're being reborn and time moves differently now, children experiencing each hour for days. Daryl had been so jealous-- even if he didn't recognize it as jealousy, for a long time. He's accepted that he has a crush on Rick. He's just, you know. Never going to say anything about it. Ever. Some things are fine just being there on their own without ever getting poked at.)
He snorts at the idea of winning, and throws Rick a glance. "They didn't take our knives or my bow," he says, thoughtful. "Don't see why we can't stash a coupla guns. Emergencies." Daryl wants this to work out and he wants Rick to fucking chill out, but he doesn't have any delusions about this being easy. It's going to be a struggle.
"It's gonna work."