[It wasn't over. Daryl had been to the Sanctuary, he'd walked through the halls, and he knew the sheer numbers. If Hilltop and The Kingdom hadn't shown when they did Carl would be dead and so would the rest of them. He'd probably be back in that hole in the wall, Negan didn't just do overkill.
Sasha was just another causality and judging by the look on Negan's face when she came out of the coffin, one he had a mind to barter with. The chance that it was on her terms didn't make it any better. Not to him. Daryl's been dealing with this hell longer than he could remember, but seeing someone you cared about become a skank never got any easier. Not with Sophia, Merle, not with anybody. That was kinda thing that turned your stomach- there wasn't a threshold for it.
It's all the same. Yesterday The Governor, today The Saviors. Tomorrow someone else, maybe the double-cross would give them some answers. If they were lucky they could keep some of the injured long enough to get the truth.
Daryl's got the gun he used to pursue The Saviors still in his lap, and he's placed himself out of the way, squat in the corner of the infirmary to keep an eye on everybody in the middle of recovery. The carving he nabbed off the gate feels like it weighs a ton in his pocket. Truth or not, Dwight had things he had to answer for, and Daryl wasn't really the "enemy of my enemy" type.
Eugene was on the inside, but there wasn't any reaching him. The collateral Alexandria took from the fight needed to be reinforced, and some of the field team from both places were already working on it. The gunfire attracted more walkers than any of them really liked seeing at the gates. Making a move with Dwight seemed like a damn death wish at this point, even with resentment put aside.
Their make-shift medical wing is too quiet than he's comfortable with, especially with his adrenaline spiked. Daryl can almost hear his skin crawling, blood rushing, and the murmur of delicate conversations was drowned out by the thumping of that in his head. He didn't like being involved in that anyway, too vulnerable, and way too uncomfortable. That sort of thing was handled better by the professionals, he's only parked in the corner on the off chance he's needed or protective detail is necessary. The first patrol he went on didn't show anything but aftermath and wreckage.]
i hope this is ok :'(
Sasha was just another causality and judging by the look on Negan's face when she came out of the coffin, one he had a mind to barter with. The chance that it was on her terms didn't make it any better. Not to him. Daryl's been dealing with this hell longer than he could remember, but seeing someone you cared about become a skank never got any easier. Not with Sophia, Merle, not with anybody. That was kinda thing that turned your stomach- there wasn't a threshold for it.
It's all the same. Yesterday The Governor, today The Saviors. Tomorrow someone else, maybe the double-cross would give them some answers. If they were lucky they could keep some of the injured long enough to get the truth.
Daryl's got the gun he used to pursue The Saviors still in his lap, and he's placed himself out of the way, squat in the corner of the infirmary to keep an eye on everybody in the middle of recovery. The carving he nabbed off the gate feels like it weighs a ton in his pocket. Truth or not, Dwight had things he had to answer for, and Daryl wasn't really the "enemy of my enemy" type.
Eugene was on the inside, but there wasn't any reaching him. The collateral Alexandria took from the fight needed to be reinforced, and some of the field team from both places were already working on it. The gunfire attracted more walkers than any of them really liked seeing at the gates. Making a move with Dwight seemed like a damn death wish at this point, even with resentment put aside.
Their make-shift medical wing is too quiet than he's comfortable with, especially with his adrenaline spiked. Daryl can almost hear his skin crawling, blood rushing, and the murmur of delicate conversations was drowned out by the thumping of that in his head. He didn't like being involved in that anyway, too vulnerable, and way too uncomfortable. That sort of thing was handled better by the professionals, he's only parked in the corner on the off chance he's needed or protective detail is necessary. The first patrol he went on didn't show anything but aftermath and wreckage.]