dear_mun | on homelessness

The human heart pumps 70 milliliters of blood with each beat. 7000 liters of blood per day. You're alive. Doing nothing is not an option.

Well. Yeah. But there's a difference between all that just workin' on its own and actually gettin' up and doing somethin'.

[His body seemed to go tense at her words. He then glanced up, eyes glaring along her slightly]

Sure as hell don't see you doin nuthin there, girl.

[ She has to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes, and even then there are trace amounts. ]

That ain't my fault. I'm not the one who's got my foot on the break. Everything's outta my control.

Edited 2014-06-12 12:35 (UTC)

The hell ya complainin for, girl? [He called to her lowly] What the hell is outta control? [He asked, holding up his hands and pointing around them] Don't got my foot on no damn break neither!

Ya don't gotta just sit around on yer ass either, ya could always try gettin up and doin something yerself.

I wasn't even talkin' about you. [ Dammit, Daryl, when are you going to start realizing you aren't the center of the universe, for better or worse? Mostly for worse, all things considered. ] I don't know why you're gettin' so huffy. Last time I tried to do anything on my own, you didn't let me get more than twenty feet from your line of sight.

[Now, now Beth. You should know by now that Daryl is beyond hot headed and he usually gets pretty damn offended with anything you say that he might think you're accusing him of. Which is usually all the damn time]

Cause ya went and hurt yer damn foot! [He muttered, jerking his hand into the direction of the foot she injured]

[ She knows all she has to do is get him to drink moonshine and commit arson and everything will be right as rain. ]

Right, 'cause that was actually my fault.

[Don't go getting more wild and crazy ideas, Beth]

Ya sure as hell weren't a lookin where ya were a goin, now were ya? [He shot back]

[ She is full of wild and crazy ideas. Eating with spoons. WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT? ]

Probably 'cause I was a little fixed on that walker. Where's this comin' from, anyway?

[ You're awfully grumpy, sir. ]

[WOAH, WOAH YOU NEED TO SLOW DOWN RIGHT NOW, LITTLE LADY! ]

[He stops himself, he hadn't really meant to yell. Hell it felt as if he were going out of his damn mind because he knew she wasn't really there. She was just...gone]

I don't know...[He finally mutters]

[He's locked in a storage unit, woman! He's a little on the edge]

[ This is exactly why she didn't want to split up. She knew he'd end up getting himself into trouble without her around to suggest writing thank you notes. Probably mouthing off to someone or eating all their pigs feet. ]

We already had this conversation once. You don't get to go off and start hollerin' at me just 'cause somethin's not sittin' right.

[ Beth is no nonsense. She might be stuck in God knows where with God knows who but some things don't and won't change. ]

[You didn't have much of a choice there, Beth. Daryl wasn't about to let you stay and risk the chance of getting attack by some damn walker or worse! But hell if he knew the outcome before he had you take off without him, he would have just taken the damn chance of having you stay]

Can holler all I want, girl! Not like you can stop me from doin so anyhow.

I ain't the one hollerin'!

[ Yes, you are, Beth. ]

Are so!

[He agrees. Yes, yes you are Beth!]

[ There is a dividing line, here, because she can't just stalk off when he's acting like this, even if she really, really wants to. Her face twists, not like she's about to cry - no more of that - but in obvious frustration. ]

What is it? Huh? What's got you so worried this time around?

[That was something he rather liked. She couldn't just stomp off mid-argument. Then again he couldn't either, damnit!]

Never said I was worried bout nuthin! [He shot back]

[ She just, you know, looks at him. ]

Right.

[And you know he kind of gives her a little look]

Don't start...

Ain't startin' anything. Just callin' you out on your bullshit.

[ Like always. ]

The hell kinda fuckin bullshit ya talk about, girl?

[Better watch yourself there, sunshine]

[ She is about three steps away from being all up in his personal bubble. ]

You don't get to talk to me like that. Not after everything else.

[That hadn't stop her or her little finger before!]

Everything else?

You keep actin' like nothing we went through counted, never even happened. I said it once, and I'll say it again: that's bullshit.

[That gets you a little look, Beth. Well you know...]

Never said it didn't fuckin count! [He hissed back with a wave of his hand] Everythin seemed to be goin damn fine at the end and then you were just....[He stops himself, going silent]

[ 'Damn fine' catches her a little off guard. Because, yeah, they had been going fine, except maybe for that great, hulking chunk of silence that stretched and stretched, and she wonders if she'll ever get to hear the end of that one, but there's nothing to be done about it now. ]

I know. [ She would, after all. ] But you just gotta trust that thing's are gonna work themselves out. There ain't enough room in the world to get upset about it, not anymore.

[He stays silent a little longer, he had never been good with words and what words he did say often offended people from time to time. Fine, all the damn time]

Ya weren't fuck suppose to get kidnapped [He hissed lowly] I was s'ppose to protect ya!

Thought I told you that you aren't actually the center of the universe. [ She grins now, just a little, barely there under the sweep of her eyebrows as they raise a bit. ] You gotta stop blamin' yourself for every little thing.

[He glances down, shaggy hair falling along his forehead and slightly over his eyes]

Ya know damn well it's the truth. I was s'ppose to look after ya and look what went and happened.

[ Nope. That isn't gonna be how things go. Infinitely more tactile than he will ever be, Beth reaches out to touch him on the arm, light. ]

Stop it. Right now, Daryl. You ain't gonna blame yourself for anything involvin' me, and that's just how it's gonna be. I don't care how much you feel like you wanna argue about it.

[He actually surprises himself when he doesn't pull away, even if her touch is light against his skin]

I ain't arguin bout it. Just sayin what happened, somethin I shouldn't have let happen.

Yeah, and maybe I should've been payin' attention to traps on the ground. We all got crosses to bear. [ She gives him a little squeeze, reassuring. ] I don't blame you. You shouldn't blame you either. It'll be alright, in the end.

Easy for ya to say...[He mutters lowly] Ya didn't let me go and get fuckin taken by who knows who, goin who knows fuckin where?

You ever stop and think that maybe I feel just as bad leavin' you behind?

[That comment makes him glance up, eyes falling along her]

Ya didn't have a choice did ya? Last time I checked ya were just gone. Chased that damn car for fuckin miles...

[ Unafraid and not intimidated, she doesn't back down. ]

Maybe not, but that doesn't change anything. I told you I wasn't gonna leave you. I still did it. We both got things that ended up outta our control. We might blame ourselves for them but that doesn't change that it was still outta our control. [ Her hand slips, fingers coming to fold over the back of his hand and press into his palm sideways. ] You were protectin' me, for the record. Things just went to hell the same as they always do.

I told ya to leave [He was quick to correct her] Didn't want nuthin happenin to ya, thought ya would be safer that way. [He glances down again] Didn't think some asshole would just come outta no where and take ya...

[He then glances down slightly at her hand within his own]

You gotta stop. [ She's so incredulous at this point that it almost comes out like a laugh. Beth gives his hand a squeeze, too, and then lets go, crossing her arms. ] Thinkin' like that, it's toxic. There are other people who depend on you. Focus on that. I'm gonna be fine.

[His eyes follow her for a moment, they almost have a rather broken sort of look to them]

I'm gonna find ya [He whispers to her softly] I am...

I know. [ Tone sure of that fact, she's quite for a beat, a little longer, and then she does laugh. ] And good luck to whoever's drivin' that car when you do.

I swear...[He mutters to her lowly] Don't care what it takes, gonna find ya and that bastard better be ready to meet his damn maker! [He added with a soft hiss]

Gonna find you, Carol...[He muttered softly as he looked down again] Soon as I get the hell outta here, I'm comin for ya both. Don't care how long it takes, I'm comin. Ya hear ?

Hard not to when you're shoutin' so loud. [ She's grinning. ]

[He can't help but roll his eyes slightly at her but alright Beth, you might have gotten a little bit of a smirk from him]

Just gettin the point across.

[ There's a smirk on her end, too, though it's nowhere near bordering the type he's so prone to. ]

So you do have faith that some of us are still alive. That's a nice change.

Would hope some of ya are still alive. [He mutters lowly]

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