homeless and looking, but apprehensive of season finale

[deerstalks]

Stop thinkin' it's "cool" or whatever the hell words you use inside that head o'yours, 'cause it ain't. Your timing's screwed all to hell; you've got one day to go and this season's all done then, but you couldn't wait that long to set me up in here?

You're fuckin' dumb, is what you are. Anyone could die at any time, I tell you, any damn one of us; there's no guarantees. There's no "safe". Get that through your head, kid.

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I loved your Daryl so much I had to make a Rick account to tag him with /:

[officer_friendly]

Hey, now.

[there's a brief pause and he glances at something over Daryl's shoulder, something not really there but he's focusing on it nonetheless, maybe something he's imagining, or something he hopes for. Then he looks back at Daryl, an intensity on his face]

Let's not talk like that. We're gonna make it out of this. Nobody's going to give up, you hear me?

[he may be a man who just killed his best friend, but he's also a man who can't afford to let hope die]

I have the silliest grin on my face now, thank you. <3

[deerstalks]

Yeah, you say that now.

[It's alright now - and then it's tomorrow and they'll be losing people left and right again. Dale was right, and he was right too - but now if they were broken before, then what are they now?]

You say that now and then you forget. It ain't about givin' up no more, Sheriff, and it's a damn sad world when I get to be a voice o'reason around here.

you're welcome <3 :'D

[officer_friendly]

And I'll keep saying it. Because it's true. Dale might've been right, about us being broken. But that's just all the more reason to work together. To fix it.

[a pause, and for a moment he remembers what happened with Shane and his expression clouds over briefly. He can't even imagine what Daryl is going to say about THAT. And he still doesn't know where Randall is or what's going to happen. But he can't lose face. Not now. Not like this]

People are gonna die, you're right, it's not something we can change now. But we don't have to think about it. If don't keep thinking that we'll make it through, then there's no reason to even try.

We've got few enough reasons as it is, Daryl.

[deerstalks]

[Like he didn't see that one coming a mile away - Daryl's uneducated, but he's not stupid. Merle would never suffer a retard in anything, that wasn't what Dixons do. He knew that first night at the farm what Shane did, and he understood, sure as the sun rises in the east come morning, it wasn't gonna be the last time that kind of thing was gonna happen.

Not with all the goddamn drama surrounding Shane and Rick and Lori, it wasn't.

Rick's coming from a good place, Daryl gets that. But it doesn't make him as sharp as he should, and maybe it's because he won't.]

That list's gonna keep getting shorter, you know that too. I'm just sayin'.

I'm sorry this is so late! ;-;

[officer_friendly]

But it doesn't have to.

[Rick's voice raises in intensity at that, as though he's trying to convince himself as well as Daryl that it's true, that it could be true, even that it just used to be true. He's clinging desperately to that bit of hope and letting it escape... would mean the end of everything he knows now]

We can just keep trying... keep finding reasons to hang on. I know it's... we're in a world now where things we care about are gonna keep disappearing around us, I know that. But we can find new things to try for... new reasons.

There's always something.

[forourqueen]

Now that's a life philosophy I can get behind.

[deerstalks]

The f—

[Yeah no, okay, but you? There's a crossbow aimed at your face faster than you can say "walker".]

What the hell. 'Sup with your face.

[forourqueen]

[Fucking crossbows =/ He prefers daggers.]

Rot doesn't exactly make you beautiful.

[deerstalks]

[It's quiet, it's efficient, it gets the job done. Deal with it.]

And walkers don't talk. [He'll save his personal wince for actually saying that for later.]

[forourqueen]

[Ranged fighting is for pussies, sir.]

What the hell is a walker?

[deerstalks]

[Preach it to the guys already walking. They said the same thing.]

The hell are you?

[forourqueen]

[No skill, obviously.]

I'm dead. That can't be a surprise to you.

[After all, his lower left arm is just bones and gnawed-off flesh before the hand, and he has a hole in his side big enough to stick your head into.]

I'm a Forsaken. You living call us zombies and undead.

[deerstalks]

[Skill doesn't matter if you're outnumbered a hundred to one.

And see, that's the thing, right - you're dead, you're a geek. Except geeks don't talk, to say the very least. Defeats the whole "very limited brain activity" point, you know?]

Zombie, that's a new one. [He's not dropping the crosshairs, though.] What makes you different?

[forourqueen]

[True, true. Then you cheat and go invisible~

Hey, there's enough of intelligent dead people in his world to be considered a species. Even if they have the brain-eating normal dead guys too.]

Willpower to break free.

[nowastedshots]

At least she waited 'til now for you. Mine decided to set me up back after Sophia got shot. Guess that means we both got some dumb bitch hopin' we somehow make it out of this hellhole alive.

[deerstalks]

[Oh.]

...Fuck me sideways, what the shit.

[His face is all blank, but you can probably tell what he thinks about that.

Sophia.

He could've done more.]

[nowastedshots]

It's a goddamn trip, isn't it?

[he thinks it every night. blames himself he never saw the signs of her being brought back to the farm, it's just another failing]

[deerstalks]

I'm not high, and I didn't hit my head.

How are you here?

[It's like Dale's throwing his words back at him, when he thinks about it - he didn't see it because he didn't want to.

It was more than just about finding her. That's a terrifying thought.]

[nowastedshots]

Damned if I know. Maybe we're dreamin'.

[but it's easier to hide and say he doesn't care anymore than admit what's really bothering him]

[deerstalks]

[Dixons don't do feelings, man.]

Dreamin'.

Must've ate somethin' awful if I'm dreaming 'bout myself, then.

[nowastedshots]

[it's like a motto]

Heh. There's worse shit to dream about, brother.

[deerstalks]

[Merle would be so proud.]

Don't gotta dream them half the time, if wanna be accurate.

[coal]

It doesn't seem to matter. They can bring you back, here.

[deerstalks]

Don't mean I gotta like it. If this kid had any more brain cells in her head, I wouldn't be here in the first place.

[coal]

At least you look like you stand a chance, wherever they decide to take you. ( arrows, fuck yeah. )