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I died. Shit happens. Get over it!

S'not like you ever gave a damn about me until last night. I mean, let's best honest, darlin', almost every conversation you've ever had about me you've always referred to me as "Daryl's merciless, brain dead, white trash brother".

Guess I proved ya wrong, huh?

...anyway, look, I'm not sayin' you should, but if you wanna feel bad for somebody, then feel sorry for my baby brother.

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Hell if I know. Believe it or not, politics aren't exactly my strong suit. [ But it's not like Woodbury, where everyone knows the leader by name and shakes his hand. ] There's a police force, if that says anything. And if you don't like how they're running things, there's a whole stretch of forest and fields you can get yourself lost in, too. [ In fact, if he were there, she'd really prefer that he did get himself lost. Whoops. ]

[ psh! stop lying to yourself, andrea. you know that you'd totally hook up with this hot piece of redneck trash if you had the chance to. ]

Hold up a sec, darlin'. You've lost me. [ he scratches the side of his head and makes a face that's part confused, part intrigued. ] So, what you're sayin' is that you, my brother, and a bunch of other happy campers are all holed up in a nice little city that ain't governed by psychotic piece of a shit? [ pausing, he moves his hand down to his chin. ] What about the biters? Who's keepin' them at bay?

There are none. [ And before he can argue: ] I'm not lying to you. You're pretty hard-pressed to find walkers, around here. It's the one thing we can thank these writers for. [ As opposed to getting pissed at them like she tends to. ]

[ if there aren't any walkers, then it definitely isn't his kind of place. merle's adapted to the way the world is now. he's built to kill and he's good at it, but more importantly, he's enjoys it.

look, he's fucked up, okay? dealwithit.gif ]

Does Daryl like it there?

[ Believe it or not, that's one thing they have in common. Shane's tried to tell her not to bother wasting ammo at the shooting range, but if she goes too long without shooting something, it gets under her skin. I guess there's something about the constant fear of bare-bones survival that changes you. ]

Hard to say.

There's plenty for him to hunt. [ But overall, she's not sure. They don't really talk about that kind of shit. But hey: ] Ask him yourself. [ He's two threads down, as it so happens. ]

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[ ain't that the truth. ]

Maybe I will.

[ turning his head, he spits on the ground, then he plasters a small, slightly forced smile onto his lips before taking a step forward.

trusting people isn't something that merle is very good at, but he cares about his little brother, and if he doesn't get tossed into somarium, then he needs to know that somebody is going to keep an eye on daryl, and andrea is the perfect person to do just that. ]

...listen, contrary to popular belief, I ain't stupid, blondie. I know that you and I aren't friends — and we probably never will be — but I know that you've got a good heart, and you like to doing the right thing, which is why I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you'll keep an eye on my brother for me.

[ And she, of all of them, didn't actually think he was terribly stupid. Maybe that's why he used to make her so nervous. Idiots never make her nervous like Merle did. He was uneducated, sure, but that didn't mean he wasn't damn sharp. The same way Daryl's sharp. In a place like their world turned into, smart wouldn't get you even a fourth as far as being crafty and clever would.

Ether way, she's looking him hard in the eye through most of his speech, wondering what kind of angle he's getting at (there has to be an angle, he just gave her a compliment). As soon as he mentions Daryl though, her expression softens just barely. They aren't friends, and they probably never will be, but she knows what it's like to be the older of two in a dying world. So after a second, she nods slowly. ]

He's not in this alone.

[ his smile becomes a little less forced and a little more genuine. ]

I appreciate that.

[ A hint of her own grin's tugging at the corners of her mouth, because: ] I'm going to get him a crossbow. [ It's a crime that he doesn't have one, really. She'll leave off the part that this crossbow's going to be a 'sorry i'm the one to tell you your brother's dead' gift of sorts. ]

What's wrong with the one I got him?

[ sooo according to wikipedia daryl's first crossbow was given to him by his big brother. how sweet. ]

Did he lose it?

[ if he did then merle is gonna be super pissed. that crossbow was a thing of beauty! ]

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just so i know, am i tagging you in two places right now? been trying to figure that out, lmao

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