[ Trust is a strange thing. Daryl realized, very late in life, that he'd never actually experienced it until a year and change into the apocalypse— not from either direction. Sitting in the dark with a flashlight, reading a book about adult survivors of childhood abuse, slowly sorting things out in his head. He trusts a few people in his family (his real one, not his blood one), and he knows they trust him, and it's been staggering to be in his 40s and experiencing an ordinary human emotion for the first time.
She's smart to stay on her toes. Keep people at an observable distance, and watch out for herself. You never know. Hell, Daryl doesn't know with her, even. His placid demeanor doesn't mean he'd ever be shocked if she pulled a knife on him.
No one's predictable. Humans are animals. That's just life. ]
Yeah. [ Unless the blood thing turns out to be a daily gig. That it looks clear so far is no promise it won't take an abrupt turn sometime. ] For now, at least.
[ It's the 80s, it can't be that hard to hustle a place to stay and undocumented income to make it work. He was a teen in the 80s, just beginning to learn about the outside world past the dregs of Appalachia, getting his first shitty tattoos, but he remembers it well as the last throes of truly easy layperson criminality. Interesting. ]
We should all make sure we talk, probably. Case some shit happens to one of us.
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She's smart to stay on her toes. Keep people at an observable distance, and watch out for herself. You never know. Hell, Daryl doesn't know with her, even. His placid demeanor doesn't mean he'd ever be shocked if she pulled a knife on him.
No one's predictable. Humans are animals. That's just life. ]
Yeah. [ Unless the blood thing turns out to be a daily gig. That it looks clear so far is no promise it won't take an abrupt turn sometime. ] For now, at least.
[ It's the 80s, it can't be that hard to hustle a place to stay and undocumented income to make it work. He was a teen in the 80s, just beginning to learn about the outside world past the dregs of Appalachia, getting his first shitty tattoos, but he remembers it well as the last throes of truly easy layperson criminality. Interesting. ]
We should all make sure we talk, probably. Case some shit happens to one of us.