Daryl couldn't sleep. Having the focused attention of the other male's gaze had made the bowman restless, giving him little to no sleeping. After an hour of trying Daryl had sat up, looking at the other man.
A startled look morphs onto Rick's face before he quirked an eyebrow. "Can't sleep?" The words are blaring compared to the stillness around them.
Daryl gives Rick a look of hesitation, then a weak shrug showing the man his answer. "Use ta loud mouths never shuttin' their mouth." He tries to play it down, turning to move up against a tree.
Feeling the gaze move up and down along his side, Daryl keeps his attention on the world around them. "You don't have to lie. I get it." Rick states after a moment of silence. "I wouldn't trust me either." …show more content…
The number should have been too large, even in this world. Since joining the group at the prison he had started to think that maybe he could live there. Take a break for once-- but he knows that was a lie. Every person who survived this mess had to have done something.
He could leave. The redneck knew if he wanted to leave the prison, now would be the time. With his crossbow in hand-- Rick hadn't stopped him. He knew enough about people that the prison wouldn't last. The Claimers had killed groups like this multiple times. It couldn't be long before the system they had set up would fall.
Yet, the archer was hesitant. He could leave, but that would leave Rick's back open. The man-- still guarded, wasn't who Daryl thought he was. Letting out a low curse, Daryl brings his fingers up to his lips and bites down on a fingernail. He wouldn't just be leaving Rick-- the man that was commanding yet had a soft gaze in his eyes from time to time. He reminded him so much of Joe-- but not at the same time. The commanding tone he could use was a quality Daryl couldn't help but follow. It was engraned into him as a child-- enforcing him to …show more content…
Who cares 'bout me. Jus' brought 'em a buck. Ain't tha' enough?"
Shaking his head, Rick leans back as he watches the other man at work. "You aren't use to it are you? The attention?" The leader doesn't ask it as a question, more as a statement. "You brought 'em a deer. I am thinking a lot of them are gonna start wanting to talk with you."
"Don' need friends." The bowman mutters, taking off a large flab of fur. "Jus' need a bed ta sleep in an' some food."
"You need friends. That is why you came back." Rick states, eyes gleaming with a bit of humor now. "How 'bout I will take you out huntin' again if you at least talk with 5 people-- excluding the regulars."
It is then Daryl looks back up at Rick, giving him a questioning look. "Why do ya care?"
Rick shrugs, "I was wrong 'bout you. Maybe some of the other people are too." His tone is even and kind. It makes Daryl cringe at the thought of reciving them.
"4 Days. I'll talk to 'em but I wanna go huntin' 'gain in 4 days." Daryl gives him a look of disdain, but agrees to the terms. His expression filters slightly, "An' no kids. I ain't gonna talk to none o' them." His words
A startled look morphs onto Rick's face before he quirked an eyebrow. "Can't sleep?" The words are blaring compared to the stillness around them.
Daryl gives Rick a look of hesitation, then a weak shrug showing the man his answer. "Use ta loud mouths never shuttin' their mouth." He tries to play it down, turning to move up against a tree.
Feeling the gaze move up and down along his side, Daryl keeps his attention on the world around them. "You don't have to lie. I get it." Rick states after a moment of silence. "I wouldn't trust me either." …show more content…
The number should have been too large, even in this world. Since joining the group at the prison he had started to think that maybe he could live there. Take a break for once-- but he knows that was a lie. Every person who survived this mess had to have done something.
He could leave. The redneck knew if he wanted to leave the prison, now would be the time. With his crossbow in hand-- Rick hadn't stopped him. He knew enough about people that the prison wouldn't last. The Claimers had killed groups like this multiple times. It couldn't be long before the system they had set up would fall.
Yet, the archer was hesitant. He could leave, but that would leave Rick's back open. The man-- still guarded, wasn't who Daryl thought he was. Letting out a low curse, Daryl brings his fingers up to his lips and bites down on a fingernail. He wouldn't just be leaving Rick-- the man that was commanding yet had a soft gaze in his eyes from time to time. He reminded him so much of Joe-- but not at the same time. The commanding tone he could use was a quality Daryl couldn't help but follow. It was engraned into him as a child-- enforcing him to …show more content…
Who cares 'bout me. Jus' brought 'em a buck. Ain't tha' enough?"
Shaking his head, Rick leans back as he watches the other man at work. "You aren't use to it are you? The attention?" The leader doesn't ask it as a question, more as a statement. "You brought 'em a deer. I am thinking a lot of them are gonna start wanting to talk with you."
"Don' need friends." The bowman mutters, taking off a large flab of fur. "Jus' need a bed ta sleep in an' some food."
"You need friends. That is why you came back." Rick states, eyes gleaming with a bit of humor now. "How 'bout I will take you out huntin' again if you at least talk with 5 people-- excluding the regulars."
It is then Daryl looks back up at Rick, giving him a questioning look. "Why do ya care?"
Rick shrugs, "I was wrong 'bout you. Maybe some of the other people are too." His tone is even and kind. It makes Daryl cringe at the thought of reciving them.
"4 Days. I'll talk to 'em but I wanna go huntin' 'gain in 4 days." Daryl gives him a look of disdain, but agrees to the terms. His expression filters slightly, "An' no kids. I ain't gonna talk to none o' them." His words