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GREY KINGSTON
"the two of you gotta eat." rick says, his silverware scraping against his plate.
daryl and i haven't touched our food yet, we've just been staring at our plates in silence, meanwhile rick and carl are halfway through their dinner.
daryl and i have been pissed at each other for three days, maybe four, but what set it off tonight was 10 minutes ago when we both reached for the same cut of meat.
he scoffed, but insisted i take it.
ever since then, a heavy, angry energy lingers between the two of us as we sit side by side at the dining table.
"eat." rick practically begs. "both of you."
i see out of the corner of my eye that carl's movements have slowed at the sound of his father's stern voice.
"man, i'm not eatin' this shit." daryl mumbles.
"why the hell not? it's rabbit, just like we always eat." rick tries to rationalize with him.
"because i'm not gonna eat a rabbit we killed 30 minutes ago on this fine china plate with a silver fuckin' fork!" daryl's voice is coated with annoyance.
"god, here we go again." i mutter.
"you got somethin' to say?" daryl's quick to ask.
"yeah, the fuck is up your ass?"
"grey," rick addresses me.
"the fuck is up my ass?" daryl's voice raises. "i'm thinkin' that maybe if you would've done what i told ya to, follow beth outside and don't stop for nothin', she would still be here!"
"she tried to go back in for you!" i look him dead in the eyes. "i told her to keep going and that i'd go back for you."
"and what'd ya do that for? both of you are too nice for this shit!" he aggressively stands up from his chair, discarding his food from his plate and then throwing it in the sink—it shatters into a bunch of little pieces.
"you were in a house full of walkers by yourself!" i stand up in the same rough manner. "would you rather me have gone with beth and have both of us taken by that car?"
"enough." rick says, pinching the bridge of his noise with his pointer finger and thumb.
"no!" daryl exclaims. "they should've taken me if anythin'! this wasn't supposed to happen. if you two weren't such optimistic college bitches, we'd all still be together!"
"optimistic college bitches?" i practically laugh. "that's what we are for tryn'a save your ass?"
