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( chapter two ! ) - 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬
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Daryl got back to the farm later.
And although he didn't come with Sophia in clutch, he didn't come empty handed either—Robin's bow was still hanging from his right shoulder.
He found her sitting on the porch behind the house, wrapped in a dark gray blanket to shield her from the dropping temperature while she sipped on a hot drink in a mug, which had World's Best Brother written on it. A few strands of her dark hair blew in the wind but that didn't seem to bother her. All she seemed to care about was her bow.
"Look what I got," Daryl announced jestingly, holding up the weapon.
The corners of his mouth quirked up at seeing how her eyes narrowed. She set the mug down and removed the blanket from around her shoulders, leaving her in just a black tank top. She stomped down the stairs and ripped the bow from his grasp. Without so much as a 'thank you' she spun back around.
"You're welcome," the slightly older man grumbled, rolling his eyes at her.
Robin scoffed. Without regarding him again, she walked back up the stairs and bent down to pick up the blanket and tuck it under her arm. Steam rose from the mug when she clamped her hand around it. "Screw you," she mumbled under her breath.
Daryl cocked a brow. "You wish."
At that, Robin spun around, looking angry. He couldn't understand why because it was just a bow and he had given it back. And nothing had happened to it. Still, she looked like she wanted to punch him. Daryl couldn't help but grin at noticing that.
"You are insufferable," Robin spat, moving toward the door behind her.
"Oh, no." Daryl clutched his heart dramatically, pretending to be hurt by her words. "Don't hurt my feelings like that."
He dropped his hand away from his chest and rolled his eyes—he could not care less what Robin thought of him. Surely, Rick didn't want them to stay here forever. And even if he did, Daryl didn't. Either way, he wasn't going to be here for long, so he didn't need to make a friend of anyone, especially the woman who had shot arrows at him and had called it target practice.
