(n.) to find healing by the process of forming scars
"tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."
"why?"
"because nothing about it will change how i feel about you."
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RILEY WALSH WAS GOING TO BE THE REASON DARYL DIXON DIED.
A stupid game to talk about their lives in the middle of an apocalypse? Yeah right.
Their 'I never's took a ridiculous turn when Riley got more drunk to the point her eyes fluttered to stay open. All Daryl could do was watch her say the most absurd things after he had told her he was done with the game.
Riley could then only watch him with careful eyes and a stupid smile that annoyed the hell out of Daryl. She would say random words while she fiddled with her brunette hair and placed it in between her slender fingers.
While she looked at him, Daryl noticed her figure; skinny it surprises him that she hasn't broken like a twig yet. Purple bruises with hints of yellow cover her porcelain arms making her complexion contrast. Whatever she dealt with, it didn't treat her naive spirit nicely. Daryl looks over to the coffee table and sees her Walkman. The music player was very old and looked as if it didn't work anymore.
"You're veryyy pretty Daryl I don't know your middle name Dixon..." Riley begins to slur, catching the man's attention to only see her body arching over the arm rest and her face upside down.
He rolls his eyes, thinking she was pulling shit out of her ass now, "And now you're drunk."
"I am not," Riley giggles obnoxiously, "I'm telling the truth, scouts honor." She holds three fingers in the air while her other hand places over her heart.
Daryl didn't imagine his night being a personal babysitter, it was the last thing he wanted to do. Plus, out of all the people Riley could've asked for company, she had to ask grumpy Daryl Dixon. He wanted anyone else, perhaps Glenn to come into the room and take her out of his hands. She seemed to be so protective over the Korean boy and Glenn was too. Daryl started to become annoyed with all their laughing and talking they did, rubbing their friendship in Daryl's face.
"Daryl a drunk person's word is a- is a sober person's feelings or words or is it thoughts." the girl rambles out, taking a deep breath to finish her sentence, "Whatever the saying is, it is truth and you can't deny it, mister. Oh my gosh, it's like truth serum."
"Just get yer ass back to the room." he commands, getting up from his seat that allows him to tower over her, "Who knows what shit you'll end up in."
Riley lazily throws her body off the couch, slithering down to slumping on the floor. "I don't want to." she pouts, arms folding against her stomach.
"Riley come on." Daryl groans, waiting for her to get up and follow him back to the room but she becomes like a child and stays planted on the floor.
She throws her arms, "You can't make me." she argues with a salty attitude laced in between her words.
"Stop acting like a child and let's go." Daryl commanded once more, lightly kicking the end of her foot and walking off to the doorway.
She watches him, the way his shoulder blades move and the way his back is formed. Riley found Daryl more attractive in her drunken state or rather acknowledge her attraction more than her somber mind would have. Her head racing with intrusive thoughts that were soon bound to overtake her actions, but she doesn't let them. Instead, she stays in her spot.
