(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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WHEN THE WORLD FOUND ITS DOOM, Daryl Dixon was one of the few who was prepared. More like built for it. Having success in tracking and hunting, a skill from his youth.
Daryl would be going into the new world with his brother, Merle Dixon. Even when Merle was a bit of a dick to Daryl he had promised himself to stick by his side no matter the consequences. He wasn't the most ideal brother, but it was better than nothing.
Merle was all Daryl had left.
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DARYL DIXON
For Daryl being with people felt... cramped.
Out on your own makes you forget how to act with civilization. It felt like Daryl had to watch his every step or else he'd step on someone's fingers. Everyone rests right next to each other that it felt like the air could only be free around open spaces, which was limited. The whole woods to themselves and they picked a small circle.
Merle told Daryl to act nice, but the two had different definitions of nice. One day Merle's trying to kill people over a lighter and the next he's acting as if he's the pope of Rome. Daryl didn't even know why Merle took the offer from Shane.
Or was it Shawn?
But sleeping on the outskirts made it a little bit more livable. Daryl just wished the group could keep their voices to a minimum, no talking, which was rare.
Especially from Riley, the girl who put them in this shitty situation.
God, she could talk as if her life depended on it.
Always talking about how music ended with Fleetwood Mac or how horror movies had lost its touch. He couldn't get away from her voice, it followed him everywhere. Whether it be when he lay in bed or ate his food, she had to be there.
Not only her, but everyone else. The only place he could escape was going out into the woods. Rarely anyone ventured out, with the exception of supply runs.
Today Daryl decided to go hunting, the weather wasn't too bad plus he didn't want to be trap at camp for too long or else people's heads were about to go flying. His bag was packed, and his crossbow loaded. Daryl makes his way to the woods, following a visible path leading him out.
Five minutes into his walk and she gets in his way.
Riley is running, trying to get her chores over with, so she doesn't see Daryl in time until she's running into him and dropping her bucket of berries she picked, spilling on the ground.
"Just great!" she whines, her eyes falling to her foot then trailing up to Daryl's own, sending a scowl into his direction.
"Aye watch where you're going," he grumbles, fixing the strap of his bag.
