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𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝙾𝚗𝚎, 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕𝙸𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚜
𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶
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𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙴'𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚅
I looked at Daryl—who was using his rag to clean his arrows—and crouched down next him, putting a hand on his knee, not wanting him to be uncomfortable, even after all the years we've been together.
"Hey." I said, gaining his attention. Daryl glanced down at me, still cleaning his arrows. "Can you try and keep calm when you guys go?" Daryl scoffed. I grabbed his arm, which made him stop. "I'm not saying that you have to. I'm just asking you to at least try?" Daryl bit the inside of his cheek. "Please? For me?" I pouted.
That got Daryl.
"Fine. I'll try." Daryl gave in.
I smiled. That always seems to get him.
"Hey, you coming?" Glenn asked.
"Nope. Staying here." I said before Daryl and I looked at each other. Silently communicating.
We gave each other a look that said, 'if Merle's alive and comes back, we're leaving.'
We could make it on our own.
"We could use the backup." Glenn told me.
"Nah. I'm good."
Glenn nodded.
"Could you throw me a bone here, man? Tell me why. Why risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?" Shane asked.
"Hey. Choose your words more carefully." Daryl and I chorused.
