Quiet | Daryl Dixon

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  "I'm talkin' with the man in the mirror—"

"I swear to god, you hum another tune, I'm shovin' my foot up yer ass." Daryl quickly snapped. RJ desperately wanted to laugh, but at the same time, she'd been a little annoyed by Dave's singing too.

They were making their way down a road that—from what they had seen—was clear. They were on the lookout for supplies. Dave and Randall's old group had raided most of the stores, but there was no harm in looking.

RJ was most worried about the singing attracting attention, human or walker, and wanted him to keep quiet in case he lured in something that they could not fight off. Her concerns had never made him stop what he was doing, though, so she didn't think that voicing the worry of other threats would even matter to Dave.

"C'mon, man, you know I got a voice." It seemed Dave's favorite way to pass time was annoying Daryl, and Daryl constantly wanted to strangle Dave, but seeing as RJ had made it clear multiple times that killing was still frowned upon, he hadn't followed through . . . yet.

"Well, you definitely have vocal chords."

"Ohhhh!" Randall giggled. "She gotchu, dude!"

"I don't appreciate the attitude, Miss Riley." Since he'd heard RJ's real name, Dave had been on a mission to call her anything but RJ. He simply couldn't fathom the thought of RJ having a normal name that consisted of more than two letters, and now that he had it, he was going to use it.

"It's on the house," RJ assured him. "Now shut up. Both of you."

Dave groaned out some mumbles about being an unappreciated artist, then proceeded to do as he was told. Randall always did as he was told, his shell had yet to reveal who he was and what his true intentions were, but RJ had no reason to believe that he had any reason to cause them harm, at least not yet anyway.

They ended up in front of a convenience store, it seemed to have taken the brunt of the apocalypse's force cosmetically, but the building seemed to still be structurally sound. It was decided that Daryl and Randall would keep watch, considering Daryl was less likely to kill Randall than Dave, which was saying a lot considering the interrogation.

"Y'know, if I was more appreciated I could sing and lure the walkers out."

"Yeah, or—" RJ banged her hand against the window a few times. "I could do that."

"Sure, sure."

Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes. He sent RJ a look that almost said please do something to shut him up, but they both knew anything they tried was pointless. Dave was not known for being the quietest man in the world.

They waited outside for a few minutes and heard nothing from inside, so Daryl stood up from his spot against the wall. "We doin' this?"

The question was two-fold, firstly to get the others attention that it was clear and they could head inside, and the second point was to ask RJ, one last chance for them to get out of this plan and turn back to the farm. She answered with a nod, and a head gesture for Randall and Dave to enter the store after Daryl, so he huffed and walked in, crossbow raised.

"Damn, you'd think there was an earthquake or something," Dave said, rather loudly for the hunter and soldier.

"Keep it down," Daryl hissed.

"If we did that whole tapping the window ritual then why do I have to be quiet?"

"Because he said so, now shut the hell up," RJ snapped in a whisper.