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"Ye ain't comin with me." Daryl tells you, as he slings his crossbow over his shoulder.
Placing your hands on your hips you raise an eyebrow, "And why the hell not Dixon?"
He looks at me with a stern look, "Get more done without you in my way."
He says it low and he knows it comes out a bit more hurtful than he intended, but it is the truth.
"Wow," Crossing your arms over your chest you shake your head at the stubborn man in front of you. "guess I was in your way when I helped you carry that deer back. And when I helped stich you up after Andrea shot ya."
"Oh and I was defiantly in the way when I went out to help find your stupid brother that was handcuffed to a roof!" You tell at him.
Daryl steps towards you, "You better watch your mouth, sunshine."
"You don't scare me Dixon, so threaten all you want." Stepping towards him so close that you can smell the scent of sweat and line. Even a few tones of cigarette smoke on his jacket.
"I'm comin with you."
A/N: simple yet I like this. Thought I'd post an update after my productive day of watching Norman Reedus Interviews😂
