[ He knows enough, and knows too that it doesn't matter. Maybe it would've mattered some but now-- now, after all these crumbling walls and fires and the things they've seen-- not even a little goddamn bit. When they get back-- he tells himself it's as easy as that, not a question, that he'll get her and they will find the others-- he can't imagine Rick will object.
You can't say what would have been but Daryl wouldn't have taken it easy in any world. Doesn't matter whether he agrees with what she did-- he sure as hell doesn't but he sees it, he's seen enough of how that flu tore through their people to understand why she did it. By habit he rarely argues with Rick but he was fixed to fight on this one before things fell apart. ]
So come back,
[ he says, like it's easy, knowing it's not that easy. But what else is there? Where the hell is she going to go?
If she's running maybe she could run to something rather than away with something.
He means to be calm about this-- the unnatural stillness of this moment could go any way at all, and he doesn't want to be the one to set the tone with rage or hurt or anything-- but he can't help the little crack in his voice on the last word. A word that can't be home because there's no such thing, can't be with us because he won't for a second entertain the notion that us doesn't inherently include her.
But at the same time he can't pretend it's not personal. He's not breaking inside, a little, because he thinks Rick needs her or because she's so good with Judith or because the kids look up to her. Come back to me. Come back with me.]
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Date: 2021-10-22 11:43 am (UTC)You can't say what would have been but Daryl wouldn't have taken it easy in any world. Doesn't matter whether he agrees with what she did-- he sure as hell doesn't but he sees it, he's seen enough of how that flu tore through their people to understand why she did it. By habit he rarely argues with Rick but he was fixed to fight on this one before things fell apart. ]
So come back,
[ he says, like it's easy, knowing it's not that easy. But what else is there? Where the hell is she going to go?
If she's running maybe she could run to something rather than away with something.
He means to be calm about this-- the unnatural stillness of this moment could go any way at all, and he doesn't want to be the one to set the tone with rage or hurt or anything-- but he can't help the little crack in his voice on the last word. A word that can't be home because there's no such thing, can't be with us because he won't for a second entertain the notion that us doesn't inherently include her.
But at the same time he can't pretend it's not personal. He's not breaking inside, a little, because he thinks Rick needs her or because she's so good with Judith or because the kids look up to her. Come back to me. Come back with me.]