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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

“Woman, what the fuck d’ya think you’re doin’?” Daryl snapped.

Oh, he heard her. Hell, he’d been hearing her for the past twenty minutes. He had just been ignoring the fuck out of her, hoping that she’d get the hint and start heading back. But something about her voice always got to him, so he’d followed her just enough to see her getting way off course. What should have been a straight shot back to the castle had been turned into a confusing curve that would have left her way too damn lost to find her way back. This is why Rick never let people go wandering in the damn woods without him, because they usually didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.

“Are ya tryin’ to get your ass lost?”

Daryl wanted to tell her to get lost more than anything. He wanted to tell her to get the hell out of here and leave him the hell alone, but he had half a fear that she’d take it literally. She’d end up stomping off into the woods, trying to make her way back, and end up on the other damn side of the country or whatever the hell this place was called. Then, he’d have to follow her and find her, and that was all against everything he was trying not to do anymore. He was fucking tired of looking for people. He was tired of looking for little girls, brothers, his people – and none of it meaning jackshit in the end except proving that he was a damn pussy who put way too much faith in his ability to set shit right.

He never had been able to before. Why the hell should he start now?