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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

Those words stopped Daryl in his tracks, and he spun around to round on Carol. His eyes were dark with emotion and sharp with anger, anger that he was directing at her right now, appropriately or not. He wasn't even taking the time to figure it out. He was just feeling it and throwing those feelings forward.

"Listen here, Tina Turner," he spat out, practically in her face. They had been here before; oh, they had definitely been here before. But he wasn't going to thin about that right now. "Don't ya talk to me 'bout givin' up! I looked for your lil' girl every damn day! I took a bullet and an arrow for her! You were the one sittin' on your ass, not even helpin', and givin' up! I was in the city all damn night, lookin' for your ass! I was the one that didn't sleep 'till I heard from ya! Don't talk to me 'bout givin' up." He sucked in a sharp breath. "Just 'cause I'm sick and tired of sittin' 'round, only bein' call 'pon when ya'll need shit, don't mean ya get to put this on me. I'm not your damn dog, yours or Rick's. Ya'll can find yourselves a new damn henchmen."