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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

Daryl's hand caught the nearby tree as he heard the half yelp that came from her as she fell mid-word. He instantly looked back, feeling a tendril of fear wrap around his heart and yank it into his throat as he had the sudden thought that a walker had gotten her. It was instinct driven by inexplicable fear that had his crossbow off of his shoulder and in his other hand before he even noticed what he was doing and his eyes registered what he was seeing. He sighed, relieved and annoyed all in one as he saw that she was not being attacked after all. She had just tripped. Fucking tripped. After he told her so many goddamned times to watch her damn footing when walking through this shit.

He closed his eyes painfully for a moment before he re-shouldered the crossbow. "Get the hell outta here," he said in a strangled voice, but the quiet of the forest allowed his voice to echo, "'fore ya hurt yourself." He opened his eyes to stare at her a moment before he looked away. "Please." And then on he went, unable to stick around to see if she listened or not. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know which option she was going to take.