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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

"Alright, whatever," Daryl said, too sleepy-drunk to really argue. His shoulder hit the side of the door from his own stumbling than Carol's lack of guidance, but he barely even felt it. Upside of being drunk out of his fucking mind. He wasn't going to argue with her about that shit, mostly because he just wanted to put it all behind him. He had reached out to Rick in an effort to move past it, to stop dwelling on shit that he couldn't change, and to just accept things as they were. Yeah, maybe they weren't aware of everyone's goddamn location at every damn second like they were back home, but that didn't mean shit. Just because they didn't come looking for him like his father, brother, mother never had anytime he disappeared didn't mean that that this was the same. It wasn't. It was all different. Every goddamn little bit of it.

"Hell nah... Glenn and Andrea were the ones pukin' their fuckin' guts out... Dunno how to hold their liquor..." He chuckled as if he'd just told a great joke, the corners of his lips turned up happily.