ʀɪᴄᴋ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_ringleade793) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog, |
His eyes followed Michonne's face as she formed the words she deemed necessary for the question, ever patient and calm. He was curious as to when she'd ask about the little versions. Rick or Daryl hadn't wanted to overload her too much on the information, giving her only what was necessary in the passing days, letting her put the pieces together in a sanely fashion.
"Yeah, he sure is." Rick nodded in confirmation, a small smirk pulling to his face because he'd grown very fond of his friend's younger self. The attachment and protectiveness he felt towards Daryl automatically carried over to his younger counterpart, and that had only grown with the time he'd spent with him. "If you don't believe by sight then a couple of minutes with him should do. There'll be no questioning, that's Daryl."
The other one could've only been one person. "Me." It was odd to admit it, much less live and work around a younger version of ones self. Rick didn't know how he was doing it and keeping straight headed. Maybe that just stopped awhile ago.
"Richard." He told her, so she would be able to call for either of them and not get confused. It just made things easier, and Rick hadn't gone by that name since he lived in Kentucky. "Another one of the unexplainable awkward things about this place. Drove Daryl mad when he first showed up, eventually Richard did and...I guess I just try to deal with it and not think on it much. They both go between me and Carol to fit our work schedules, Beth's been real helpful with them too. Steadily, so has Daryl."