Blake [W&G] (notahistorypuff) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-06-17 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, daryl dixon, rick grimes |
Who: Rick and Daryl
What: Meeting up
Where: Their apartment
When: Monday, after Daryl's arrival
Status: Ongoing
Rating: General, swearing likely
Daryl felt a small twinge of guilt over the fact he'd met up with Jo at the bar before he'd seen Rick face to face. Rick should have been first priority, and even though he tried to justify it to himself that he thought he must be dreaming because this couldn't possibly be real, he knew he should have found Rick first. He should have taken Rick down to the bar with him. Maybe no one had told Rick about the first drink free deal, but either way, Daryl could reasonably assume Rick would be interested in getting a drink.
He was a crap friend, and he knew it. He'd never had a friend before, not really. At least not a friend like Rick. The two had started out wary and uncertain of each other. As that TV spot Jo showed him reminded Daryl, Rick had been a clean cut, by the book Barney Fife kind of cop when they'd met, and Daryl had been little more than a mangy street rat who only cared about himself. They'd both grown and changed with the world around them, to the point that Daryl considered Rick like a brother, especially now that Merle was gone.
And when it came down to it, Daryl left him in the dust, just the way Merle had done to him so many times. It'd be all too easy to beat himself up over it, when what he really needed to do was see Rick, and figure things out, Like where the hell they were, and why. They'd come through something called a Tesseract, whatever the hell that was, assuming it was even real. Daryl still wasn't sure.
He pulled open the bedroom door, wearing only his jeans and a wife beater. He didn't bother with shoes or a proper shirt. He didn't need to dress up for Rick, not after all they'd been through. Besides, they were room mates, so hopefully he wouldn't even have to leave the apartment to find him. He hadn't been in the apartment when Daryl arrived, and Daryl hadn't asked where Rick was when they'd spoken over the network. He'd heard him moving around early in the morning, though, and was pretty sure he was home now.
Stepping out of the room, Daryl had a flash of the prison they'd called home before this. He didn't want to think about that, and instead focused on the room in front of him, eyes scanning automatically for a possible threat, because he'd lived on the edge for so long and some habits were hard to break.