daryl dixon (gotnewfamily) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-30 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, daryl dixon, glenn rhee |
Who: Daryl Dixon and Glenn Rhee
What: Meeting
Where: Grocery store
When: This weekend
Rating: PG for Daryl’s mouth maybe
Status: Complete
For the most part, Daryl had been hiding from his brother. Merle stressed him out to no end. He should have been used to it by now, but he couldn’t help but get riled up by him. He was the only one who could cause Daryl to react that way. Since he’d been avoiding him like the plague, Daryl had been going to places he didn’t normally go for things. Going way out of his way. Today was the grocery store.
He had his cart and was grabbing things when he saw someone down the aisle. Someone that looked sort of familiar. He was probably staring just a bit too much.
Glenn had been so busy on Red Widow recently that he hadn’t actually been grocery shopping in a while and he was in desperate need of stocking up. His call time wasn’t until later that evening, so Glenn had decided that it was probably a good idea to do some stocking up now before he got too busy again and then was forced to eat only take out. He didn’t think his trainer would appreciate that; especially not if he wanted to do his own stunts on the show.
As he walked down each aisle, he grabbed things he needed and dropped them into his cart. He was in the cereal aisle when he realized someone was watching him and while he was used to being recognized, he couldn’t help but recognize the other man as well. It was entirely possible that it was the same guy he’d talked to on Valarnet who said his name wasn’t Daryl, but at the same time, it was possible that it was. Since the first dream, he’d had one more in which a group of them had gone back into Atlanta to try and get Rick’s guns and while there he’d been taken by a group of guys while Daryl had tried to stop them.
Seeing other guys with his face was bad enough. This was a little different. Because he’d never seen the guy. Daryl didn’t watch television and yet he knew that guy. When he realized that he was being watched, he acted like he wasn’t watching at all. Turning away to find some label really interesting. It was really bad and not very believable. He got a little closer though, but wasn’t sure if he should say something.
Finally he got up the courage and cleared his throat. “Uh.. do I know you?”
So it wasn’t the same guy he’d talked to on Valarnet, which meant there was a good chance that this guy was Daryl from his dreams, “I don’t know. Is your name Daryl Dixon?” He’d already talked to Merle, briefly, so if this guy really was Daryl then that meant that Merle was his brother. Because that’s exactly what the real world needed. Someone like Merle Dixon.
Huh. He even knew Daryl’s name. “Yeah that’s me. You’re uh.. Glenn, right?” This was so weird. Even more weird than a random dog just not leaving his front yard. This was ten times more weird. If he had known that Glenn spoke with Merle, he probably would have apologized. “This is weird.”
Somehow Glenn had a feeling that Daryl didn’t just recognize him from TV. “It kind of is.” Did he dare bring up zombies though? What if Daryl had just seen him on TV and bringing up the dreams would just make him sound crazy? He figured he should at least take a chance, “This is going to sound even weirder, but what does the word Walkers mean to you?”
That word sent a shiver up his spine. Yeah okay this was just weird. Really weird. Maybe he’d seen Glenn on television, but that was definitely not where he remembered him from. “Yeah. The dead coming back to life. And the end of the world. They were eatin everyone..” he shook his head. “Killin people. You.. you remember that?”
Glenn nodded, not sure if he felt relieved that this guy was the Daryl from his dreams or not, because it meant that someone else was having the same dreams he was. Dreams about the Zombie Apocalypse. “How much have you dreamt? The camp outside Atlanta?” He had to at least know that much if he recognized him and all. Even as he asked the question, Glenn realized how absurd this whole situation was; they were talking about a Zombie Apocalypse in the middle of a super market.
Relief was definitely not one of the words he was feeling at the moment, but in a way it was almost like that. Just that he wasn’t crazy and remembered things that other people remembered. “Yeah. Not much. Just that.. and my brother Merle.” Daryl made a face at that. “It was only the one dream though. Haven’t had anything like that since. You?”
“I’ve only had two. And I’ve actually talked to Merle once here actually.” Now that he’d met Merle and Daryl, Glenn wondered if there were others from the dreams in the OC or elsewhere. Not sure why, but suddenly Glenn felt somewhat guilty for the fact that Merle had been left on the roof in Atlanta in the dreams, even if he hadn’t actually been the one to handcuff him to the roof, but he wasn’t sure if Daryl even knew about that.
“Oh.. well fuck, I’m sorry.” Even though he could be as bad as his brother, he knew that in front of uh.. non-white people, that he probably had to automatically apologize for his brother. Not to mention just in general. “Merle’s an asshole.” Which didn’t mean that he wasn’t but still. “You should just ignore him.”
Glenn couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Don’t worry. He didn’t offend me. Can’t let people like that get to me.” He felt like he was safe in saying that, because Daryl didn’t seem to be as attached to Merle in the waking world as he was in the dreams when he found out they had left him in Atlanta. “I’ll be sure to ignore him in the future though.”
Daryl looked a bit relieved that he hadn’t shot off at the mouth. “Oh. Good. He can be uh..y’know..” he shrugged a little and looked over at the stuff on the aisles. Oh. Peanut butter. It didn’t seem like he was bothered by Glenn’s assessment. “Good idea. So.. the dreams are really fucking weird, huh?”
Glenn could have said bigoted, but he didn’t want to go too far since he had only just met Daryl and even if he thought the same thing about his brother, Merle was still, just that, his brother and if pushed, he would probably defend him. “I think when it comes to zombies, pretty fucking weird is an understatement.” He smirked, grabbing a jar of peanut butter for himself.
Sadly he would have been just fine using that word. Daryl tried not to be like Merle, but his upbringing still lingered behind him. Still he would defend him, that was true. He was still his brother, no matter how much he disliked him. No one could be an ass to Daryl but him. Mostly. “All them movin around, eatin people and shit. It’s not right at all. So uh.. what do you do?”
Glenn nodded in agreement, “I wonder if we’ll find out what started it.” The outbreak was all a blur as far as the dreams went. He hadn’t dreamt about the actual outbreak, exactly, but somehow he just knew what it had been like when it started. “Here? I’m an actor. Heard of the show, Black Widow? I’m on the spin off, Red Widow.”
“That’s weird right? Like I had a dream about my childhood and then next thing I know.. zombies. No explanation or any of that shit. It’s fuckin .. crazy.” He shook his head a little. Daryl could say the same. “Oh. huh. I don’t own a tv, but I think I’ve seen posters.”
“Exactly. Apparently I was a pizza delivery guy before the outbreak then suddenly I’m in the camp with everyone else.” It was only a morbid curiosity that had Glenn wondering what was going to happen in future dreams. He hoped to god that he didn’t wind up being killed by a Walker. That was the last thing he wanted to dream about, “Yeah, there’s been some promo shots out recently.”
“Dreams are crazy,” Daryl agreed. He didn’t think that he would ever be one of those people who had the weird dreams, but then things had changed. Christ he hoped one of them wasn’t one where he got torn apart or eaten alive. He did not want to do that at all. Ugh. “That’s cool. So uh.. yeah.”
“They definitely are.” Glenn agreed as a woman pushed past him, practically ramming his cart, “So, this is probably not the best place to talk and I’m sure you’d rather get back to your grocery shopping, but if you wanted to get together sometime and talk about the dreams someplace where we won’t sound quite so crazy to others, I can give you my number.” Glenn didn’t normally give his number out to random people, but he felt that it was okay to do that with Daryl and besides, it would be nice to have someone to talk about the Zombie Apocalypse dreams with.
Damn woman. If he had been alone, he would have given the woman a piece of his mind. People were crazy. “Oh right. Yeah uh.. we should do that. Next time you have one, or next time I do.” Why the hell not? He took down Glenn’s number in his phone (Yes he did have one. Shock.) and then handed over his. “I’ll uh.. see you around.”
Glenn took his phone back after Daryl had inputted his own number and he nodded, “I look forward to hearing from you again. And who knows, maybe someone else from the dreams will find their way to Valarnet and we won’t be the only ones dreaming about zombies.” He said goodbye to Daryl then turned his cart around and headed off to the next aisle, wondering when the next dream would come.