[ That shadow of a smile isn't nothing. Not quite something, not yet, but Daryl watches it come and go on Gabe's face with a twinge of relief.
Before getting to Hell, Daryl hadn't touched anything harder than a cigarette in a long, long time. Here, it's just part of the deal he's accepted. He'll put up with being tortured and killed and being forced to watch the people he cares about get hurt. Over and over and over. He doesn't exactly have any other choice.
But then he'll have a goddamn drink about it. ]
Which one's yours?
[ They've reached the long, luxury hallway lined with doors, behind one of which Daryl has been forced to stay (or at least leave his things). Carol is in the one next to him. But that's as much as Daryl knows. ]
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[ That shadow of a smile isn't nothing. Not quite something, not yet, but Daryl watches it come and go on Gabe's face with a twinge of relief.
Before getting to Hell, Daryl hadn't touched anything harder than a cigarette in a long, long time. Here, it's just part of the deal he's accepted. He'll put up with being tortured and killed and being forced to watch the people he cares about get hurt. Over and over and over. He doesn't exactly have any other choice.
But then he'll have a goddamn drink about it. ]
Which one's yours?
[ They've reached the long, luxury hallway lined with doors, behind one of which Daryl has been forced to stay (or at least leave his things). Carol is in the one next to him. But that's as much as Daryl knows. ]