𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙸 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇;

[dadyl]

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Daryl Dixon, 53

It's Daryl, say what you gotta say.

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[dadyl]

[ He's never seen that before, her laughing. It's the last thing he's expecting during their first conversation after the void, after their resurrection. He could swear parts of him still hurt.

But there it is. It makes him laugh too. ]

Alright.

[ If she wants to catch some sleep he isn't going to doze, but when Mavis gets comfortable Daryl pulls his legs up and lays out on his back. The ceiling is the safest place to look before he lets his eyes close. A rest won't kill him. ]

But he steals you again, an' he's gettin' punched.

[telepathy]

I will do the punching.

[ she huffs this out. after a beat though, she accepts, ] You can too.

[ just as long as they both understand that it's not on behalf of, not for, not a substitute for her own anger. she needs no representative to act on her behalf. ]