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[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*pulls covers up* Merle was right...

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[life-is-myphone.livejournal.com]

*she knocks on his door, but pokes her head in before he can answer*

Daryl? Are you awake?

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he grunts, and shifts with his back to her. Hate to get mistaken for a walker again... Not that he's sounding much like anything other right now*

[life-is-myphone.livejournal.com]

I thought I heard you talking. *she hesitates at first, but steps in*

Have you eaten?

[digi-punk.livejournal.com]

*Snorts from the door way* That's a little hard to believe.

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

Weren't talking to you.

*his voice is quiet and rough, but clearly pissy*

[digi-punk.livejournal.com]

Just the same.

*She takes a step further into the room.*

You could, you know. Talk to me. If you wanted.

[kept-them-safe.livejournal.com]

*Shane's sitting at the corner of the room, turning his hat in his hands as he ponders about the 'little talk' Rick and him had before. He's pretty much replaying the argument all over again. Spitting out at Rick how things should be done, even if his friend is as deaf as a dead man walking*

*he looks up sharply when Daryl speaks* What'd that, man? *he's already standing, leaning close to see what the injured man needs*

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he didn't realize there was anyone else in the room. He hadn't expected there to be anyone, at least*

You been sure t'check me all over for bite marks yet?

*actually. He's a little worried about the one that was eating his boot. He hurts all over and would have no idea right now*

Opossum feeding... someone is getting fat.

[kept-them-safe.livejournal.com]

*Shane offers a tight, guilty but not ashamed of it, smile* Would be lyin' if I told ya we haven't check for those.

But we guessed that's what you've want. *even if he didn't that wouldn't change matters though* Am I mistaken?

[quickonhisfeet.livejournal.com]

_{[from the doorway.]} What?

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he turns his head to look over his shoulder before turning back and pulling the sheets around him tighter*

Weren't nothing.

[quickonhisfeet.livejournal.com]

Uh... you sure? _{[He eyes Daryl a moment longer before shrugging it off and stepping in quietly.]}

They wanted me to check if you need anything.

[wentthroughhell.livejournal.com]

You honestly think that?

[Leaning against the door frame, he watched the other man for a moment longer. Yes he should have knocked however if Daryl had been resting he didn't want to disturb him. It was more his fault after all for him getting hurt like he had.]

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he turns over in the bed, and stares at Rick. He can still remember what Merle said to him, what he called Daryl, and what he told him to do*

Yeah. He's the only one talks sense.

[wentthroughhell.livejournal.com]

Oh. I see.

[Slowly Rick moved away from the door, remember what Daryl had said to him before Andrea had grazed him. He wasn't bound to forget that for a while. Releasing a breath through his nose, the former Deputy crossed his arms.]

And what sort of sense was he talking? If you want to talk about it that is. Don't have to unless you want, but I'll listen if you do.

[life-is-myphone.livejournal.com]

*she knocks on his door, but pokes her head in before he can answer*

Daryl? Are you awake?

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he grunts, and shifts with his back to her. Hate to get mistaken for a walker again... Not that he's sounding much like anything other right now*

[digi-punk.livejournal.com]

*Snorts from the door way* That's a little hard to believe.

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

Weren't talking to you.

*his voice is quiet and rough, but clearly pissy*

[kept-them-safe.livejournal.com]

*Shane's sitting at the corner of the room, turning his hat in his hands as he ponders about the 'little talk' Rick and him had before. He's pretty much replaying the argument all over again. Spitting out at Rick how things should be done, even if his friend is as deaf as a dead man walking*

*he looks up sharply when Daryl speaks* What'd that, man? *he's already standing, leaning close to see what the injured man needs*

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he didn't realize there was anyone else in the room. He hadn't expected there to be anyone, at least*

You been sure t'check me all over for bite marks yet?

*actually. He's a little worried about the one that was eating his boot. He hurts all over and would have no idea right now*

[quickonhisfeet.livejournal.com]

_{[from the doorway.]} What?

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he turns his head to look over his shoulder before turning back and pulling the sheets around him tighter*

Weren't nothing.

[wentthroughhell.livejournal.com]

You honestly think that?

[Leaning against the door frame, he watched the other man for a moment longer. Yes he should have knocked however if Daryl had been resting he didn't want to disturb him. It was more his fault after all for him getting hurt like he had.]

[arrow-in-ur-ass.livejournal.com]

*he turns over in the bed, and stares at Rick. He can still remember what Merle said to him, what he called Daryl, and what he told him to do*

Yeah. He's the only one talks sense.