A/N: Alright, so lately I've been coming up with a lot of little short Daryl scenes, and rather than try to fill them with filler (...) I figured I'd post them as drabble pieces. Three to start out with, because that's what I have already, probably more to follow.
Warnings: These are all general, or to be on the safe side, since I'll probably continue to add to this. So for now: Language, violence, the occasional angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing. : ' (
This first one is just how I thought Daryl would've felt when Lori's shooting off at the mouth, telling them all they wouldn't have done any better. Because I was thinking while watching this... why the hell did Rick tell Sophia to run back by herself? Why not just tell her to wait?
I'm 'bout to deck Ms. Olive Oyl right in the teeth if she don't shut her damn mouth. Talkin' 'bout shit she don't even know. How 'none a you' would've gone after Sophia, or done things any different.
I would've. I should've. But I was scoutin' ahead. Lookin' for parts. Wasn't even fuckin' there.
An' yeah, that's on me. But the way she's lookin' at me specifically when she asks if anybody would've done it any different… Challengin' me to tell her she was wrong.
I know what this is. This is her assertin' her dominance over the pack. Rick an' Shane are gone… So she's tryin' to make herself leader of those a us left. Establish some sorta pecking order or some shit.
I don't challenge her. No point in it. If she don't know already, she'll figure out real damn quick that nobody leads me. If it's a good plan, I'll go along with it. But I ain't listenin' to nobody jus' 'cause they got a ego problem, an' think they know best.
An' I would've done different for Sophia. I ain't said nothin', but Rick tellin' her to make her way back to the highway? Shit. Should've just told her to stay hidden where she was. Wouldn't have been more dangerous there than it was with her runnin' 'round the woods with Walkers crawlin' all over. Should've told her to wait there, an' come back for her.
But hell… I would've had her hid, killed those sum bitch walkers right then an' there. Wouldn't a had to leave her. So I ain't the one gotta feel guilty here.
From the glares Ms. Queenie is sendin' me, I think she jus' 'bout got the idea that I don't care who she's sleepin' with, she ain't my leader. I follow her husband 'cause eight times outta ten, he makes a half-way decent choice. An' usually, I'm there to pick up the slack those two other times. But I don't follow him 'cause he's the leader.
She don't seem to realize that it ain't somethin' where Rick jus' waltzed on in, and declared himself King and Lord of all. Nah, he earned our respect –mine anyways –over time. Makin' halfway decent decisions. Hell, I could walk into camp tomorrow, with a plunger on my fuckin' head, and declare myself leader 'til I was blue in the face. Ain't gonna make no bit a difference if people don't wanna follow.
So yeah, maybe I'm a little pissy with the queen bee as we head back to camp. Like it's her God-given right to tell me what I can an' can't, should an' shouldn't do, all 'cause a who's dick she's suckin'.
Gotta admit… All those times she dropped back, wonderin' this, wonderin' that, provin' this point, makin' this speech… Kinda thought 'bout tellin' her to lead us back to the highway if she was so goddamn smart. If she knew so fuckin' much.
An' I really, really thought 'bout jus' lettin' her fall behind.
I'm almost positive I would've even gone back to get her later.
Almost.