A/N (this thing has been stacked so long in my docs I almost forgot about it)
Daryl was just coming back from Aaron's house, where they talked through their plans on next week's five-to-ten-days-long run. Thoughts went on taking Merle along, since the man was being overly problematic right from the day team family walked through the gate of Alexandria; he needed to be taken out from time to time, before the tension between original residents and the older Dixon grew unbearable.
Damn, you, Merle.
The younger brother spotted Rick and Michonne talking to Deanna right next to their shared house. Two of them wearing those stupid Alexandria constable-shit uniforms. Their expressions serious, but also a feeling of a frustrated tiredness could be spotted lingering on their faces, as Rick was nodding solemnly at Deanna's words.
Daryl knew, what was going on.
"Mr Dixon, i'm glad you're here!"
Of course this was about it.
He approached the three, nodding at the older woman. Quickly sweeping eyes of his friends, he noticed the thing he was looking for.
"'S 'bout him again, right?" He made sure, even though he knew the answer. Look on Rick's face said it all. Again.
Daryl scoffed, rolled his eyes around and sighed being all done. He'd been less of a responsibility to Merle as his younger brother than the older one were regarding their current situation.
Like a freaking baby.
"Goddamnit, Merle."
A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know how you feel about it. More to come only if I find my will to write, lol. :)