Sorry this took so long, Hopefully this and the next chapter will be enough to tide ya'll over. :P
My apologies to Peeta2 for not updating Goodbye Ed. The Last few days have been weird.
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Next chapters will be fishing line, if you have any other items for Daryl to be knologable on. Lemmy know!
Thanks for reading!
Hannah
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Rick's got honor." Daryl had said to her.
But did he? Did he have honor?
This dictatorship (or Rick-tatorship, as Sophia had taken to calling it behind grown-up's backs ) wasn't gonna work... or was it? Lord knew Daryl didn't wanna be the leader. He could hardly take care of himself, how the hell was he supposed to take care of a whole group'a whiney bastards.
''You're not a burden.'' He mumbled in Carol's ear as he threw his longer sleeved flanal shirt and vest over her waist as she lay curled up with her head on one of his saddle bags. For some reason he felt the need to express this to her.
"You're only a burden if ya let yourself be one." She watched him with her doe like eyes as he sat himself down near her.
The bones in his hips made an odd cracking noise as he settled into the earth.
"ewww." Sophia giggled from where she lay near Carol's head wrapped up in the Cherokee blanket.
"Oh hush." He chided. "I'm old."
"How old?" She asked, peeking her head up over the blanket.
"Old as a fart in a jar Teddy Dunchamp done made." He groused, thumbs tucked into his arm pits.
"Ew Daryl." Glenn commented as Hershel chuckled.
"I'm old 'nough to be yo' Daddy, Glenn. I can be disgusting if I like." He chuckled slightly as he took a deep breath of cold Georgia air, letting it fill his lungs and reach his toes.
"I didn't know eight year old had kids." Maggie said lightly.
"You never been too far up in the mountains have ya?" He asked, cracking eyelid.
"And I'da been twenty one and a half the day your Momma lay with your Daddy."
Glenn scratched his head. "Nevermind. You are old."
Daryl simply huffed, ignoring the smirk on Carol's lips.
Things were quiet for a while.
The only noises that of T-Dogs foot steps as he walked the wall and the crackling of the fire.
"Justa 'possum" Daryl rolled his eyes as the whole camp jumped at a noise in the distance.
"How you know?" Beth whispered.
"Been following her. She just left that tree over there." Daryl commented, pointing to the left.
"Your eyes have been closed!" Sophia chided him.
"And how'd you know that? Seein' as yours were supposed to be as well." He raised brow at her.
"Couldn't sleep..." she mumbled.
"Hum...'sides." He shifted. "I can see farther in the dark with my eyes closed than when they're open."
"That doesn't make any sense." Lori commented confusedly from where she sat with her body wrapped around a soundly sleeping Carl. (Damn kid could sleep through a hurricane)
"To y'all maybe."
"You're weird." Sophia sang softly as she lifted his arm so she could crawl up on his lap. Daryl cracked an eyelid and raised a brow and lifted his arms for her but said nothing as she settled against his thighs.
It was a strange sensation, to have a human being on his legs. To be that close and him not have to expect sharp pain or distinct sexual pleasure.
It made him sick sometimes to think that the closest he ever came in contact with another human being was to be beaten or fucked. And even then it was usually in the same span of time.
"You're cold." Whispered Sophia.
"Nah." He wiggled his nose as he closed his eyes again as momma opossum poked at her young where they lay under a bush ten feet away.
"You've got goosebumps.'' She said with a huff as she sat back up, her finger tracing down his goosefleshed arm. She looked down at the blanket she'd wrapped around herself then back up at Daryl.
"Can I have your knife?'' She asked, chewing on her bottom lip.
"No." He said before he could stop himself.
"But you may use it.'' He unsheathed the buck knife from his hip and handed it to her pommel first.
She took it with a look of irritation, the sort of look you gave when faced with a grumpy English Teacher.
She looked slightly frightened of it for a moment before she squared her shoulders and spread out the blanket on her lap.
Carol was watching the two anxiously. Daryl looked at her if to say 'lay back down. I won't let her chop off an arm.'
With a quick movement Sophia cut a length of the blanket down the center and made a satisfied noise in the back of her throat.
She handed the knife back to Daryl, being careful of the blade and handing it pommel first just as he had.
He sheithed it and watched with hidden amused curiosity and an 'oomph' as she stood up on her knees-
(Managing to kneel right atop his manhood in the process) and pulled the blanket-now-poncho over his head.
"There. Now we're both covered." She told him after she'd settled against his thighs once more.
He let out a snort, but was thankful for the warmth any how.
After a bit of wiggling one of his hands settled under his belt while the other came to rest upon her forehead.
"o s da su no e, tsi-ga-li:-li" was the noise he made softly as he let sleep and warmth take over him.
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o s da su no e,
tsi-ga-li:-li
Roughly "goodnight, Chickadee" in Cherokee
(online Source)