A dozen. Only a dozen. Shit, when did Rick get so damn cocky? Whatever. Wasn’t like he could ever control the guy. Twelve walkers weren’t that bad, but Rick’s overconfidence? That’s what’s gonna get ‘em KILLED one fucking day.    

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❛❛  Yer a crazy sonovabitch.  ❜❜   Daryl grumbles, but hey- there wasn’t any other option. 

❛❛  Let’s fuckin’ go.  ❜❜  There’s an evident weight of reluctance to his tone, but Daryl marches forward anyway, kicking down the wood holding the door closed, letting a mess of walkers flood in like angry wasps from a hornet’s nest. 

 

if you shoot me again

"I've never... never eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony. Never got nothing from Santa Claus. Never relied on anyone for protection before. Hell, I don't think I've ever relied on anyone for anything".

you best pray

ind. sel. pri rp blog for Daryl Dixon from AMC's The Walkig Dead, canon divergent and heavily based on headcanons.
adored by Lyns.

I'm dead

EST 08.22.17
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