"Yes, but yer grandma's about to die."

"Shut the fuck up, Daryl. You're third and last. Like always. Ya always the least of Dixons!!"

|| People hate me so much 😂 even I hate myself.

A loud groan parted Will's brims as Merle threw a bottle at his head. He dropped his gun and soon fell to the ground himself, blacking out.

Will remained on the ground, groaning softly as his eye remained closed.

@VigilantBowman Frances Dixon || thanks! This TL RP is intense.

|| Merle cracks me up

Will opened his eyes after a couple of minutes, a groan killing the quietness in the room as he reached towards the wound on his head.

Will got up and touched the wound on his head before looking at the blood on his hand. "Where's yer mother..." He murmured. "'n tell Merle -

"Why don't ya get yer nasty streetwalkin' foot off me, Lil bitch? Before I lock ya outside, where female dogs belong."

"This is my fuckin' property! Get the fuck out of here, woman!"

"Who the fuck are ya, tryin' to speak up to me, fuckin' cunt." x.com/DevilInLeather…

"Where the hell do all those people come from, Daryl?! Ya couldn't do this on yer own?" Will turned his head to Frances. "Or did you call -

"Ya gonna put up a big mouth now, Fran? Apparently ya son ain't got it from a stranger. Fuck you, Daryl."

Will grumbled a little, wisely choosing to remain silent and he stumbled towards the large arm chair at the fireplace, taking out a cigar.

"Always the same shit with you, Frances... ya can never keep yer shit together..." Will murmured as he stared at the fire.

"Where the fuck 's Daryl... gotta talk to that piece o' shit right now."

@VigilantBowman "I didn't say I wanted ta hear yer crap. I had to tell ya somethin' myself. I don't wanna see ya around yer mother no more."

@VigilantBowman ~ needin' me no more. She's got a big mouth lately and I'm blamin' you. Stay away from her before she gets more false hope."