< the bedroom again. He wasn't really sleepy, but he also wasn't up to being awake. It was confusing due to how Daryl >@stealingit>

<felt, but he also tried to just keep going the best he could. "If I did try and eat; probably wouldn't stay down.." His shrug >@stealingit>

< came into play though, stopping in his tracks. "They did 'lot.." was all he whispered, frowning a bit. [@stealingit]

Daryl just let his eyes fall on @stealingit who was now standing infront of him. Blue hues rolling a bit, but not in a bad way. Just in >

< a way where he didn't want to talk about it, but he needed to. "What's t'talk 'bout?" Was all the redneck murmured to @stealingit. >

< Slowly he let his eyes fall to the ground with a heavy sigh. "I.. Maggie has to blame me. It was my fault that Glenn was >@stealingit>

< killed. I punched Negan, I wanted him t' kill me. Gonna sacrifice m'self for m'family, bu' it didn't go tha' way.." Daryl >@stealingit>

< sighed hard while letting his orbs peel open. "It's all m'fault." [@stealingit]

His body shifted some, glaring to @stealingit suddenly when he said what he had. "I can't talk t'her. Can't look at her. 'Cause if I do >

< then I could probably see th'pain, th'hate, th'blame in her eyes. I can't take tha'.." His sigh heavy, watching as the >@stealingit>

< shorter male got closer to him. His arm just went around his side in complete silence. "She told ya? Then ya wouldn't be >@stealingit>

< oushin' it. Everyone is better off without me." Was all he grumbled, glaring silently down at @stealingit. His blue spheres basically >

< connected with @stealingit's icy hues. "Killin' Negan won't make what happened any better.."

Silence started to echo between the two, shaking his head some after a few minutes. What @stealingit said was bothersome because he >

< had went through so much, mentally and physically the past few weeks. It was hard to not blame himself, and hard to believe >@stealingit>

< that he wasn't hated. He had to be. "Go fuck yaself." He glared angrily at @stealingit, starting to shove past him. His body shifted, >

< falling back onto the bed he was getting to sleep in that night. If he slept at all. "Leave me be." Was all he murmured. [@stealingit]

Daryl didn't hate @stealingit at all, but he wasn't one to always want to take the truth due to how people have used it against him. It >

< was just a lot to really deal with, and he wanted to just not deal with it. He couldn't sleep though, he couldn't relax, >@stealingit>

< he couldn't do anything, but finally he shut his eyes, whispering to @stealingit. "I hate m'self.." Daryl had never told anyone that.