[@peachschnxpps.] As he searched for one, he couldn't help but stare; those eyes of hers... Or, maybe /her/ in general. (...)

[@peachschnxpps.] "Knew I had one somewhere..." He commented as he passed one to her. Slowly, he turned to grab more sticks and twigs.

[Rick Grimes.] He glanced towards Sasha; those dogs and what she had done... "......" Daryl kept his trap shut. (...)

[Rick Grimes.] She was slowly but surely becoming a danger to them — the group... Daryl would leave that for Rick, however. (...)

[Rick Grimes.] He gave a nod towards Rick and headed towards the barn.

[@AmicableAndrea.] "She's twelve!? What do you expect? She prob'ly got scared!" He snapped. That came out harsher then he planned. (...)

[@AmicableAndrea.] "... I can head out later, check around s'me more." He added in a low tone. Daryl would've went out later anyway. (...)

[@AmicableAndrea.] He hadn't commented on what Andrea told him... He wasn't going to.

[Carol Peletier.] He grumbled and brushed back some drenched, overgrown locks that were now far over due for a cut... (...)

[Carol Peletier.] He glanced around to be sure /everyone/ was here and accounted for. Sure enough, everyone was! Carol included. (...)

[Carol Peletier.] Instead of her, he focused on a new task at hand, creating a fire... Cold... Wet. That's what they were. (...)

[Carol Peletier.] This storm wasn't bringing back that warm weather anytime soon. So... Daryl searched for scrap twigs and paper; anything.

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[Carol Peletier.] Carol's hand was enough to make Daryl jump as he turned, eyes wide. "Hn." He grunted as he saw /her/. (...)

[Carol Peletier.] He was alone, though not anymore, and he knew by that look of hers that she was here for something in particular. (...)

[Carol Peletier.] The group was asleep or most were close to sleep; they were alone. "Wha's wrong?" He added a moment later, nervous.

[Carol Peletier.] Why? What was she?... Oh. Daryl had stolen a glance at his 'mark'. "......" For a moment there was silence. (...)

[Carol Peletier.] He had /no/ answer to that question. "... Needed an outlet..." He mumbled. The man averted his gaze. (...)

[Carol Peletier.] He was ashamed at what he had done; he couldn't look at her, no... "......" Daryl looked everywhere but /her/.

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