dadyl: (022: s1)
𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝 𝕕𝕚𝕩𝕠𝕟 ([personal profile] dadyl) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2018-09-20 08:10 am (UTC)

[ Daryl had heard the sound of her slipping around, that wet rubber squeak on tile and metal, and had unslung his crossbow just to be safe as he rounded the aisle. He sure wasn't going to go about his business collecting food until he'd cleared the place, no matter how innocent the sound. A paranoia about walkers would see him doing this for a long time, never quite believing that they're gone.

And a moment later he's lowering the bow, watching a small woman fall flat on her ass with a rather impassive look on his face. If Daryl thinks the whole thing is funny it's not immediately evident, but then--

Half a grin as he shoulders the bow again and takes a few steps forward. ]


Smooth. How 'bout you bring the rest down for me, too? [ He offers a hand up from far enough away that she won't feel crowded by him. He's not huge, but he's tall and rough-looking enough to know his own first impression. As much as he tries to hide it, Daryl's afraid enough of the end of the world himself that he can't imagine what it would feel like for a dainty thing like her. ]

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