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Y/N, flipping through a French dictionary while walking with Daryl: We’re in France. You need to learn something useful.

Daryl: Fuck off. Y’can learn it an’ I’ll be the muscle.

Y/N, huffing and then smirking as her eyes land on something specific on the page: One phrase, Daryl. Just one.

Daryl, growling: Fine but make sure s’useful.

Y/N: Try Je t'aime.

Daryl: Easy. Je t'aime. S’that mean?

Y/N, looking as serious as possible: It means “drop your weapons.”

-five minutes later-

Daryl raising the old gun he’d found towards two strangers: Je t'aime!

Strangers: …

Y/N, absolutely cackling: Oh my God!

Daryl: That don’t mean wha’cha said it did, does it?

Y/N: Relax. They’re too confused to aim at us now.