#;daryl

“No way,” he exclaims -- and he can raise his voice because they just finished clearing this side of the mall. Most of the walkers were already desiccated or sluggish, so they couldn’t put up much of a fight. They were out here on a run, and they both agreed that the mall might have some things they’d need for more than one purpose. Glenn was glad they came here and, most of all, glad to see a relic of the not so distant past. “Daryl, come look.” He walks over some debris left behind from a time when people took everything for survival and made his way to the arcade machine against the wall. He checks it, finds it’s plugged in, sees that it needs tokens to start up again. “We just need some tokens.” He starts looking for some behind the counter, sifting through the shelves until he stumbles on a box of them. “Wanna give this thing a go?” he asks with a grin, holding the box up to show Daryl.

It's probably the most words he's said to her in a single sentence in...well, likely as long as she's known him. Daryl is a man known for more action and few words--she's reminded of what people say about ducks. Floating easily on the water but their feet are just moving a mile a minute underneath it. Her hazel gaze flicks from his, to the ax in his hand, and then to the fallen tree he'd been obliterating. "No, yeah, that's...that's what I said, alright." She replied softly. "I'm just...wondering what the tree did to you."

"Can we go home now?" She asked in a small voice.

"It wouldn't be the first time, and it likely won't be the last." Though Ellie secretly wished it would remain a rare occasion. At the very least that would mean that she was safe and secure someplace, and that there were less injured people to be scared for. "You're in no position to be anywhere else but in bed." She finished rewrapping his wound, her touch careful but knowledgeable, and sat back to examine her work. It would do for now--eventually she would need more bandages, but that was a concern for another time. "You should be good as new in no time with proper rest." Ellie gave him a bit of a pointed look. "Anything further could risk infection and waste perfectly good bandages."

Her fear is so great, that on her w e d d i n g day, she refused to change in the bridal suite because she had spotted a spider on the vanity. She ended up changing into her gown in the hallway of the church.