#drowsily

The Walking Dead - 100 words - Daryl/Rick

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Alexandria sucked; the people, noise, pretentiousness.

Hunting was a respite from the chaos of 'civilized' life.

Coming home was the only thing better than leaving, toeing between his family as they slept, settling between Glenn and Maggie and Abe and Rosita, pressing his cold nose to Rick's throat, feeling Carl burrow against his side.

Maggie turned just enough to throw him half of her blanket, Abe grunted a greeting, Rick sighed into his dirty hair. Carol turned to smile a true smile at him, not the mask she wore for outsiders.

Daryl hated Alexandria, at least his family was there.

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"Blus?" Ross repeats in a questioning manner.

"Yes, Bluss. Jon's comin' tomorrow, and we can't be all fuckin' sleepy and shit dude."

"Y-Yeah you guys go get the sleep, I need to finish this.." Danny starts, very drowsily. "This song.." He yawns and lays his head down on the desk.

"Ross, you should be the one to sleep in the guestroom."

"WHAT? WH-"

"Awgh shut it. The Guest Room's not bad, really. Now if I sent you to the other guest room-"

"YEAH I GET IT!" Ross says, walking away towards the guest room.