#triggermxn

             losing the prison... well, that was bad enough.                  but being alone? that's a whole new level of bullshit.                  && does he deserve any of it? no. no he doesn't. he                  supposes he must do somehow, though. the guy in                  the clouds doesn't tend to work without somekind of                  purpose, right? right.

            since then, his coping with the loss of their home was             rivalled && matched by only one thing. that which he             refused to believe was true; and couldn't allow himself             to grieve over or account for. he'd seen the governor             lay into rick like he was nothing but a punch bag, he'd             seen slivers of the red that had painted the grass.he'd             seen michonne's face, when she herself saw she was             too late. carl, when she'd pulled him away, before they             could change anything. he'd seen it all. still; he refuses             to account for it. give himself time to even just think a-             bout it.

                     would rick punish him? for letting them all go?              would he have wanted him to ensure their protection?

                --------rick always knew daryl could never do that.

            as if it stopped his blues bleeding him out, he just             chose not to think about it. now, he survives in a little,             ramshackle campsite. car parts and cans are strung             up on string as barriers. he sits beside a dim fire,             chewing on over-cooked snake.