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he's a damned fool, is daryl's first thought. a nauseating sensation of umbrage slithering up his sternum, up, up, until he can feel it on the tip of his tongue. it reminds him of his days back in the trailer park, when the older kids would pick at merle and all he could do was stand back and watch. scrappy, mangy, small. / ... some part of him wished handling people was as easy as hunting was. at least out in the woods, alone, he didn't need to deal with these fucking idiots.
one job. he had one job. stay the fuck still. — and what does he go off and do? tries to be the hero and take on one-too-many gnashing biter-shits. making all the noise feasibly possible while he does so. now daryl's had to pull the operative - equally stubborn, equally vexed - into the nearest office, the door of which barely withholding the six or so walkers now scrambling to get to the fresh meat inside... it's only been fifteen minutes since the struggle and even with his pacing his anger refuses to expel. he supposes being stuck with the one person he could never see eye-to-eye with can do that to a man.
it's the sudden grip on his arm that snaps him from his stupor. jaw set, anger reigniting like a match to a drum of gasoline. it's god's sheer will holding him back that he refrains from swinging at nico's pretty face, giving him something worse than that little scratch now bleeding from his cheek.
"what the hell were ya thinkin'? this some- some goddamn game t'ya?" the words cut from his lips like an arrow, each syllable spit like the longer they stayed in his mouth the more likely they'd eat him whole. "y'er damn lucky i don't just throw y'er sorry ass back out there—"