It's a while before Eric lets him make the trip. Aaron would have made it sooner, but things kept getting in the way. The roads are dangerous. They need supplies. He has a black eye and a busted lip. He knows all of it's true, but that doesn't keep him from wanting to make the journey.
He finally convinces Eric to let him go when the cut on his lip goes down. His eye is still blotchy, but it's more yellow than purple, and that's what matters.
In truth, he's come to Hilltop to see Maggie. The need for supplies is less dire, and people are regularly making the journey between their communities. It's an easier trek to make than it was. He wasn't expecting to find Daryl. He was, in truth, never expecting to see Daryl again.
But there he is, carrying a crate of food from one place to another. Aaron runs up to him, would embrace him if he wasn't carrying something. He stops just short of that, a wide smile on his face, to clasp his hand over Daryl's shoulder. "You're here." He barely believes it.
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He finally convinces Eric to let him go when the cut on his lip goes down. His eye is still blotchy, but it's more yellow than purple, and that's what matters.
In truth, he's come to Hilltop to see Maggie. The need for supplies is less dire, and people are regularly making the journey between their communities. It's an easier trek to make than it was. He wasn't expecting to find Daryl. He was, in truth, never expecting to see Daryl again.
But there he is, carrying a crate of food from one place to another. Aaron runs up to him, would embrace him if he wasn't carrying something. He stops just short of that, a wide smile on his face, to clasp his hand over Daryl's shoulder. "You're here." He barely believes it.