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Daryl Dixon ([personal profile] worn_wings) wrote in [community profile] what_wings_dare 2014-10-16 01:45 pm (UTC)

Hey, Carol’s always been luckier on that count than most, not everyone gets backrubs for their recoil bruises. He makes an honest effort not to shy away from their people, they’re family; a friendly pound on the back, a bump of the shoulder, even that kind of vague affection, he’s not used to it. Needing anyone, he was always taught that made you weak. It’s not true, but it’s a tough lesson to unlearn.

It’s an unexpected answer and it makes him smile, just a little curve of his lips, most of the expression in his eyes. Surprisingly, he doesn’t much miss most of the distractions of his old life-- maybe because he had little else-- but at least that’s more fun than what he expected.

“Nothin’ comes through on the t.v.s,” he says. Yeah, he’s checked, he was curious. Being in a place with all these creature comforts he’s poked at just about everything, with a weird mix of nostalgia and fascination at how much he used to take for granted. “Maybe they got a stash somewhere.”

Imagine, they could have a bad movie night, camp out under a blanket. How weirdly normal would that be?

(Possibly enough to set them into a panic, let’s be real, here.)

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