As secrets go, maybe it's not such a dark one, especially compared to what Carol's carrying. Nothing ever came to pass, but it might have, just as easily as what happened instead. It weighs on him, in its way. Enough that he's kept it. It's a reminder of the man he used to be, someone he's not proud of. It's not just about Merle, which is why Daryl doesn't try to shift the blame.
"Things never go the way we plan," he murmurs. That's not just about him, of course. He shifts a little, neither more nor less uncomfortable than when he started. It's not much but it's what he's got.
"No one knows."
Just him and his brother, which means just him, now. Not even Rick. If anyone ever suspected, they've never asked. He doesn't know what he'd say if they did; whether he'd try to deny it or justify it, downplay his role. That's never been the kind of person Daryl wanted to be, exactly, but he'd gone along willing enough, he hadn't seen other options, until they were all together, running without a destination.
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"Things never go the way we plan," he murmurs. That's not just about him, of course. He shifts a little, neither more nor less uncomfortable than when he started. It's not much but it's what he's got.
"No one knows."
Just him and his brother, which means just him, now. Not even Rick. If anyone ever suspected, they've never asked. He doesn't know what he'd say if they did; whether he'd try to deny it or justify it, downplay his role. That's never been the kind of person Daryl wanted to be, exactly, but he'd gone along willing enough, he hadn't seen other options, until they were all together, running without a destination.