She's never showed anybody this, but by the time it was there, there was nobody to show. She thought she'd stick by the area, haunt the place or something grandiose like that, sleeping in the house and biding her time until she ran out of food. Once she decided to move on, this fucker stopped her.
Maybe it's a sign. God is trying to tell her something. She did a terrible thing, and when she tried to leave it, something keeps stopping her. Maybe it's meaningful.
Maybe it's not, and she'll die stupid in the woods. That works, too.
The little shack they were staying in is up ahead. It's a beaten up thing, and there are still a few cars sitting in front of it, all missing tires and engines and spare parts. The shack still has their sleeping bags in it. Most importantly, it still has the little twin mounds at the back of it.
Joan gives it a wide berth, standing on the outskirts. "You're not a complete idiot," she says. "We were staying here." She was going back to it, she realizes, going back out of blind habit before this asshole stopped her. Stopped her again. God, she's a fucking idiot sometimes.
Any other circumstances he'd tease, croon out that she'd never said anything sweeter to him than that. Not a complete idiot. But he's not, either. He'd know what this was-- the broad strokes of it-- if he came by, he just wouldn't know who.
Merle, for all his bravado and his bullshit, he pays attention. She told him she was with family before and she ain't now, it's not rocket science figuring out what she means. The guesses he makes are the usual ones, but he's not ruling out something weirder.
He's seen plenty.
But he's not teasing her. This is about the closest he comes to unequivocal kindness. Family, that's maybe the one thing that means anything to Merle. He gets that. He's sorry to see anyone lose it if they had it.
"That's all of 'em?"
Okay, maybe too blunt and businesslike to be kind, but he wants to know, genuinely. If she's got more folks still out there-- well, that, he understands. And something of it shows in his tone, a little gentler, none of the mocking that's pretty much hardwired into his words.
It's almost a disappointment that he's not being rough on her now. She doesn't want his pity. She definitely doesn't want his gentleness. It feels wrong, so she ignores it.
"The only ones that matter," she says, and points to the larger mound. "I killed him for killing my brother." Her tone is hard. She's never admitted this to anyone, but... well, it's true.
"My father. He was bigger than you." She looks over him with disdain. "So don't give me shit about taking it easy."
She means that as a threat, he figures. It sounds like a threat. Probably she doesn't mean for him to try to make any more of it than just that: I've killed before, I'll do it again.
(And he believes her, though for one reason or another he's not sure he buys that she'll kill him.)
It'd be one thing if she said what he figured happened: they got bit, she took care of it. And it's maybe like that, still, but what she says is what he's got to go by. It don't matter much, if one of 'em was bit, if both of 'em were. What she's saying is simpler, and it's something he understands too goddamn well.
(After all, he'd left because he figured it'd be easier on Daryl, not having the two of them at each other's throats every other night, but if his old man had hurt his brother-- well, he can't swear he'd do the same, but only 'cause time was there were consequences for killing a man. Even then. His temper then was maybe worse than it is now.)
"All right," he drawls evenly. He's guessing that's not quite the reaction she wants: a sort of grudging respect, but not a lick of fear. If she's hoping to send him off, tail between his legs, she'll have to work a lot harder.
"You plannin' to hang around here til you see 'em again?"
He's wrong; it's the reaction she wants, and it's not the one she expects. Winning hurts worse, in a way. The respect means, what, exactly? It means she's a part of this. That she's fallen into the world, his world, the world of petty violence and treachery. No, no, she never fell. She walked, and maybe she was always there. And he's, what, acknowledging it?
She doesn't like it, but it's what she asked for, so she'll just have to suck it up, huh?
"I ain't staying anywhere," she says, and then turns to him. There's still something they haven't finished, here. "You gonna let me go, or you wanna do something dumb?"
The world now ain't so different than it's always been, he thinks. Biters're new but they're not what's dangerous, not really. The dead don't scare him. She doesn't, either, but he'd be a fool if he didn't think she was more dangerous.
People who know that, they're the ones who survive, mostly.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' you, Princess. Told you. Thought I'd take me a nice ol' vacation, go walkin'."
That shit-eating grin is gonna outlive him, honest to God.
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She's never showed anybody this, but by the time it was there, there was nobody to show. She thought she'd stick by the area, haunt the place or something grandiose like that, sleeping in the house and biding her time until she ran out of food. Once she decided to move on, this fucker stopped her.
Maybe it's a sign. God is trying to tell her something. She did a terrible thing, and when she tried to leave it, something keeps stopping her. Maybe it's meaningful.
Maybe it's not, and she'll die stupid in the woods. That works, too.
The little shack they were staying in is up ahead. It's a beaten up thing, and there are still a few cars sitting in front of it, all missing tires and engines and spare parts. The shack still has their sleeping bags in it. Most importantly, it still has the little twin mounds at the back of it.
Joan gives it a wide berth, standing on the outskirts. "You're not a complete idiot," she says. "We were staying here." She was going back to it, she realizes, going back out of blind habit before this asshole stopped her. Stopped her again. God, she's a fucking idiot sometimes.
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Merle, for all his bravado and his bullshit, he pays attention. She told him she was with family before and she ain't now, it's not rocket science figuring out what she means. The guesses he makes are the usual ones, but he's not ruling out something weirder.
He's seen plenty.
But he's not teasing her. This is about the closest he comes to unequivocal kindness. Family, that's maybe the one thing that means anything to Merle. He gets that. He's sorry to see anyone lose it if they had it.
"That's all of 'em?"
Okay, maybe too blunt and businesslike to be kind, but he wants to know, genuinely. If she's got more folks still out there-- well, that, he understands. And something of it shows in his tone, a little gentler, none of the mocking that's pretty much hardwired into his words.
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"The only ones that matter," she says, and points to the larger mound. "I killed him for killing my brother." Her tone is hard. She's never admitted this to anyone, but... well, it's true.
"My father. He was bigger than you." She looks over him with disdain. "So don't give me shit about taking it easy."
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(And he believes her, though for one reason or another he's not sure he buys that she'll kill him.)
It'd be one thing if she said what he figured happened: they got bit, she took care of it. And it's maybe like that, still, but what she says is what he's got to go by. It don't matter much, if one of 'em was bit, if both of 'em were. What she's saying is simpler, and it's something he understands too goddamn well.
(After all, he'd left because he figured it'd be easier on Daryl, not having the two of them at each other's throats every other night, but if his old man had hurt his brother-- well, he can't swear he'd do the same, but only 'cause time was there were consequences for killing a man. Even then. His temper then was maybe worse than it is now.)
"All right," he drawls evenly. He's guessing that's not quite the reaction she wants: a sort of grudging respect, but not a lick of fear. If she's hoping to send him off, tail between his legs, she'll have to work a lot harder.
"You plannin' to hang around here til you see 'em again?"
a billion years later........
She doesn't like it, but it's what she asked for, so she'll just have to suck it up, huh?
"I ain't staying anywhere," she says, and then turns to him. There's still something they haven't finished, here. "You gonna let me go, or you wanna do something dumb?"
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People who know that, they're the ones who survive, mostly.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' you, Princess. Told you. Thought I'd take me a nice ol' vacation, go walkin'."
That shit-eating grin is gonna outlive him, honest to God.
"So, where we goin?"
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"I'm going to get a damn car," she grumbles. "You can go back to Pleasantville with your tail between your legs."
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Standing his ground, he stuffs his hand in his pocket, glances idly around them like they are just out for a pleasant stroll. Might as well be.
"Maybe I wanna see what you find."