Needs, sure. He thinks of the first winter after the farm burned, the hellish struggle to find somewhere secure, the way they lost it. The road, the cannibals, the losses. People have to go without a lot. It threatens to make him resentful, even though he knows it's not this guy's fault. So he just sets it aside, nods, and gestures for him to start walking. Daryl will keep an eye out for more of the dead.
He snips a draping willow tendril before they go, threading it through his fingers as they walk. Idly peeling away the blade-shaped leaves with rough fingers. Eventually,
"You ain't been outside the walls much, huh? Since the turn."
Daryl has his knife out again, casually peeling paper-thin brown bark away from the small tendril, revealing the new offwhite bark beneath. He's quick about it. Probably the kind of person who doesn't have any fear about slicing fingertips off when peeling potatoes.
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Needs, sure. He thinks of the first winter after the farm burned, the hellish struggle to find somewhere secure, the way they lost it. The road, the cannibals, the losses. People have to go without a lot. It threatens to make him resentful, even though he knows it's not this guy's fault. So he just sets it aside, nods, and gestures for him to start walking. Daryl will keep an eye out for more of the dead.
He snips a draping willow tendril before they go, threading it through his fingers as they walk. Idly peeling away the blade-shaped leaves with rough fingers. Eventually,
"You ain't been outside the walls much, huh? Since the turn."
Daryl has his knife out again, casually peeling paper-thin brown bark away from the small tendril, revealing the new offwhite bark beneath. He's quick about it. Probably the kind of person who doesn't have any fear about slicing fingertips off when peeling potatoes.