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[Morning after this thread.]

[She wakes slowly, light streaming in the large picture window and warming her face. She's not entirely ready to wake up yet because she's comfortable and relaxed, more so than she can remember feeling in the recent past. It takes her a moment to realize she's not in her bed and also that she isn't alone. She glances over her shoulder to see Daryl there, sprawled out and still asleep and she relaxes once more, exhaling slowly.

She stares at the window, listens intently for any noises that signal trouble, be it walkers or the kind she's come to dread even more: trouble from fellow humans. The latter have proven to be more dangerous nearly every single time.

Herself included. Familiar dread settles into her chest and she struggles to push it away. There isn't time for that now. For guilt or self-loathing. Leaving in the first place had been wrong. A mistake. The latest of many. She can't waste more time dwelling on any of it even if she can't seem to stop once she gets started.

There is so much at stake.

Glenn and Abraham and Sasha were all dead, and it's a matter of time before that count rises. She believes in this group and has for a long time now, but Negan has the numbers. Which means they're going to have to use every single ounce of wit, every able-bodied person to fight for their freedom. For their lives. They're going to have to pull out all the stops, exploit every single weakness in the other group, and fight dirty.

Fortunately she knows a thing or two about that. But for now, she stays still because she wants Daryl to get as much rest as he can. He needs to be strong for what's coming. They both do.]

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He lets her rest against him for a moment before his arms move to wrap around her small, slender frame. He keeps her close against him, her body warm against his own, he gives a small nod of his head at her words.

"It wasn't nothin" he mumbles. "Ya wanted to learn, I didn't mind helpin."

"You're a good man," she murmurs. And she knows he doesn't hear that as much as he should. She wants that for him: for him to hear it all the time, to accept it as truth even though she knows he doesn't. Not yet, anyway. Maybe one day.

Daryl didn't view himself as a good man, he never really had. It was sometimes rather hard to hear and it took some getting use to. He sure didn't feel like one now, not after all the death and loss.

"Yer good too" he mumers back.

If he only knew, he definitely wouldn't be saying that. She squeezes her eyes shut more tightly, trying to will away the tears she feels building. When she's sure they're not going to fall, she opens them again and reluctantly pulls away from him. She almost makes a comment about how far he's come since they first met in the quarry. Almost reminds him of the time early on when he'd flinch or glare anytime someone touched him. He really has come a long way.

"Why don't you go get cleaned up? Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

He allowes her to pull back as she wishes, his eyes falling along her as she did so. It was a wonder both of them were still standing with what they've both been through, what they've been forced to do.

He gives her a little nod before he moved to go do just that.

A little while later, she hears his feet on the stairs. The casserole is set out on the counter, hot and fresh from the oven, and Carol's set the table with two plates, two glasses of water, and silverware.

She's standing at the sink, staring out the window, shoulders tense. Some of the others are already outside, talking, working, preparing. She hasn't really talked to anyone but Daryl since she returned to Alexandria, and she's not sure what the reactions will be when they see her.

She turns to look at him. "I think we're going to need to go on a run to the Kingdom for food."

His eyes fall along her as he reaches the kitchen once again. He knew she was in deep thought, that she was still struggling with this all. That's one of the reasons he had lied to her in the first place.

A war was coming, a major war. They both were very aware of that.

He had moved towards the table, eyes falling along her once again as he nodded.

"Yeah, good has been low here for awhile but we've been able to gather what we can. I'll go with ya, I'm sure everyone will be safe here for now."

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