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GoodEveningClarice
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Rick rose before dawn since he'd hardly been able to sleep. He'd been kept awake by the strangest thoughts. Like trying to describe to himself what Daryl smelled like and then trying to remember what Lori had smelled like and from there his thoughts leaped back and forth between lust and guilt. He wandered out to the garden while it was still dim and set to work at some of the more complex tasks that he wouldn't be able to do with Carl pestering him or Tyreese trampling through or anything like that. He was utterly absorbed, his tired mind finding reprieve from the anticipation of a talk with Daryl. He was nervous as a school boy waiting for an answer from a girl about prom which made him both giddy that he cared so much and agitated with himself that he cared so much. As the sun rose he knew the prison would be waking. Maggie was on duty in the tower with Carl, Carol and Tyreese on perimeter and everyone else free to do other tasks. Rick himself should have been doing something else or teaching someone what Hershel had taught him, but the simple, mind numbing task was exactly what he wanted.
Shane lurked around the cellblock, waiting for Daryl to make his appearance. He wasn't sure why, but something was sitting wrong with him about all of this. He didn't know what he would say to him or what he would do, but he needed a word with the redneck on his own. When the waiting grew to be too much and he'd practically paced tracks in the floor, he poked his head in Daryl's room. He was laying there with his shirt half undone with a dreamy look on his usually calculating face. Shane squinted hard, searching for whatever it was that Rick was attracted to. Daryl was lean like a cat and twice as smart but he couldn't see it. "Mm. 'Morning." He backed off when Daryl shooed at him.
The larger man stood staring at his shoes, grasping for something to say. He could tell Daryl to stay away, but he had little doubt that Rick would seek this out to his conclusion. He could give him the talk his father once gave his sister's love interests. "Now your intentions better be pure with my little Rick or you'll soon meet the business end of my fist" but Rick didn't actually need protection. And maybe that was what was bothering him. If they ended up...together or whatever, where did that leave him?
He flicked his dark eyes at Daryl when he emerged from his cell and for a moment thought of everything he could say. Instead, all he did was offer a slick little smirk. He didn't say a word, just strode away, dodging around Carl when he zipped by with an armful of canned goods. He assumed for supper.
Shane lurked around the cellblock, waiting for Daryl to make his appearance. He wasn't sure why, but something was sitting wrong with him about all of this. He didn't know what he would say to him or what he would do, but he needed a word with the redneck on his own. When the waiting grew to be too much and he'd practically paced tracks in the floor, he poked his head in Daryl's room. He was laying there with his shirt half undone with a dreamy look on his usually calculating face. Shane squinted hard, searching for whatever it was that Rick was attracted to. Daryl was lean like a cat and twice as smart but he couldn't see it. "Mm. 'Morning." He backed off when Daryl shooed at him.
The larger man stood staring at his shoes, grasping for something to say. He could tell Daryl to stay away, but he had little doubt that Rick would seek this out to his conclusion. He could give him the talk his father once gave his sister's love interests. "Now your intentions better be pure with my little Rick or you'll soon meet the business end of my fist" but Rick didn't actually need protection. And maybe that was what was bothering him. If they ended up...together or whatever, where did that leave him?
He flicked his dark eyes at Daryl when he emerged from his cell and for a moment thought of everything he could say. Instead, all he did was offer a slick little smirk. He didn't say a word, just strode away, dodging around Carl when he zipped by with an armful of canned goods. He assumed for supper.