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{M} Fancy Meeting you Here...; Tagging Daryl / Mature Content
Topic Started: Jan 27 2012, 02:43 PM (1,047 Views)
Ella Dee
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After a short meeting with Shane he'd offered her a place among the group he was a part of. The first time meeting everyone was awkward to say the least. She'd felt like a stray kitten everyone was scared to pet for fear she would claw their faces off. It seemed as though the group had been... broken down in a way, and Ella wasn't exactly sure why. she dare not ask either, but she too her new home as a blessing even with the long faces that now surrounded her. She was sure she'd figure out what exactly the problem was eventually. Even if she had to resort to asking Shane for details. Though Shane wasn't exactly the familiar face she was looking for, he managed not to rob, rape or kill her thus far, and therefore he deserved at least a bit of her trust.

The following morning however waking up with the new faces, he was the only familiar one among them...so in a way she allowed him to be the familiarity she was hoping for.

Carol seemed to be the worst of the group. she seemed to randomly go off on her own, in tears. A clear sign of recent loss. Ella silently wondered who or what had caused her so much turmoil. However it was none of Ella's business, and if she was meant to know, someone would eventually tell her.

The silence that filled the camp was deafening to some extent, and a little uncomfortable. Ella found herself in need of just getting away from it for a short time. Just so the overwhelming sadness that seemed to fill the air didn't infect her too.

There was talk of Hershel...the man who'd apparently owned the property they were camping on. He'd disappeared somewhere and it seemed to concern the apparent leader of the group, Rick.

The crisp morning air would have been inviting if it weren't so depressing. Therefore Ella had politely mentioned she would be taking a walk around the area hoping she could help find an idea as to whatever it was Rick and his group were looking for.

Apparently she wasn't the only one out looking for things. As mention of someone else with a familiar name was said to also be out on his own. Ella couldn't help but wonder if that familiar name was the same as the man she once knew...but didn't have the guts to press for details on the absent man. It seemed like a bad time for small talk.

So...as she moved through the dense wooded area around the camp she followed signs of recent movement through the leaves on the ground, until the sound of rustling leaves caught her attention. Her head popped up, her eyes scanned the area, and swiftly she reached for one of her throwing knives ready to throw it at whatever it was out in the woods.

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even with everything that had happened in the world, hunting was still the one thing that kept this young man happy. after the end of the world, losing merle, being pretty much the outcast in the group of survivors he was settling with, hunting was the one thing that made him feel like nothing had changed. he can be alone, be one with nature, take his anger out on the animals and if he did manage to kill something, take it back to the group for the women to cook for dinner. which was exactly what he was doing right now. daryl had been out here for almost two days. it was easy to survive for him, fend for himself, eat a squirrel or two if he got hungry but even though he really wanted to stay out here forever, he did have to get back to the group. especially with carol's recent loss of sophia, he really didn't want to leave the woman alone for to long. afterall, since her daughter going missing and finding her turned into a walker locked in the green family's barn, he had grown quite close to the woman - in a non- sexual way of course. carol, well, she was a sort of motherly figure to him. she is kind, caring and compassionate despite having lost her husband and her daughter. he felt sorry for her in a way and he could relate since he himself had lost his brother and his parents to all of this zombie apocalypse shit.
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in the last hour or so he managed to hunt and kill a medium sized deer. that alone will feed the camp for two nights straight. a job well done in his books. and while he felt he could probably hunt down another one, he felt he had been out here long enough and that he really should go back to camp and check in. plus he missed sleeping in a warm bed. while he didn't mind sleeping on the ground, nothing beats have a pillow and a blanket to sleep with. so after he had securely tied the feet of the deer together and propped it over his shoulder in a way that wouldn't let it fall down, he started the long hour or so way back to the camp. and the walk was quite enjoyable. while he was consciously following his trail back the way he came, he often looked up at the sky. with the sun just rising, the sky had a lovely pink and orange tint to it. daryl might not look like someone who enjoyed the simple things in life, but he did; even though he would never admit to something like finding the morning sky beautiful. it would be a blow to his ego and possibly kill his macho image that he tried to uphold.
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and the walk back to the camp didn't actually take as long as he thought it did. either that, or the hour or so walk just flew by with the way he was admiring the surroundings, but whatever it was, he got to a point where he knew that he was almost near the edge of the woodland. which was a good thing since the deer really was starting to get heavy over his shoulder. but he could hear the sound of very quiet and light footsteps ahead of him and the slight rustling of leaves. with how quiet the steps were he wasn't so sure if it was a walker or someone from his group but whatever it was, he crabbed for his hunting knife that was strapped to the side of his shorts and advanced forward quietly until he saw who it was. and it was safe to say daryl stopped in his tracks at the sight of a familiar face. while he hadn't seen ella in what felt like many years, he was still able to recognize her. she looked a little older from this distance but she still had that baby face look to her. but he was surprised to see her here. he didn't actually think she was a live still nevermind here so close to his new home. sticking the knife back into it's holder, he slowly moved forward, a sort of cheeky grin on his face as he stepped out to her side. "you're not gonna stab me with that, are you ella?" he said, raising his eyebrow to the throwing knife in her hand. "because if you do i wont be very happy" he laughed. it was nice to see her again and to see her alive. he had missed her in a sort of way even if he had never really got the chance to properly talk to her since her father used to hover around her whenever he was close by.

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The moment her eyes caught his face she gasped in complete and utter shock. The mention of the name 'Daryl' among her new group mates was a simple hope she had in her that THIS would actually be the Daryl they spoke of. The smile the spread across her face was surprisingly giddy. Like a child in a candy store in fact. She dropped the knife from her grasp, letting it fall to the leaves at her feet as she stared at him still completely lost in his features.

She had been hunting, searching for someone, anyone at all that would be familiar to her. Someone she could trust out her in this hell of a world that it now had become. Someone whom she knew she could prop a cot up next to and not worry about that killing her in the night. Someone...well someone like Daryl.

She bounced on her toes as she nearly squealed at the sound of his voice. The sound of it compared nearly to singing angels it was s so sweet to hear it once again. She knew him well enough to know that tackling him to the ground would be less then pleasant for him. He wasn't one to be touched, or shown too much affection towards, but the sheer joy of seeing him again could not be contained within her.

She ran the distance between them as fast as she could before stopping dead in her track directly in front of him. She smiled at him so fondly that it was nearly a swooning sigh that escaped her slightly panted breath. "Daryl!" Her voice came out in a squeaky crack of total bliss. Her eyes wondered over his figure. The deer slung over his shoulder made him appear as if not a single moment had passed between them. That the apocalypse had never happened. As if everything was just okay again.

She felt the tears well up in her eyes as she stared at him. Appearing weak in front of him was never something she wanted. She envied him for the strength he held within him. The fact that he was able to take so much from his brother, his father, and still be whole and unbroken by any of it.

Without another thought she flung her arms around his waist and rested her face on his shoulder. Sniffling away the tears to hide her moment of weakness. It had knocked him back slightly as her body slammed slightly into his, but not enough to knock the deer free of his shoulder. "Daryl..." She whispered to his dirty tattered flannel shirt.

She quickly withdrew from him enough to smooth his shirt over his chest with an embarrassed blush to her cheeks and a light chuckle. "Sorry." She whispered softly to him knowing it was probably not the greeting he wanted nor expected.
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he wanted to get back to the camp as soon as possible. it's not that the deer is heavy or anything but it was starting to smell, only faintly but something on the deer was starting to irritate his nose. daryl didn't know if it was just the deer staring to decay due to the warmth or if it had released its bowels when he shot it. but whatever it was, the longer he took to get to the camp the worse the smell would get. plus he knew eventually it would get heavy. there was only so long even he could carry a fully grown deer over his shoulder before it started to ache. but he had a feeling that now he had bumped into ella, out of complete coincidence in a completely random place, it would be a few extra minutes before he could be on his merry way again. but then again, now he had bumped into the small female he did want to catch up with her. usually he couldn't give a shit about what people had been up to but ella has always been something different. in a way, the young girl bought the best out in him and while he would flat out deny caring for anyone, there was a small part of him that did care about the girl. just a small bit though. any more and it would kill his ego.
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he should have guessed that she would be excited to see him. part of him wanted to make sure her father wasn't around but then he thought about her being so close to the camp and far away from her home she must be on her own. he hoped so anyway. he really didn't feel like having a staring contest with her over protective father when he's been out in the wild for all this time. but as she came over and stood infront of him for a second, a smile gracing his own lips to show his happiness to see the girl again, he noticed her eyes swelling up with water and a sigh escaped his lungs. he can't be doing with crying girls. it meant giving them a hug to comport them and that is the last thing he wanted to do right now with this deer over his shoulder and having been out in the wild without a wash for all this time. but that didn't stop ella. within seconds, she opened her arms and flung them around him. for a second daryl didn't know what to do except look down at the girl wrapped around his lower stomach but then he gently placed his free hand on her back and gave it a small rub. he was glad to see her and he somewhat wished he was more affectionate than he really was but he hoped that even the small rub on her back let her know that he was glad to see her. he never really had been one good with words, or affection, or anything mushy feely things like that.
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he moved his hand away as she stepped back and he found himself smiling again. what is it about this girl and making him smile? she must be the only person he had ever mat, except his mother of course, that can make him smile a genuine smile. ella did have a charm about her. there was no denying that. "what are yah doing out here in the woods, kiddo? not lost are yah?" he asked, shifting his weight from one leg to the other the deer on his shoulder starting to get a little heavy. "yah know it's not safe, right?" he asked knowing fine well that even in the dense woodland walkers could be hiding around trees or behind thick bushes. he had ran into some trouble being out here but it was nothing major. he partly wanted to ask if by any chance she joined the group of survivors that he was staying with. it would be good if she had. it meant she was safe and he could keep and eye on her. something he didn't want to admit to but he felt better knowing she was safe now that he knew she was alive. "yah father not around?"

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The small gentle pat to her back was not exactly expected, though felt rather comforting coming from Daryl. He was never the type to comfort, or openly display affection. Though Ella had little experience with Daryl out of the watchful eye of her father. His large warm hand on her back felt like nothing she'd felt before. Nothing could have compared. She'd been looking so long for someone who could be trusted, someone she could stand next to and not worry if they knife at his side would soon plunge in her back. Though she hadn't even realized it then, she now knew that all this time, it was this man she'd been searching for. Nobody could ever make her feel as safe as Daryl did.

She felt her cheeks flush with a deep burning red color. She shifted on her feet as she looked up into his smiling eyes. He was as filthy, and rugged as ever, and seemed to be just as protective. She shrugged her shoulders at the mention of danger. She'd made it this long, and though simply by luck alone, he didn't have to know that, "I'm alright." She played it off as it was simply a stroll in the park, and he being such silly to even consider her safety. "I'm here with a group. Shane brought me back. I was in pretty bad shape at the time. Though I'm not sure they've decided to keep me on. I think they're with you. They'd mentioned your name once or twice, but I didn't question it."

At the mention of her father she couldn't help the same nervous look from side to side, as if to check to see if the coast was clear, that she had when her father was actually around. As if she thought he was still right there watching her every move around the man he so openly never trusted. Her eye met Daryl's once again, and with yet another shrug she shook her head, "No. He's not with me." Trying not to show the disappointment in having to say those words. She figured that was enough information fr the time being. It was straight and to the point...and answered his question well enough.

She looked down at his shoes and sighed softly, before looking back up to his eyes. With an unsure look to her eyes, she leaned in closer and softly asked her own questions about his previous attachments, "Merle?" With the single mention of his name, it was her way of asking the exact same question. Was he around? Was he okay?
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he wasn't overly fond of the group he was staying with. yeah, the can make for some decent conversation when he could be bothered to go talk to them and one or two of them made for decent hunting partners but that was about it. as always, daryl preferred to be on his own. his own company was better than being in the company of anyone one else, except for his brother of course but god knows where he is at if he is even still alive. but ella now being part of the group? and shane bought her in? that son of a bitch did something right for once. and knowing ella was safe made him feel somewhat good. he wasn't going to lie and say he thought much about the girl since the outbreak. of course there has been a thought here and there to her whereabouts and her safety but there always have been more pressing matters at hand than to think about people he once new. but he was glad to know she was safe and now part of the group and he made a mental note to keep an eye out on her while she was staying as he didn't trust everyone who was part of the group.
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"yah they are with me. surprised to hear shane bought someone new in. that son of a bitch usually has terrible judgements when it comes to people. don't think he trusts anyone" but then again, ella didn't exactly look like she is dangerous and she looked about as harmful as a butterfly. perhaps shane saw the same thing in her that daryl did, that she seems vulnerable, need looking after, that a world this horrible just isn't for a girl as sweet as her. but then again, that was just daryl's protective side making him see ella in that way. he knows she is quite capable of looking after herself and she must have done pretty well since the outbreak to still be alive now.
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daryl was glad to know that her father wasn't around. he did wonder if he was dead or alive but chances are by the looks of it that he was dead. while that was good for him in a way with now being able to talk to ella without having her father bore holes in the back of his head, he did feel bad for ella. it's horrible loosing a family member. he's lost merle so he knows exactly what it feels like. and just like that ella said the name of his brother and daryl knew exactly what she meant with it. "no idea where he is or if he is still alive. they left on the rooftop of some department store a while back. chained him up like a dog. you can understand when i say i don't trust those son's of bitches because of that" daryl shrugged. he didn't show emotion but deep down he missed his brother. he was the one that bought him up, who taught him everything that he knows. he is the only person he had left and now he is gone too. "let's walk back to camp. this deer is getting heavy on my shoulder"
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Ella nodded and chuckled lightly at his comments about Shane, what little she did know about him, lead her to believe Daryl's words were more then true. "I think Shane's judgment of me was made with the smaller of his two heads," It was quite a colorful reference for her to make, and certainly nothing like anything she'd ever said to Daryl before. She blushed deeply feeling as if her lady like appearance had fallen in one simple sentence. Though Shane was welcoming enough she thought it was for his own reasons. Ones that had far more weight on his attraction the the opposite sex, then his trust in anyone. At the time it meant little to her, she was alone in the world, and he was charming enough, and quite frankly attractive enough. In a time of worse case scenarios, Shane was a very acceptable last resort. However now that she knew Daryl was here Shane was sadly a far more 'last resort' then she liked to admit. She felt bad that she'd batted her lashes at the poor gentleman to get her foot in the door, and the moment her eyes set on Daryl's face...it was all out the window. She hoped Shane didn't look too deeply in that moment. Though he seemed quite busy enough Andrea seemed to be his unofficial, and the strange gazes he often had on Lori almost creeped Ella out at times.

"He has a certain protective vibe to him. I try not to pester the man too much," She said leaving out as much information as possible. Needn't worry Daryl with the trivial thoughts she had on Shane.

Her mouth slowly dropped open as he painted the picture of what had happened to his brother. The shock clearly written on her face. Though Ella was well aware Merle never worked or played well with others, she wasn't sure if that fate was worth anything he'd ever done. She'd never gotten on well with Merle, much rather have kept her distance, for fear he would easily take advantage of her innocent mind. It wouldn't have taken Merle much to completely flabbergast her into a corner and since she was pretty sure the man held no shame...she doubted if it mattered at all to him that she preferred the company of his brother. Better safe then sorry.

"Oh..Daryl, I'm sorry," She spoke lowly, her voice merely above a whisper as if she didn't want him to actually hear it...she knew he didn't want to hear it himself. Though he showed little if any emotion at all, she knew deep down it hurt him. It seemed the only emotion Daryl could ever portray was anger, or rage. No matter what he was feeling deep down inside....rage is what you got outside.

She looked up as he spoke of the deer slung over his shoulder. Her eyes widened as she gasped feeling quite silly for completely forgetting about it. "Oh! Yes...of course, let's go."
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“Well Shane is a dick head.” He sad flatly, not even registering that perhaps just perhaps that wasn’t exactly the thing to say in front of a woman. However this wasn’t like Carol there was no need to attempt to put on heirs to be something he wasn’t.

Then of course that suppressing his natural self for Carol was wreaking havoc on him. He felt like a no good rotten liar. She said she seen something good in him but truth was he knew he was no better than the low down dirty scum that hunted people down on the side of the roads, Hell he even figured his brother was out there looting shit.. Why cause that was what he was doing prior to seeing Dale’s RV and joining the group of people he normally would never speak a civil word to hell this group had colord’s, and he was certain that Shane was a jew you couldn’t have a fucking nose like that and not be apart of the tribe that killed Christ.

Yes that is who he was that is who he had been raised and now here come this here woman thinking that now that she manage to say a few pretty words to him and made him feel good about himself that she could somehow change what he was.

Sadly that is exactly what had been going on here of recently. A lot of changing, and that was Carol’s fault and sooner or later he was going to let her down just like he let everyone down she was no different than his mama and he if didn’t keep promises to his ma than why the hell did he think he could keep a promise to that woman. Hell why the hell was he thinking about that now.. Ohhh yeah Ella.. Yet another woman he would eventually let down.

How if they are the weaker sex is there some many of them running around? Hell Ella was a bit sheltered the it truly amazed him that she had survived when there were stronger women walking around slack jawed lost to that disease.[/i]

Shrugging off the rest of what she said he knew it was better not to pay attention and risk hearing something else that he didn’t need to hear as he knew where that had gotten him so far.. Not looking for her to follow he just turned towards the door and glaring back over his shoulder..

“so your coming?”

Of course it sounded like he didn’t want her too, in all honesty perhaps he didn’t he did better on his own and not looking after others other like Carol and her after all he knew how responsible he could be..
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Ella couldn't help but chuckle at Daryl's assessment of Shane. She didn't think Shane and Daryl would get along, Shane seemed just as pig headed as Daryl in his own over overpoweringly 'protective' ways, and Daryl's over bearing need to avoid such things. She didn't know Daryl well, but she knew him well enough to know he was almost annoyingly pig headed. Ditto with Shane.
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She looked at the deer slung over his shoulder as he made it a point to ignore any more conversation about Merle or her father. She smirked as he looked over his shoulder just enough to ask her if she would follow. As if she was almost in a trance of her own, caught in her own train of thought she snapped out of it, bent down quickly to search the leaves for the throwing knife she'd dropped at the mere sight of him, and retrieved it. She looked up watching him walking away, and quickly ran to catch up with him following like an annoying, adoring little sister. She wondered if that's what she was to him, just annoying, more then likely, though he did make an effort to talk to her when she happened to be around. Which was far more then she could say for most people.
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"Coming," Her smile made her voice ring almost too cheerfully. She cleared her throat immediately as if the cheerfulness in her tone was simply by accident. However she was happy to see Daryl...too happy in fact. Her father would be turning over in his grave...or wherever he was at this point, if he'd seen her like this. She'd be snatched away in an instant, and for a moment there she almost expected that hand to wrap around her arm and yank her away....but it didn't.
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It was almost refreshing that even without her father's looming shadow, there was something left in this world that hadn't changed a bit. Daryl was still hard, rough, cold, and sarcastic. Still stood with his kill slung over his shoulder. Still covered in dirt, and dried blood. Still wondered alone. She scoffed to herself at the sentiment of a man who'd have rolled his eyes if he heard it from her lips. Perhaps she was just being silly.
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She shoved her knife back in his sheath at her thigh, "I'll try not to pester you either." She smiled in his direction before making and effort to physically keep her distance, walking along his side a good 3 foot away to make her point.
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The look of absolute admiration was all to visible for him to see. It was almost impossible to ignore. Honestly he didn't know if there was something more dangerous to him than Carol at this point in time as that woman he thought as his own personal type of Kryptonite.
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Daryl knew that nothing could be more dangerous than hope. Hope was something that made a man think he was something he was not it made him attempt to do things that were fucking impossible. Before that had only landed his ass in a 8 by 10 cement cell, but now fuck now that shit would get him zombified or a fucking buffet.
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He couldn't allow that he would stop that shit here and now.. It was bad enough that Carol set about in deluded illusion that he was noble and good when he fucking failed her in the most grievous way possible. He could accept it from Carol she didn't fucking know him but Ella.. Fuck that Ella knew better, she knew exactly what he was what he was born into and the path he would fucking down, hell that little bitch all but pushed him down it.
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So if that little bitch thought now that Daddy was off somewhere else probably stumbling around in his own shit eating people she thought now is the time to be his friend? Had the shit hit the fan enough where Ella Dee lost her fucking mind and now thought he was the fucking hero type...
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"what the fuck is wrong with you women.. I'm not your fucking hero.. SO if your going to play follow the fucking leader turn your little pretty ass back around and follow Rick.." He winced at once as the words fell from his lips as he did mean them just not meant them to sound so harsh.
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" Sor_________" the apology stuck in his throat as he was never the type to apologize for harsh words hell up till a fucking few nights ago he had thought he was just like his father and the type to hit women.. Carol had taught him other wise..
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Glaring at her he frowned looking down avoiding her glance..." look I think it is best if you just go spend time with Lori.. Stick to your own kind Ella.. We were friends, hell not even that. You want a hero go see the man with the gun and the shiny badge.. " Slinging his deer over his other shoulder he turned back around and continuing on, hoping she would follow reason for once and see he wasn't different than the loser her father said he was. </div><br>

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Ella stood and blinked at him for a moment. Frozen like a deer caught in the head lights as she stared at him. Letting him get all he had to say out without a word. It was as if she held her breath until it was over. She couldn't say she was shocked by the words he spoke. It was in Daryl's true fashion, never held back what he really felt. Never spoke to save face. You could always count on that from Daryl.
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She watched him turn and walk away from her standing frozen in time for a moment as if she had to process the information. She huffed out a frustrated sigh as her arms folded over her chest, "I didn't need savin' then, and I don't now. I managed this long."
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She said it as confidently as she could, but she very well knew it was my luck and chance alone that she had. Maybe he was right...maybe she was barking up the wrong tree. More then likely, but she'd been looking for a familiar face so long that watching it walk away was like watching a dream fade away.
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Her arms fell to her side as she stomped the ground at her feet to catch up to him. "Yeah...we were friends. So quit being such a pain in the ass and deal with it. Rick ain't my friend, none of these people are. I don't know them I don't trust them, but you...I know you. You might be a son of a bitch but I know what to expect." Ella never swore, not once in her whole life had she slung such words as those to anyone. She felt her cheeks flush with the words she spoke as if she were not only ashamed of herself, but felt the rush of rebellion. Then again wasn't that all Daryl ever was? I rush of rebelliousness in her to defy her father and pursue the man he seemed to despise so deeply?
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She made an effort to walk faster then he had, trying to get ahead of him to spin around and walk backwards, forcing him to look at her. "You ain't gettin' rid of me that easy. Whether you like it or not." She nodded her head matter-of-factly like the spoiled child she was. She spun back around on her heels walking in the direction of the camp with her head held high as if she knew she'd won this battle, though she was well aware it was far from over.
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<div style="width: 300; height: 150; overflow: auto; background-color: #3A3120; color: CAAD8F; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 10 px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify;"> He didn’t want her following.. Frankly he felt a little bit of his dinner sour at the sound of her foot falls following his. He thought to himself. Some things don’t fucking change still all tits, no fucking brains… He didn’t want to play the part of a protector and even if she said she didn’t want him too, or could protect herself just fine.. Hell that thought is fucking hilarious. He thought snidely.. His mind quickly pulling up old memories of Ella Dee a right good production highlighting all of Ella Dee’s random acts of attention seeking needy moments he was even quick to recall that those moments came long before she got her fucking tits and became interesting to look at.<p>
He wasn’t in the mood to play her hero, her brother, her dealer, her lover or any of that shit.. Ella Dee was nothing but trouble some girls are nothing but fucking trouble and he knew one when he saw one.. Hell why the fuck did he want to mess with some old fucking flame of the past. She wasn’t even a flame didn’t get fucking far enough to be anything but fucking sparkler.. Fucking teasing bitch.. Her reminded himself sternly nailing one more reason in his already made up mind..<p>
Turning on her he glared.. “ Look little girl…. I’m not doing this shit with you.. You can take your wants and shove them up your fucking ass.. I need a fucking memory of that life like I need a old girlfriend to trail behind me bitching.. Fuck off Ella I’m not interested in rekindling old friendships with little bitches like you.. I need you right now about as much as you needed a fucking boyfriend in the fucking slammer..”


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She stopped in her tracks as she heard his words. Completely shocked by theme entirely. Though Daryl was never one for kind flowery words, he'd never spoken to her quite like that. The closer he got to her the more he pushed her away. As if he were testing to see how much it would take. Though it appears as though time lost between them was far more difficult for him then she'd thought.
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Ella knew what had happened that night. The night Daryl was taken to jail on her account. She never told him what had happened that night. Never had the chance. Her father never went back to Georgia again, even if she wanted to...she knew Daryl didn't want to see her. Not after all that. It was damn clear he blamed her for it. Even now.
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She stared at him still in shock for a moment before folding her arms once again. Her eyes narrowed at him, her lips pressed together it a tight thin line. "So that's it huh? Just because of one night you're gonna toss me away like that? That wasn't my fault." She wanted to yell right back at him. To scream her bloody fool head off at him, but she knew it wouldn't help. Just make it worse.
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She had feelings for him then, enough to defy her father and pursue Daryl. Enough that she would have given up everything if he'd just had let her in. That night was a maker or breaker for them, and clearly it was a breaker. She hadn't the heart to tell him that it was his brother she'd trusted. The one who'd lured her into over dosing on drugs she couldn't name if she tried. Merle was the reason Daryl spent time in prison over her...and she hadn't the heart to tell him she couldn't remember what happened that night.
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It wasn’t my fault.. How many times had he given that excuse in his time.. Hell more than he could count. Once upon a time nothing could be considered his fault. Excuses had been plentiful in his teens and early twenties.<p>
So often he has shifted the blame when it came to stealing money, food, Cars and eventually women.. It was always the same thing It isn’t my fault, yes in his youth the argument came easily to teachers when he was caught cheating or laying out of school they only need the last name Dixon and they had their excuse why he was fucking up. Stealing other guys girls was about the same story..<p>
Not My fault she likes me more.. Learn to fuck a girl properly, and you won’t have that problem..”
<p> Yes there was a time when blame could be shifted, however he had been on the receiving end of it as well eventually the buck stopped and well he was left holding the blame for everyone that one night and he paid the price for it too.. Four years in the county correctional, and the very reason for it all was standing there across from him giving him the same bull shit that he had given so many people prior to her betrayal.<p>
“Yeah.. It’s no one’s fucking fault.. But I’ll tell you what is my fault.. Thinking that you for a minute was worth them four years… You weren’t. Throwing away? Sounds about right mirrors what you did with our friendship the minute I was behind bars. Look I’m not good for you, and you’re not good for me. We had a chance to be something good but we were fooling ourselves.”</div><br>

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It seemed like the more he spoke the harder it was for her to hear the words that spilled from his lips. She shook her head her arms folded over her chest, her nose crinkled with the distaste of what he had to say to her. No matter what she had to say to him it would have hurt him nearly as bad as he'd already hurt her. He acted as if she had a choice in all of this. That she was the one who locked him up and threw away the key. As if she just stood back and let it happened to him. The more she tried to explain to him the harder it was for her to hear his reply. Was it even worth standing here trying to get him to listen to her?
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She scoffed at him once he'd finished his last little bit of annoying hurtful words. She looked away for a moment to keep herself from actually tearing up or simply closing the distance between them and slapping him across his face. Either one would have probably resulted in the same response from Daryl. Disgust in her, complete and total repulsion.
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"You have NO idea what I went through to try to protect you. The things people said, the way I was treated. I told them you had had nothing to do with it and they laughed at me...LAUGHED at me. They said I was just trying to protect you. I did what I had to do to protect YOU." She found that the more she spoke the louder her voice got.
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She took a deep breath and tried to calm down enough to not physically attack him, "You knew I had to go back home. Not to mention I doubt hey would have let me in seeing as you were in jail for possession of the drug that nearly killed me. I COULDN'T see you, and tell me Daryl even if I did...even if I could have, would you have seen me?" She tightened the grip of her fingers at the skin at her elbows to keep her arms cross and not flying at his face.
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She narrowed her eyes at him and leaned in closer with a look of sarcasm, "No? Yeah didn't think so." She stepped color to him her arms unfolded. She didn't get off scott free. She had to deal with humiliation, and ridicule, recovery from a drug overdose, her father never seemed to forgive her for what had happened that night, and neither would Daryl. <p>
Truth was there was a lot about that night she didn't remember....and far to much she did. She was protecting him far more then she wanted to admit...to anyone. If he knew what really happened that night he'd be far more broken then he already was. It wouldn't change a thing. He's still blame her, and he'd hate her even more for letting it happen. She couldn't tell anyone the truth...no matter what happened. Not then...not now.<p>
Her hand rose to his chest where her bony fingers poked at him like a rare steak. "You have no idea what you're talking about. You were behind bars while I busted my butt to try and save you. Yeah I failed... MISERABLY...but I tried. what'd you do?" She balled her fist up and punched at his shoulder with force she didn't realize she had. S much so the deer on his should flopped off and onto the ground. "And all I wanted was to see your face again. HOPING that you felt the same way. I was wrong then, and I could not be more wrong now. I'm sorry I disturbed you in your perfectly little apocalyptic world Daryl. Isn't this all you ever wanted? To run away from the world and forget it ever excited? Hasn't everyone in your life been the monsters to you that they are now. Just waiting to eat you up and spit you out? This is nothing new to you is it? You don't need anyone do you? Well FINE!" She she sniffled back the rush of burning tears in her eyes spun around on her toes taking a few steps away stomping her feet in the dirt before she stopped dead n her tracks turn back around came full force at him and punched him in the nose as hard as she could. The sting of his skull meeting her knuckled overtook her quite quickly. Shaking it off as she backed away in pain.
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