[The transmission switches to audio, and lets out a long crash of static for about two minutes. Then it clears, and the sound of a bird call can be heard over the quiet rush of wind through the trees.]
Lalo sits in dumbfounded silence for a minute or two as he tries to make sense of what is happening here. He considers that this might be this person's language, but that makes no sense. The walkies translate automatically.
Unless this person is doing this shit on purpose.
Clearly the only way forward is to be completely obnoxious back.
There's a knocking sound as Lalo knocks on the walkie, and then yells: ]
HelllllllllllOoOoO!!! Is anybody home? I can hear you! Helloooooo! Speak English! Or whatever the fuck you speak!
[ This sound is different from the previous similar sounds in a way he can't quite pinpoint. Maybe it's closer, somehow? Or something?
Lalo considers that perhaps this person is traveling. Or hunting. That would explain the animal sounds and crashes through the jungle. But they had turned on the walkie. Hm. So they must have wanted to hear what he had to say, right?
He decides to leave them to it and not pester them any further for the time being... ]
[ until the next morning, when Daryl gets another text. ]
Hey! Is this a better time to talk? Nice to know there's someone alive on the other end of this. Better than the response I got from the last guy I tried to reach out to.
[ Lalo takes note of that immediately. Interesting. The Southern accents say something about him; the gruffness of which he speaks - more grunts than speaks - says even more.
At being ordered around so casually, though, Lalo bristles. Who does this motherfucker think he is?
Lalo wouldn't mind talking on the walkies, but that's not the point. The point is that acquiescing to such a blunt demand would establish a hierarchy with this man on top and Lalo on the bottom. On Day 2, or 3, he would have been forced to bend to this man's will in order to keep up appearances, but fuck that.
[ He hates that he can't do more to actually threaten people here over the walkies. If he switched to voice, at least Daryl could hear the menace seeping through under the joke he's making, but dropping the mask that far seems unwise with The Detective around and primed to hear it.
Maybe more importantly, he still doesn't want to give this asshole the satisfaction. ]
[ shit, shit, shit, daryl's here. daryl's here, and he's alive, and he sounds so reassuringly the same that she could cry. it's bad, the fact that he's here instead of with their people - but he's here, and she needs him. she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. ]
[After being rung up by Lalo, Daryl disregards the walkie initially. The voice on it sounds familiar, makes him angry. This place only wants to throw his failures in his face.]
My problem is that you're telling me to fuck off when you could be telling me where you are.
[ she knows from that other woman that she's not supposed to use names on the walkie-talkies, but does that apply when there's only one other person there to hear?
not that it should matter, when it's daryl. he doesn't need a name. ]
[ everything clicks together in her mind. he doesn't think she's real. only she'd know, like they're talking and the actual beth's someplace else.
which - okay. she can do that. ]
I had a white cardigan for, like, an hour, that day we got drunk in the woods. It was so stupid - I know you can't wear white anymore, not like that, but I wanted something nice. And it ended up with walker guts splattered on it, and it wasn't worth keeping after that.
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night 15, same night darryl arrives
sorry.
[The transmission switches to audio, and lets out a long crash of static for about two minutes. Then it clears, and the sound of a bird call can be heard over the quiet rush of wind through the trees.]
LOL, don't, it's amazing 🤩
Lalo sits in dumbfounded silence for a minute or two as he tries to make sense of what is happening here. He considers that this might be this person's language, but that makes no sense. The walkies translate automatically.
Unless this person is doing this shit on purpose.
Clearly the only way forward is to be completely obnoxious back.
There's a knocking sound as Lalo knocks on the walkie, and then yells: ]
HelllllllllllOoOoO!!! Is anybody home? I can hear you! Helloooooo! Speak English! Or whatever the fuck you speak!
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Lalo considers that perhaps this person is traveling. Or hunting. That would explain the animal sounds and crashes through the jungle. But they had turned on the walkie. Hm. So they must have wanted to hear what he had to say, right?
He decides to leave them to it and not pester them any further for the time being... ]
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Hey! Is this a better time to talk? Nice to know there's someone alive on the other end of this. Better than the response I got from the last guy I tried to reach out to.
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[Another switch. Daryl's voice is low, barely more than a grunt, with Southern curves to his blunt vowels.]
Talk. I ain't typing none.
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At being ordered around so casually, though, Lalo bristles. Who does this motherfucker think he is?
Lalo wouldn't mind talking on the walkies, but that's not the point. The point is that acquiescing to such a blunt demand would establish a hierarchy with this man on top and Lalo on the bottom. On Day 2, or 3, he would have been forced to bend to this man's will in order to keep up appearances, but fuck that.
Stubbornly, he types back: ]
Ask me again, nicely, and maybe I'll consider it.
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Fuck off.
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Who are you? What's your name?
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[ Like that answers it. ]
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[Captain Obvious, here.]
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[ He can't resist adding: ]
And be nice.
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[He does not sound concerned. He sounds like he's spoiling for a fight.]
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Maybe more importantly, he still doesn't want to give this asshole the satisfaction. ]
Maybe a little. You have been pretty rude.
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I ain't here to buddy up.
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day 017 | ej003x
Where are you?
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[It's a coincidence, is all.]
Fuck off.
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[ look, even drunk, even furious with her, he never said that.
because he was on basic cable.]Are you kidding me?
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You ain't that girl cryin' on the radio. Sounds like she ain't never been outta Alexandria. What's your goddamn problem?
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[ she knows from that other woman that she's not supposed to use names on the walkie-talkies, but does that apply when there's only one other person there to hear?
not that it should matter, when it's daryl. he doesn't need a name. ]
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[ d u h. ]
If you don't wanna team up, you can just say so.
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This ain't a game, kid.
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But there's no walkers here. It's not that bad.
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...You from Alexandria?
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[ There's a little bubble of laughter in the question. ]
Did you hit your head? It's me.
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Say something only she'd know.
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which - okay. she can do that. ]
I had a white cardigan for, like, an hour, that day we got drunk in the woods. It was so stupid - I know you can't wear white anymore, not like that, but I wanted something nice. And it ended up with walker guts splattered on it, and it wasn't worth keeping after that.
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[He chokes back a sob.]
Where you at?
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What's the last thing you remember? Before?
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[ the inevitable, slightly suspicious question: ]
Why?
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Anybody here give you trouble?
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Not really. I've only seen one other person since I got here.