How typical of Maggie-- she probably had her mind made up before the conversation got started. It would have annoyed him once, even back at the prison; he's spent too much time in his life scrabbling for any bit of solitude he can get. Yet, here he is. Six years seems to have been his fill of it.
He still feels like he should be out there, and sometimes he wishes he were. Maybe when Alexandria and Hilltop are back on their feet, he'll go. But for now, it just feels wrong.
And, he thinks, he likes it, just a little, knowing there's a family growing above his head. He can't touch it, can't harm it, but he can preserve it.
Maggie will find Daryl at the gates, fiddling with his bolts. The heads are larger than usual, sharp and ugly things. A quiver of arrows to his right have the same cruel heads, and he hands them off when Maggie arrives. "Ever gone after hogs before?"
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He still feels like he should be out there, and sometimes he wishes he were. Maybe when Alexandria and Hilltop are back on their feet, he'll go. But for now, it just feels wrong.
And, he thinks, he likes it, just a little, knowing there's a family growing above his head. He can't touch it, can't harm it, but he can preserve it.
Maggie will find Daryl at the gates, fiddling with his bolts. The heads are larger than usual, sharp and ugly things. A quiver of arrows to his right have the same cruel heads, and he hands them off when Maggie arrives. "Ever gone after hogs before?"