We're outta here ... ? (closed to Michonne and Sophia)

Apr 22, 2012 14:20

The mess on Sophia's neck was healing up good. It didn't even need a bandage anymore. And with the healing, Daryl got more and more antsy in the walker-bait roach motel. So, when the girl was eating pancakes, Daryl came edge of the kitchen-thing, chewing on the corner of his mouth.

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ranthewrongway April 22 2012, 19:21:12 UTC
Michonne has taken to this taking care of Sophia routine better than she thought she would. She still has to see Lee once a week - something she hasn’t told Daryl about - and she’s put up her kitana. Not for good, just above the couch where she can see it. And she carries two knives on her that can’t be seen at all times. But she’s learned to relax - a bit. She still can’t make it through the night.

Sophia, for her part, has adapted to the village part of it, but the nightmares from being attacked and bitten never seem to stop. She startles awake every night, still sleeping next to Daryl, refusing to move, and refusing to sleep with the lights off. That’s kept Michonne in Sophia’s bed and things between her and Daryl...sparse.

They both look up when he walks in, but Sophia is the only one to speak. “You want some pancakes? Michonne made some for us.”

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zenmotherfcker April 22 2012, 19:22:13 UTC
The little family thing still didn't sit quite right; sometimes it felt damned heavy on Daryl's shoulders, Merle's voice in the back of his head taunting him about dark meat and being stretched too thin. But at the same time, there's a wonder to Sophia being alive. He wasn't going to let her down.

Which is why he shuffled over, picking up a pancake with his fingers to eat it like a slice of bread. For Sophia. His gaze skittered to Michonne and away.

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ranthewrongway April 22 2012, 19:22:47 UTC
Pleased, Sophia continues eating, her own pancakes drenched with syrup. “I saw some kids outside playing from my window. Maybe...maybe I can meet some.”

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zenmotherfcker April 22 2012, 19:23:15 UTC
Following where she was looking, Daryl chewed and swallowed, jaw working. There was a flare of something hot in his gut and he looked to where his crossbow leaned against the wall in the living room. "You wanna, huh?"

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