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( Message bank. Go figure. ) Daryl, it's--

( It's been two years since she left voicemail. Longer maybe? She has no idea. ) It's Rosita.

( And a looooooong pause. ) Look, if I just shoved a gun in the face of a friend of yours I'm going to feel like an ass. Her name's Ruby. Call her or... something.

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[He hadn't answered because he'd been in the middle of work, but after checking the I.D. on the missed call and then getting the voicemail conformation, well, his job could shove it for a few. There were more important things in life.]

You okay? You need me to come find you?

[He'd met Ruby all of once, Rosita was the priority. Period.]

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[Maybe, just maybe, the idea was dumb one, she starts to think, second guesses herself even, but she's already bought the gifts and given Rick his, so it's only fair that she doesn't back out now. Daryl's a bit of a different (still good) character than Rick though, so this time she feels the need to go about a different approach.

Rather than the direct one this time, she takes advantage of the invitation she gets later in the day to come in and discreetly place her gift for the redneck on the couch where he obviously sleeps, tucked between the pillow and the blanket.

Inside a clear white bag with a bow that ties off the top is two smooth rock soaps and two eggs and bacon, breakfast shaped soaps. Attached is a small card with her name signed on it.

Of course when she does this, it's when she thinks she has a second alone in the room, when no one will notice. The hope here is that he'll find it later. When she's not around at least. That's the gamble though, because she's unaware of whether he's home or not in that moment. Or if that's when he could walk in.]

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[Daryl was not, as luck would have it, 'home' when she was hiding her gifts. He was out getting his things from the De Chima house he'd been staying in while Rick was being not-Rick. The one he'd been assigned to by the government and had never actually slept in prior to the whole mixed histories shit that had gone down. He walked in on her as she was just putting the blanket back in place when he walked through the door. He didn't have a very good line of sight on what was going on, what with her back to him and her body blocking his view, but he saw the blanket laid out nicely and he frowned.]

You moving in?

[Because if she was and was taking the couch, he was okay with taking the floor. Just needed to know what was going on.]

Edited Date: 2016-06-20 02:07 am (UTC)

...with a heart of gold.