[He was outright teasing at this point, pushing himself off the counter and heading across the room to the couch. Daryl set his glass down and went to move the blanket. What humor he had didn't quite disappear when the bag under it became completely visible. But there was a good amount of confusion as he reached out and picked it up. Turned slowly toward her with a questioning look. The fussing at the covers suddenly made a lot more sense if she'd been trying to hide this there.]
[Hey. She can joke, and still tell the truth, too. Of course when she first found Timmy she wasn't sure she was going to keep him so the naming process was put at a bit of distance, but then Carl named the cat and later she threw the name Tommy out there because, the matching names, it was amusing to her at the time. And it stuck.
Enid never did it to get back at Carl, though. And that's exactly how she seems to appear until Daryl gets up and moves over to the couch. It's only then that she seems to almost freeze up completely, after turning to watch him head across the room. She isn't able to say anything to stop him, just stare in nothing but silence. Yeah, that, she had been trying to hide.]
[She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Scared, uncertain, unable to move...
Was she trying to play a prank on him?
His mouth turned down in a frown as he pulled the bow off and opened the bag. Confusion returned almost immediately when he got a good look at the contents. A finger was brought over to poke at the rocks - only they weren't rocks. They felt weird. Kind of a mix between rubber and chalk. Kind of like the strange bars with cartoony bacon and eggs in them that sat right next to the rocks. Kind of like...]
Soap?
[He brought his head up and started at her, unsure.]
[She was like a deer in the headlights. A little at least. His poking and inspection of her gift seems to bring her out of her freeze frame moment though, to curiously await his reaction. It's not any reaction she would have expected. It's definitely nothing like Rick's either.
But there's a lot of things about Daryl she never expected, and quite honestly she's still figuring him out, so she raises her brows up at that. "Seriously? That's what you get from the gift?" the look seems to say. She's not going there with his spotty shower habits. But calmly as can be, she answers with a half shrug to get her started saying something.]
Yeah... I thought you would take a closer look at it. [firstly.] You like those things, don't you? Soap has nothing to do with that.
[They're just little reminders joking about what she knows about him. And soap is something useful, like food or clothing. There isn't much that stays in the useful category but also seems like a gift so there it is.]
[He wasn't sure what kind of answer he was expecting, maybe a joke at his expense, but it certainly wasn't that. Daryl's eyes dropped away from her and back to the soap. He let his fingers rest on one of the bars, thumb rubbing it lightly as he processed what she was saying. They were things he liked, sure, but he couldn't understand why she hadn't just gotten straight up rocks. The bacon and eggs... he could kind of understand that.
Daryl ducked his head and let his bangs shadow his face as he peeked out at her through them. His voice softening with his continued confusion.]
[Well, that could have been the beginnings of an argument over a simple misunderstanding, but thankfully it's not. It feels to her like it's resolved the moment she says what she says and Daryl's eyes drop. She lets him have a moment to process, likewise letting herself have a moment to think as well. (Her intention was not to get a bad reaction or make this anymore awkward than it was, after all. Thus she needed to figure out how to explain this without anymore misunderstandings.)
The answer to what he would asked was simple, though.]
[He shifted his eyes to the soap again. Stared at it for a long moment before his shoulders straightened and he folded the bag back over the contents. Moved over to his bag so he could shove it in there until he could find a way to store them properly in his pockets.]
So you do want me to use 'em.
[This time the accusation was said with a more playful tone. Meant to put her on the defensive from teasing as it was to distract himself from the fact that she'd gotten him anything at all. He didn't really know why, and he'd lost track of the day or the significance of it a long time ago. It wouldn't be until later that night he actually put two and two together and got four. At the moment he was only coming up with three.]
[Stop with the teasing tone. It's making her more feel embarrassed. On the inside. Somehow. Enid keeps cool, though. Careful of her words this time even.]
[Daryl snorted again and, once the soaps were tucked away for him to figure out what to do with them, he sat himself down on the couch like he'd originally intended. Kicked his feet up on the coffee table.
He took a drink and nodded at the spot beside him. If she wanted to sit, she could. He wasn't going to scare her away.]
[Enid's lips tugged down at the corners in a mild (yet non-affended) disapproving look to his amusement when Daryl snorted, but she was quick to forgive him seeing that he tucked the gift away. That was a good as accepting it, in their shared quiet way. Which was all she had hoped for to begin with.
But with that out of the way, she feels somewhat like she relax a little again and takes him up on his gesture to the free couch space, plopping gently just right beside him. Her side-ways glance falls on him. It was a little weird sitting here like this, so she spoke up first.]
[He leaned an elbow on the back of the couch and let himself stretch out a bit. He was pleased she'd sat down and things had gone back to being easy between them in that quiet way they both seemed to understand.]
Saw him not that long ago on his way out. Was just moving back in.
[In a way, she sounds glad that he worked it out and was back after the weirdness with Rick. It certainly helped her decide things were going back to normal anyway. As for the example Daryl was currently setting on making oneself comfortable, she was fine with not copying it and sitting as she already was. Except, for maybe how, her legs stretched out so her feet slid under the coffee table. Their understanding of quieter talk was good.]
Be weird if you didn't come back here.
[And if you put her words together, all of which is another way to say I see and Glad you're back.]
[Was it Rick or Carl that had said something about that? He couldn't remember right then. But he remembered something about an attack. His brows knitted together.]
[Daryl snorted, though it wasn't actually amused this time. Hard to tell the difference unless you were a person with some sort of inroad into his emotions. But what little humor he'd still been feeling dropped away completely. His people in danger and him not being there... that weighed heavily on him. Unless... was she talking about the attack during the herd?]
Wait... this a different attack or the one that happened when we were drawing that herd off? Rick and Carl talked about a couple of 'em. Last thing I remember 'fore coming here was leading as much of the herd as I could. We got them out about 20 miles, me, Sasha, and Abraham. We was starting on our way back when...
[That detail about the ambush could be left alone for the moment.]
Anyway, there was some shit going down with part of the herd turning back. Did this attack of yours happen 'fore or after that?
[That sound of Daryl's snort was almost convincing, but fortunately for Enid she did have a way to read his emotions that hinted to her that he was not actually amused. She didn't comment on it though. Just raised an eyebrow while looking over at him.]
Yeah. It was when you were drawing off the herd.
[Him trailing off makes her feel a little suspicious of what he was about to say, but she went back to Alexandria and saw what happened with the herd they supposedly were leading away, and putting two and two together, she can only guess that is what he won't say. Doesn't blame him, really. No one could fault his group for trying and failing to lead the away.]
The same one. It was just before that. I came back with Glenn when the walkers were inside the walls... Then we took care of it. A month went by.
There was an attack and then the last half of the herd showed up?
[He was making sure he understood the order of events. What he'd gotten over the walkies was that some sound had drawn the walkers back toward Alexandria and his people were making their way back but they didn't know how fast they'd make it even if they were technically ahead of the herd.]
Who attacked us? Was it them that was honking the horn?
[honking being a misnomer as whoever'd been blowing it had been holding it down like the devil himself]
[There is the briefest of pauses before she answers, because honestly? She wasn't there to see exactly how it transitioned from the attack to the walkers inside the walls. The details of the event weren't forthcoming from anyone after the fact and she never really did ask either because of the unspoken rule not to talk about a lot of things.
It makes sense that noise would be what caused it, so it's easy to conclude the events are one of the same. And so she nods, with an outward sigh.]
Probably. I don't really know who attacked us or how the walkers got in or who was responsible for the horn.
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The kind of name Carl comes up with. [and then there's a shrug.] It's not so bad once you get used to it.
[Mostly. But if helps any:]
And besides, I was the one that named his dog Tommy. [So she and him are even on the bad but oddly fitting names for their pets.]
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[He was outright teasing at this point, pushing himself off the counter and heading across the room to the couch. Daryl set his glass down and went to move the blanket. What humor he had didn't quite disappear when the bag under it became completely visible. But there was a good amount of confusion as he reached out and picked it up. Turned slowly toward her with a questioning look. The fussing at the covers suddenly made a lot more sense if she'd been trying to hide this there.]
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[Hey. She can joke, and still tell the truth, too. Of course when she first found Timmy she wasn't sure she was going to keep him so the naming process was put at a bit of distance, but then Carl named the cat and later she threw the name Tommy out there because, the matching names, it was amusing to her at the time. And it stuck.
Enid never did it to get back at Carl, though. And that's exactly how she seems to appear until Daryl gets up and moves over to the couch. It's only then that she seems to almost freeze up completely, after turning to watch him head across the room. She isn't able to say anything to stop him, just stare in nothing but silence. Yeah, that, she had been trying to hide.]
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Was she trying to play a prank on him?
His mouth turned down in a frown as he pulled the bow off and opened the bag. Confusion returned almost immediately when he got a good look at the contents. A finger was brought over to poke at the rocks - only they weren't rocks. They felt weird. Kind of a mix between rubber and chalk. Kind of like the strange bars with cartoony bacon and eggs in them that sat right next to the rocks. Kind of like...]
Soap?
[He brought his head up and started at her, unsure.]
You trying to say something?
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But there's a lot of things about Daryl she never expected, and quite honestly she's still figuring him out, so she raises her brows up at that. "Seriously? That's what you get from the gift?" the look seems to say. She's not going there with his spotty shower habits. But calmly as can be, she answers with a half shrug to get her started saying something.]
Yeah... I thought you would take a closer look at it. [firstly.] You like those things, don't you? Soap has nothing to do with that.
[They're just little reminders joking about what she knows about him. And soap is something useful, like food or clothing. There isn't much that stays in the useful category but also seems like a gift so there it is.]
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Daryl ducked his head and let his bangs shadow his face as he peeked out at her through them. His voice softening with his continued confusion.]
But why soap? Why not just... rocks?
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The answer to what he would asked was simple, though.]
Soap has more practical use than rocks.
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So you do want me to use 'em.
[This time the accusation was said with a more playful tone. Meant to put her on the defensive from teasing as it was to distract himself from the fact that she'd gotten him anything at all. He didn't really know why, and he'd lost track of the day or the significance of it a long time ago. It wouldn't be until later that night he actually put two and two together and got four. At the moment he was only coming up with three.]
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[Her expression becomes something if not lightly puzzled, because he's got her there.]
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[He reminded her, tone still teasing. Trying to make up for his accusation not long before. Trying to make things easy between them again.]
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[Stop with the teasing tone. It's making her more feel embarrassed. On the inside. Somehow. Enid keeps cool, though. Careful of her words this time even.]
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He took a drink and nodded at the spot beside him. If she wanted to sit, she could. He wasn't going to scare her away.]
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But with that out of the way, she feels somewhat like she relax a little again and takes him up on his gesture to the free couch space, plopping gently just right beside him. Her side-ways glance falls on him. It was a little weird sitting here like this, so she spoke up first.]
So. You waiting for Rick?
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[He leaned an elbow on the back of the couch and let himself stretch out a bit. He was pleased she'd sat down and things had gone back to being easy between them in that quiet way they both seemed to understand.]
Saw him not that long ago on his way out. Was just moving back in.
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[In a way, she sounds glad that he worked it out and was back after the weirdness with Rick. It certainly helped her decide things were going back to normal anyway. As for the example Daryl was currently setting on making oneself comfortable, she was fine with not copying it and sitting as she already was. Except, for maybe how, her legs stretched out so her feet slid under the coffee table. Their understanding of quieter talk was good.]
Be weird if you didn't come back here.
[And if you put her words together, all of which is another way to say I see and Glad you're back.]
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[He looked over at her.]
That not coming back part, I mean. It was pretty damn weird.
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Me too. I left once. Didn't get very far before- [well] it was weird.
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[That particular attempt happened either before he arrived or after the time he was pulled from.]
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[She's not sure what time frame he's from, now that she thinks about it, but after a long pause she goes a head and shares when it was anyway:]
When those people attacked.
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Think that's after my time.
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You have something to look forward to then. [Said with dry sarcasm.]
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Wait... this a different attack or the one that happened when we were drawing that herd off? Rick and Carl talked about a couple of 'em. Last thing I remember 'fore coming here was leading as much of the herd as I could. We got them out about 20 miles, me, Sasha, and Abraham. We was starting on our way back when...
[That detail about the ambush could be left alone for the moment.]
Anyway, there was some shit going down with part of the herd turning back. Did this attack of yours happen 'fore or after that?
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Yeah. It was when you were drawing off the herd.
[Him trailing off makes her feel a little suspicious of what he was about to say, but she went back to Alexandria and saw what happened with the herd they supposedly were leading away, and putting two and two together, she can only guess that is what he won't say. Doesn't blame him, really. No one could fault his group for trying and failing to lead the away.]
The same one. It was just before that. I came back with Glenn when the walkers were inside the walls... Then we took care of it. A month went by.
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[He was making sure he understood the order of events. What he'd gotten over the walkies was that some sound had drawn the walkers back toward Alexandria and his people were making their way back but they didn't know how fast they'd make it even if they were technically ahead of the herd.]
Who attacked us? Was it them that was honking the horn?
[honking being a misnomer as whoever'd been blowing it had been holding it down like the devil himself]
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It makes sense that noise would be what caused it, so it's easy to conclude the events are one of the same. And so she nods, with an outward sigh.]
Probably. I don't really know who attacked us or how the walkers got in or who was responsible for the horn.
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