MERCIFUL

private daryl dixon.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.

shelikedmefirst:
^{Since there was a gun on him,
there was a crossbow on her.
Still, despite the severity of the situation,
Daryl couldn’t help but have a little fun.}
^{“Candy land.”}
“Funny.” Nothing about her expression or tone suggested she was actually amused.
“How about an actual answer or we see who is quicker?”

^{“Ain’t much for answers.” he replied, not faltering in his stare.
“–‘sides, questions go both ways.”}

(via miczariel)

2 June 2014
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