A few things are immediately clear to Daryl: First, that the kid he picked with the bow is just that, a kid. He's too damn young to be out here, he doesn't look like he ever shaved. Second, that the kid's perfectly willing to shoot Daryl in the head as he gets closer. He's damn young to be out here, but he isn't green.
Daryl tucks and rolls through the snow, ignoring the cold and the ice that inevitably gets into his shirt and sleeves. He aims himself to bow the kid over, hitting him right in the gut and avoiding any arrows. It's better than Daryl expected. Honestly, he was expecting to die. It wouldn't have been so bad, if he did. There's no reason to keep going, on this godforsaken planet.
But he isn't dead yet, so he keeps going. Daryl doesn't know how to give up anymore. Merle made sure of that.
The kid falls flat on his ass, and Daryl takes advantage of that immediately, stomping his boot hard into the kid's soft stomach. Daryl doesn't see Duv coming up behind him. He hadn't in a million years expected someone who doesn't even know his name to follow him into an unclear fight he wasn't completely planning to win.
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Daryl tucks and rolls through the snow, ignoring the cold and the ice that inevitably gets into his shirt and sleeves. He aims himself to bow the kid over, hitting him right in the gut and avoiding any arrows. It's better than Daryl expected. Honestly, he was expecting to die. It wouldn't have been so bad, if he did. There's no reason to keep going, on this godforsaken planet.
But he isn't dead yet, so he keeps going. Daryl doesn't know how to give up anymore. Merle made sure of that.
The kid falls flat on his ass, and Daryl takes advantage of that immediately, stomping his boot hard into the kid's soft stomach. Daryl doesn't see Duv coming up behind him. He hadn't in a million years expected someone who doesn't even know his name to follow him into an unclear fight he wasn't completely planning to win.