Because everything you say is a lie. But he doesn't say it. He waits. Daryl is a hunter, at the very end of things, and that's all about watching and waiting. Fight Byerly in a fury, and you'll end up on your back. Daryl knows that now. But a coldly methodical strike, that might work. Daryl doesn't want to kill. He just wants to break his nose, or blacken an eye. Something to last.
While he says words that don't mean shit to Daryl-- more about his family, and why would that mean shit to a man from a world away and a hundred years plus?-- he thinks, if this prick kisses me, I'm biting out his tongue. People never expect that, just like Big Joe didn't expect his throat to get bit out, right until it was.
Sometimes, I won't kill you is the worse threat.
Still, he waits. He waits until Byerly rocks back over his hips, weight off Daryl's chest. He waits and doesn't talk, and then he strikes as fast as he can. Daryl doesn't want to give any warnings. One moment he's still, and the next he's moving, throwing a sharp right hook at Byerly's face.
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While he says words that don't mean shit to Daryl-- more about his family, and why would that mean shit to a man from a world away and a hundred years plus?-- he thinks, if this prick kisses me, I'm biting out his tongue. People never expect that, just like Big Joe didn't expect his throat to get bit out, right until it was.
Sometimes, I won't kill you is the worse threat.
Still, he waits. He waits until Byerly rocks back over his hips, weight off Daryl's chest. He waits and doesn't talk, and then he strikes as fast as he can. Daryl doesn't want to give any warnings. One moment he's still, and the next he's moving, throwing a sharp right hook at Byerly's face.