takin those steps and what not

anonymous asked:

“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" and nursey/dex for the prompt thing

Dex trips down the front steps of the Haus.

He wishes he could say he was drunk, wishes he could blame it on the bucket of tub juice currently being manned by Ollie and Wicks. But no, he’s stone cold sober, and had been intent on making a hasty escape when he lost his footing and missed a step. He lands all wrong on his ankle, and it hurts to put weight on it, breath hissing through his teeth. The fucking steps would’ve been fixed this morning if Ransom hadn’t decided that he needed to change the oil on his car right away, and Dex had somehow gotten roped into that. So now, here he is, sitting on the front lawn of the Haus cradling his ankle in his hands. Thankfully the season is over, but there’s music rattling the windows and he’s pretty sure if he leans the right way he’ll still be able to see Nursey making out with Mike from their poli-sci class. Mike with his blonde hair and blue eyes and stupid chill attitude. 

Dex hates him.

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“He shouldn’t have sent you away.” Daryl fidgeted with his fingers.

“Rick did what he thought was best at the time. I…I didn’t fight him.” Carol commented.

“But you did come back to the prison.” Daryl lifted his eyes to hers.

“Not in time to make a difference. We still lost our home.” She countered.

“I should have found you sooner, shouldn’t have left you at the prison…” Daryl shook his head.

“You had to get medicine. There was nothing you could have done, Daryl.”

“Then the Governor showed up, and…I’m sorry.” He grimaced.

“…For what?” Carol faced him more fully, confused.

“Those two girls. You were takin’ care of ‘em. When you got sent away, I should have stepped up and protected ‘em. But when we lost the prison…I lost track of ‘em, don’t know where they ended up, but…” Daryl trailed away, looking to Carol apprehensively.

Carol’s lips were pursed hard, and her shoulders had hunched suddenly. Daryl cringed, averting his eyes. He had suspected that she would be upset. He had failed her…again. She lowered her head and lifted a hand to her forehead. His chest ached, and he regretted bringing it up, especially when Carol straightened and he saw the twin streaks of tears running down her cheeks.


“You didn’t…” Carol exhaled, wrapping her arms around herself. “Oh…”

She looked like she was going to be sick, and Daryl felt a spike of alarm run up his back.


“Tyreese got them out…with Judith. I-I found them on the train tracks.” Carol looked at him, her eyes glassy with tears and her jaw locked. “I couldn’t—“

“Hey.” Daryl slid closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulders.

She buckled and lowered her head to his shoulder, sobs wracking her form. Through the trembling though, she seemed determined to air out the truth.

“Lizzie was…confused about walkers. She didn’t…She thought they weren’t dangerous, that…that they were…her friends. I tried to talk to her, but it didn’t take…”

She ran a hand over her mouth, swiftly wiping the tears from one of her eyes. Daryl sat quietly, letting her go at her own pace.

“She tried to show us, Tyreese and I, that walkers were g-good, by ki…She killed Mika, wanted us to wait for her sister to Turn so that we could see…” Her face collapsed and she choked.

Horror flooded through Daryl’s stomach like ice, and he tightened his grip on her shoulders.

“We only found her just in time to stop her from doing it to Judith.”

“Jesus,” he murmured, staring up at the sky for a moment.

Carol shook her head feverishly. “She didn’t understand…We couldn’t get her to understand…We c-couldn’t trust her around other p-people, s-so we had to…I h-had to…”

Realization dawned, and the icy horror turned to concrete in his chest. He put his other arm around her then, pulling her completely to him. Carol covered her face with both hands, breathing hard but not openly sobbing. Daryl closed his eyes and held her tightly. He cupped the back of her head with one hand.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured against her hair, pain filling his voice that he couldn’t stop. “I’m so sorry, Carol.”