Daryl Dixon

Lookin' for my brother. You seen him? #TWDRP AU #TheFinishLine #BPRP

[Alpha. @WhisperedWails]

@RP_Beezy {arching a brow} Someone's lookin' to move up in the pack?

{A cold smile chilling her features, she canted her head, voice dropping to a whisper.}

Challengers shall be fought. And left for the Dead. {sweetly} I'd say your goodbyes to @BestLemmeGo while you can.

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

Block all you want, sunshine but me ‘n you both know you ain’t right.

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --We're friends now? *his voice a soft grumble he ducked his head, making a show of wiping a bead of sweat on his shirt sleeve to hide an awkward smile* That mean I ain't your patient no more?

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead *gaze averted, he let out a self conscious huff and wrapped his fingers around the worn leather knife hilt, bringing it down to make a careful slice from gill to tail, silver scaled glinting in the low lamp light* --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead -- below, he inhaled and held, poised for the downward tug* Now! *yanking the rod upward with one swift jerk of their wrists* You got it, Doc! Reel him in!

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --straddling the thatched seat and slipped his arms around her, hands at her wrists, steadying her hold on the fishing rod* You ready, Doc? *eyes narrowing as every fiber of his being connected with the flip-flopping fish--

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead *wide eyed as #Charlie scrambled for balance, the boat dipping and tossing beneath them, he snorted a laugh* Shit! *grabbing for the hull as his boot slipped in a puddle, he maneuvered one long leg over, --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --length of fishing line, the hook sinking into the water with a plop as he passed the rod back to @MedicOfTheDead* *murmuring* Grip it left handed, the spool in your right. See if you can get him interested in your hook!

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead *freezing mid scull, he peered cautiously over the side of the boat, neck craning, and blinked at a flash of shimmering silver gliding along the surface of the water, hands moving to quickly unravel a --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --ain't more'n a damn pit. *pivoting to face forward, he winced, bringing the oar to shoulder height and sliced downward, breaking the surf with a power stroke* Let's just try not to flip it, a'ight?

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --righting himself with one last, painful push, he dropped into the woven seat lashed to the hull, and glanced back to her with a snorted laugh, reaching for the second paddle* We're lucky this lake --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead -- sideways topple into the floating canoe* *face down, his voice strained* You know how many boats I been in, Doc? How many yacht club memberships my daddy paid yearly dues for? *his face contorting with the effort of swinging his other leg up and into the boat while --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead *with one final scrape of hull against gravel, he sent the boat forward with a push, and lifted his right foot, leather boot dripping as he flung it heavily over the side of the canoe, his balance tipping with a barely restrained--

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --he pulled the dark green canoe scraping to the water's edge and dropped fishing poles and a bag of tackle to the metal hull, grabbing for the bow, expectant gaze lifting to hers* You waitin' on an engraved invitation, Doc?

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --moving past her to a tumble of boulders, his fingers wrapping around a length of rope* He was alright though. Let us stay with him an' these two girls he was travelin' with... *the rope going taut with a tug, --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead Was. *solemnity playing across his features, his lips curved downward* Dale. Me'n Merle busted on his ass somethin' fierce. *picking through the scrub to the sloping path, he stepped onto the narrow path, --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --he reached out, free arm serving as a barricade* Watch your step... *sweeping away a tall stand of grass, he paused waiting for her to take in the view, and pointed the way down the rocky path to the pool of deep turquoise below* Ain't much to look at...

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead --Old guy who owned the RV left a bunch of fishin' gear in one of the boats down on the rocks. *moving cautiously through the tall grass at her side, keen ears tuned to every rustle and chirp around them, --

[Daryl Dixon @BestLemmeGo]

@MedicOfTheDead *lightly scratching his shin with the bolt tip, he pointed, wincing at the sudden move and reached to his bandaged bullet wound, slowing to let her catch up* Straight through them bushes. There's a quarry. --