This wasn’t fair. A deeply rooted itch, rolled around in Daryls chest at Ricks words. Telling him to stay and deal with this ‘ King ‘ and his ‘ Kingdom ’, but this place felt it was just as BULLSHIT as Gregory and he didn’t want to stay. The anger he felt was pointless, Daryl knew that but it didn’t stop him from feeling it. All he wanted was his family to be SAFE and maybe to knock every Saviors teeth down their throats to chock. But the archer knew he couldn’t do that without these people.
With a heavy huff he looked to his twin, giving a look of blunt annoyance, “You seen how they just all walked out.” He grumbled, crossing limbs over his chest so that hands sat under his arm, “This King ain’t gonna help us, Dixon.” Words came matter of factly, as Daryl watched the gate. As if it would open and Rick would be back to really take him home. Daryl knew that WOULDN’T happen, “…And I don’t need you watchin’ my ass!”
The look on Dixon’s face was very unreadable even if he found Daryl’s outburst to be very hilarious in his eyes. Telling the other that wouldn’t end very well and neither would LAUGHING outright in his face, so Dixon swallows the chortle and simply shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t give a shit about the situation. “Fine, be a baby about it. Ya realize that Rick’s only tryin’ t’keep yer ass safe from gettin’ yer brains beat in by Lucille, right? Ya can’t be tha’ dumb not t’know it.” He gives Daryl a gentle nudge, being mindful of his wounds.