Daryl could feel how awkward the man was. It was easy for him to catch, he was a hunter, observing was his second nature. He could see that the man wanted to look but couldn’t. He could bet it was him who made him uncomfortable. It wasn’t that satisfying thinking about him. That man wasn’t from town - Daryl was perfectly aware of the town’s people - and was apparently new in the job. And Daryl’s anger had nothing to do with him, the man was just doing what he thought was good. People always judged because of his family’s name and Daryl realized with horror that he judged this man just because of his badge. He was like them. He dropped his gaze for a split second before looking back up. If this man was judging him without having made his own opinion then Daryl could do the same. Right ?
The man’s eyes wandered on him, on his body and when their eyes crossed once more, Daryl caught a flicker of something he knew. Something he had come across times and times in his life. Pity. He gritted his teeth, the muscle of his jaw rolling under his skin as it tightened. Pity was the worst, all those good people with good intentions who looked at him in pity and never did shit. And that one asshole who wanted to make himself feel better and tried to help him. Only sending him in foster home for near two years. Pity never brought him shit but shame and pain.
Now that they were alone and that that jackass had taken Daryl for one weak dumbass, he finally found the balls to open his mouth. Daryl snickered, cocking an unimpressed eyebrow, “Dat’s all ya got ?” he asked, snorting. The man was more afraid of him than anything and Daryl found it rather entertaining and pathetic than anything, “Man, you gotta find somethin’ else ‘cause y’all look rather pathetic like dat.”
When his gaze finally dropped, he felt as though his chest wasn’t as tight as it had been before. There was space to breathe again, he didn’t feel as if he were constantly being targeted at. As far as he knew, the man was a criminal, nothing more - he didn’t know the full story, he didn’t know what he’d been through, that his brother had set him up to be taken in by the police again. The man had it tough, but Rick didn’t know that. Occasionally, his eyes would wander to the rearview mirror, curious as to whether the hunter was staring at him again. He stared forward, watched as quite a few police cars hurried past them, sirens blaring. His eyes followed the police cars, watched as blue and red flashed frantically. ❝ Don’t suppose we’ll be getting in on that case, do ya? ❞ He asked the other officer, a trainee much like himself.
The other officer chuckled, then mumbling something about getting the boring cases. He felt the mood soon change in the car, he felt a bad vibe from the prisoner in the back seat. Slowly, he glanced back to the rearview mirror he had grown accustomed to; that’s when angry eyes stared back at him, full of hate and disapproval. Had he said something to anger him? What had he done to make the young man so vicious all of a sudden? He didn’t stare back, he felt that if he did, the hunter would lash out at him and attempt to do something to stop them from even getting to the Sheriff’s station.
The words were hard hitting and Rick honestly hadn’t expected them. He lowered his head, knowing it was best to ignore those that tried to provoke the officer’s, those that were rumoured to be some kind of threat. ❝ Talking ain’t gonna do you any good. Best to keep your mouth shut, ❞ he spoke anyway, attempting to seem somewhat intimidating - he knew that it wouldn’t work, that he stood no chance against the man that was burning into him with his eyes.
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Daryl was lost in thought, all his mind was focused on his Pa and he was closed on himself, trying to survive, trying to...
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♙ —As Rick sat in the car, on his way to the place he’d be spending a good few hours in, he thought about home. It was...