LUCY MACLEAN in Fallout | “The End”
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“You’re not goin’ out there!” Daryl growled.
You scoffed. “Yes, I am,” you spat back, reaching for your pack.
He stepped into the doorway and planted his feet. “The hell ya are,” he said, his tone low and dangerous.
“Who the hell are you to tell what I can and can’t do?! You’ve been gone for months! You can’t just waltz in here and—”
Daryl boiled over and suddenly he was yelling at you without meaning to. “I woulda died for you! I think that gives me some damn leeway for waltzin’!”
You broke off, completely stunned by his urgency and response. His chest was heaving and the color in his eyes seemed to flare and flicker like a blue flame. “I—I’d still die for ya… just to be clear…” he finished. “But I ain’t lettin’ ya run into this. Ya can’t go out there. We both know there ain’t no comin’ back from that if ya do. So, please. Just stay. If I gotta lock ya in a damn closet to keep ya safe I will.”
You stared at him for a long, tense moment. Your brow was creased and your eyes were cast in shadow until you broke the silence again. You sighed. “Well, the only closet in this place is missing a door so…”
“Fine. Then, I'll—roll ya up in a big rug or somethin’. I dunno…”
You let out an amused exhale and cracked a tiny smile. “A big rug?”
He ran a hand back through his wavy hair and shrugged. “Tie ya up in a sack?”
“Your ideas keep getting worse and worse. I better not push my luck.” You sank down on the couch, your arms crossed. Daryl was still standing in the doorway like he expected you to bolt at any moment. “I don’t want you to die for me. Just for the record.”
Daryl ducked his head, nodding. “Yeah… I know. But I would.”
Prompt: “You can’t just waltz in here and—” / “I would’ve died for you! I think that gives me some leeway for waltzing!”
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me seeing the swifties in my phone come up with nice theories and connecting all the themes and motifs while i do nothing
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