[Daryl was not, as luck would have it, 'home' when she was hiding her gifts. He was out getting his things from the De Chima house he'd been staying in while Rick was being not-Rick. The one he'd been assigned to by the government and had never actually slept in prior to the whole mixed histories shit that had gone down. He walked in on her as she was just putting the blanket back in place when he walked through the door. He didn't have a very good line of sight on what was going on, what with her back to him and her body blocking his view, but he saw the blanket laid out nicely and he frowned.]
You moving in?
[Because if she was and was taking the couch, he was okay with taking the floor. Just needed to know what was going on.]
[She didn't actually hear him come in until the door shut. But the second she did, she jumped half surprised and stood up straight, turning to face him. She let go of the blanket she had been straightening out.]
No. Just waiting around.
[She could tell him the full truth of what she's doing, but at this point she's already set the gift where he can find it later. Telling him now would only make this moment more awkward.]
[Daryl's brows drew together and he leaned slightly to the side to get a better look at the blanket and pillow. He didn't really use those when he slept on the couch, so seeing them spread out all nice and welcoming... he assumed it couldn't possibly be for him. But if it wasn't for Enid, then who else could it be for?
So if she was just waiting around, she had probably been trying to move the blanket so she could sit without messing it up. And that probably meant...]
[A light nod.] Yeah. Rick was here, but stepped out for a minute. Was just let in to wait for Carl.
[And that's all this is, for the most part. Feeling conscious of what she's not sharing though she steps a little more away from the couch, wanting very much not be so close to it and hoping to draw some attention away from what she was even doing near it in the first place. Yet almost as noticeably, she doesn't move that much away from it either. Can't bring herself to. Not yet.]
[That is far from what she was trying to be actually - but she wasn't able to play as cool as she hoped she could be, so she figured not to pretend anymore. With that one thing, at least. She nods in return.]
Yeah, I know. You just startled me, that's all.
[Enid states, but then nods in return. Because, well. As per his encouragement, she decides to move to kitchen with him and take one of the seats along the dining table. And she forces herself to not glance one more time back at the couch, even when he places his bag on it, leaving her to completely miss how said bag caused the blanket to shift just enough to bring her gift to poke out from underneath the covers a little.
A hint of green from the bow is left there to stick out, for anyone with good eyes to spot eventually. But none the wiser, she takes a seat and ponders half a second about the offer of a drink. Hm, water or soda? She feels like--]
[Daryl didn't quiet catch sight of the bow just yet. His back was turned to it as he grabbed two glasses and filled them first with ice and then from the tap. Ice water was a treat he didn't think he'd ever get used to having again. Even in Alexandria where they had the electricity to run the fridges.
He set one glass in front of her and leaned his ass against the counter while he took a long drink of his.]
You doing okay over there?
[A quick jerk of his head indicated her own dorm room. He was much more used to his family socializing with each other rather than keep to themselves in separate rooms. Enid wasn't like that. So the urge to check up on her was a lot higher than on the rest of his people. And that urge was almost always a top priority.]
[Enid nodded just one more time, at his apology.] That's okay. This is where you live. [And where she doesn't, goes the rest of that in a sort of silent indication. She's saying he doesn't need to explain it or apologize.
Ice water isn't something she thought about in a long time either. So when he fills her a glass with some and hands it over, she watches the icicles that float on the top with something akin to interest and amusement. It was a good idea after all, and she appreciated it as much. Her expression made that clear. And maybe she was about to express that, but her attention flicks up to him and mentally on her dorm with with that question.
She's used to being relatively alone, without a group or guardian even amongst a group, though, so it comes as a curiosity to her that he'd ask.]
[He wasn't sure if she was being honest or not. But he couldn't call her on it if she weren't. He didn't know her well enough yet.
Still, he liked her company. And the small talk between them felt a lot more comfortable than it had when he first arrived. Wasn't so bad to share simple, superficial stuff with her. Felt a little more 'normal'.]
[She's being honest enough. You know, besides sharing how it does get a little boring (read: lonely) by herself over there sometimes, but she's not about to share that. Not ever, really. That problem is easily fixed by going out and going stuff on her own - like clothes and jewelry shopping, for example - or finding Carl to hang out with.
Forgetting that though, she shrugs casually at that. It's less the brush off short of shrug and more the 'yeah, that's right' kind of shrug. It's affirmative in any case. But that's because they do kind of have a bit of a small talk thing going for them and she doesn't mind it either.]
Yeah, I sort of did. Though it sort of found me first.
[The Cat was cute. And then she adopted it, etc, etc. All that pretty much goes without saying so she's doesn't feel the need to say it. There is only one thing she feels like she should add.]
[He made that small snort that masked a desire to laugh a little louder and a little longer. A reaction he'd long since trained himself to keep under wraps. But the twist of his lips couldn't be ignored.]
[He was outright teasing at this point, pushing himself off the counter and heading across the room to the couch. Daryl set his glass down and went to move the blanket. What humor he had didn't quite disappear when the bag under it became completely visible. But there was a good amount of confusion as he reached out and picked it up. Turned slowly toward her with a questioning look. The fussing at the covers suddenly made a lot more sense if she'd been trying to hide this there.]
[Hey. She can joke, and still tell the truth, too. Of course when she first found Timmy she wasn't sure she was going to keep him so the naming process was put at a bit of distance, but then Carl named the cat and later she threw the name Tommy out there because, the matching names, it was amusing to her at the time. And it stuck.
Enid never did it to get back at Carl, though. And that's exactly how she seems to appear until Daryl gets up and moves over to the couch. It's only then that she seems to almost freeze up completely, after turning to watch him head across the room. She isn't able to say anything to stop him, just stare in nothing but silence. Yeah, that, she had been trying to hide.]
[She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Scared, uncertain, unable to move...
Was she trying to play a prank on him?
His mouth turned down in a frown as he pulled the bow off and opened the bag. Confusion returned almost immediately when he got a good look at the contents. A finger was brought over to poke at the rocks - only they weren't rocks. They felt weird. Kind of a mix between rubber and chalk. Kind of like the strange bars with cartoony bacon and eggs in them that sat right next to the rocks. Kind of like...]
Soap?
[He brought his head up and started at her, unsure.]
[She was like a deer in the headlights. A little at least. His poking and inspection of her gift seems to bring her out of her freeze frame moment though, to curiously await his reaction. It's not any reaction she would have expected. It's definitely nothing like Rick's either.
But there's a lot of things about Daryl she never expected, and quite honestly she's still figuring him out, so she raises her brows up at that. "Seriously? That's what you get from the gift?" the look seems to say. She's not going there with his spotty shower habits. But calmly as can be, she answers with a half shrug to get her started saying something.]
Yeah... I thought you would take a closer look at it. [firstly.] You like those things, don't you? Soap has nothing to do with that.
[They're just little reminders joking about what she knows about him. And soap is something useful, like food or clothing. There isn't much that stays in the useful category but also seems like a gift so there it is.]
[He wasn't sure what kind of answer he was expecting, maybe a joke at his expense, but it certainly wasn't that. Daryl's eyes dropped away from her and back to the soap. He let his fingers rest on one of the bars, thumb rubbing it lightly as he processed what she was saying. They were things he liked, sure, but he couldn't understand why she hadn't just gotten straight up rocks. The bacon and eggs... he could kind of understand that.
Daryl ducked his head and let his bangs shadow his face as he peeked out at her through them. His voice softening with his continued confusion.]
[Well, that could have been the beginnings of an argument over a simple misunderstanding, but thankfully it's not. It feels to her like it's resolved the moment she says what she says and Daryl's eyes drop. She lets him have a moment to process, likewise letting herself have a moment to think as well. (Her intention was not to get a bad reaction or make this anymore awkward than it was, after all. Thus she needed to figure out how to explain this without anymore misunderstandings.)
The answer to what he would asked was simple, though.]
[He shifted his eyes to the soap again. Stared at it for a long moment before his shoulders straightened and he folded the bag back over the contents. Moved over to his bag so he could shove it in there until he could find a way to store them properly in his pockets.]
So you do want me to use 'em.
[This time the accusation was said with a more playful tone. Meant to put her on the defensive from teasing as it was to distract himself from the fact that she'd gotten him anything at all. He didn't really know why, and he'd lost track of the day or the significance of it a long time ago. It wouldn't be until later that night he actually put two and two together and got four. At the moment he was only coming up with three.]
[Stop with the teasing tone. It's making her more feel embarrassed. On the inside. Somehow. Enid keeps cool, though. Careful of her words this time even.]
[Daryl snorted again and, once the soaps were tucked away for him to figure out what to do with them, he sat himself down on the couch like he'd originally intended. Kicked his feet up on the coffee table.
He took a drink and nodded at the spot beside him. If she wanted to sit, she could. He wasn't going to scare her away.]
[Enid's lips tugged down at the corners in a mild (yet non-affended) disapproving look to his amusement when Daryl snorted, but she was quick to forgive him seeing that he tucked the gift away. That was a good as accepting it, in their shared quiet way. Which was all she had hoped for to begin with.
But with that out of the way, she feels somewhat like she relax a little again and takes him up on his gesture to the free couch space, plopping gently just right beside him. Her side-ways glance falls on him. It was a little weird sitting here like this, so she spoke up first.]
[He leaned an elbow on the back of the couch and let himself stretch out a bit. He was pleased she'd sat down and things had gone back to being easy between them in that quiet way they both seemed to understand.]
Saw him not that long ago on his way out. Was just moving back in.
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Date: 2016-06-20 02:06 am (UTC)You moving in?
[Because if she was and was taking the couch, he was okay with taking the floor. Just needed to know what was going on.]
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Date: 2016-06-20 04:02 am (UTC)No. Just waiting around.
[She could tell him the full truth of what she's doing, but at this point she's already set the gift where he can find it later. Telling him now would only make this moment more awkward.]
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Date: 2016-06-20 04:13 am (UTC)So if she was just waiting around, she had probably been trying to move the blanket so she could sit without messing it up. And that probably meant...]
Carl and Rick ain't here?
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Date: 2016-06-20 05:02 pm (UTC)[And that's all this is, for the most part. Feeling conscious of what she's not sharing though she steps a little more away from the couch, wanting very much not be so close to it and hoping to draw some attention away from what she was even doing near it in the first place. Yet almost as noticeably, she doesn't move that much away from it either. Can't bring herself to. Not yet.]
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Date: 2016-06-20 08:29 pm (UTC)You ain't gotta be delicate. Sit on the blanket or toss it aside. Whatever you want.
[Daryl moved toward the kitchen.]
You want somethin' to drink?
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Date: 2016-06-20 11:27 pm (UTC)Yeah, I know. You just startled me, that's all.
[Enid states, but then nods in return. Because, well. As per his encouragement, she decides to move to kitchen with him and take one of the seats along the dining table. And she forces herself to not glance one more time back at the couch, even when he places his bag on it, leaving her to completely miss how said bag caused the blanket to shift just enough to bring her gift to poke out from underneath the covers a little.
A hint of green from the bow is left there to stick out, for anyone with good eyes to spot eventually. But none the wiser, she takes a seat and ponders half a second about the offer of a drink. Hm, water or soda? She feels like--]
Water will do.
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Date: 2016-06-21 12:17 am (UTC)[Daryl didn't quiet catch sight of the bow just yet. His back was turned to it as he grabbed two glasses and filled them first with ice and then from the tap. Ice water was a treat he didn't think he'd ever get used to having again. Even in Alexandria where they had the electricity to run the fridges.
He set one glass in front of her and leaned his ass against the counter while he took a long drink of his.]
You doing okay over there?
[A quick jerk of his head indicated her own dorm room. He was much more used to his family socializing with each other rather than keep to themselves in separate rooms. Enid wasn't like that. So the urge to check up on her was a lot higher than on the rest of his people. And that urge was almost always a top priority.]
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Date: 2016-06-21 01:24 am (UTC)Ice water isn't something she thought about in a long time either. So when he fills her a glass with some and hands it over, she watches the icicles that float on the top with something akin to interest and amusement. It was a good idea after all, and she appreciated it as much. Her expression made that clear. And maybe she was about to express that, but her attention flicks up to him and mentally on her dorm with with that question.
She's used to being relatively alone, without a group or guardian even amongst a group, though, so it comes as a curiosity to her that he'd ask.]
Yeah. It's okay over there. Have what I need.
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Date: 2016-06-21 04:52 am (UTC)[He wasn't sure if she was being honest or not. But he couldn't call her on it if she weren't. He didn't know her well enough yet.
Still, he liked her company. And the small talk between them felt a lot more comfortable than it had when he first arrived. Wasn't so bad to share simple, superficial stuff with her. Felt a little more 'normal'.]
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Date: 2016-06-21 06:02 am (UTC)Forgetting that though, she shrugs casually at that. It's less the brush off short of shrug and more the 'yeah, that's right' kind of shrug. It's affirmative in any case. But that's because they do kind of have a bit of a small talk thing going for them and she doesn't mind it either.]
Yeah, I sort of did. Though it sort of found me first.
[The Cat was cute. And then she adopted it, etc, etc. All that pretty much goes without saying so she's doesn't feel the need to say it. There is only one thing she feels like she should add.]
Carl named him Timmy.
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Date: 2016-06-21 08:09 pm (UTC)[He made that small snort that masked a desire to laugh a little louder and a little longer. A reaction he'd long since trained himself to keep under wraps. But the twist of his lips couldn't be ignored.]
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Date: 2016-06-22 04:58 am (UTC)The kind of name Carl comes up with. [and then there's a shrug.] It's not so bad once you get used to it.
[Mostly. But if helps any:]
And besides, I was the one that named his dog Tommy. [So she and him are even on the bad but oddly fitting names for their pets.]
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Date: 2016-06-22 01:30 pm (UTC)[He was outright teasing at this point, pushing himself off the counter and heading across the room to the couch. Daryl set his glass down and went to move the blanket. What humor he had didn't quite disappear when the bag under it became completely visible. But there was a good amount of confusion as he reached out and picked it up. Turned slowly toward her with a questioning look. The fussing at the covers suddenly made a lot more sense if she'd been trying to hide this there.]
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Date: 2016-06-22 04:58 pm (UTC)[Hey. She can joke, and still tell the truth, too. Of course when she first found Timmy she wasn't sure she was going to keep him so the naming process was put at a bit of distance, but then Carl named the cat and later she threw the name Tommy out there because, the matching names, it was amusing to her at the time. And it stuck.
Enid never did it to get back at Carl, though. And that's exactly how she seems to appear until Daryl gets up and moves over to the couch. It's only then that she seems to almost freeze up completely, after turning to watch him head across the room. She isn't able to say anything to stop him, just stare in nothing but silence. Yeah, that, she had been trying to hide.]
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Date: 2016-06-22 07:28 pm (UTC)Was she trying to play a prank on him?
His mouth turned down in a frown as he pulled the bow off and opened the bag. Confusion returned almost immediately when he got a good look at the contents. A finger was brought over to poke at the rocks - only they weren't rocks. They felt weird. Kind of a mix between rubber and chalk. Kind of like the strange bars with cartoony bacon and eggs in them that sat right next to the rocks. Kind of like...]
Soap?
[He brought his head up and started at her, unsure.]
You trying to say something?
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Date: 2016-06-22 11:15 pm (UTC)But there's a lot of things about Daryl she never expected, and quite honestly she's still figuring him out, so she raises her brows up at that. "Seriously? That's what you get from the gift?" the look seems to say. She's not going there with his spotty shower habits. But calmly as can be, she answers with a half shrug to get her started saying something.]
Yeah... I thought you would take a closer look at it. [firstly.] You like those things, don't you? Soap has nothing to do with that.
[They're just little reminders joking about what she knows about him. And soap is something useful, like food or clothing. There isn't much that stays in the useful category but also seems like a gift so there it is.]
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Date: 2016-06-23 12:15 am (UTC)Daryl ducked his head and let his bangs shadow his face as he peeked out at her through them. His voice softening with his continued confusion.]
But why soap? Why not just... rocks?
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Date: 2016-06-23 03:26 am (UTC)The answer to what he would asked was simple, though.]
Soap has more practical use than rocks.
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Date: 2016-06-25 04:25 pm (UTC)So you do want me to use 'em.
[This time the accusation was said with a more playful tone. Meant to put her on the defensive from teasing as it was to distract himself from the fact that she'd gotten him anything at all. He didn't really know why, and he'd lost track of the day or the significance of it a long time ago. It wouldn't be until later that night he actually put two and two together and got four. At the moment he was only coming up with three.]
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Date: 2016-06-25 07:53 pm (UTC)[Her expression becomes something if not lightly puzzled, because he's got her there.]
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Date: 2016-06-25 08:08 pm (UTC)[He reminded her, tone still teasing. Trying to make up for his accusation not long before. Trying to make things easy between them again.]
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Date: 2016-06-25 09:53 pm (UTC)[Stop with the teasing tone. It's making her more feel embarrassed. On the inside. Somehow. Enid keeps cool, though. Careful of her words this time even.]
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Date: 2016-06-27 07:58 pm (UTC)He took a drink and nodded at the spot beside him. If she wanted to sit, she could. He wasn't going to scare her away.]
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Date: 2016-06-27 10:20 pm (UTC)But with that out of the way, she feels somewhat like she relax a little again and takes him up on his gesture to the free couch space, plopping gently just right beside him. Her side-ways glance falls on him. It was a little weird sitting here like this, so she spoke up first.]
So. You waiting for Rick?
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Date: 2016-06-27 11:19 pm (UTC)[He leaned an elbow on the back of the couch and let himself stretch out a bit. He was pleased she'd sat down and things had gone back to being easy between them in that quiet way they both seemed to understand.]
Saw him not that long ago on his way out. Was just moving back in.
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