“You’re like a magpie, man, where do you even find this stuff?” Glenn is the only one who ever really comments on it, but Beth finds him later, when he’s brooding away from the group. He doesn’t know why he does it, exactly, only he remembers being like this as a kid, bringing home pretty rocks and bouquets of weeds to his Ma, remembers the smile that lit her face even though it was all garbage. Remembers the line of gifts on her bedside table, before things got real bad.
– Daryl likes to give out trinkets. It’s not a thing. Mostly it’s not a thing.
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