Shane, Otis, and (s/n) had all gone to get medical supplies for Carl. I was worried. I worried more for Otis than my sister or for Shane.
Otis.
A nice guy with his wife Patricia, a little on the heavy side though.
Shane.
Asshat. Man-whore. Rude. Flirtatious. I just can't trust him.
My sister.
Became distant, rude, cold. I don't know what is up with her.
I decide, ' I'm bored. Let's talk to someone!' So I find Hershel (NOOOoOoooooooo).
"Hi Hershel, my name's (y/n)." I hold out my hand.
He shakes my hand. " Nice to meet you, (y/n). At least you have some manners." He sighs out the last part.
"I really like your farm, it's really beautiful. I wish I could take a picture, but I don't have a camera and my phone's dead." I state.
"I noticed you have good English, where did you go to school?"
"Oh, I went to (s/c/n) (or homeschooled). English was my favourite subject." I beam.
We are both quiet. The sun starts to set, creating the most beautiful oranges, purples, pinks, and reds.
"So, you and Daryl huh?" He questions.
"E-eh? We're just friends, I think." I tuck my hair behind my ear.
"Hmm." He hums.
"It's true!" I exclaim.
"Do you want a haircut?" He asks.
I twirl my (h/c) (h/l) locks around my finger. "Kind of, but where do you find someone who can cut hair right now?"
"I can cut your hair for you, if ya' want." He declares while taking a strand of my hair.
"Really? Thank you so much!" I hug him and he hugs me back.
Timeskip
My hair was shorter and easier to manage now. I loved it. I thanked Hershel again and walked to Daryls and my shared tent.
I walk in and flop onto my sleeping bag. Daryl turns around and looks at me.
He gingerly takes my (h/c) hair into his index finger and thumb.
"You cut your hair."
"Mmhmm." I hum in agreement.
"It looks nice."
"Thanks. I'm tired, hug me." I demand him.
"Huh?"
"Hug me, I'm tired." I repeat.
"No."
"Please?" I beg him with my cute eyes.
He looks away, is he blushing? Awwww, so cute!
"What?"
"What."
I then realize I said it out loud. My face heats up.
"Just hug me you idiot." I mumble while holding on to his vest.
He cautiously wraps his arms around me.
"Goodnight Daryl." I smile and close my eyes.
"G'night (y/n)." He mumbles back.
AN
Omg. I haven't updated in a long time. Happy Easter! (S/c/n) means school name. If your hair is already short then you cut it shorter😅 I HaVe TOO MuCH WOrK tO Do.
