“I’ll go find Rick,” Daryl yawns, stretching his arms above his head. Maggie nods, still looking wary. Daryl offers a smile, standing up and hugging her. “Have fun, and don’t do anything stupid,” he says, pulling back and grabbing both of her shoulders. She giggles and nods. “I’ll see you later,” he kisses her head and strides to the door, grabbing the red bandana off the floor. Atlanta jumps to her feet from under the table, rushing to his side.
“Love you!” Maggie calls after him. He waves in reply, opening the side door and hopping down the steps.
It was hot as all hell, the humidity suffocating within seconds. Daryl quickly pushed his long hair back with the still bloody bandana, sweat already forming on his forehead. Shaking his head, he set off in the direction of the swimming hole, hurry to seek coverage in the shade of the trees. Atlanta stays with him the whole time, too hot to bother running off. …show more content…
He twisted, impulsively smiling when he sees the boy jogging towards him. Daryl waits at the tree line, leaning against an oak.
“Hey,” Rick pants, dressed in a white button up and khaki shorts. Daryl feels a moment of embarrassment, remembering that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but it passes the second Rick smiles. “Mags said you were looking for me?”
“Yo, and yeah,” Daryl grins, lopsided. “She’s spendin’ the day with Glenn, so yer stuck wit’ me.”
“Thats fine,” the boy says, a little breathlessly. “How are you feeling?” the boy gives him a once over, eyes scanning the cuts on Daryl’s
“Love you!” Maggie calls after him. He waves in reply, opening the side door and hopping down the steps.
It was hot as all hell, the humidity suffocating within seconds. Daryl quickly pushed his long hair back with the still bloody bandana, sweat already forming on his forehead. Shaking his head, he set off in the direction of the swimming hole, hurry to seek coverage in the shade of the trees. Atlanta stays with him the whole time, too hot to bother running off. …show more content…
He twisted, impulsively smiling when he sees the boy jogging towards him. Daryl waits at the tree line, leaning against an oak.
“Hey,” Rick pants, dressed in a white button up and khaki shorts. Daryl feels a moment of embarrassment, remembering that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but it passes the second Rick smiles. “Mags said you were looking for me?”
“Yo, and yeah,” Daryl grins, lopsided. “She’s spendin’ the day with Glenn, so yer stuck wit’ me.”
“Thats fine,” the boy says, a little breathlessly. “How are you feeling?” the boy gives him a once over, eyes scanning the cuts on Daryl’s