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LUNCH CAME quicker than expected, with that, two curious dogs. horizon came over, clutching a bitten-off foot in her jaws. rosaline grimaced, turning her sight to the fire.
"your dogs always do that?" henry questioned, shooting a look of disgust as daryl chucked the limb into the burning fire. the embers sizzled upon impact.
he dusted his hands off, "only one. rheagar doesn't. the other one has her reasons."
the young woman patted rheagar who was settled behind her from where she was sitting with daryl, "good boy."
"i'm impressed." carol commented, clearing her throat, "this is really nice- you cooking for us. you're good at this."
daryl started to skin the snake he'd caught earlier, "usually rosa cooks, but thanks. i'm sure there's people at hilltop who know how to cook."
a sudden realization had settled into henry's eyes, "wait is this why we came here? 'cause you think i don't need one, but two chaperones? these are the two?"
"henry." the older woman scolded, "rosaline can hear you very well, so apologize."
"sorry." the blonde teenager put up his hand, "but i can handle myself."
"it's fine, no offense taken. daryl can come off a bit surly." rosaline stated, nodding.
carol sighed, "i never said you couldn't."
just in time, daryl had returned, stopping the argument between the two, "about thirty minutes and the food will be ready."
she blinked, "well, good. that's just enough time."
"time for what?" he inquired, dropping the utensils below him.
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in the evening, carol had suggested that daryl got a haircut. his hair was getting obnoxiously long. the woman had urged rosaline to do it because she had a steadier hand.
she snipped through the longer strands that were at the back, getting them up to his neck or shoulder area. rosa wasn't going to cut it short because she liked his hair the way it was, and he suited it.
daryl looked up at her as she pushed the few strands that were in his face to the side, revealing the scar he'd received on his eye. they never really talked about it, but he didn't like it.
her thumb gently ran across it, her palm cupping his cheek. the marksman leaned into her touch, his lips twitching upwards. from the side carol smiled at them, pleased to see how content they were in each other's presence.
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𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon
Fanfiction❝ look who's digging their own grave. ❞ ❝ that's what they all say. ❞ ﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚ ﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚ ﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚ ﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚ ﹙ note; lowercase inten...