It's been almost eight months since they left the farm. Despite Rick killing Shane, Emily and Carl remained the best of friends. This changes when feelings that weren't there before spark up and change their friendship forever.
When the group finds...
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"Would you sit still, please?!" Olivia exclaimed as she yanked my hair harder than before. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest as I settled into the chair again.
Earlier this morning, the group had been informed that Deanna would be hosting a welcoming party for us in her home, which meant we had to dress appropriately. For the past thirty minutes, Olivia had been pulling and twisting my hair in different ways until she could find just the perfect style. The entire time I sat there with a frown. Yes, I secretly enjoyed being able to dress nicely and look like an average teen girl. But no, I did not like being forced to stay seated for too long while my friend pulled my hair roughly.
"I'm being still, Liv." I retorted, grunting as she snatched my hair again. "But when you pull my hair my head moved that way. Ow! Okay enough!"
I moved myself from her grasp and stood from the chair. My blue eyes found her chocolate colored ones scowling at me in aggravation. She crossed her arms over her chest as she tapped her foot.
"I'll just go like this." I stated, pointing to my hair being let down in waves next to my face. "It's fine. I don't want you to pull me bald."
"I'm not trying to pull you bald. You just won't sit still, Em!" She objected, tossing the hairbrush on the bed before plopping down next to it.
Before she could defend herself any further, there was a knock on the door. The two of us turned our heads to see Michonne standing in the doorway with a smirk. She casually leaned against the frame and crossed her arms. My eyes widened as I noticed that she was dressed in a black and white striped sundress that matched her figure very well. "Need any help? I could hear the sounds of a beginning war down the hall."
"Please. I finally figured out how I wanted to do her hair, but she won't sit down for me." Olivia groaned, crossing her legs on the bed. She gave me a sarcastic grin as I stuck my tongue out at her.
Michonne strolled forward, shaking her head at our silliness before placing her hands on my jaw. My eyes scanned her face as she smiled brightly at me. She turned her towards the girl on the bed in disbelief. "You managed to put make up on her? And you didn't tie her down?"
"Like you said, sounds of war. It's only a little." Olivia said as she stood from the bed and came over to look at her work. "She has natural beauty, so I didn't have to do much. I figured a little bit of eyeshadow, some mascara, and just a bit of eyeliner and ta-da!"
I rolled my eyes as Michonne released my face and chuckled softly at Olivia's antics. "How did you want to do her hair?"
Olivia tilted her head a bit as she looked at me with deciding eyes. "A braided crown. Have some loose strands to frame her face?" She asked for a second opinion from the woman.
Michonne nodded in agreement before slightly pushing me into the chair again. "I think that'll look perfect. Now, I'm not going to make you go bald, stink, but stay still."
