[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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tw: slight talks about miscarriages & panic attacks
(16 weeks pregnant — 3 months)
season 5, episode 12 (part 2)
I was stood behind Rick as he sat in the chair, a pair of scissors in one hand while a comb was in the other. My eyebrows were furrowed together in concentration, trying my hardest to cut it the best I could.
It was hard watching Rick's brown curls fall to the ground because I loved his long hair. But sometimes you had to start fresh, and this was his way of starting fresh.
It was similar to about a year ago, back at Hershel's farm, when I chopped all my hair off in the middle of the night. In a span of a year, my hair had grown drastically, maybe it was time to cut it again.
But not today. Today I had to settle in, and the next I had to visit Pete and explore.
I'll cut all my hair off another day.
"So much better," I sighed happily, running my fingers through Rick's now short hair.
I leaned over the man's shoulder, grabbing the hand mirror from the counter before handing it over to him. With a clearing of his throat, Rick brought up the mirror, examining his features.
My hands rested on both of his shoulders, a grin on my face as I stared at him through the mirror he held. I watched as a soft smile tugged on the corner of his lips, causing me to lean in, my chin now resting on his clothed shoulder.
"You look amazing," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I admired Rick's reflection in the mirror. His blue eyes met mine in the mirror, reflecting a mixture of surprise and affection.
No words were said by the man as he just stared at me, the smile on his face faltering, but the look of pure love in his eyes only grew.
I moved to lean in, only to stop when a creak of a door captured my attention. I pushed myself off the man, my eyes immediately moving to the door.
God, I hope it's not Jessie again.
Carl wandered through the door, Judith in his hands, only widening my smile. I gasped at the sight of the child, my hands instantly reaching out for her.
"Sunshine!" I cooed, gently snatching the 9-month-old from the teenager. The baby babbled loudly in my hold, a loud giggle leaving her.
