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"Don't go past that fence Rose, told ye before." Daryl shakes his head at the five year old who runs wild in this warm summer heat.
"Would you relax babe, she's fine." You tell your husband as he holds up his gloved hand to shield his eyes from the Sun. Watching the girl in her purple sundress giggle in the grass.
She still resembles him in all ways, her eyes and her stubbornness the most like him.
"She don't listen." He mumbles looking over at you. While you're trying to keep your laughter in.
"She's a Dixon," You sat kissing his cheek. "and Dixon's don't listen."
A/N: kind of a shorter one but I gotta say I love this one too💜
