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Sitting silently in the car, that played the working cd in the radio, Daryl turns the small rock he holds in his hand around between his fingers.
Looking at it, he smiles to himself. A smile so small that no one can notice, but he knows he's doing it.
Whenever Daryl went away on a run, or had to leave for a few days for other reasons, he always brought back a small rock from wherever he was.
From an abandoned store to a shack in the middle of no where.
This trip was no different, he was bringing his baby girl back home another keep sake.
"Why rocks?" You had asked him one time, when he handed the daughter he shares with you a smooth grey one.
"Gives her somethin real ta look at and feel when I ain't there. Makin it seem like I am."
A/N: aww!😍
