#theircherokeerose

[iwasnobodynothing-blog]

@theircherokeerose:

“I love you too.” she sniffled, face turning so her cheek was pressed against his chest. “I’m sorry for saying silly things..”

Daryl strokes her hair still, "Don't be sorry fer sayin' what's on yer mind." He says softly before moving to kiss at the top of her head. “Jus’ know that I care ‘bout ya’-- an’ I want ta’ be with ya’. Not jus’ ‘cause ya’ sew shit. S’cause yer kind and make me happy when we’re ‘round each other.”

[iwasnobodynothing-blog]

"I think we should break up.."

@theircherokeerose​; 

               “What--? Why?”

[dcntopen-archive-blog]

"Mr. Grimes, I had an idea for the berries.."

             Rick kneeled down to Sophia , grinning softly at her .

                         ‘ And what’s that ? ’

[iwasnobodynothing-blog]

@theircherokeerose:

“Your VEST. I fixed the cut, I hope you still like it.” she smiled, heading over to show it to him.

Daryl tilts his head, "Be stupid 'o me ta' not like it." He comments not even sure when she got a hold of his vest but he shrugs it off. He looks it over when she comes to him and shows his the patched up cut. “Looks good, thank ya’.”

[iwasnobodynothing-blog]

"Daryl, I fixed your vest!"

@theircherokeerose; 

             “Ya’ did what?” 

                          Daryl questions as he                           looks over to Sophia.

[iwasnobodynothing-blog]

@theircherokeerose:

Sophia smiled and hurried behind him, starting to gently pull his hair back and tying it into a bun. “Your hair might bother you less when it’s out of your face.”

Daryl sat there as he moved his hair back away from his face. Feeling it then come off his neck it felt strange to not have it hanging. “My hair don’ normally bother me.” He shrugs a bit and moves as if trying to get his hair back in his ace but it was already tied back and useless.

[infectediism-blog]

@theircherokeerose

          ‘ This whole thing is weird, don’t you think? I mean... they 

             actually play video games and one of them has a guitar.

             How’s that supposed to keep them alive if things go bad? ‘

It’s a question Carl’s been biting back since they’d arrived because the more vocal about it he was, the more his father or Carol scolded him. He didn’t see anything wrong with the question because the walls might be standing now as he and Sophia wandered around the green grounds of the Community but that didn’t mean they ALWAYS would. The prison had been far more secure and in the end it’d been people who had ruined everything. . . and not for the first time. 

[iwasnobodynothing-blog]

"Daryl, can I tie your hair in a bun?"

@theircherokeerose; 

            He raised his brow and moved to touch his hair for a             moment before shrugging. Dropping his hand in to his             lap he spoke, “Sure.”