Authors Note: I don't own Walking Dead or its Characters, just something I came up with. Harlow is my own character. Enjoy!
"Harlow is a fuckin' boy's name" Was the first thing Daryl ever said to Harlow.
Glenn had found her on a run, a small killing machine. She took down six walkers before he approached her. She wasn't exactly welcomed into the camp, but she quickly found her niche. She scavenged in Atlanta with Glenn on occasion and found supplies and herbs in the woods.
She had been taking night watch; she didn't tend to sleep much at night anyway. She was often paired with the silent hunter who didn't say a word to her, just sat observing the woods.
She could tell he was a smoker, and was suffering from withdrawals. She was observant like that. She'd notice his nervous ticks and irritability. Sometimes he'd shuffle through his car looking for stray cigarette that had slipped under or in between the seats.
So when she had found a pack on a run, she slipped it in her pocket to give him next watch.
Daryl was curious about the tiny Brunette. She didn't talk like the rest of the woman in the group. She did what she needed to do with little to no whining. That didn't mean she was weak no, she was out with china man on almost all his trips. Sometimes he thought she was fuckin' him. But china man didn't have the balls for that.
What really surprised him was when they had watch together. She didn't say a word. A courteous nod and she was watching the woods. Most of the camp members wouldn't shut up when he had watch with them. He enjoyed the silence.
There was no intentions, no awkwardness, just silence.
When she handed him a pack of smokes, he damn near kissed her. Now what really got him was she didn't ask for anything in return, just gave it to him and continued on her way. So finally Daryl told her something that bothered him.
Her name was Harlow. She was pretty little thing, nothing too special, but she wasn't ugly. Pale brown hair, huge hazel gold eyes. She wasn't to curvy small boobs and ass. She was at best cute. But she as hell didn't seem like a boy so why was she named like one?
When he told her that Harlow was a boy's name, He didn't really know what to
Expect. But he sure as hell didn't expect her to laugh. Most woman would be
Offended but Harlow was cutting a rug.
"I know. My father named me Harlow. My mama was hopped up on pain killers so she didn't have much of a say. She refused to call me Harlow, I was always
Harley Jane. Wanted me to be a southern belle like her. Ironic since we lived in New England"
"You a Yankee too? How the hell did you end up here?"
"My mom retired down here, wanted to be someplace warm" She paused smiling down at her hands reminiscing of her life before this. Her face then fell and she took in a shaky breathe. She looked up at him, her eyes unreadable.
"Shit Happens"
"Yea. Shit happens"