Quick story I wrote for Normryl's Waiting Dead tumblr challenge. I choose the prompt: Glenn deciding to lose his hat.
It's been a long time since Glenn saw his reflection. He honestly couldn't think of the last time.
He swayed his head to both sides taking it in. He looked so gross. Even though he took,what he had thought was a shower this morning, dirt still coated his face. His cheekbones jutted out more than before and the bags under his eyes seemed almost black.
Glenn swiped his worn baseball cap off his head and used his fingers to comb through his hair. God, his hair had gotten long. He finger combed his hair over his eyes and darted towards the back of the run down store.
Peering around the corner, Glenn ninja rolled behind a free standing counter. He slowly raised himself so that only his eyes appeared above the surface.
Daryl had gone on this run with him. He said he needed things that he couldn't trust Glenn to get. It's anyone's guess to what that could be. Daryl was too damn secretive sometimes.
Now, Glenn could use that to his advantage. Daryl had his back to him, rifling through various medication.
"Mee meeememeeemee"
"What is wrong with you?"
"I'm Cousin It! From The Addams Family."
"Cousin It wasn't Chinese."
Glenn sighed as he stood fully. He brushed his hair back and threw his baseball hat back on. "I'm Korean. And you have no idea what Cousin It even is. He could have been a dog or something."
Glenn unfolded a worn sheet of paper with everyone's wishes scribbled on it and wandered to where he hoped the products were. He ended up in the feminine product aisle looking for something with "wings". It would be better if they told him what it was they were looking for, but all it said underneath it was "NOT overnight". Ultimately, he just closed his eyes and grabbed, hoping he wouldn't get too much grief it was wrong.
Scrolling back towards Daryl, the mirror caught his eyes once again.
"Hey Daryl! Do you like my hat? I think it makes me look kinda rugged and badass."
Glenn hoisted the filled backpack onto the counter beside the pharmacy. Daryl continue to paw through the medicine like he had some kind of medical degree.
"I mean...think of all the awesome people with hats. Indiana Jones, Sherlock Jones, Gandalf..."
"Goofy."
"I don't look like Goofy!"
Daryl sauntered over to Glenn and shoved the medicine into his backpack.
"You look fucking goofy."
Flicking his hat off his head, Daryl turned and headed out. Glenn grabbed his hat and stared into another mirror. No, he definitely looked better with the hat.
The trip back to the farm was quiet. Glenn was too preoccupied with his hat and Daryl never initiated conversation anyway. He wasn't sure why he was so attached to the hat. It was a gift from an old girlfriend. They broke up months before the apocalypse and he was almost positive that she did not survive the initial outbreak. It reminded him of his old life. It was the only attachment he had left to it.
Glenn was jarred back to reality when Daryl slammed his door shut getting out. He stepped out into Maggie's arms. Daryl walked past them carrying his backpack, flicking Glenn's hat off his head once again.
'Goofy."
Maggie couldn't hold back the laugh. "You do look goofy with that hat on all the time."
Well damn. Glenn grabbed the hat off the ground once again. Reaching into the back seat, he grabbed his backpack and threw the hat into the far corner of the car and left it there.
"Maybe you could give me a haircut...so..you know...I don't have to wear the hat all the time?"
"Sure thing, Goofy."