A/N: This idea has been in my mind for more than a month, but ADD is stronger than me. I'll continue, but I need to find motivation...
Disapproving look number one, with eyes squinted a bit, lips pressed tightly and head cocked to the side. Daryl knew he could not escape her now.
"Ain't need it". He repeated, almost pleaded at this point.
"For the millionth time, Daryl, you do need it." – Came the answer. Carol'd been standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a pair of scissors; she blocked the only exit from the room. Daryl paced a bit and looked around, as if hiding behind a plate or a fruit basket would help him.
Two metallic snaps drew his attention. That freaking smirk on her face that was both so pleasant and terrifying he couldn't help but like so much. Shit.
"Come on" – she pushed sweetly, making a step forward. "Don't make me chase you around the… Wha-? Daryl!"
Nope. Window was the only option. The shack wasn't high. He hopped out smoothly. And maybe it was a childish move. OR really not thought through, but for Daryl – he just couldn't surrender without a fight. And with her? He knew she wouldn't give in at all. Carol shook her head and turned around walking calmly towards front door. This was just a haircut...