As always, short and sweet. Longer than the last one by a little bit though. Yes, this is a very affectionate Daryl, but you'll note that if he's ever affectionate in things I write, it's usually private. I can see him being fairly affectionate when no one is looking and here, no one can see them except from the guard tower.
Side note: I'm up for requests on this one. If you've got tiny stuff you'd like to see, feel free to send it to me and I'll give it a shot.
"You know, I haven't always worn my hair so short," she confessed, breaking the comfortable silence of their lazy afternoon patrol. She stopped for a moment and looked out into the thicket beyond the fences and seeing no walkers in their immediate vicinity, looped her fingers mindlessly through the metal chain-link.
He grunted in response, stretching a lazy arm around her shoulders as he came up beside her. She gave him the smallest smile, eyes wide and watery blue behind heavy lashes.
"Ain't no sense in growin' it out now," he muttered, dropping his arm to lace her fingers with his.
"You think?"
He squeezed her hand reassuringly and nodded. "No sense in givin' em something else to grab onto. 'Sides, I kinda like your hair."
Grinning broadly, she squeezed his hand back. She turned to let go and continue their patrol, but his grip tightened and pulled her gently along.
"I kinda like it too."