The day before the weeding, Daryl and I leave early to hunt. I'm sleepy and I'm not really in the mood for hunting, but I really want to spend some time with Daryl. Even if he is not very easygoing guy, or talkative, I feel safe with him. And deep down, he is a good guy.
- Daryl!?
- Huh?.- he is playing with a jasper stone.- what?
- I was asking you if you had a date for the weeding.
- I don't have time for that, kiddo.
- But you are going right?
- Yeah, promised to Maggie...She's a stubborn woman...Who are ya goin' with? Grimes?
- I'm going with Jake..
- Ya r into Jake now?.- he keep playing with the stone.- Like a damn romance novel..
- We are going as friends...neither of us have a date, so I proposed to go together.
- I don't really understand you...Ya like Grimes but ya goin' with Jake..
- I don't like Grimes, ok? I made a mistake, that's all.
- Ya aren't a good liar, kiddo.- he hands me the water.- Ya are into Grimes kid.
- I'm not!.- I'm blushing hard.- I...I am not good with this stuff Daryl...I don't know how..
- Hey,..me neither. It's alright.- he came closer, hugging me tight.- Let's keep going.
- You could make her a necklace with that stone.
- Whattt?
- You could make Carol a necklace. I can show you how.- now he is blushing.- I know you think of her when you look the stone, don't deny it.- he is silent.- Come tonite.
- Alright...
After dinner, Daryl came to my cell. He is wearing clean clothes and smelling like soap. Such a change for Daryl, actually.
- Woah, someone is clean! I thought you were scare of soap and water!
- Pfffttt.- he sits in the floor.- Let's do it kiddo, I'm busy.
- Ok, ok...Look, use this punch to make a small hole in the stone. - he starts, and I realize he is quite good at it.- Look what I found it!
I hand him the chain I found on a run with Glenn. He froze, looking the chain and still punching the stone.
- Da...daryl? You alright?
- yeah...is just...my mom...she has a chain like this one..- he take the chain and pull it through the stone.- It's perfect Sarah, thanks.
- You made it, Daryl.
- No, you made it...- he push aside my hair.- Take the damn compliment, kiddo.
- Ok...- I smile.- She will love it, Daryl.