Trying to get back in the swing of things so I'm having a quick little prompt-a-thon on my tumblr- gonna see how many short drabbles I can do.
It's still going on and my tumblr is linked on my profile so go make a request there if ya want.
So here's the first prompt...
Just a quick drabble of Carol's first impression of Daryl- hope ya'll enjoy!
Be Around- For The Readersmuse
I'll always be around
Remain Nameless- Florence And The Machine
The first thing that had struck her about the younger of the Dixons was the dirt. It was caked on his skin in thick, nearly black layers, darkening his clothes. Remnants of mud and grease were visible were his bangs fell into his forehead. There was hardly any standard of cleanliness anymore- what with there being no running water- but Daryl looked almost like he spent the better part of every day trekking through mud.
Carol supposed he very well might, no one in camp really knew what either of the brothers got up to. With the exception of the bigger one- Merle's- drug use. All she knew about either of them was that Merle hung around their tent of the farthest side of camp and Daryl disappeared, unseen until night began to fall and he returned with some dead critter in tow for dinner. She'd thanked him, the first couple of times he'd tossed a squirrel at her feet, but he'd only grunted and stalked off.
Lori had even tried making some kind of conversation, with the same results. After a little while they stopped bothering. Daryl didn't really seem to care for any of them. He made that crystal clear. But he still showed up every day, with the meat that helped keep them alive.
So though Carol couldn't claim to understand the gruff man, she was glad he stayed around, whatever his reasons.