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Two words.
Female genitalia.
That is something Daryl Dixon does NOT do good with.
So, with that being said. Way number five.
Ask him what a clit is.
"... Hey, Daryl?" - "Can I ask you something?" Questioned Carl as he took off his sheriff's hat once give to him by his father, Rick.
Daryl, using a hunting knife to sharpen sticks into arrows, nodded his head. "Shoot."
Carl sat down on the log Daryl sat on.
"... So I heard Merle and T-Dog talking..."
The redneck raised an eyebrow. His brother Merle and T-Dog talking? They hated each other.
"And they said some things..." Carl uneasily retorted to his silence.
"What type of thangs'?" Daryl ask, pausing his sharpening.
Carl scratch the nape of his neck. "What is a clitoris?"
Daryl Dixon dropped his knife. He dropped the stick. He rubbed his eyes and attempted to clean his ears. "What?!"
Carl repeated his question. "What is a clit?" - "Merle and T-Dog were talking about it and when I asked them what it was they both laughed at me and told me to ask you."
"But they hate each other!"
Carl laughed. "I know!" He stopped. "But seriously... what is it?"
Daryl Dixon was silent. All of a sudden growls were heard and they both rose to their feet, as three walkers appeared out of nowhere.
Lucky for Carl, he wasn't such a kid anymore so he took down one without a struggle. Daryl on the other hand...
He had one pinned to the ground with his foot and was punching the other one. He stopped abruptly, shaking his head, ignoring as they all rushed for Carl.
"... I'm sorry... what did you ask me?"
The boy was too busy trying to fight off the walkers. "... What is a cl-" he stopped his sentence, sitting back on his log, oblivious to the fact that Carl was in an all out brawl with the walkers. That question still lingered on in his head...
What is a clit.
He couldn't comprehend.