Daryl Dixon hates stereotypes.
So way number 7...
Pull the 'total redneck'.
Everyone in the group of survivors gathered at the top of the cell block where Daryl was sleeping.
Carol started counting down with a motion of her fingers.
1.
2..
3...
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Everyone yelled, startling the young Dixon brother. He narrowed his bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth, shaking his head.
"Y'all woke me up for this? It ain't even ma' birthday!"
No one was listening though.
"Time for presents!" Beth exclaimed, coming forth with a banjo she had. She handed it to the confused Daryl Dixon.
Hershel gave him a pair of overalls he had sewn together.
Carol gave him a freshly washed red, plaid shirt.
Carl gave him a straw hat.
Rick gave the baffled Daryl a pat on the back.
T-Dog came over carrying a piece of straw and forced Daryl's mouth open, placing it in there. "Chew on it."
Daryl furrowed his eyebrows, regardless following his instructions.
Lori waddled over giving Daryl a bowl of corn.
Glenn ran over... and stole his shoes...
Maggie came a threw dirt at his feet.
"Have a happy birthday with stuff and thangs'!" Rick chimed, ushering everyone out of Daryl's cell block.
He took a moment to examine over all of his "birthday" gifts. He eyed the overalls, the plaid shirt, the banjo... the fact that Glenn stole his shoes and Maggie slapping dirt on his feet...
"HEY NOW." He angrily yelled. "I ain't THAT much of a redneck!"
A/N:
Total apologizes for the lack of daily updates.
Anyways, this one made me smile. I liked it.
What do you all think?