100 words prompts

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Character: Jessie, Carol, Daryl

Words: new look

Rating: K

Warnings: So, on request, Carol and Jessie's scene. I am not a large fan of Jessie but I will do it right, and keep them in character and do this scene because shit, we need some drama. Oh and, on record, I love MMB's hair just the way it is.

Maggie with Glenn exits their house bidding a warm good-bye to Judith and Carol. "See you at dinnertime." The drawl from the young married woman calls back as they leave. Glenn leaves a chaste kiss to Judith's forehead before he follows his wife.

Carol slips the bib off the youngest Grimes' family member and wipes her chin with it before she throws the soiled garment into the laundry basket. "Now, off to play." She eases the young one out of her high chair to clean that too – before she does, the doorbell chimes…with baby on hip she peaks through the kitchen window only to recognise Jessie from two houses down.

She lets out an exuberated sigh and slides a rather wide grin on her face. Ah, the façade of a housewife act transforms. She was good with people, only for a bit. Mostly, she would listen, with a simple nod and gives some asinine advice and hopefully remove herself from the town gossip.

Lord knows she needed another visit from the blond girl, another time maybe, another place; she would have opened the door, allowed the visit to enter and serve tea as they talked.

Times have changed for Carol and the ghosts of the past slips up at times haunting her but not now, she does what's best, being kind and her smile broadens as she opens the door.

"Jessie," her voice sounded happy, "Do please come in."

The clink of the nice china sounded when Carol gently places the silver tray on the living room table.

She wrings her fingers together; lately with the winter winds setting in and the threat of snow on the horizon made her arthritis flare up something fierce. Just another added bonus of growing old and so she welcomes the warmth of the tea in the fine china cups warming them up enough to sooth the ache just for the moment.

They could cut the tension in the room with Machonne's katana and it showed. So, Jessie talked first. "So, your son seems settled in nicely."

Carol chuckles.

"I'm not his birth mother— or Judith's." she added for good measure.

Carol's eyes narrows with a frown, then it slips away and she smiles.

"I guess," she adds quickly, "It could look that way."

Jessie nods empathically, "Yes, now, I remember…while cutting Rick's hair, he told me…she died in child birth."

The older housewife leans forward on her lap, placing both hands in front of her and nods. The vision of Lori seems like a lifetime ago, yet, still newly fresh in time.

"Lori, Rick's wife, she was my best friend." Her voice softens as she spoke her name.

"You knew her at the beginning, along with others." The blond woman tries to understand.

"But you're not really here to discuss Lori, or our past." Carol says over a steaming cup of tea as she sips it.

Again, a cloud of emotions services and fades just as quickly when Jessie's eyes met Carol's.

"You're right. So, I am going to get to the reason for my visit."

Jessie pulls a basket of items from behind the leather grey couch. There was some shampoo, combs, diapers (of various sizes) loads of perfumes and hair colour. Plus other little trinkets and whatnot piled into the wicker basket.

"I'm a hair stylist. Or I was in my old life –"she waves it off trying to push on. "The ladies, and I, we noticed your greys and thought you'd wanna have a make-over…we can set up a time – bring Judith if you need…and I can just wash that grey right out of your hair."

Carol snorts a bit through a chuckle and her smile returns.

Just then the front door swings open, Daryl stomps through the house leaving muddy tracks with his feet.

He nods to the two ladies, "What's up?" he came into the main room leaning on the wall as he slips his cross bow off his shoulder and nods to their guest.

"So, I was saying." Jessie resumes her talk. "One hour maybe two, we can have some wine, talk about things – and you'd be a brand new woman."

Carol's posture was enough of a giveaway that she really wanted this discussion to end and Daryl steps in. "Nah, Carol, she looks great, I love her hair, brings the blue out in her eyes."

She felt her cheeks flush crimson and looks outside the window before she catches his gaze with her; Jessie stood knowing when her visit was over.

"Well, if you change your mind Carol." Jessie makes room and sidesteps the archer keeping her distance.

"Ain't she a peach?"

"To think, Rick likes her."

"He doesn't have good taste in women."

Carol chuckles. "Keep telling yourself that." And she ducks as he playfully tosses his red rage at her.