She noticed it more than anyone else and wanted to badly to do something about it. Beth sighed heavily, shifting baby Judith in her arms before placing the baby in the make-shift playpen that she and Carol had created. He was standing with Rick and her father, chatting about the fence and the amount of walkers that were becoming a problem.
"Hey Bethie," said her father as she joined them and they stopped their conversation. Beth rolled her eyes - they never wanted her to know anything. Still, Beth had thought that maybe turning eighteen would change that but obviously not.
"Hi. Um... Daryl, could I borrow you for a minute please?" Rick and Hershel looked to the hardened hunter beside them who happened to look just as confused as the others. "It'll only take a sec', I promise."
Beth smiled to the others and bounced off, a sign for Daryl to follow her. He followed her, of course and was surprised to find her standing in her cell with a pair of scissors.
"You need a haircut," she said, mentioning to him with the scissors. Surprised at her words, he simply stood, eyebrow raised.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked her, crossing his arms and leaning against the door of the cell. Sure his hair was getting long, what with being on the road and protecting everyone. Daryl had never really cared about his appearance and didn't think anyone noticed - but he was wrong. She noticed.
"Just sit down. Like I said, it'll only take a sec'," she replied, smiling and pointing to the chair in the middle of the cell.
"Beth, there's no need. It'll just grow back and its a waste 'a time," he responded, not moving. She looked towards him and smiled gently.
"I know but...well, I want to be useful," she whispered. Daryl sighed and opened his arms.
"Whatever." Beth smiled as he placed his ever present crossbow down against the wall and sat in the chair.
"I don't have a sheet to catch the hair, sorry."
" 's fine."
"I'm only taking off a little, just the dead ends mainly," she replied as he settled into the seat. "Ready?" He nodded then stayed still as he felt her near him and felt the scissors near his neck. "Okay, here we go."
A few minutes later, Daryl could feel the itchiness of cut hair on his shoulders and he resisted the urge to push it off. Beth had already told him twice to stop fidgeting. "Almost done?"
"Yes, if you stay still," she said and Daryl could hear the smile in her voice. A few more cuts and soon Beth was finished. "Done," she said happily and took a moment to brush all the hair off his shoulders. She had only taken off about an inch of hair but was happy with the result. Unlike before there were no stay hairs, no dead ends or split hairs. She ran her hand through his hair, making sure there were no more loose hairs before allowing him to stand."There's a mirror there if you want to look."
Daryl checked his reflection and noticed no change. "Its no different."
Beth smiled. "Yes it is," she replied. Daryl didn't miss the slight light in her eyes or the smile on her lips as he left the cell, his hand running through his hair. It did feel better.