‘ if it wasn’t
anythin’ special then
why can’t ‘ya tell me? ‘
a small smile crept
up on to beth’s lips.
she walked beside him, and
took a hold of his hand. just like
before.
Daryl’s eyebrows rose, just a touch, at the feeling of Beth’s hand clasping onto his. He didn’t look over at her, kept his gaze straight, but that smile grew. Moving his fingers just so, he entwined them with hers, lifted his other hand to rub at the side of his neck.
He wasn’t a hand holdin’ typa guy, but this … this felt alright. Yea. Pretty damn alright.
"…Was a garbage collector fer a while, but I’ve hopped jobs plenty," Words gruff, slightly mumbled, Daryl briefly shrugged a shoulder, "been workin’ since long as I can remember." His gaze suddenly darkened, expression growing stern - voice tightening,
"The old man and lady didn’t exactly have jobs."
Seeing his gaze darken and his face grow stern, she squeezed his hand in reassurance. Her eyes met his, before laying her head on his shoulder.
' 's alright. y' don't have ta anythin' else. '
Out of no where, she felt herself hug him. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and her head buried in his chest.
