daisy midgeley.

     independent & selective daisy midgeley from coronation street. loved by vicky ( 27 & she/her ).        carrd  !

    it was typical of a teenager to offer such a blunt answer, two words and that was it. daisy had been the same when she was that age, always such a gobby cow until it came down to situations like this, when she’d much rather roll her eyes, fold her arms over her chest, and mutter a few words. she didn’t know much about this kid as of yet, but she could see a bit of herself in her, in a way. she’d been messed up at that age, no thanks to the death of her little brother. “is that really all you’ve gotta say about it? ‘maybe, whatever’? blimey, love. not very feelin’, are ya?”

    “right, yeah. soccer. sounds proper weird that does, never understood why you didn’t call it football," she admitted. she wasn’t the biggest fan of sports, though, wasn’t that bothered about the difference in what it was called. it was mainly just conversational, something to say in response...but the mention of the wedding quickly distracted her, as it often did. that was her priority, it was something she loved talking about, no matter who it was with. annie seemed interested, anyway, which was more than she could say for a lot of people, who only seemed to humour her. “8th of may, this gorgeous venue called charlesworth hall. it was my dream, we got proper lucky, managed to snag a date this year. got pretty much everything planned out in me head! slowly working on getting it all ready, y’know? i’ve been usin’ a lot of my influencer connections to bag free stuff. ice sculptures, fireworks, and i’m wearing a dress from this gorgeous boutique for free. it’s gorgeous. y’wanna see? i took loads of pictures.”

    Daisy was genuinely grateful for everyone in her life who was willing to look out for her, who was willing to defend her against Justin. It meant even more coming from him, given that he wasn’t part of the family; he didn’t have to say it. “Ta, Ciaran. I do appreciate that. I’m hoping this’ll all be over soon.”

    “’course i don’t. my stepmum owns the boozer, she’s used to me just scrollin’ me socials or filing my nails,” she admitted. at least if she was helping someone out, she had a genuine reason, and jenny couldn’t tell her to get in with cleaning the bogs or carrying the crates of wine up from the cellar. there’d be hardly any customers, so that wasn’t something she needed to worry much about. leading the way to the rover’s, she held the door open for karli, given that she had the suitcase. “where you from then? nowhere ‘round here, clearly.”

    Watching him with furrowed brows, Daisy hesitated, letting out a shaky breath when he made the offer. It seemed everyone was looking out for her; she’d been made to feel like a proper part of the Barlow family. “Oh. Ta. You really don’t have t’ do that, y’know. It’s not your responsibility to make up for incompetent coppers.” 

    In a way, it helped to her someone say that, to have someone assure her that this was messed up and her feelings were valid, who wasn’t a member of the family. Jenny and all of Daniel’s family had been watching over her like a bunch of hawks, but that was only to be expected. “You don’t need to tell me that. I just wish I could get people to listen. They’re not going to listen ‘til it’s too late.”

    “Nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. It was starting to seem like they weren’t going to, either. “As far as they’re concerned, no crime has been committed. He hasn’t laid a finger on me. Just, y’know, made me scared of leaving the house, of being alone with men I don’t know, of posting on social media...but that’s nothin’, as far as everyone else is concerned.”

    “Not at the time,” Daisy admitted, bringing her thumb up to her mouth to nibble on the end of the nail. Manicure be damned, it was one of the many nervous habits she’d picked up since the messages started. “I only told Daniel and Jenny at first. Then it started getting worse. Making new accounts so he could message me every time he got blocked, gettin’ a job in the street so he could see me. The police won’t do owt about it, so  — yeah. Everyone knows now. Seeing as I need a constant babysitter.”

    The question caused her to shift on the spot, glancing down at Bertie, but he seemed to be content in his own little world. “Bit of a long story. I’m an influencer, right —” she didn’t pause, didn’t need to know his thoughts on that. Most people didn’t seem to get it. “ — an’ I’ve been tryin’ to get free stuff for the wedding. Figured seeing as she was family she might give us some free flowers  — the funeral flowers were s’posed to be her idea of a joke, the only free flowers I was getting out of her. Might have been funny if I didn’t think they were from the bloke who’s been harassing me for weeks.”

    “She’s an  — acquired taste, int she? I’d say she was like marmite, but I don’t think anyone loves her...” Daisy trailed off, nose scrunching up. Bit harsh, maybe, but it was a fair assessment. “’cept Steve and Amy, I suppose. And I’m allowed to say that, ‘cause she’s family — but if you tell her, I will deny all knowledge. I dread to think what she’d do next. She already sent me funeral flowers. Cheeky cow, she is.”

    It was nice, really, feeling accepted by Ken. She hadn’t exactly envisioned when she’d first moved to Weatherfield that she’d wind up as one of the Barlows, but she didn’t hate the idea by any means. Tracy wasn’t exactly her dream sister-in-law, but that was only because they were both hotheaded and stubborn as mules. “Not a bad family to be accepted into, really. I mean — living under the same roof as Tracy Barlow definitely wasn’t the dream, but we haven’t killed each other yet, so I’d call that impressive.”