#newbegrphalloween

“man, she lookin’ over here?" daryl shifting his weight a little as he tried to turn his back so he wasn't looking at carol. although he figured she'd find out about it, not much got past her. "you gotta' tell me? she plannin' somethin' with this whole maid of honour thing?” something he wouldn’t like and he had a lot of examples because he had a feeling if she was going to be embarrassed then she was going to drag him in it with her. “ain’t gettin’ me no dress knit or nothin’?” he was teasing somewhat but also deadly serious. daryl brought his hands down his trousers to get rid of some of the paint that had been put there by hershel. “don’t ask, man.”

“not even you're savin’ this one doc.” turning his head over his shoulder as he looked to enid and held up the pumpkin he had been forced to paint by judith. for someone who hated this kind of thing he had found himself in the centre of it. at first with hershel and now judith, although judith didn't take no for answer and he didn't see her enough to want to tell her no anyways. not like this really hurt him or anything and besides he’d never actually painted a pumpkin before. “should come join me.” she didn’t know it but once she sat down she wasn’t getting up, not if judith had anything to do with it as he nodded to the seat beside him. he wasn’t about to tell her she’d be stuck too as long as he wasn’t alone.

“you just bein' nice when you said she draws me with long hair? 'cause i saw her paint that pumpkin of rick. ain't just his stomach she's pickin' at." almost laughing, it was definitely a smirk as he shook his head. leaning himself against the side of the building as he approached michonne. "got me to paint one for him too. hers was better.” nodding as he looked to her. he hadn't even been convinced that this halloween event was going ahead till he was sat at the kids table with hershel. paint everything. "yeah, yeah." shaking his head when he thought he caught her looking at the paint. 

"gotta' talk about your kid, man." shaking his head as he came over with a serious expression at first which soon relaxed to show he was teasing. "how'd you say no? she got me doin' all sorts. here. it's s'ppsed to be you." placing the pumpkin down on the table in front of rick as he gave it a pat. he'd painted a face on it that didn't look like much of anything. “don’t say i never gave you nothin’.” resting his hands either side of the pumpkin as he found a smirk falling on his lips. "what'd she mean grumpy face? gotta' smile more." another smirk to show he was just teasing, hell rich coming from him anyways.  

“next time you doin’ the paintin’." hell, he'd wondered why no one had been jumping at the idea as he slumped himself down beside jesus. paint just about everywhere including his hair, not that he really cared as he turned to look at him. it was even on his leather top, if anyone else had so much of looked at him with paint in his hands they would have been punched. hershel though, course he'd get away with it. "now i ain't go no choice but to wash." he was teasing, daryl felt like he'd been much better since actually being with jesus. actually looking after himself to a point.

daryl was still covered in paint from trying to help hershel paint his pumpkin, that just turned into him being attacked by a paint brush instead whilst trying to stop hershel eating the damn thing. he stepped out, needing a smoke and not wanting to do it inside with the kids. taking a seat around the side of the building as he light his smoke. "you smell 'em or somethin'?" referring to the smoke as carol approached, he hadn't even take a drag yet as he held it between his fingers. "all this your idea?" gesturing to the party that was happening in the building behind them. "goin' soft?" his words light and teasing, considering he was a fine one to talk right after spending over an hour at the kids table. 

when people had mentioned halloween he hadn't taken it seriously, he figured they were screwing around until he suddenly found himself at the event. not only was he at the event but he was right in the middle of it at the kids table with hershel happily sat on his lap. they were painting pumpkins, he figured it would be nice if hershel did one for maggie. not that baby hershel really knew what was really going on, he just wanted to put everything in his damn mouth. "i told ya’ that ain’t for eatin’.” moving the paintbrush from his mouth when daryl clocked where it was heading as he looked down at hershel. “gotta’ help me out here man. your mom sees you doin’ that on my watch... she’ll kick my ass.” his voice quiet and directed at the baby as he smiled a little. so far the pumpkin painting wasn’t going great. there was paint all over daryl and a tiny bit on the actual pumpkin itself but he was just a baby. least he’d had a go. “sure your mom’s gonna’ love it.” bringing his hand to gently rub the babies back as he brought the pumpkin closer to them so hershel could.. attack it with the paintbrush some more.