"Daryll..", you call out to your boyfriend. Daryl hums and looks up at you. He was cleaning off one of his knives he used to stab a walker's eye with. "I'm so boredd..", you mumble, plopping down in his lap. He just chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist gently. "There ain't much to do around here, babybug..", he coos in your ear gently, kissing your cheek gently as you sigh. After a few moments, you think of a brilliant idea.

"Can I braid your hair?" Daryl's eyes widen at your question, sighing when he realizes that he knows you won't take 'no' for a answer. ".. Fine.", He grumbles out, rolling his eyes as you smile widely. You quickly get off his lap and sit him down on the ground gently as you sit where he was. He grumbles incoherently to himself as he feels you run your fingers through his hair gently to part it.