I Often Think About Daryl From When He Was A Kid. One Of The Main Thoughts I Have About Him From Then

I often think about Daryl from when he was a kid. One of the main thoughts I have about him from then is how badly he wanted to grow his hair out to how it is now but Will would never let him. The longest it ever got was probably how it was at early prison-era length. Will would notice his hair getting too long and yell at him, forcing him to get it cut by his mom.

It hurts to think about the sweet little boy, holding back tears sitting in his mom's lap as she starts cutting his hair. I like to think his mom was kind though, he had at least one loving parent before she passed. She'd cup his face in her hands and promise him that it'll always grow back as he lets a few loose tears fall. He could never cry around Will but with his mom, he could if he needed to.

Around the Whisperers era, you're about to cook dinner when you tell him he needs a haircut and he practically panicked inside thinking you didn't like his hair long anymore, he thought you loved his hair from how you would comment on how you loved how it grew out over the years. You'd notice that pause within him and state, “Not a haircut, just a trim. Wanna be able to see your pretty eyes, baby.”. He'd show a soft smile and agree.

You'd pull out a chair for him to sit down on as you go and grab a handheld mirror and some scissors. You'd come back into the kitchen and situate yourself on his lap and show him exactly where you're going to trim the length to in the mirror. He'd wrap his arms tight around your waist as you got to work just trimming the ends.

When you were done you'd set down the scissors and cup his cheek in your hand, wipe away the few hairs that fell on his face, and hold up the mirror to him in your other hand. He'd say it looked good and as you set the mirror down and begin to pull yourself up off his lap he'd pull you tighter against him.

He'd begin by now cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. He'd trail his kisses down your cheek and jaw, peppering them down along your neck. He'd slowly pick you up to make sure you have your legs wrapped tight around him as he makes sure as well that he has his arms wrapped tight around you.

He'd carry you to your bedroom as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He needed to show you his gratitude somehow. It was gonna be a long night of him showing you how much he loved you, how much he appreciated the tender love and care you showed him.