As he changed, he began to think about a lot of different things. He missed Rick and had hopes that he made it out But soon enough that nagging feeling of doubt was in the pit of his stomach. Shane stepped back into view watched her for a little while longer and then called out, "Hey, Constance? You should get out, I can see your lips turnin' blue from here. I'm sure Daryl with be back with something for lunch soon, anyhow." He threw his town and dirty clothes over his shoulder, putting a hand on his hip.
Dakota bit her lip again, nodded her head in an effort to bring the conversation to an end. She sometimes wished that Daryl was different; that he would show her more affection or speak to her about his feelings more often. But then again, if Daryl was different, she probably wouldn't feel the way she felt about him now. "Good job on the dear, Dixon."
Dakota bit her lip again, nodded her head in an effort to bring the conversation to an end. She sometimes wished that Daryl was different; that he would show her more affection or speak to her about his feelings more often. But then again, if Daryl was different, she probably wouldn't feel the way she felt about him now. "Good job on the dear, Dixon."
February 18th, 2016 at 03:32am