Summary
He snickered. "Sorry," He rubbed his nose to hide his grin. "You, uh, you ain't really my type." He laughed at his own joke. She cackled in surprise. "No offense…" She laughed. "But I prefer them a little older, grey hair… Amazing body… Y'feel? Oh, and female." "Ha!" He laughed out loud. "Y'got good taste." Daryl and Tara chat on watch. Set in 'The Farm' arc, Caryl fluff.