I love when this outburts of creativity happen within the fandom, that is why I have made this post rebloggable, so everybody gets the whole story. I hope this is ok with everyone that contributed to the story as well as the original poster.
wow i love this. i love how this could ACTUALLY happen, how the daughter’s supposed to look (maybe a tattoo as well??). I’ve always imagined the daughter like this, but with more sass and quick-wittedness to boot
and in that moment, i swear we were the greatest fandom on earth
OMG! MY FEELS!!!!!!!!!!!!
the tattoo comment spurred another thing
Rick sat at the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee when his daughter came rushing into the room. She poured herself a cup of coffee into a travel mug. “Dad, have you seen my backpack?”
"Where did you do your homework last night?" he asked, looking at the 16-year-old. "Or would a better question be, did you do your homework last night?"
"Of course I did my homework. That’s why I’m looking for my bag," she smiled brightly at her father. "I have to finish it on the bus."
Rick sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll help you look for it. And don’t think we’re not going to talk tonight about you drinking coffee.”
"Mom said I could," she told him as she looked under the couch, retrieving a thick Geometry book.
"One book down, three to go," Rick mumbled, glancing at the girl as her shirt came up slightly on her back, noticing a bright blue shape just above her hipbone. "What’s that?"
"It’s a hexagon," she said, glancing at the cover of the book. "I’m gonna check in my room again."
Rick grabbed her arm as she passed him. “What’s on your hip?”
"Ow, Dad! What are you talking about?"
"Johanna Castle, what is on your hip?" Rick released the girl’s arm but stood in her way, blocking her exit.
"Dad, I’m gonna be miss my bus…"
"I will drive you," he told her, standing his ground. "I’m not stupid, Jo. You’re sixteen, you’re not allowed to get a tattoo without my permission."
"Actually, I only needed one parent signature."
"What do you mean… KATE!" As Rick turned to yell up the stairs for his wife, who was busy getting the younger children ready for the day, Johanna took the opportunity to slip past her father and run out of the house.