Imagine the squad….
Waking up to snow.
You’d been up long before Digger, just sitting and watching out the window as thick white blankets wrapped the surrounding view in their cold embrace.
A few times, Digger almost woke up but he was a very heavy sleeper.
Bless, he was speaking in his sleep.
He’d usually mutter things to you as he slumbered about heists and robberies and every so often you’d get little snippets of dream.
The snow got heavier and heavier the longer Digger slept and you contemplated waking him up so he could see.
You nudged his shoulder, trying to shake him awake.
“ Digger… Digger wake up! ” you whispered.
“ Sshh! Sleep… ” he slurred, grabbing your waist and pulling you close.
“ But Digger! It’s snowing! Just take a look out the window! ” you said.
He groaned sleepily about how you could just watch it online instead but he didn’t mention how the sight of you so giddy and excited made him feel so lucky that he got to wake up to you every morning.
Being the soldier boy he was, Rick was never really one for playing games.
Early in the morning, you woke up to see freshly fallen snow blanketing everywhere you could possibly see.
Suddenly, a mischievous thought came to mind.
Rick would obviously appreciate a load of refreshing snow in his bed.
You snuck outside and filled a cup with snow and took it back up to bed before gently pulling back the duvet and letting a few cold drops run across his neck.
He shivered in his sleep before rolling over to face you.
Slowly, gently pulling his t-shirt away from his neck you dumped the cup of snow down his back and hi-tailed it out of the room.
The shout that followed mere seconds after you’d ducked behind the door frame would echo through your memory forever.
“ Y/N?!! WHY THE FUCKING FUCK IS THERE FUCKING SNOW IN MY BED YOU FUCKER??? ” he screamed.
You couldn’t help but laugh as he finally found you, in fits of giggles on the floor.
Snow wasn’t really an option for Chato since it basically cancelled out his power but he still liked to see you enjoy yourself.
Nonetheless, he still liked seeing the snow fall from the sky late at night or on Christmas day.
Harley would squeal in delight and run and jump around excitedly shouting: “Snow, snow, snow!!! ”
She’d eagerly persuade you to get dressed and come outside to build a snowman or an igloo or something. Snow in all it’s forms, wet, powder, thick, light, heavy or mild, made Harley happy. And that was all you could wish for.
Waylon had never really seen snow before but he enjoyed listening to you as you described your childhood Christmases.
Two words. Snow sculpting. Katana would take the craft very seriously and make a gigantic seven-foot tall Chinese dragon whereas (A/N- I’d probably try and make a seven-foot tall dick) you’d try and copy her to begin with and she’d see you were struggling and decide to make one big combination sculpture.
Floyd would often be woken by Zoe jumping on his bed as she shook him awake so they could eat breakfast and go out to build snowmen. Obvioulsy, he’d invite you since Zoe absolutely adored your creative skills.
You’d end up burying Floyd up to his chin in snow while Zoe helped then you’d have to dig him out all while laughing as Floyd pelted you both with snowballs..