Carol Peletier (watdoesntkillu) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-10 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !trigger warning: domestic violence, !trigger warning: zombies, ~2013 november, ~25 points, ~~carol peletier (watdoesntkillu), ~~daryl dixon (crossbowed) |
Who: Carol Peletier and Daryl Dixon
What: Catching up and talking.
Where: Carol's apartment.
When: The day after her arrival.
Rating: Mediumish, probably? For language, talk of zombies and deaths, etc. Also possible spoilers for the most recent The Walking Dead episode.
Status: Incomplete/Closed.
She sat at the small kitchen table, the nicest table she'd seen since they'd left Hershel's farm so many months ago. It felt like an eternity. Her hands were wrapped around a hot coffee mug, filled to the brim with the first coffee she'd had in...she couldn't even remember how long. And it was decent coffee. She hadn't even realized how much she'd missed coffee until she had access to it once more.
Taking another small sip, Carol let her eyes drift shut. Last night she'd slept in an actual bed that had clean bedding, in an apartment that she felt relatively safe in, considering there were no walkers here (supposedly -- yet), and Daryl's apartment wasn't far from hers. She'd seen him the previous day, both in this place and back in Georgia at the prison before he'd left with Michonne and Tyreese and Bob to head for the veterinary college in hopes of finding antibiotics to treat those who were infected with the new virus. The new virus that had already killed so many in such a short time.
Shuddering involuntarily at the memory of putting a knife through Karen's skull as she slept restlessly choking on her own blood, Carol set the mug down quickly, a bit of the coffee splashing out onto the table. She rose to her feet, moving across the room to grab a towel and wiping up the mess she'd made before it could stain the tabletop.
She hadn't told him. Not yet. She knew from their conversation last night that Daryl was somehow from a time earlier than her, though not by much. Just a few short weeks. Since right after Andrea's death and the Governor's disappearance. Right after they'd brought all of the Woodbury survivors in. There was so much that had happened in those few short weeks and months, though. And she wasn't quite sure if she should fill him in on the details or just leave it be.
Carol supposed she'd figure it out sooner or later and as she heard footsteps heading toward her front door, she drew in a breath and let it out slowly before going to get a second mug from the cupboard.