Daryl watched her for a moment before he moved over to his bed to sit down. His elbows came to rest on his knees as he intertwined his fingers and dropped his chin on the bridge that they farmed. His eyes continued to watch her from his position until he let out a breath of air. "She seemed like the type," he admitted, not really being surprised by the little tidbit of information that Carol decided to share with him, as brief as it was. "She was a good kid." Daryl wasn't sure if it was right for him to say that considering how he hadn't really known her at all by the time she died, but he felt the need to point it out anyway. From what he had seen, she had been a good kid. Better than he ever was, which Carol was unfortunately finding out for herself nowadays.
"C'mere," he said, dropping his hands as he nodded for her to join him on the bed. "What else did she used t'do?"
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