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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

Daryl kept his position by the doorway as he watched Carol out of his peripheral vision. He wasn't really looking at her, not ready to face her expression head-on and see all of the things that he feared might be there. Instead, his gaze was more focused toward the floor with his head bowed as he adopted a bit more of a submissive stance compared to the alpha dog one he'd had in Lil' D's presence. He could tell that she was annoyed, though. The snappish undertone in her voice as she had said his name, the somewhat rare curse in her speech... it was all there. He knew that he had ticked her off once again, and he could really hit himself right about now. But he couldn't give up on fixing things, not when he'd already made the first few strides toward it, no matter how big of missteps those had been.

"Just c'mon," he said, slightly pleading with her not to ignore him or say no out of spite. "Carol, please." He finally raised his blue eyes to look at her as he managed to get that single word out, a word that he'd not bother to use with just about everyone else except her. Only her. Because she deserved his respect even if she deserved so much more on top of that, too.