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Carol Peletier (notmylittlegirl) wrote in makebelievelog,

It was strange to see the big change that happened from him talking to his younger self to talking to her. He was looking down. Carol hadn't even really thought about telling him no out of spite. Despite being upset with him, and even more irked now that he had interrupted that....she still really cared about the younger Dixon brother.

And the fact that he tacked a please onto the request, even if it wasn't an average person's version of a request. It was definitely Daryl's version of a request. He didn't say please lightly. Carol's eyes met Daryl's for a moment and she gave him the lightest of nods. "Okay, I'll go." She told him, but she did have to stop next to the door to slip her shoes on, that had been where she'd kicked them off once she'd gotten home. Now that they weren't running for their lives so often, Carol was enjoying simple pleasures, like walking around barefoot once again.

The last thing she did before going was grab her purse, throwing it over her shoulder before she joined him at the door, ushering him out and closing the door behind her. "All right, which way?"