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Carol Peletier (notmylittlegirl) wrote in makebelievelog,

Carol hadn't had a clue about where they were going. She wasn't sure where his mind was, or what was going on with him at the moment. She knew that she didn't like being at odds with him, but she was never quite sure if that feeling was mutual. She liked to think that Daryl much preferred it when they were getting along, but that was only a guess. For Carol it was much better when the entire group was getting along, which wasn't always something that happened, unfortunately.

Now that they weren't all the other had, though, Carol still wanted to keep close to Glen, Rick, and especially Daryl. She couldn't imagine not being around the three of them, Daryl especially. Lord knew that he didn't really need any of them for anything before, it had always been the other way around, they had needed him. She still felt like she needed him around. Even if she didn't always act like it.

Carol followed the slightly rough man down the hallway and out of the castle. She had no idea what was going on, buts he shouldn't have been surprised that it was outside. That was where Daryl thrived. He was one of the only people that she knew who was capable of catching, skinning, and cooking things like squirrels or rabbits. He was most at home out in nature, and generally away from people, though he had gotten better.

Carol's eyes took in everything in the castle gardens as they passed by it. She hadn't quite made her way out there yet, but it was pretty. She'd have to get back out there some time when it wasn't overcast, if it ever were, that is. Carol followed Daryl, though, in silence, and it was a mostly comfortable silence. She didn't feel the need to fill it in, and he wasn't the sort to need idle chatter. Carol followed him into the flowery archway into the mazelike structure, and she only offered him a small, thankful smile as he put his hand on her elbow, leading her. What he lead her to was a surprise.

Carol stared at the little bush, somewhat awestruck. It was the flower. It seemed to be a common theme with the two of them. She could remember the very first one he'd given her in the beer bottle, and the one he'd put outside her door on mother's day. Carol's eyes lingered on the bush as he spoke, but she managed to tear her eyes away from it to look at the normally gruff man, finding him pretty sweet in this particular moment. And even though he didn't come out and say the actual words, she knew that this was Daryl Dixon's version of an apology. And he didn't just go handing them around to anyone. She gave him a true, full-fledged, and genuine smile. She would have forgiven him even without this, but with the apology, she couldn't help but soften.

"I know you didn't mean it." She reassured him with a nod, her eyes moving back to the beautiful flower bush that he had found. "Thank you, Daryl." She turned back to him, figuring that she owed him an apology too. "I'm sorry too. I got a little over emotional." And she had. She definitely had.