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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

“Damn, woman, I already said you were right once. How many more time ya need me to say it?” The smile on his face betrayed his attempt to sound annoyed, even as she teased him. He knew it was teasing, Carol’s own special brandof teasing that she reserved just for him. Sometimes, when he let his walls drop, he’d pretend that it was almost flirting from her, that she was almost genuinely showing an interest in his sorry ass. But then reality would set in, and he’d realize how damn stupid he was to even let himself to think that, even if it had been nice for just those few moments.

Now, was one of those moments. He caught her eyes as she made that statement, that promise, and he took her at her word. He swallowed thickly as he stared into her face, taking in all of the contours and curvatures that made up that easy expression. It was one of her newer expressions, the ones that he had never seen grace her features in all of their time in Atlanta or on the farm. He’d only seen a hint of it at the CDC when they had all been loosened up by the alcohol, and even then, she’d saved those smiles for Sophia only. And now, he was on the receiving end of them.

His heart quickened a step.

And then she was joking, and the damn spell was broke just like that. He turned away from her, his cheeks just a tad darker than they were a moment before as he ducked his head in slight embarrassment. He let out a dismissive snort. “Shuddup,” he muttered. Daryl’s fingers nervously tugged at the flower, and he frowned lightly when he felt the petal start to tear under his rough hold. He gently run his finger over it, as if hoping that alone would heal it back together again. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’ta said it.”