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Carol Peletier (notmylittlegirl) wrote in makebelievelog,

Most silences between Carol and Daryl were comfortable. She knew that he wasn't a man of many words and she was comfortable with that. She knew that the silences they lapsed into in general were good ones. They weren't strange. This one was heavier than usual, though. And Carol knew it was because of what she had said too. It was definitely more than she had ever said before. They had had serious talks before, plenty of times, but never quite at this level. She had never said these things to her before.

Despite everything, though, they always managed to move forward. The two of them had been through a lot. He had grown and she had grown too. They were different people than the mourning mother and the angry man who hadn't been able to find her daughter. She didn't hold hard moments from the past against him. They were both better people than they had been once upon a time. They were both better now.

Carol was startled by the crack of thunder, not having expected it, and she had been nowhere near ready for it either. The rain was startling too. She had thought that she would deal with Daryl's response no matter what it was, but thoughts of that flew out of her mind as he grabbed her hand and started tugging her a long toward the castle. She could feel her clothes, slightly cold and damp against her. But at least she wasn't soaked. Carol thought nothing of his hand being in her's until they reached their shared apartment. And then she was a little bit sad to lose his hand in her's.

Even so, she pasted a smile on her face. She was safe from being turned down for the moment...because of the rain. Though, she didn't know if she had really wanted that save. "Yeah, Daryl, we're definitely good." She told him with a smile. "I should go check in on Little Daryl. Get back to homework." She told him. And before she could talk herself out of it or second guess it, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His cheek was slightly scruffy, rough, and that was a part of his appeal. She hadn't expected it to be soft. She only allowed herself a moment to linger before she pulled back and moved toward Rick's room, cheeks slightly pink at what she had just done.

It was in record time that she lifted her knuckles to the door of Rick's room. "It's Carol!" And she walked in the second that the smaller version of Daryl had opened the door.