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Daryl Dixon ([info]littledixon) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
@ 2013-06-20 01:06:00

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Entry tags:!complete, carol peletier, daryl dixon

Who: Daryl and Carol
What: Daryl is shitfaced drunk after going drinking with Rick. Carol finds him trying to find his way back to their room.
When: Thursday, June 20, sometime after midnight.
Where: Starting in the East Wing on the Second Floor and ending in Daryl's room.
Rating/Warnings: Daryl's dirty mouth. Drunkenness. More to be added as they come.
Status: COMPLETE/Closed.

Daryl wasn't sure when he lost Rick. Well, okay, he didn't lose him. Not the way you'd lose a pen or a ball or some other shit that you'd lose. But he had been pretty sure that Rick was next to him one moment and then the next -- vanished. Actually, now that Daryl thought about it, and it was kind of hard to think through the alcoholic haze he was trying to break through with said thinking, he was pretty sure Rick had muttered something about going to bed or g'night or something before he disappeared into one of the doors. But was that two minutes ago? Or twenty? Shit, which door had it been? Which one was his?

He'd drunk too damn much.

But it had felt good. Good, like not worrying every damn minute about his place amongst his people. Good, like being safe and feeling needed and part of a family that actually gave a shit. Good, like having a brother back, even if it wasn't his brother by blood. So, even though he was stuck leaning against a wall, top of his scalp against the wallpaper as he tried to get the world around him to stop tipping dangerously to the left or right, he felt good. Dizzy, too. Fuck, he was dizzy. Who the hell had put him in a damn Tilt-A-Whirl anyway? He hadn't asked for this. Not that it was wiping the smile off of his face. It just made him hold onto the wall with one of his hands as he tried to wait for the ride to end so that he could get off and find his damn room.

The hallway was dark with the night, and that wasn't helping a damn thing. He was sweaty thanks to the alcohol raising his temperature a few degrees, not that he noticed, and he reeked of the booze he had been drinking all night. In his other hand, the one not trying to desperately hold onto the wall, he held a mostly empty beer bottle. American shit. Tasted like piss, but he didn't mind. It was what he was used to, and it did the trick. Tomorrow, after nursing a monster hangover, he'd start picking up the pieces of all of the shit he had left behind. But tonight, he just wanted to revel in his drunken state. And find his bed. Yeah, that was a good plan. Too fucking bad every damn door looked the same.


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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 08:14 am UTC (link)
Carol seldom slept through the whole night. It was a habit that came not only from sleeping on edge back at home, in her own world, but also from being a mother. Back home with Sophia...and Ed...she had never really slept through the entire night. She always had to get up and check on Sophia throughout the night, and not only when she had been a baby, she had continued when her daughter had gotten older too. She had needed to check on Sophia, though. She had never been able to fully rest throughout the night. She could rest now, but she had the habit created already. She had to get up periodically through the night, just to check on things. Tonight was no different.

Carol was just sort of walking through the rooms that were their's. She had exited the bedroom that had been designated her's a moment ago and was now in the main living part of their rooms. Carol had her arms crossed, not really because she was cold, but a bit more because it was habit. She wasn't exactly completely awake at the moment either. She was a bit groggy, but habit had won over. Sometimes she wondered whether she should resist the urge, but generally that urge didn't win.

Carol moved toward Daryl's door, but stopped just short. She didn't want to wake him up if he was sleeping, honestly. And she knew that he was more in tune with the things around her than she was. She didn't know when the two of them would get back to the way that she preferred things, but she did hope that it was sooner rather than later. She hated knowing that they were at odds. Bringing a hand up to run through her hair, Carol took a look around the room in the dark. She liked being here in the Land of Make Believe. Ultimately, it was much better than home had been, even if there were people that she missed.

Carol moved toward the door, mostly to double check that everything was fine, another habit that she probably didn't need to keep. But while she was at the door she heard something from in the hallway. She almost didn't open the door to check on it. She couldn't help it, though. She had to check. So, she twisted the knob and peeked her head out, looking one way and then the other. Carol was more than surprised at what she saw, actually. Her eyes widened at the person she saw and she tried not to laugh at the big, goofy, and drunken smile on his face. She had thought he'd be in his room, but she had definitely been wrong. Pushing the door open further, Carol slipped out into the hall, her feet and calves were bare. Her sweatpants ended at her knees. and the t-shirt was loose on her frame, one shoulder half visible. Her arms crossed in front of her as she stepped toward Daryl, her hair a bit all over the place, curling and sticking up at random intervals.

"Daryl?" Carol said his name, quietly, but hoping that he would hear her. It was dark, and it was definitely night, so she didn't want to wake anyone up. She had figured he'd been home already because Rick had gone drinking with him, but apparently they had really made a night of it. She couldn't help the soft smile, it seemed like a good sign to her. "What are you doing in the hallway?" She asked, stepping up closer to him, tilting her head, unable to really help it. He was almost adorable in this drunken state and the way that he was standing with his head against the wall.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 08:39 am UTC (link)
This position wasn't so bad. Daryl could probably pass out here if he wanted. He could just let his eyes slide closed and then pass the fuck out without a goddamned care. Who needed a bed anyway? He curled his arm around his head before managing to rest his forehead against his forearm. And there we go, a goddamn pillow even. It wasn't so bad. He's slept in shittier conditions even before the world went to shit; this wouldn't be too hard, and he was so goddamned sleepy. He had actually started to drift off into dreamland when he heard the voice. Not just any voice. Her voice.

He groaned, not because he didn't want her presence, but because the thought of having to respond seemed to take so much effort when he'd been quite happy with passing out right here. But he did manage to lift his head just enough to turn it so that he could peer at her from over his bicep, his eyes squinted against the haze of alcohol. He didn't really consider not answering it; he was just too out of it to come up with an answer right away. So, for almost twenty full seconds, all he did was stare at her. Well, all three of her, as the case seemed to be.

"...Can't find our room..." he mumbled out, kind of pathetically as he all but pouted at the admission.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 08:46 am UTC (link)
Carol had to resist the urge to laugh at Daryl and the state that he was in. The giggle almost escaped her mouth, but she just barely managed to keep it from coming out. She didn't figure that he would like her laughing at him. And she wasn't really laughing at him so much as she was laughing at his state and the way that he looked. Daryl Dixon had always seemed like such a tough man, but in moments like this, and a select few others he just seemed so adorable.

"It's just back this way. The door is open." Carol pointed out because she had indeed left the door open when she'd come out. She smiled at him, a bit wider, unable to help herself, as she moved so that she was standing just in front of him, not leaning against the wall like him, though. "How about you come sleep in your room and your bed instead of against the wall out here?" She suggested, the smile still on her face.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 09:03 am UTC (link)
If Daryl were in a bed right now, he would have rolled over like an impudent child. As it were, he was leaning against a wall, so all he could do was roll across the wall as he turned to face all three of the Carols currently staring at him. Shit, that fucking sight was confusing as hell. A hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tried to get is triple-eyed vision to come together. "I dunn see it," he mumbled when she said it was open. He hadn't seen any fucking open doors! And, okay, he wasn't really looking now, not with his eyes closed as he tried to get the world to stop spinning around him like some goddamn dreidel. He was just having some issues with the world not cooperating at the moment. His fingers were just barely holding onto the beer bottle in his other hand, it just about ready to slip from his grasp.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 09:18 am UTC (link)
Watching him like this was definitely somewhat of a new experience for her. Sure, she had seen him drunk back at the CDC in their world, but it had been different. she hadn't developed the friendship that she now had with him yet. AT that point in time he had been much more of a stranger. Now that she was closer to him, she felt, she was much more comfortable with him in general. They had had much more time to develop trust than they had at that point.

She definitely trusted him. She knew that he trusted her a little more than he had at one point. How much he trusted her was debatable, though.

"It's back there, I promise." She reassured him. "I opened it when I came out." She informed him, which he might not have realized because of how much he had obviously drank. She waited a moment, just sort of watching him, her eyes not really finding the precariously held bottle. "How about I walk you inside?" She suggested, though she planned on doing it regardless. She couldn't just leave him out here.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 09:25 am UTC (link)
Daryl opened his eyes to try to watch her as she spoke only to instantly regret it. All of her words turned into damn gibberish in his head, like all of three of the Carols were trying to speak at once, and it was making his head spin even more than it already was. He raised a hand to gesture for her to shut up and stop talking, while his other brought the beer up with it as he rested his wrist against his forehead, trying to steady everything out. He needed to stop his head from spinning before it rolled right off his damn shoulders. The bottle rested against his face, his nose butting the glass.

"Stooop," he groaned, trying to order the triplets to just shut the hell up already, though any malice was lost in his attempt to be threatening as he had more of a pout on his face than a growl. So, un-Dixon-like. "Ya'll all can't talk at once..."

He was fucking plastered.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 09:35 am UTC (link)
Carol paused in her tracks, almost freezing completely as Daryl lifted a hand, watching as he put the beer bottle toting hand up to his forehead. She had no idea what he was doing, but the beer bottle was now hiding his face from sight. She had no idea what he was doing or what the logic was behind him, but a bit of a laugh escaped her mouth and she found her hand coming up to cover up the smile that she had on her mouth.

All? There was only one of her. And the fact that he had practically pouted in the way he had said it was almost the best thing that she had ever seen. She wished she had a camera, a little. She was sure that he wouldn't appreciate that, though. "Daryl, there's only one of me." She corrected him gently.

"How about we go back to our place?" She posed it as a question, but it wasn't so much a question. That was where he was going, she just had to help him realize that....and get him there.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 09:43 am UTC (link)
"S'not," he mumbled. He could very easily see three damn Carols in front of him, and it was hurting his head just staring at it. Not because he didn't like staring at Carol, because he did (where the fuck did that come from?), but she was kinda shimmery and foggy and unfocused. It just made his head hurt. When she asked about their place, he gave a nod that he immediately regretted. His head felt like it weighed a goddamned ton at the moment, and the movement nearly lurched him forward to face-plant onto the ground. Luckily, his center of gravity was firmly planted back against the wall, and all of the tipping and falling was in his head. An overactive imagination brought on by the alcohol.

Daryl pushed himself off of the wall, ready to head to bed, but that center of gravity decided to fight him this time. He stood up straight for all of two seconds before he was falling back against the wall once more, as if magnetically attracting to the damn wallpaper. He leaned there, blinking in confusion, as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 10:00 am UTC (link)
Apparently he and Rick had gotten very drunk. Carol was probably more amused than she should have been, but she wondered how much Rick had drank too. Obviously Rick had to be in a similar shape, but he seemed to have made it back to his place just fine. Carol would have to check on him in the morning. She made a note to remember that for later, actually. Right now, though, Daryl was her focus.

The woman watched as he sort of did weebling and wobbling with the aid of the wall. Seemed that his ability to walk had probably gone out the window several beers ago. She idly wondered how he had managed to get this far, actually.

At his confusion Carol felt her chest move with holding in the laugh. There was almost a child-like quality to him at the moment. She wasn't frustrated or upset with him, it was mostly endearing. Though, she knew after sleeping he'd be hungover, which wouldn't be so pleasant. "How about I help you back to your room, sound like a good idea?" Maybe she could get him to drink some water to help with that hangover.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 10:14 am UTC (link)
"Long as the floor ain't movin' in there," he said. His voice was slurred from both his inebriation and his embarrassment at being unable to apparently walk like a normal human being. Daryl's reactions were a little slow on the uptake, but he knew that he must look like a damn fool as he tried to get the walls to stop waving like the goddamn parting river. His cheeks were slightly red, though luckily it blended in with the redness of his face from the alcohol, and after a moment to tossing aside his dignity, he reached out for her, needing her steadiness to help guide him back to the room. His fingers found her shoulder just as the beer bottle held between his forefinger and thumb slipped from his grasp. The bottle didn't break when it hit the floor; it was too durable for that; but it did make a nice thunk sound when it finally hit the floor.

Daryl stared at it for a moment. "Shit." The word was kind of choked out. He leaned forward and rested his head against Carol's shoulder with a slight groan. "M'sorry... Shouldn'ta drunk so much... Shouldn'ta done a lotta shit... Shouldn'ta said what I said... M'sorry..." He was rambling, but he didn't even realize it.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 10:30 am UTC (link)
"It wasn't the last time I was in there." Carol reassured the drunk Dixon, though it probably would be moving for him, considering it was because of the alcohol. He was probably more drunk now than he had been at the CDC from what she remembered, actually. Now that they were in a safer world, though some would debate that fact, it seemed like it was more okay. Carol didn't mind. The drinking didn't make him meat, and it wasn't hurting anybody, so she didn't really see a problem with it.

Carol felt his fingers against her shoulder and shifted just a tad closer to him than she had been, not minding being the thing that helped steady him. She hadn't been expecting the beer to be dropped, though. In hindsight, she probably should have grabbed that from him earlier. She hadn't, though, and hindsight was 20/20. So, instead the beer splashed the front of her, mostly the hem of her shirt and some of her sweatpants before landing near her feet where some of the liquid seemed to run out of the bottle, though it wasn't a huge amount she felt it run just enough so that it touched her toes a bit, causing her to shift her feet back. It wasn't so bad, at least she wasn't soaked. She was just a bit damp for the moment.

"It's okay." She reassured him softly, surprised when his head landed on her shoulder. She looked down at the side of his face that she could see. He had so many fewer inhibitions when he was like this. It was nice in a way. She didn't know that he'd remember anything from tonight into the next day, though. It could go either way. Without thinking, though, Carol brought a hand up, daring to gently rest her hand on his head, smoothing his hair a bit a moment after. "Shhh, it's okay." She reassured toward the end of his rambling. "You're fine. It's okay, you're forgiven. I just hope I am too." She smiled, unable to help herself.

After a moment she forced herself to pull her hand away and slid the other so that it was around him, hand rested on his back. "Lets get you to your room." She told him, making the move, gently urging him to walk along with her toward his bedroom. She would clean the beer up before she went back to bed.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 10:40 am UTC (link)
Daryl sighed, almost in a content fashion, as her hand ran over his hair. He could have stayed like this, he decided, as he just took in her closeness and scent. He could have stayed like this and been just fine with it. But as it were, she moved, and he moved with her, his arm sliding across her shoulders so that he could hold onto her better as she started to guide him back toward their room. He didn't even tense at the closeness, not for a second, being way too drunk for him to care at all. His eyes are almost closed as he walks with her, letting her guide him, though his feet are doing kind of funny things as he goes, making him stumble a little even with her help.

It took him several moments before he finally remembered her question, and he turned his head to look at her. "I was bein' a fuckin' prick... ya weren't doin' nothin' wrong... Nothin' to forgive." He swallowed and let his head fall forward again, chin to his chest, unable to keep the 10-ton weight that was his head up much longer. "Fuckin' hell... I can't 'member the last time I was this damn drunk..."

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 10:55 am UTC (link)
There was a definitely difference in him when he was sober versus drunk, but Carol saw the same thing that she always saw, just in a different light. She cared about him no matter how he acted, and no matter how upset he got with her. She always saw a good man in Daryl, he just didn't see it. She also saw a lot of emotion there too, he just wasn't really all that good at dealing with it, unfortunately. He'd get there one day, she hoped.

Feeling the weight of his arm around her shoulders definitely let Carol know that he was there. He was a bit all over the place, actually. She had never thought of Daryl being this uncoordinated. It was strange for her to be the coordinated one of the two, even if just for a short time, actually. It was nice to know that he didn't mind the fact that they were so close at the moment too. Though, she was just helping him back to his room. She'd definitely remember the way he'd rested his head on her shoulder, even if he wouldn't.

She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face right now, though. He might not have meant that he forgave her, but he had been talking more lately and she'd take it for now because it felt nice to be around him again. "How about we compromise and say we were both in the wrong?" She suggested as they reached the door; Carol pushed the door open further and it took some maneuvering, but she got him through the threshold, pulling the door shut behind them. "I don't even think you were this drunk back at the CDC." She pointed out, starting to move toward the bedroom that was his.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 11:04 am UTC (link)
"Alright, whatever," Daryl said, too sleepy-drunk to really argue. His shoulder hit the side of the door from his own stumbling than Carol's lack of guidance, but he barely even felt it. Upside of being drunk out of his fucking mind. He wasn't going to argue with her about that shit, mostly because he just wanted to put it all behind him. He had reached out to Rick in an effort to move past it, to stop dwelling on shit that he couldn't change, and to just accept things as they were. Yeah, maybe they weren't aware of everyone's goddamn location at every damn second like they were back home, but that didn't mean shit. Just because they didn't come looking for him like his father, brother, mother never had anytime he disappeared didn't mean that that this was the same. It wasn't. It was all different. Every goddamn little bit of it.

"Hell nah... Glenn and Andrea were the ones pukin' their fuckin' guts out... Dunno how to hold their liquor..." He chuckled as if he'd just told a great joke, the corners of his lips turned up happily.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 11:17 am UTC (link)
She figured that that whatever, unlike the one that he'd sent via text was a much more agreeable one. Carol wasn't going to keep pushing a topic, not when it seemed to be having a good result. Carol couldn't help the wince and feel bad as he hit his shoulder on the side of the door. And she couldn't help the murmured, "Sorry." that came either, truthfully. He was just all over the place in this state and as cute as it was he had none of the coordination that he usually had. She didn't even think his drunken body knew what walking was, actually. He was only moving because he had her guiding him along at the moment.

"To be fair, I don't think Glenn had drank that much before the world ended." She grinned, laughing at their mutual friend and family member. She didn't know if that had changed here or not, but she remembered pretty vividly just how hungover he had been. "I have no room to talk, though, I'm in the same boat as Glenn." She shared, reaching for the knob of his door and opening it.

"Almost there." She told him as she tried to guide him a bit more successfully into his room and toward his bed.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 11:55 am UTC (link)
"Mm..." That was the most intelligent thing he could think to say as he started to waver in and out of his drunken stupor, her words not really making too much sense anymore. Daryl leaned against her, almost putting all of his weight on her, and his head came down to rest against her shoulder again. His arm had lost the drive to stay up around her shoulders and had fallen down her back to wrap around her waist instead. In his drunken state, he couldn't help but notice how well they fit together. He thought that if they were asleep, he could have fallen asleep, just like this. In fact, he still might. It was a very tempting possibility.

"Ya smell good." It was almost a question as he lifted his head to look at her, almost confused by this revelation. And then he was being distracted by the bed, and he suddenly let go of her to flop on to his bed. He took enough time to roll over onto his back, his legs still hanging off the edge and his head nowhere near his pillow, before he shut his eyes and seemingly drifted off.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 12:32 pm UTC (link)
Daryl probably wasn't going to remember any of this tomorrow. Or maybe he would, she supposed that she didn't know for certain, but it seemed like he was probably drunk enough to forget entirely. His usual inhibitions had gone so far out the window that he was definitely hitting Carol with surprise after surprise. Not only had he let her touch him so easily, but he had touched her, initiating it, and comfortably so. She was sure that it had everything to do with the alcohol, but it was still nice, even if he did smell a bit like beer and cigarettes.

It was also a pity that once she got him into bed she'd go back to her room and this probably wouldn't happen again, at least not for a long while. It was nice feeling his arm around her waist, and even his head on her shoulder. He was warm, and she really did care about him. No matter what way she looked at it, she gravitated toward him and they seemed to work somehow. She couldn't exactly explain it, but in her mind she could see it and have hope for it one day.

Carol laughed lightly at the compliment, "Thanks, I think." She responded with a smile on her face, only to blink, confused, as he flopped onto the bed so suddenly. Carol watched as he rolled onto his bed. He was laying the wrong way completely and his feet were dangling off of the bed. She half wanted to snap a picture, but she resisted the urge, her hand over her mouth a moment to keep from laughing before she moved forward. She couldn't help but mother him a little bit. She didn't want him sleeping the way that he was.

Carol untied one shoe and then the other, slipping them off afterward and placing them next to the bed so that he could find them. Once she finished that task she moved the blankets, the best that she could, at least enough so that they wouldn't be completely trapped under him, should he get cold. After she'd done that she guided his feet so that they were on the bed rather than hanging off, turning his body some, though not completely. She was pretty positive that he was passed out, and she couldn't really see how he wasn't, considering just how smashed he was. Carol had a thought. She moved into his bathroom, grabbing the trashcan. She paused, though, seeing the glass on the sink's counter. It seemed like a good idea to help him out as much as possible. So, she turned the faucet on cold, rinsing the glass out pretty well before filling it up with cold water. Once she was finished off the water went, and Carol took both items with her into the bedroom. The trashcan went next to the nightstand and his glass went on the nightstand. She figured she might be able to sneak back in after cleaning up the beer in the hallway to put him some aspirin on the table.

Carol stilled a moment in her flurry of movements to watch Daryl for a moment. She liked what she saw, and more than just because she was attracted to him. He looked much more peaceful than he did in his waking moments. After a long moment Carol pulled the covers slightly over his body, silently. She couldn't help but notice that his hair was on his forehead, a bit of it close to his eyes, so she reached forward without thinking and moved to brush the hair back out of the way. It was an affectionate action, but pretty much everyone knew that Carol felt a good deal of affection for Daryl by this point. She hoped he realized too.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 12:58 pm UTC (link)
Daryl had been in that state, that state of nearly asleep, nearly completely out of it, and just about to be gone from the world when he felt something touching his face. He had a flash of -- something. He was not even sure of what. It could have been a sudden fear of a walker hand reaching for him. Or it could have been his father. Or maybe even goddamned Merle trying to reach for him. Either way, the sudden realization that something or someone was touching him in his sleep sent him in an immediate panic. His hand shot up and grabbed her tiny bony one in his hand in a hard grip as his blue eyes shot open. His heart was thundering in his chest from the immediate leap of fear, and it took him several seconds before his eyes focused in on Carol's face as he finally realized who he was looking at.

"W-what're ya doin'?" he slurred, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to calm his heart rate. He was still holding onto her wrist, pinning her there, without even realizing it.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 01:07 pm UTC (link)
Carol was startled by the flash of movement that she hadn't been expecting. Apparently even drunk Daryl had some of the best reflexes that probably existed anywhere. She was stunned for a moment, standing there and staring at Daryl. She felt a little bit like she had been caught doing something bad, though she really hadn't done anything wrong. She knew that she hadn't really done anything that was wrong, per se, but it sure felt like it, the way that he was looking at her.

Maybe he had sobered up in the moments that she had been busy. Maybe the unspoken rule about touching had changed in the moments that he had seemed to be passed out. She hadn't meant to freak him out, though.

She didn't try to pull away from him. She just stayed still, it was a tight hold and he held hard, but it didn't hurt. "I'm sorry." She spoke up, looking down, a bit guiltily. "I was just brushing your hair off of your forehead and out of your eyes. I didn't think it'd wake you." She told him, figuring there was nothing to say other than the truth.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 01:19 pm UTC (link)
It took Daryl a few more moments before he realized that he was still holding her wrist tightly. Immediately, he thought back to a moment outside of Atlanta of Ed dragging Carol across camp as everybody just looked away awkwardly, not wanting to get in the middle of it. Horrified, he let go and pushed himself into the bed as he brought both hands up to his face, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. "M'sorry," he muttered, his voice lower and slurred from both his sleepiness and drunken state. He swallowed thickly and dropped his hands. "Ya scared the shit outta me, woman," he admitted. "But I didn't mean t'... it was just... Didn't mean to hurt ya..."

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 01:36 pm UTC (link)
As he let her wrist go, Carol just let it fall to her side. She didn't want him to feel bad for an instinctual reaction, especially when she knew that he really couldn't help it. He had just reacted and he had been asleep, so there was no way for him to know that the touch was friendly and fond. She really did feel bad about startling him, especially because she had been so sure that he had been passed out. And now he was awake.

"It's okay." She reassured him with a small smile. "I'm sorry I scared you. Didn't mean to, I though you were out for the count." She couldn't help but admit it. "I should have kept my hands to myself." She definitely knew that much. She didn't want him feeling bad, though. "You really didn't hurt me, though. I'm fine." She promised him.

"You should go back to sleep." She told him, her tone fond.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 01:45 pm UTC (link)
Daryl's hand found Carol's again. But this time, instead of grabbing her by the wrist, he timidly ran his fingertips up her digits before he finally intertwined their fingers together. He didn't dare look up into her face to see her reaction. He instead focused on how their hands looked together, her slightly paler one below his sun-kissed and calloused one. They had held hands before. Sort of. Both here and back home. But every time, he felt like his entire stomach was going to fall out in the utter fear of her reaction. This time, it wasn't quite as scary, maybe because of the alcohol, but he still felt that same fear of rejection.

"No, ya don't have to," he whispered, letting the unspoken keep your hands to yourself hang in the air. He licked his bottom lip, nervous as hell as he gave her hand a little tug to urge her to sit down. "Stay?" His voice was barely audible as he finally forced his blue-eyed gaze onto her face.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 02:03 pm UTC (link)
Carol was surprised yet again. What was that the tenth time this evening? It didn't really matter, but he'd managed to surprise her quite a few times in a fairly small period of time. It really was a good thing, though. She liked the feel of his fingers intertwined with her's. His hand was warmer than her's. And the textures of his hand in general were different. Her's weren't as calloused as his, his were rougher than her's, and his hands were bigger than her's too. It was nice, though.

What was probably the nicest part was that he had initiated it too, actually. That was definitely a surprise all by itself. Again, she couldn't help but think that he probably wouldn't remember all of this, but it was still nice in the moment.

"I'll keep that in mind." She shared with him, smiling down at him. As she felt the tug she didn't resist at all, moving to sit on the bed. "Sure, as long as you want." She told him, meeting his eyes easily.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 02:19 pm UTC (link)
Daryl let out a small sigh as he rolled onto his side, using his free arm to tuck under his head as a pillow. He looked up, squinting against the blurry vision that he was plagued with at the moment to figure out where the pillows actually were, before he moved to scoot up the bed. He didn't dare let go of Carol's hand while he did, making him tug on her slightly as he finally found the pillow to rest his head on. He gave her hand another small yank to try to convince her to come closer, maybe even lay down. He didn't know what the hell he wanted. He was just tired of being alone.

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[info]notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 02:29 pm UTC (link)
Carol knew, from experience, that Daryl could sleep just about anywhere. Most of their group probably could. And that included awkward positions on the bed. Carol couldn't help but grin, though, as she watched Daryl move about on the bed before he wound up scooting up so that he could lie on the pillows. She followed because he seemed to be lightly tugging her in that direction. She laid down next to him, more than comfortable with it. The two of them had slept closely during the winter, which everyone had sort of been forced to do.

Carol settled her head on the pillow, not having pulled her hand from his. She laid on her side facing him for the moment. She had had every intention of going back out into the hallway to clean up that beer and the bottle, but if he wanted her to stay, she really couldn't see any way or reason to deny him, actually.

No real words needed to be spoken at the moment. She knew he was tired, he probably wouldn't be awake much longer. And she couldn't help but let her eyes taken in the sleepy look that was on his face. She couldn't help but notice the way his hair fell onto his forehead or the scruff that was on his chin. They were all things that endeared him to her even more.

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[info]littledixon
2013-06-20 02:34 pm UTC (link)
Daryl's eyes were closed as she started to shift to lay down next to him, but he felt her body heat mix with his own. He let out a sigh, this one similar to before, a small one of content as he relaxed into the position he was in. It didn't take too long before the hold on her hand relaxed, but he did not let go. He just drifted off to sleep, lulled there by the alcohol and Carol's presence.

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