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Carol Peletier (notmylittlegirl) wrote in makebelievelog,

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.