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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

"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.