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Carol Peletier (notmylittlegirl) wrote in makebelievelog,

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.