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Carol Peletier (notmylittlegirl) wrote in makebelievelog,

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.