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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