Daryl let out a small sigh as he rolled onto his side, using his free arm to tuck under his head as a pillow. He looked up, squinting against the blurry vision that he was plagued with at the moment to figure out where the pillows actually were, before he moved to scoot up the bed. He didn't dare let go of Carol's hand while he did, making him tug on her slightly as he finally found the pillow to rest his head on. He gave her hand another small yank to try to convince her to come closer, maybe even lay down. He didn't know what the hell he wanted. He was just tired of being alone.
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