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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2013-06-20 01:06:00

Entry tags:

!complete, carol peletier, daryl dixon

Who: Daryl and Carol
What: Daryl is shitfaced drunk after going drinking with Rick. Carol finds him trying to find his way back to their room.
When: Thursday, June 20, sometime after midnight.
Where: Starting in the East Wing on the Second Floor and ending in Daryl's room.
Rating/Warnings: Daryl's dirty mouth. Drunkenness. More to be added as they come.
Status: COMPLETE/Closed.

Daryl wasn't sure when he lost Rick. Well, okay, he didn't lose him. Not the way you'd lose a pen or a ball or some other shit that you'd lose. But he had been pretty sure that Rick was next to him one moment and then the next -- vanished. Actually, now that Daryl thought about it, and it was kind of hard to think through the alcoholic haze he was trying to break through with said thinking, he was pretty sure Rick had muttered something about going to bed or g'night or something before he disappeared into one of the doors. But was that two minutes ago? Or twenty? Shit, which door had it been? Which one was his?

He'd drunk too damn much.

But it had felt good. Good, like not worrying every damn minute about his place amongst his people. Good, like being safe and feeling needed and part of a family that actually gave a shit. Good, like having a brother back, even if it wasn't his brother by blood. So, even though he was stuck leaning against a wall, top of his scalp against the wallpaper as he tried to get the world around him to stop tipping dangerously to the left or right, he felt good. Dizzy, too. Fuck, he was dizzy. Who the hell had put him in a damn Tilt-A-Whirl anyway? He hadn't asked for this. Not that it was wiping the smile off of his face. It just made him hold onto the wall with one of his hands as he tried to wait for the ride to end so that he could get off and find his damn room.

The hallway was dark with the night, and that wasn't helping a damn thing. He was sweaty thanks to the alcohol raising his temperature a few degrees, not that he noticed, and he reeked of the booze he had been drinking all night. In his other hand, the one not trying to desperately hold onto the wall, he held a mostly empty beer bottle. American shit. Tasted like piss, but he didn't mind. It was what he was used to, and it did the trick. Tomorrow, after nursing a monster hangover, he'd start picking up the pieces of all of the shit he had left behind. But tonight, he just wanted to revel in his drunken state. And find his bed. Yeah, that was a good plan. Too fucking bad every damn door looked the same.

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notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 11:17 am UTC (link)

She figured that that whatever, unlike the one that he'd sent via text was a much more agreeable one. Carol wasn't going to keep pushing a topic, not when it seemed to be having a good result. Carol couldn't help the wince and feel bad as he hit his shoulder on the side of the door. And she couldn't help the murmured, "Sorry." that came either, truthfully. He was just all over the place in this state and as cute as it was he had none of the coordination that he usually had. She didn't even think his drunken body knew what walking was, actually. He was only moving because he had her guiding him along at the moment.

"To be fair, I don't think Glenn had drank that much before the world ended." She grinned, laughing at their mutual friend and family member. She didn't know if that had changed here or not, but she remembered pretty vividly just how hungover he had been. "I have no room to talk, though, I'm in the same boat as Glenn." She shared, reaching for the knob of his door and opening it.

"Almost there." She told him as she tried to guide him a bit more successfully into his room and toward his bed.

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littledixon
2013-06-20 11:55 am UTC (link)

"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.

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notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 12:32 pm UTC (link)

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.

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littledixon
2013-06-20 12:58 pm UTC (link)

Daryl had been in that state, that state of nearly asleep, nearly completely out of it, and just about to be gone from the world when he felt something touching his face. He had a flash of -- something. He was not even sure of what. It could have been a sudden fear of a walker hand reaching for him. Or it could have been his father. Or maybe even goddamned Merle trying to reach for him. Either way, the sudden realization that something or someone was touching him in his sleep sent him in an immediate panic. His hand shot up and grabbed her tiny bony one in his hand in a hard grip as his blue eyes shot open. His heart was thundering in his chest from the immediate leap of fear, and it took him several seconds before his eyes focused in on Carol's face as he finally realized who he was looking at.

"W-what're ya doin'?" he slurred, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to calm his heart rate. He was still holding onto her wrist, pinning her there, without even realizing it.

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notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 01:07 pm UTC (link)

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.

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littledixon
2013-06-20 01:19 pm UTC (link)

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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notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 01:36 pm UTC (link)

As he let her wrist go, Carol just let it fall to her side. She didn't want him to feel bad for an instinctual reaction, especially when she knew that he really couldn't help it. He had just reacted and he had been asleep, so there was no way for him to know that the touch was friendly and fond. She really did feel bad about startling him, especially because she had been so sure that he had been passed out. And now he was awake.

"It's okay." She reassured him with a small smile. "I'm sorry I scared you. Didn't mean to, I though you were out for the count." She couldn't help but admit it. "I should have kept my hands to myself." She definitely knew that much. She didn't want him feeling bad, though. "You really didn't hurt me, though. I'm fine." She promised him.

"You should go back to sleep." She told him, her tone fond.

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littledixon
2013-06-20 01:45 pm UTC (link)

Daryl's hand found Carol's again. But this time, instead of grabbing her by the wrist, he timidly ran his fingertips up her digits before he finally intertwined their fingers together. He didn't dare look up into her face to see her reaction. He instead focused on how their hands looked together, her slightly paler one below his sun-kissed and calloused one. They had held hands before. Sort of. Both here and back home. But every time, he felt like his entire stomach was going to fall out in the utter fear of her reaction. This time, it wasn't quite as scary, maybe because of the alcohol, but he still felt that same fear of rejection.

"No, ya don't have to," he whispered, letting the unspoken keep your hands to yourself hang in the air. He licked his bottom lip, nervous as hell as he gave her hand a little tug to urge her to sit down. "Stay?" His voice was barely audible as he finally forced his blue-eyed gaze onto her face.

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notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 02:03 pm UTC (link)

Carol was surprised yet again. What was that the tenth time this evening? It didn't really matter, but he'd managed to surprise her quite a few times in a fairly small period of time. It really was a good thing, though. She liked the feel of his fingers intertwined with her's. His hand was warmer than her's. And the textures of his hand in general were different. Her's weren't as calloused as his, his were rougher than her's, and his hands were bigger than her's too. It was nice, though.

What was probably the nicest part was that he had initiated it too, actually. That was definitely a surprise all by itself. Again, she couldn't help but think that he probably wouldn't remember all of this, but it was still nice in the moment.

"I'll keep that in mind." She shared with him, smiling down at him. As she felt the tug she didn't resist at all, moving to sit on the bed. "Sure, as long as you want." She told him, meeting his eyes easily.

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littledixon
2013-06-20 02:19 pm UTC (link)

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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notmylittlegirl
2013-06-20 02:29 pm UTC (link)

Carol knew, from experience, that Daryl could sleep just about anywhere. Most of their group probably could. And that included awkward positions on the bed. Carol couldn't help but grin, though, as she watched Daryl move about on the bed before he wound up scooting up so that he could lie on the pillows. She followed because he seemed to be lightly tugging her in that direction. She laid down next to him, more than comfortable with it. The two of them had slept closely during the winter, which everyone had sort of been forced to do.

Carol settled her head on the pillow, not having pulled her hand from his. She laid on her side facing him for the moment. She had had every intention of going back out into the hallway to clean up that beer and the bottle, but if he wanted her to stay, she really couldn't see any way or reason to deny him, actually.

No real words needed to be spoken at the moment. She knew he was tired, he probably wouldn't be awake much longer. And she couldn't help but let her eyes taken in the sleepy look that was on his face. She couldn't help but notice the way his hair fell onto his forehead or the scruff that was on his chin. They were all things that endeared him to her even more.

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littledixon
2013-06-20 02:34 pm UTC (link)

Daryl's eyes were closed as she started to shift to lay down next to him, but he felt her body heat mix with his own. He let out a sigh, this one similar to before, a small one of content as he relaxed into the position he was in. It didn't take too long before the hold on her hand relaxed, but he did not let go. He just drifted off to sleep, lulled there by the alcohol and Carol's presence.

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