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Tweak says, "It's like a party on your head"

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 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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