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Tweak says, "Exit stage left."

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 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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