Changes
Rating: Safe
Summary: A conversation between Daryl and Carol.
A/N: My first TWD fic and is based on the TV show. I admit I enjoy the Carol and Daryl flirting. Please excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes.
Carol sighed and tossed the gut stained rag into the sink. No matter how much dirt, grime, guts and blood she wiped away, she still looked the same. It was no doubt that days of no food or showers had made her thinner and the bags under her eyes darker. She was getting older too. Her grey hair continued to grow, taking over her dark locks.
Since finding the prison, she had a few nights of blissful sleep, but a full restless night of sleep was never guaranteed.
"What's wrong with you?" Daryl asked moving into the bathroom of the abandoned house making her jump slightly.
"Nothing new," she said tossing him a smirk as she turned on the sink and rung out her rag.
"What's it this time?" he asked shifting with his bow secured in his hand and pointing to the ground.
"I don't know. You kind of forget that you're getting older even though the world has ended." She turned off the sink and turned to face a clueless Daryl. He was still young. She stuffed the rag in her bag and swung it over her shoulder before leaning against the sink with her arms crossed. "I'm old," she blurted out with a shrug.
"Don't you got a billion other things to worry 'bout than your self-esteem issues?" he drawled.
"Yeah," she shrugged. "I just always imagined if I was single again I'd be having… more fun. If you ever get a girlfriend she's going to have mood swings for the rest of her life. Even when she's my age."
Carol walked past him stepping into the hallway of the house they had just cleared. She picked up the bag of supplies they had gathered and stepped over a walker Daryl had shot in the eye.
"How old are you anyways?" he asked pulling his arrow from the mutilated eye socket and following her down the stairs.
"A woman never tells," she replied. They were silent as they made their way to the door. Carol took a look to make sure no walkers had followed them. The street was quiet and clear.
"Well, if you were my girl, I'd tell you that you were beautiful everyday." stood on the porch and turned around to look at Daryl trying not to burst into a fit of laughter.
"Ok, once a week," he admitted making her toss her head back and laugh again.
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