Prompt fills about Carol, Daryl, and others that I'm bringing over from my Tumblr for organizational purposes. Hope you enjoy!
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When he finally reaches the gates, he bypasses the slaughter and finds Carol in the kitchen of their home, standing at the sink in just her bra and pants. Her shirt, the white cotton spotted with red like a candy cane, is floating in a soapy pool of water.
Daryl comes up behind her, sees the trembling in her shoulders, the stiffness of her spine, the tight knuckles of her hands as they grip the edge of the sink. She doesn't turn around, and Daryl places one hand on the space between her shoulder blades, fingers spreading across sun speckled skin. He feels her back bow as she lets out a shuddering sigh, shoulders hunching even further into herself.
He places his vest around those shuddering shoulders, then steps up beside her and reaches for the sponge.