Spoons
It has been lunch time in the abandoned motel the now called home, everyone lined up as the grabbed the stew that carol had just fished making.
She hand given stew to everyone in the group, Rick and Daryl to get the stew they always went last, making sure everyone before them could eat. Rick first received his bowl, thanking carol and then stood waiting for Daryl.
She handed him his bowl of stew, he accepted it thanking her and stood staring at her.
"What?" she asked raising her brow in confusion
"I don't get a spoon?" he grumbled reaching over and grabbing his own.
Usually he would have taken the stew, and would just tip the bowl back, what was left of the stew using his fingers. To catch the residue with his fingers, and then lick them clean.
"Sorry" carol said, looking over to Rick who shared the same look.
Carol and Rick both watched as Daryl, the man who could destroy a walker miles away with out blinking, was a bit awkward with a spoon.
He glared at the two as he walked up, hading his bowl back to carol. "There's still some in the bowl," she pointed out.
"Still can wash it cant ya?" He asked annoyed
Carol didn't respond as she took it back, she couldn't help smirking. As he grumbled, walking away.
"What the hell was such a big deal of him eating with a spoon? He thought to himself as he walked away"