Witten as a Tumblr-request in about 15 minutes.
But guyyysss
What if Carol breaks into tears because she's been through too much shit and then Daryl takes the rag out his back pocket and wipes her tears away
Oh god SOMEONE WRITE THIS.
Tears
Daryl walked up to the little dock in the lake to fill some bottles with water as he suddenly stopped as he saw Carol sitting there quietly, her bare feet dangling in the water.
A little smile played on his lips when he took his time to soak in the view of her image. He would love to sit there next to her. Not speaking, not joking, just sitting beside her would be enough. He loved how they could be silent together and still be comfortable. Like they talked beyond words.
In the back of his mind he heared Merle's voice telling him to stop having such pussy assed treehugger thoughts. Daryl laughed quietly to himself "yeah, that was Merle alright. Real Dixons saw the world for what it was and certainly didn't believe in the paranormal. Except for legendary beasts like the Cupacabra that is."
Daryl decided to walk up to Carol, he needed to get water anyway and maybe she would flirt a bit. He would never admit it, but he kind of liked that. He was to awkward to initiate flirting, hell, he wouldn't even know how…first and last time he tried that he ended up throwing a waterjug in her direction. But when she made cheeky suggestions at him….he would always say 'Stop' but how he loved their interactions.
"Hey," he said softly laying a hand on her shoulder as not to startle her "help me to get some water? " She didn't answer him an Daryl looked confused. He lowered to the wooden deck and sat beside her stroking her back. He saw she was in tears, crying without a sound. She glanced sideways towards her and gave him a sad smile and she gently squeezed his knee.
"I know, nothing has been easy in a long while, has it?" Daryl said staring across the lake.
"Yeah," Carol exhaled "it hasn't."
Daryl turned towards her and have her a little hug. He whispered in her ear "just take your time, you know where to find me." He reached for his backpocket and pulled out the rag cloth he kept in there. Gently he rubbed the tears of her cheeks and brought her hand up to place the rag in it. He softly placed a kiss on her knuckles before he got up and returned to camp without water.