Set in Alexandria season 6
Carol flicked through the last outfit in Maggie's wardrobe and sighed, she hadn't worn stuff like this in years, not since she first got together with Ed.
"Yeah you know this isn't really my style," Carol said shutting the doors, turning around to face Michonne and Maggie.
"Sure it is," Maggie perked up, "you just think it's not your style."
Michonne hummed in agreement, her attention going back to painting her nails.
"Maggie all of this stuff would make me look ridiculous," Carol argued slouching down on the bed.
"Woah careful!" Michonne exclaimed, her hand being jolted by Carol's sudden movement.
"Sorry," she grumbled, head in hands.
"Come on Carol," Maggie encouraged, "just let me and Michonne dress you up, do your hair, makeup, everything and if you don't like it I promise you can take it all off."
She sat up and thought for a moment, biting her inner lip.
"I bet a certain someone will definitely like what he sees," Michonne sniggered, glancing over her shoulder at her.
Carol shot back a look, "who are you talking about?"
"Like you don't already know," Maggie laughed, already looking through her wardrobe for an outfit.
Carol looked back and forth between them, a genuine look of confusion on her face, "who?"
Maggie smile left her face as she looked back at Carol, "you really don't know?"
"Um, no," Carol said, "care to elaborate?"
"Oh hell no," Michonne said firmly, "we will let tonight speak for itself."
"Just tell me who it is?" Carol asked her curiosity growing.
"No way, I'm with Michonne on this one, I wanna see his reaction," Maggie said throwing a dress at her.
"Maggie what an earth is this?" Carol gawked looking at the dress.
"It's a dress," Maggie said simply, "trust me, with a killer pair of heels you're gonna have someone drooling all over you."
"I can't wear this!" Carol exclaimed.
"You can and you will," Michonne said getting up to look through Maggie's shoes.
"But-"
"No buts," Michonne cut off, "you're wearing it and that's final, okay?"
Carol let out a reluctant and hesitant sigh before conceding, "…yes, okay."
Maggie clapped her hands in excitement, "I'll do your makeup."
"Good god," Carol murmured under her breath.
She took the dress and stupidly high pair of shoes Michonne picked out to the bathroom to change.
"Don't look in the mirror," she heard Maggie shout, "I want the final reveal to be a surprise."
"Yeah yeah," Carol grumbled pulling her shirt over her head.
The dress Maggie picked out was very elegant, but also left very little to the imagination in the cleavage department. It was all black with a deep plunge, hugging her figure perfectly. The dress stopped mid-thigh, she couldn't remember the last time she wore something this revealing. The arms were delicate lace, stopping at her forearm.
The heels Michonne picked was not something Carol would of chose in a million years, but she had to admit she was a little bit in love with them. They were a red suede platforms with a strap going over the top of her foot. They were surprisingly comfy for heels.
She did as Maggie said and didn't even glance in the mirror before she left the bathroom, going straight into the bedroom.
As soon she walked in the room Michonne gawked at her, her jaw slacking a little.
"God damn, girl's got legs on her," she said.
Maggie turned and let out a little squeak, "oh my god you look amazing."
Carol pulled nervously at the hem of her dress, "you sure it's not too much? I mean it's just a engagement party."
"No way, this is perfect," Michonne reassured.
"Makeup time!" Maggie gushed before Carol had a chance to doubt her outfit further.
Maggie pushed her shoulders so she sat down on the bed and immediately got to work.
While Maggie did her makeup, Michonne styled her hair, not massively different to usual, just a few styling products to enhance her natural soft gray curls that framed her face.
After what felt like a lifetime to Carol they finally finished.
Maggie stepped back, admiring her artwork, Michonne walked around and grinned nodding her head.
"You're ready," Michonne said.
"Damn boy's gonna lose his mind," Maggie murmured under her breath, only loud enough for Michonne to hear.
Carol stood up looking down until she got to Maggie's full length mirror.
She looked up and her breath caught a little, she still looked like her, but at the same time like a whole new person. She actually felt like she looked good, for the first time in a long time.
Maggie had painted her lips matte red and gone with a subtle smoky eye topped off with cat flick making her eyes look fierce and seductive.
"Alright ladies it's time," Michonne said hearing Rosita, Tara and Sasha come in.
Carol ran one hand through her hair and downed the rest of her drink, "alright lets do this."
She walked down the stairs and heard the gasps of the others.
"Carol, wow, you look amazing!" Rosita said passing her a shot.
"I would," Tara said giving her a nod before laughing.
"Right we're meeting the guys over there in a minute so we'll do a shot and go?" Maggie asked everyone.
"Sounds good," Sasha said picking up her own shot.
"On three ladies," Rosita said.
"One…two…three!"
Carol slammed the shot and cringed at it's bitter taste. Her nerves were getting the better of her, she wasn't so sure this was a good idea.
****
They arrived at the party to see the guys hadn't turned up yet.
"Typical," Rosita laughed, "Abraham spends more time styling his beard than I do my own hair."
After barely being there for a minute they had already been handed a shot of some sort of whiskey.
Carol took it gratefully, needing more confidence than she currently had. It burned her throat and warmed her insides. She drank a lot more liquid courage before the guys turned up but at this point she had excused herself to the bathroom.
She ran her hands through her hair, the alcohol giving her the edge she currently needed. After ruffing her hair up around the edges and smoothing out her dress she decided to go back downstairs.
She made it halfway down the stairs when Daryl walked in the front the door, immediately looking up.
Michonne quickly nudged Maggie nodding her head towards Daryl's direction.
Carol didn't notice him at first, her eyes scanning the room of people below her. He couldn't take his eyes off her though, he couldn't even find the words to describe what he was feeling. His stomach was doing all kinds of flips, she looked breathtaking. He drank her in, top to bottom, looking at her simmering blue eyes, her oh so tempting lips, the plunge in her dress the he couldn't even discreetly look at, the way the dress kissed every dip and curve on her body and her silky smooth legs that seemed to never end.
As she got further down the stairs she looked forward, catching Daryl's gaze. She gave a smile watched him practically ogle over her.
"Hey you made it," she said, breaking him out of the trance he had been in.
"Uh, yeah, you, you look, I mean, well, fuck," Daryl said rubbing his hand over his face at his fail to articulate.
Carol knew what him meant and grinned, "thanks, I wasn't so sure."
"You kidding me, you look incredible," he said relieved he could get some words out.
"Thank you Daryl," Carol replied blushing a little, "you wanna get a drink?"
"Yeah, yeah I think I need it," he responded following behind her as she walked to the kitchen.
His eyes inadvertently trailed down to her ass as her hand reached back and grabbed his hand to make sure he was still following. As she breezed past Michonne, Maggie shot a knowing look at her. She laughed and then they both turned their attention to a dumbstruck Daryl following closely behind, his eyes drinking in their concoction…