Your Man
There was none of the movie-esque running across some distant beach ending in a wild embrace awash with happy tears. No shouting each other's name as they stepped forward into the other's space. None of that girly bullshit of finding a lost love and falling into their arms.
No need to go bein' a pussy an makin' a fool a yourself, Merle's voice whispered in his ear.
No, nothing of the sort. He saw her across the sparse trees outside of Terminus and moved forward quickly, needing nothing more than to just brush shoulders with her and make sure she was real.
Once he was closer, he realized Carol wasn't as apposed to the girly display as he'd first thought. Her hands were reaching toward him even before she could get within his vicinity and those blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Instead of the standing before each other, him unable to make the first move as he wanted, and needing her to touch him with such desperation he would be stammering, Carol grasped the back of his neck and pulled his face to hers.
As her breath caressed his lips he was lost. Lost in the only place he'd always wanted to be, but never had knowledge of as her lips took hold of his in a meaningful kiss.
"Sorry…so sorry." Carol began stumbling and blushing as she jumped away from the kiss she'd initiated, releasing Daryl quickly with a shy turn of her lips.
"Damn woman," Daryl drawled, eyebrow raising as his arms grasped her closer to his body. "Kissin' your man ain't nothin' to be sorry 'bout!"
The End