She came back later like she said she would. Honestly she wasn't sure which version of Daryl she wanted to face, the drugged up sex crazed man, or the slightly adorable fumbling awkward mess. She wondered if there was any truth to what he'd said last night or if it was just the drugs speaking, wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Carol knocked lightly before letting herself in, preparing herself for whatever state Daryl would be in. It didn't surprise her to find him up and out of bed, stood over by the window he turned and smiled at her.
"You should be resting," she scolded lightly, "you shouldn't be putting any weight on it yet."
"Rosita topped me up," he said grinning slowly, "due some more soon though."
"Oh, okay, so what mood are we in now? I do I get the pleasure of meeting the oh-so-charming man from last night, or do I get that kinda cute shy guy I got this morning?" she teased as he hopped back to his bed.
Daryl thought for a moment, "somewhere in between? I'm not sure, my heads a bit fuzzy but the pain kinda brings me in'n'out."
Carol nodded, sitting next to him on the bed, "the many colors of Daryl Dixon, not sure which is my favourite."
Daryl snorted at that, "damn knew which one I liked."
She smiled raising a brow in question, "really, which one was that?"
He scoffed at her, "ain't tellin' you that, you'd think I was a creep."
"So it was sexual crazed Daryl? I don't think you're a creep, I am curious to know why though?"
Daryl shrugged his shoulders, "dunno, just…liked his confidence is all."
Carol hummed an approval, her eyes glittering at him, "me too."
"Stop," he grunted, a smile playing on his lips, "he was a bit much right?"
"I don't know," Carol sighed, "I wouldn't have objected to him having his way with me."
Daryl flushed red, "you gotta stop teasing."
"Who says I'm teasing?" she challenged, a dangerous look in her eye.
Daryl swallowed hard, "Carol, I've still got drugs in my system, don't make me say something you and I will both regret."
This is where he let her know he wasn't attracted to her like that, that the teasing really did make him uncomfortable. Even though she could play it off as a joke it would sting, a lot. She didn't want to know what he had to say and she did, curiosity will always win though.
"Like what?" she asked before she could stop herself.
Daryl sighed and looked at her like he was going to tell her something but didn't really want to and had no choice in the matter.
"The reason you gotta stop teasing," he began, here came the fuzzy head again, anything he was thinking was going to come out and he had no control over it, "is cause I want nothin' more than to take you up on those damn offers, just too fuckin' awkward to do it, that's why I liked drugged up Daryl, got balls."
Carol's jaw went slack, of all the things she thought he might say she couldn't have been further wrong.
"I…" she started, what did she say? She didn't know. Was this still the drugs talking, were the drugs actually speaking his mind? He seemed pretty earnest about it, that familiar blush rising up his neck at his confession.
"You ain't gotta say nothin'," he mumbled, "don't expect nothin' from you, shouldn't 've told you."
"Its just- um, is this Daryl talking or the drugs? Cause I'm not putting myself out there for you to regret this in the morning. You've said yourself you regret telling me that before you even came out with it."
Carol looked down at her hands in her lap, this conversation had quickly gone from light to very serious and right now she was wanting to flee the situation.
"The drugs make it easier," he sighed, "easier to say what's actually on my mind. Just couldn't say it without them, it's true though."
Carol stayed silent for a long while, her face searching out his, waiting for him to look up at her.
Eventually he coyly did, peering up through his bangs, his expression so pained it made her heart ache.
She didn't think about her next actions knowing it would make her falter. She took his face in her hands and planted her mouth firmly against his, his speed to respond surprising her when he began to drink her in, his lips exploring her own. She was the one with the fuzzy head now, everything around her was a blur of heat all she could see was red as she felt his hands tangle in her hair.
This was all short lived though as the door swung open a whistle of approval sounded behind her.
Instinctively she jumped off fleeing to the other side of the room.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Daryl muttered, pulling the cover over his head.
"Looks like we got ourselves a party in here," Abraham bellowed laughing to himself.
Carol's hands went up slowly to cover her face as she resisted to urge to laugh, scream and cry all at the same time.
"I just came to give the boy his meds didn't realize he was in the middle of having a physical," Abe winked, placing the tablets on the side.
"Stay safe kids," he chuckled before closing the door.
