Carol's little 'come to Jesus' talk with Merle extended. Just a few important seconds. Season 3.
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Merle grinned, slow, easy, looked at her with that calculating gaze, stood. "Alright, Mouse."
A thin stretch of her lips and Carol did the same. She watched him, listened to the hollow drum of his arm against the bars as he disappeared deeper into the prison, and sighed, letting her shoulders, the bravado act drop. Awareness prickled the fine hairs of her neck, had her biting her lip as she turned to him. Daryl. "How long have you been standing there?"
His mouth twitched. His blue eyes shone with fondness and…pride? He dropped his arms. Dipped his chin. "Long enough."
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