There was that one time, when... (prt 4)
There was that one time, when Carol wanted to join Daryl on a dangerous run. For days he tried to talk her out of it. He didn't want her in danger, while she didn't want him going off on his own. In the end they agreed Carol would come along. She enjoyed being outside of the prison. Seeing Daryl in action was a major turn on, as was the adrenaline that kicked in. Once they aqcuired the things they needed, they found a quiet spot to park the car and release some of the adrenaline. It was the hottest sex they ever had. They made a good team.
There was that one time, when Daryl found an abandoned kitten just outside the prison. It has lost its mother and it needed to be hand-reared for it to live. Daryl turned out to be quite the daddy. Carol admired his determination and kindness toward the small, helpless animal. It was sweet watching him talk to the kitten all day, carrying it around in a sling on his chest. It grew up to be a friendly pet; it followed Daryl all around the prison and became a beloved prison cat.
There was that one time, when Carol baked a few of her pies. It was the best damn pie Daryl had ever tasted and he ate all of it. He lived to regret it during the night, but he never told Carol about it.
There was that one time, when Carol had been sick with food poisoning. Daryl stood by her bedside the whole time to take care of her. Rubbing her back while she threw up. She was too ill to be embarrassed. She was just grateful he was there. He helped her change out of her clothing, wet from sweating so much. It was the first time he caught a glimpse of her scars. He never realised she had any and it made him furious. It was a good thing Ed was already dead. Daryl was so angry, he could have killed him all over again.
There was that one time, when Carol woke up and realised it was her birthday. She'd never mentioned it to anyone and the day passed by quietly. In the evening Daryl came to her with a small gift. She unwrapped it and it turned out to be different shades of eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick. She thanked him, while he mumbled something about that being "stuff women were into". The next day at breakfast Carol emerged from her cell with her warpaint on. Daryl almost chocked on a piece of meat. He barely recognised her. After the shock wore off, Carol shared her new stash with the rest of the women.
There was that one time, when Carol was grateful to shower at the end of a particularly hot day. She stripped down and stepped into one of the cubicles. She let the water flow over her and wash the dirt away, when suddenly she felt two familiar hands slide around her waist. She looked back and saw Daryl, being equally dirty, looking at her apologetically, like he cound't help himself. They scrubbed eachother down first. Then they made the same rounds around eachothers bodies again, but slow and more tender this time.