Here's another short chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy! :)
Careese
Tyreese was a lifesaver.
As Daryl and Carol walked in the direction of their room, they passed Tyreese. Carol must have been giving out a distress signal, knowing that she would have to spill the ladies' secret to Daryl in a few minutes, and it made Tyreese stop in his tracks.
"Oh. Uh, hey, you two," he said, glancing between Carol and Daryl. "I was just looking for you two."
"You were?" Daryl's eyes narrowed. Carol hoped it wasn't in suspicion.
"Yeah. I need to...talk with Carol for a little bit." As subtle as she could, Carol tried to convey her gratitude. "Uh, yeah. It's important. Won't be long. Promise."
Daryl turned his head toward Carol, eyes still narrowed and searching for something that would give her up. But he found nothing and released her hand. "All right. I'll be in the room when you finish."
"Oh. Don't wait up!" Carol said, probably a little too brightly. Quickly, she shut her mouth with an audible clap.
"Darlin', it's still light out. I'll be up."
Carol didn't let her smile falter, if she did, Daryl would have noticed and she would have been caught. So, instead, she blew him a kiss, causing him to blush and together, she and Tyreese walked back in the direction she and Daryl had come from.
"Thanks for that," she said with a sigh of relief.
"Thought you and Daryl were inseparable. Why did you want to get away from him?" The question was asked with a smile, but his eyes were serious. Instantly, Carol wanted to come to Daryl's honor and snap at Tyreese that Daryl would never hurt her. However, she kept her mouth shut and allowed herself to enjoy the fact that Tyreese had her back. They both knew he would never have to have her back against Daryl, though.
Carol realized, then, that she couldn't answer that question without spilling what she, Sasha and Tara had done the night before on their girl's night out. "Shit," she mumbled.
"What? Does it have to do with your little girl's night?"
"W-What? How did you know?"
"Sasha, of course. I had questions when she came back with mascara smeared around her eyes. When I asked if she was trying to camouflage herself as a raccoon, she told me everything. Right after she punched me hard in the arm."
"Was I the only one who kept that a secret? Somehow Daryl found out or has an idea what happened last night and I did see him talking with Tara, earlier." Carol placed her hands on her hips.
"Do you think Daryl would go for a guy's night out?" Tyreese mused and Carol wondered if he was being serious or not.
"Speaking of Daryl, I should go back to him now. Especially since I know that Tara and Sasha have already spilled the beans."
"Don't forget to ask him about the night out?" Tyreese called after her as she started to walk away.
"You were serious?" Carol couldn't help but turn around and ask.
"Of course. I could use a get pedicure. Oh! And ask if Daryl gives good foot massages." Carol barked out a laugh and continued to walk.
"Will do!" She called over her shoulder.
When Carol walked into their room, she found Daryl sitting against the headboard hands behind his head and legs crossed at the ankles. He turned his head and gave Carol a smug grin. "Hello," he said. "You done talkin' with Tyreese already?"
"Uh, yeah. He just had to ask me a question." She reached down and started to unlace her boots. Once they were unlaced, she slipped them off and then, slipped off her jacket, leaving her in a dark blue tank top.
"What did he ask?"
"If you gave good foot massages."
"And do I?"
"I don't know," she said and sat at the edge of the bed. "You've never given me one." Lifting her sock clad socks; she held them out to Daryl. But he pushed them away.
"And I ain't goin' to give you one unless you tell me about last night."
"But you already know!" Carol whined and crossed her arms to pout.
Daryl sat up straight and pulled his legs into a crossed position, giving Carol more room on the bed. "So, what Tara told me was true?"
"Yes and it was supposed to be a secret. Thanks for ruining it," Carol huffed. She showed him her back and refused to look at him. The bed shifted as he moved her way and wrapped his arms around her body.
"Oh, come on. You ain't mad at me, are you?" He nuzzled her cheek before kissing it. Carol didn't say anything.
"Carroolll."
Nothing.
"Fine, I'll give you that foot massage if you stop being mad at me." He let go of her and sat back.
Carol turned her head and beamed at him. "Great!" She plopped her feet into his lap.
A half hour later, Carol laid content in the bed. Daryl still had her feet in his lap, but had stopped massaging them. "I'm going to have to tell Tyreese you give pretty damn good massage."
Daryl smiled, but just as quick as the smile appeared it went away. "What? Why?"
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