AFTERNOON CONT'D
She slammed the door behind her much more forcefully then she should have. Fucking dinner, she groaned internally at the thought of cooking it right now. The cheerful sounds coming from the kitchen did nothing to lighten her mood.
"Fair is fair!" Michonne's voice was smug as Carol entered the kitchen to find both her and Carl. Fighting. Over the chocolate. Her chocolate. What was left of it. Carol felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up in indignation.
"Here. Carol gets the rest." Carl laughed and outstretched the remaining chocolate her way. "We found it here." he explained and his stained lips and happy eyes sent her into silent fury. It was her chocolate. Hers. For the first time in weeks she was going to just enjoy it herself and they just went in and…
"Thanks Carl, I'm good." She smiled sweetly and moved for the back door. Once outside she took a deep and shaky breath.
No point to get worked up over a chocolate really, let the kid and Michonne enjoy it. It was just that this day was getting overwhelming with people taking what's hers. Or thinking of taking what's hers. Not that Daryl was hers. The chocolate definitely was though. Shouldn't have left it laying around in the kitchen unwanted and unclaimed. Her own fault somebody else snatched it while she wasn't there. She shivered at the transcendency of the thought.