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Daryl knew that she would hold him to it and you couldn't exactly slip away unnoticed from someone who was around you 24/7 – not that he was complaining, he enjoyed spending time with her, more than he enjoyed spending time with the others; more than he enjoyed spending time on his own; more than just about anything actually...
He took a seat at a table Glenn and Maggie were sitting at and placed his bowl in front of him.
"I wish I had somethin' pretty to wear." Maggie sighed, prodding at her stew with her spoon. "I mean, in the grand scheme of things it's not overly important, but it'd be nice to look pretty for you."
"You'd look beautiful if you turned up wearing a potato sack." Glenn replied, reaching across the table and boldly grabbing her hand.
Daryl stared down at his food as he ate and pretended like he hadn't heard the exchange, he hadn't intended on invading in on an intimate moment like this, but then he should have known sitting next to Glenn and Maggie meant you were going to be embarrassed by their public displays of affection.
"Lyin' is an ugly habit." Maggie stated though as she said it she blushed, obviously touched by Glenn's sentiment. She looked towards Daryl and smiled slightly, "Hey Daryl."
Daryl grunted in reply and shoved a mouthful of stew into his mouth.
"How're you?" She tried again.
This time, Daryl looked up from what he was doing and shrugged, "Fine."
Maggie nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "Where's Carol?" She asked.
Again, Daryl shrugged as he swallowed his food.
"What have you got planned for this evenin'?"
"What's with the Spanish inquisition?" He asked, looking from Maggie to Glenn and then back again.
"Just makin' conversation." Maggie replied waving her hand dismissively. "You've been kinda quiet lately."
Daryl sighed and shook his head, "Everyone keeps sayin' that," He mumbled furrowing his brow, "I'm no quieter than I usually am." He added with a casual shrug.
Maggie nodded, "But it's different this time you're-"
"I thought you two were meant to be on watch?" Carol's voice sounded over the start of Maggie's sentence and she turned her head to look at the woman standing behind her, Carol offered her a small smile as Maggie seemed to get the hint.
"We were, I mean, we are." Maggie stated, finishing the remaining mouthful of stew, she pushed her bowl away from her and smiled at both Carol and Daryl in turn, "C'mon Glenn."
Glenn got to his feet and nodded his head at Daryl, said a flippant 'goodbye' to Carol and started towards the exit to the cell block.
"Thanks." Daryl mumbled.
"For what?" Carol asked, she took a seat opposite him and placed her bowl in front of her.
"For gettin' rid of the love birds."
"They're not so bad," Carol smiled, "I think it's sweet."
He looked at her through dark lashes and smirked, "I didn't have you down as the hopeless romantic type."
"There's nothin' wrong with a bit of romance," Carol told him as she prodded at her stew with her spoon, "Besides there's gonna be a lot more of it with the weddin' comin' up." She chuckled as Daryl made an unimpressed face. "Make an effort Daryl, we don't have a lot worth celebratin' anymore, it'll be nice." She added.
Daryl shrugged, "Fine. Just as long as you don't expect me to cry at the vows."
"Daryl Dixon? Cry? I don't believe those words have been used in the same sentence before."
He smiled slightly and looked back down at his food.