So, it's official. Norman Reedus is in London (have any of you saw his Instagram pictures today? I'm loving the tongue action - however dirty that sounds) and I'm sulking all day wishing I was there. *sigh* :( Comic con blues hitting anyone else?
Anyway, thanks again for reviewing/following/favouriting this story, I can't express how grateful I am with thanks alone so here's more!
xKim
Carol smiled at Beth as she sang a song about love she had never heard before, she looked over at Maggie and Glenn who were in each other's arms swaying to Beth's voice.
"Cute, ain't they?" Tyreese asked from seemingly nowhere and Carol simply nodded, the smile never leaving her face. "Want to dance?"
Carol cast her thoughts to Daryl alone in his cell and knew he wouldn't be happy with this, she shook her head, "I'm good." She replied. "I'm fine just watchin'."
"I get it."
"Get what?" Carol asked, tearing her eyes away from the happy couple to look at Tyreese.
"You and Daryl, you're an item, right?"
Carol almost laughed, though she could see why some people would think that, she shook her head, "No, what we have is strictly platonic."
"Does he know that?" Tyreese muttered under his breath.
Carol was about to ask him what he meant by that but as she tilted her head, she caught sight of Daryl at the top of the cell block, staring – or more like glaring – down at her and Tyreese. "It's what he wants."
"But not what you want?"
"I don't know what I want." Carol stated bluntly, she smiled to let him know she didn't mean anything malicious by it and placed her hand on his forearm, "I'll catch you later Tyreese."
She climbed the staircase and smiled slightly at Daryl, "Decided to join in?" She asked.
"Hm," Daryl grunted, he stared down at Tyreese and shrugged, "Looks like no one was missin' me after all."
"Don't be so childish." Carol scolded him, she furrowed her brow and placed her hands on her hips.
Daryl finally tore his eyes off Tyreese and shot her a sideways glance, "There's that feisty streak I like so much."
"You'll see a whole lot more of it if you don't start actin' your age and not your shoe size." Carol told him, her face softened and she smiled slightly after noticing Daryl's lips had curled up into an attractive lopsided smile.
"I'm sorry," He said as he stood up straight, he cleared his throat and looked down at Glenn and Maggie, "Looks like they're havin' a good day."
"They are, it was a lovely service."
Daryl liked to act indifferent but even he couldn't deny that what he'd witnessed was true love. Whatever 'love' was
"Are you comin' down? There's still some champagne left! We can get tipsy and make out?" She suggested with an impish grin, she laughed as she noted Daryl's serious facial expression and shook her head, "I'm playin' with you."
"I'll come down for half an hour." Daryl mumbled.
"Oh please, it's the end of the world, no one keeps track of time these days." Carol replied rolling her eyes, she started down the staircase, Daryl in tow, "I'll bargain with you – an hour and you can retire to your cell like the old man you are."
"Less of that." Daryl began as they reached the group of survivors, Hershel smiled warmly at the pair of them in turn, Daryl nodded his head in acknowledgement as they passed by and made their way over to where Beth stood with Judith and Carl.
"Looks like someone's had enough of the party already," Daryl stated, gently brushing his fingers against Judith's cheek, "If you two want to go celebrate then I don't mind watchin' her." He offered but Beth shook her head. "Sure?"
"She's no bother," Beth told him with a smile, "She's only just dropped off."
"It was your singin' that did it." Carol said.
"She's great, isn't she?" Carl asked smiling widely.
"She sure is." Carol nodded her head for extra affirmation.
"If you're lookin' for champagne, there's a bottle in my cell." Beth advised, "I was savin' it for you both when you came outta hidin'."
Carol tilted her head slightly and smiled, "That's very thoughtful Beth, thank you."
"Looks like we're gettin' our drink on after all," Daryl muttered under his breath, Carol's smile grew even wider and he found himself smiling too, "We're not making out though." He added.