Offering up an escape route doesn't mean he wants her to take it, just that he wants her to have it.
And it's nice, yeah. He shifts just a bit, to throw his arm over her shoulder, settling into his spot since she looks like she plans to be there a while. Which is also nice, come to think of it. For all he cares if anyone comes in and finds them dozing in a heap, it doesn't matter one bit. That she's comfortable enough to let her guard down, that means something, he thinks something good.
She's had her guard up for so long that it's a relief to know she can let it drop, even if the wrong kind of sound will send her bolting upright. Take what you can get when you can get it, that's all any of them know anymore.
Carol shifts against him to get comfortable, cheek nestling in. "Don't eat all the cookies," she says, a drowsy afterthought. She doesn't so much care if he did, but she felt like she should say something, and any more tiptoeing around the obvious topic is too much a tightrope walk for her tired mind.
He thinks it's probably too much to hope for, that things will stay this comfortable and simple, but for the moment he intends to enjoy it. And yeah, he likely will drop off to sleep not long after her, because Daryl sleeps kind of terribly-- never for long, at odd hours-- but having her pressed against him is reassuring.
He doesn't answer, just leans his cheek against her forehead. Yeah, okay. They've had worse days than this.
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Offering up an escape route doesn't mean he wants her to take it, just that he wants her to have it.
And it's nice, yeah. He shifts just a bit, to throw his arm over her shoulder, settling into his spot since she looks like she plans to be there a while. Which is also nice, come to think of it. For all he cares if anyone comes in and finds them dozing in a heap, it doesn't matter one bit. That she's comfortable enough to let her guard down, that means something, he thinks something good.
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Carol shifts against him to get comfortable, cheek nestling in. "Don't eat all the cookies," she says, a drowsy afterthought. She doesn't so much care if he did, but she felt like she should say something, and any more tiptoeing around the obvious topic is too much a tightrope walk for her tired mind.
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He doesn't answer, just leans his cheek against her forehead. Yeah, okay. They've had worse days than this.