Carol was waking up with the morning as Daryl was finallyturning in from the night shift. She had taken a shower and gotten dressed just
as he came trudging into their bedroom, all but tripping out of his shoes and
flopping onto the bed, not even bothering to change into something more
“Good morning,” she chimed, pulling on her socks.
He grunted, sprawled on his front with one arm and half of
his leg hanging off the edge of the bed. He liked to exaggerate how boring the night
shifts were, the kind of boring that left you drained, but this morning, he was
clearly exhausted from actual physical exertion. Carol smirked and walked
across to him, bending over and pressing herself against his back in a
half-hug. He mumbled incoherently at her, something along the lines of a hello,
and she nuzzled her face into the back of his neck briefly before standing up. It
had been a long night, and she was feeling skin-starved for him.
She watched him wiggle around until he was on his back,
already half-asleep, as she reached for the tube of red lip gloss. She wasn’t
much for make up nowadays, but the dry winter air had been leaving her lips
feeling parched, and this particular gloss had some kind of chapstick built
into it…So she dealt with the ruby red lips that it gave her, because leaving
red lip marks on every cup that she drank from was preferable to painfully dry
She applied it absently and sauntered over to Daryl, noting
that his head hadn’t quite made it onto a pillow, and he seemed to be foregoing
any kind of blanket. He did really look exhausted. With a soft frown, she
leaned in and brushed his hair from his forehead.
“Everything all right? Just tired?” she asked.
He grunted again, not opening his eyes and speaking in a low
rumble. “Yeah…Herd hit the wall, about four dozen of ‘em…Took ‘em out, just
took a while…Had to go in hand to hand.”
Carol paused, giving him a onceover look, but the telltale
walker blood and grit wasn’t there.
“You did?” she asked.
He nodded lethargically. “Washed up ‘fore I came home…Didn’t
want you to know…except now I just told ya…” He finally opened his eyes to half
Carol eyed him, snorted, and kissed him softly on the lips. He
returned it lazily, and she was amused to see some of the red of her gloss
lingering on his mouth after. With a grin, she leaned forward and pressed her
lips to his forehead, making sure to leave a nice, bright red imprint of her
Daryl whined, tilting his head away and trying to get
comfortable. She snickered and stood.
“All right, fine. You get some sleep, and I’ll see you this
She started to walk away, but Daryl’s hand reached up and
touched her arm, stopping her.
“Hey,” he mumbled, on the last cusp of awareness. “Give ‘em
She chuckled. “I always do.”
He nodded, eyes still closed and the bright print of her
lips shining at the corner of his mouth and on his forehead. Carol swallowed
her giggle until she was out of the room. She closed the bedroom door quietly
after herself and made her way downstairs.
Given how Daryl rarely looked at himself in the mirror, she
wondered just how many people would see her kiss mark on his forehead and not
say anything, just letting him walk around like that whenever he went out
again? Because she sure as Hell wasn’t going to tell him.
This was going to be hilarious.