this is from a prompt list i reblogged forever ago and i’m sorry i’m only getting to them now!!! but here’s the first one. <3
“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
The herbal tea was expired. Still, Carol took out the sachet and dunked it several times into the mug of hot water, watching as the leaves worked their magic and turned the clear liquid into a honeyed yellow. Satisfied, she took the mug and walked to the back of the trailer, into the tiny bedroom where Daryl was resting.
After the war with Negan, after both Alexandria and the Kingdom had been reduced to ashes, Daryl took Carol’s hand and led her into one of the Hilltop’s trailers. Standing on the threshold, staring down at his boots, holding her hand in his, Carol answered his unspoken question when she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to the corner of his.
In the bedroom, Daryl seemed to be sleeping soundly, curled up on his side with the covers pulled over his chin. Then Carol set the mug down on the nightstand, and a vicious cough wracked his frame. She placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling it shudder under his palm, and gave it a slight shake.
“Hey, I made you some tea. I think it’ll help.”
Without even opening his eyes, Daryl turned to his other side, giving her his back. “Nah, ‘m fine. Just gotta let it pass.”
Pursing her lips, Carol gave his shoulder another shake. “Don’t be stubborn. Come on, it’ll be good for you.”
“Nah. Don’t want it.”
She didn’t take offense at his comment, knowing it was less about him being ungrateful and more that he still, even now, struggled with accepting any form of help that wasn’t his own.
But Carol could be stubborn too.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leaned over his shoulder and pressed her mouth to his hot ear. “If you don’t drink this tea, I will kiss you full on the mouth,” she whispered.
This time, Daryl opened his eyes and turned his head enough so that he could trap her in his glare. “Don’t you dare.” Kissing her was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. And she knew it, too.
Smiling, Carol closed her eyes and exaggeratedly pursed her lips, humming as she aimed for her goal.
Her lips met a clammy palm. “Jesus, fine, I’ll drink the damn tea,” Daryl grumbled, already pushing himself upright. His cheeks were splotchy red, but whether it was from fever or embarrassment she didn’t know.
Victorious, Carol handed him the mug and redirected her original kiss to one of those splotchy cheeks. “Thank you.”
“Yer annoyin’. If I die, I’m gonna haunt yer ass.” But he brought the mug to his lips and took a healthy sip, hoping she missed the tiny smile he hid behind the rim.