[She'd know that creepy voice anywhere, but instinct and reflexes have her raising her rifle as she spins toward it. Maybe she'd have Merle in her sights regardless, given his history. She's not likely to fire unless he threatens her pretty damn explicitly though; for all she knows right now Daryl may never forgive what she did back at the prison, but that doesn't mean she would ever want to hurt him if she had a choice.]
[Her weapon lowers, but she keeps both hands on it.]
I'm bringing it back. [Carol can't say she's shocked that Merle still thinks it's the Dixon brothers against the world, that she'd be stealing Daryl's crossbow while he and the group ran for their lives. On some level she almost understands. Merle doesn't know Daryl anymore, doesn't know what he means to Carol, that she would sooner cut off her own right --]
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[Her weapon lowers, but she keeps both hands on it.]
I'm bringing it back. [Carol can't say she's shocked that Merle still thinks it's the Dixon brothers against the world, that she'd be stealing Daryl's crossbow while he and the group ran for their lives. On some level she almost understands. Merle doesn't know Daryl anymore, doesn't know what he means to Carol, that she would sooner cut off her own right --]
[...Bad analogy.]