One
"Home sweet home…" Glenn mutters as we arrive at our new home…the prison. I sigh as we all go to get a cell. I shift the blankets I'm carrying to my other arm and walk into an empty cell. "Hey." I turn to Daryl. "Hey to you too." I say with a smile. "Uh, ya mind if I share with ya?" He asks. "You want to share a cell with me?" I ask. He nods. I shrug. "I don't mind. Make yourself at home." I say gesturing towards the small bunk in the Closter phobic cell.
Daryl nods as I start to fix my things in the cell. After a few moments I realize Daryl is still just standing there. "Something wrong?" I ask. "Naw, jus…uh waiting…" He says. "I don't bite Daryl, you can come in." I say. He rolls his eyes and slowly walks in, but just as he walks in behind me I turn around and, of course, trip over my bag and accidentally push him up against the wall. "Don't bite huh?" He teases. "Sorry, I tripped." I murmur and slowly back away from him, my hands leaving his chest. "Sometimes I wonder if you do this stuff on purpose…" I hear him mutter as he tosses his bag and crossbow onto the top bunk.
"He'll be fine." I tell Daryl as I leave the cell where a now injured Hershel lies. Daryl nods. "So, are ya gonna be busy with takin' care of him?" He asks. I shrug. "Why?" I ask. "'Cuz I was wondering if ya would help me take all the medial shit to the infirmary. It ain't far from here." He says. I nod. "Sure, that's fine." I say and follow him there.
"You cleared it out already?" I ask. "Carl did, him and Lori had a yell off about it too." He says with a small smirk as I unzip the bag with all our medicine and whatnot. "What did they say?" I ask as we pull out stuff and put it on the shelves. "Jus' that he shouldn't be goin' off alone. He told Lori to get off his back. I have to admit it was pretty damn funny." He says. "Don't be mean." I say, smacking his arm. "You would have laughed too." He says defensively. "No I wouldn't!" I say staring at him now. "Okay so imagine Carl coming in with all this medical shit right?" Daryl says, our task forgotten now. I shrug. "Sure." I mutter. "And Lori goes 'where have you been young man?'." Daryl says, doing a Lori impression that sends me into a laughing fit.
"Stop it! Okay and Carl goes 'get off my back!' and then Beth is all 'you can't talk like that she's your mom'." Daryl finishes with doing a squeaky voice for Beth. "Wow, is that really how they sound to you?" I ask. "Yep." He says as he shelves more stuff. "Do me." I say. Daryl looks at me weird. "Excuse me?" He asks. "Do me." I repeat. "I thought we went over this last night I—" "No! Do my impression!" I say quickly. Daryl smiles, a real smile. "Oh okay. Ummm… 'That's pretty romantic, you wanna screw around?'." He says in a nasally voice. "I don't talk like that." I say. "Yeah ya do." He says. "No! I have a perfectly clear nose! My voice does not sound like that!" I say, but I'm laughing. "Sure, sure. I'm sure we can find something in here that helps a stopped up nose." Daryl says, looking around innocently. "Daryl Dixon!" I say and push him slightly. He shakes his head with a smile and we continue our job.
I suddenly pull out a box of condoms. I stare at it my face burning red. I don't know why though, it isn't like they're mine. Daryl's eyes met mine and then he looks at what's in my hand. "They must be Glenn and Maggie's." I mutter. "Mhmmm. I know how your mind works. Don't get no ideas." He says turning away from me. "What!? You're the one who has a messed up mind!" I say. "Says the one who asked if I wanted to screw around the other night." Daryl says with a smile. "You keep bringing it up; if I was in my right mind I would think you want to." I say with a smirk. "Never said I didn't." He says glancing at me from the corner of my eyes. "I'm gonna put these up now." I say, waving the condoms above my head.
"Uhh, hey guys." I jump and turn to Glenn who is standing in the doorway starring at the condoms in my hand. I quickly put them on the shelf. "No no, don't let me interrupt whatever you planed on doing with those. You can borrow some." He says holding up his hands. "We weren't…uhg forget it." I mutter. Glenn smiles. "Hershel woke up for a few seconds, by the way. Food's gonna be ready soon. FYI." He says and walks away.
I look at Daryl as he puts away the last of the stuff. "What?" He asks. "Nothing, you ready to go eat?" I ask. He nods. "Sure you don't want these?" He asks fingering the box. "Shut up!" I yell playfully and stomp out of the room, Daryl close behind.