Pack of Smokes

"Bethany Ann Greene," Maggie said loudly. Getting, attention of the entire group. Beth looked back over at her raising a brow, continuing to rock Judith on her hip." When did you start smoking?" she asked, addressing the pack sitting in her back pocket. "There not mine" she said quickly, using the oldest line in the book. "Yeah, right." Maggie said, reaching forward, to take the pack out of her pocket. Beth turned around, quickly dodging her sister.

"You know how bad those are for you?" the older sister crossed her arms, staring at her younger sister. "There not mine" she repeated again, she could feel the heat of her blush on her face. She took a deep breath; she's getting really tired of her sister making big deals out of things. And now bring the rest of the group into it. "Fine" Maggie smirked "who the hell do they belong to then?" she would play along with Beth's little game. "Umm" she stumbled on her words as Judith squirmed in her arms.

Daryl had been out early in the morning, setting up more traps, and killing the few strangling walkers. Last raid they had made, he came across, a few packs of cigarettes. The best find, they had in a while. In his opinion, as he walked back to the motel, he heard dressed voice, his speed quickened. As he approached the motel, he recognized the voice. It was Maggie, once again raising her voice to Beth.

She was beginning to get on his nerves, always taking something simple to the next level. He walked up to the gates, it was obvious. That even though the rest of the group, didn't group around them, they still hand there attention on the arguing sisters. It was only a couple moments, before Rick let him in. They knew they need to brake up the fight, but neither of them really felt right having to.

Daryl nodded to Rick, as he walked up to the two women, making his presents known, Beth looked back at him, with a small smile and a sigh of relief "lil ass kicker," greeted the child in Beth's arm, who smiled back at him. "Catch anything?" Beth asked, now attempting to ignore Maggie all together.

"I'll come back later, and check em" he replied. Maggie let out a noise, reminding them of her presents. He reached into her back pocket, pulling out a long white cigarette. "Thanks for holding em for me" he said placing it between his lips. "I hate when they get crushed, waste of a good smoke." He said, enjoying the shocked look on Maggie's face. "Told you they weren't mine" she said with a smirk.