**A/N: I haven't really read any one-shots but whatever! xD I'm mostly going to do funny ones anyways.**

I grinned from ear to ear and rubbed my hands together evilly, "You ready for this?"

Carl nodded eagerly, "Yeah!"

Rick sighed and smirked, "This is ridiculous. You know that, right?"

Daryl muttered curse words under his breath and ran his fingers through his hair, "Yer so childish. . ." He mumbled.

I opened my mouth, still smiling, and poked Michonne's shoulder, "What about you, Michonne?"

She sighed and eyed the object, "Let's just get this over with."

I turned my head to look at Glenn and Maggie, "What about you guys? ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?"

Maggie rolled her eyes and Glenn just smiled, "Yeah, yeah, sure."

I grabbed the object in the middle and began to spin it. "Do do do do do," I began to sing, "Spin the bottle! Who will be the first victim? Where the bottle lands, nobody knows!"

Everybody eyed the bottle as it spun and spun around for what seemed like for a lifetime. When the bottle stopped, people gasped and looked at the victim. It was Daryl. I did a witch's cackle and rubbed my hands together, "Oh! My, my, my! This is oh too perfect!" This wasn't the kissing kind of spin the bottle, it was Truth or Dare! It didn't matter if he picked truth or dare, I had a full proof plan! If he picked truth I would ask him something personal, which he never really did like talking about! And if dare, well. . . I have a few things in mind. "Truth. . . or dare?" I asked in an overly suspenseful tone as I leaned in towards him.

He itched his scalp and muttered, "Dare, I guess. . ."

I squealed with joy, "I dare you. . ." I looked around the circle of people around me and continued, "To wear whatever of my choice."

He shrugged, thinking it wouldn't be that bad.

I got up, grabbed his hand and left the room with him.

The others could hear me and him start arguing. "I ain't wearin' that!" He yelled. I laughed hysterically, "It's a dare, Daryl! What are you? Chicken?!" I began clucking like a chicken. He sighed loudly and grabbed the clothing from me, "Fine! Just get the hell outta here!" I giggled as I leaned against the frame of the door, "But what if you need help with it?" "Just. Get. Out!" He yelled. I held my hands up, "Fine, fine, I'm goin'." I closed the door. "Crazy bitch. . ." I heard him mumble through the door.

A few minutes later Daryl opened the door a little but I stopped it from opening too much so that the others couldn't see him yet. "Come out when I call out your name, okay?" He glared at me, "Whatever. . ." He mumbled. I gave him a big smile, "Thanks, honeybun!" He rolled his eyes. I walked over to the circle of people and began to announce, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I give you the new and improved Daryl Dixon!" I began clapping my hands. Daryl stepped out of the room and stood by the door with a scowl on his face, he was wearing a short, pink, lace dress that I had found in an abandoned house one day. You could hear the laughter coming from everybody who was in the room. "Common, Daryl! Let's get a better look at you," I grinned. He didn't move from his spot, so I had to walk over there and push him over to the others. When Daryl was in the middle of the circle everyone murmured comments.

"Damn, that dress makes his ass look foine. . ."

"Is this going to turn Daryl gay? Now I'll never have a chance!"

"Maybe I want him to turn gay so I'll have a chance, okay?!"

"I want him to wash his winky in my kitchen sinky."

"All of my dreams have come true."

"Damn, Daryl! Back at it again with the pink dress!" (I fucking hate that vine but I just had to. . . XD)

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Daryl had had enough so he grabbed the dress with both of his hands and ripped it off of him, exposing his bare chest. "God dayum!" I exclaimed. Daryl started heading towards the door. "No, Daryl! Come back," I pleaded. "No." Before he could leave I grabbed his hand, "If you stay you can spin the bottle and if it happens to land on me you could do whatever if I say dare. . ." He sighed, "Whatever. You'll regret doin' that to me, little girl."