Sorry if it seemed that Lilly was being horrible last chapter! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it. Lilly is actually my third favorite character (after Clemmy and Carley). She was drunk. She's a happy/mean drunk?! I don't even know...

So yep. C: You guys can guess what happened between last chapter and this one. ;D I wanted to keep this rated T, so it's not included (although I hover pretty close).

Anyways, enjoy!

(I don't own The Walking Dead or its characters. D:)

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Carley yawned and gripped her sheet in her fist, her eyes still closed from sleep. She felt relaxed - more than she'd felt in a long time. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore for some reason.

That's when the memory of last night came rushing back to her.

Kissing Lilly in the parking lot, Lilly and Carley pretty much in a dead-out sprint to get to Carley's apartment, trying to open the door when Carley was almost pinned against it, Lilly throwing her onto the bed...

why her wrists hurt.

Carley's eyes instantly snapped open. She hadn't done anything like that before. But to her, it was definitely a welcome change.

Carley realized that her head was no longer tucked under Lilly's chin with their legs intertwined like she fell asleep. In fact, Lilly was nowhere to be seen. She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe she didn't just have one beer when she went to the pub like she thought.

But, noticing that she was completely naked, she decided that theory was flawed.

She got out of bed and pulled on some underwear, sweatpants and a shirt she found lying on the floor. Probably the same shirt she wore yesterday, but she didn't really care.

She pushed open the door gently. As she did, a sizzling sound greeted her ears, along with the scent of frying meat. Bacon?

She peeked her head around the corner of the kitchen to see Lilly cooking bacon - in only her underwear and a T-shirt.

Carley drank in the sight of Lilly's long legs. Her flicked up and down, remembering last night with crystal clarity.

She didn't notice Lilly had turned around.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," she joked, her eyes weary with a hand on her head, and turned back to the stove.

Carley opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't get the words to form. She blushed, and entered the room fully.

She chuckled, noting that the small counter in the kitchen was filled with greasy breakfast foods, gravy, bread smothered in honey, and other hangover "remedies" that usually never work.

"Hung over?" Carley asked with a smirk, placing her hand on her hip.

Lilly flipped a piece of bacon expertly with a spatula, "How'd you guess?" she mumbled. She looked miserable, her eyes slightly red and her face flushed. Adorable, but still.

"It was pretty obvious. But I'd expect you would sleep in."

"I did," Lilly answered, with a gesture of her head towards the clock on the oven.

Carley glanced at the clock, which read 12:43 in the afternoon.

"Oh SHIT!" she exclaimed, her fists in her hair, "I'm late for work!"

Lilly paused a moment, clicking her tongue, "Then call in sick," she suggested simply, as if it were obvious, and returned her attention to the stove.

"I've never called in sick before," Carley sighed, "But, you're right. I hate my boss and she'd probably fire me if I came in late without a good reason."

Lilly nodded turning back towards Carley, "I'm always right."

Carley started heading back towards the bedroom. She had brought her cellphone with her last night and put in her jacket's pocket, which she expected to be where she had found the rest of her clothes. But then she remembered.

She spilled beer on it and left it in the pub...

fuck.

Her wallet was in there too. How could she have forgotten?

Well, remembering wasn't exactly easy when you have a beautiful woman practically ripping of your clothes.

Carley sighed; she had to go back.

Finishing her path to her room, she slipped on her tennis shoes without bothering to put on socks or tie them. She got to her feet and headed for the door.

"Forgot my phone in my jacket, going to go get it. See you soon - I'll be right back," her sentence rushed from her mouth when she was already halfway through the door. She was in too much of a hurry to see Lilly's doubtful frown.

...

Carley hurried down the street. She was obviously not dressed what would be considered normal at all. She mentally scolded herself for not at least wearing jeans instead of sweats.

But, lucky for her that she lived on a small street, there was only one other person - a tired-looking mom pushing a stroller on the opposite sidewalk , and she didn't even seem to be paying attention to her surroundings.

Carley wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Although it was almost one in the afternoon, the air was still slightly chilly. It was mid-fall, and it didn't help that Carley wasn't in warm clothes.

When she finally came to the pub door, she pulled it open with one arm. The bell above the door rang out. Since it was the day, a few people were sitting at the booths and tables eating lunch. A few heads turned for a moment at the sound of the bell, but the returned to their former tasks after a second.

Thank god nobody found it awkward that she was wearing crappy clothes.

Carley turned towards the bar to see a woman with very short, dusty brown hair cleaning the counter tops.

"Hey," Carley started shyly, getting the woman's attention, "I, uhm, left my jacket here last night and I was wondering if it was still here."

"LUKE!" the woman turned around and shouted, waiting until a worn-out looking Luke was in the room to speak again, more quietly this time, "You were working last night. Did you find a jacket?"

Luke blinked and looked at the woman for a moment, and then glanced at Carley. His eyes flashed with recognition and he gave a small smirk.

"Yeah. A purple one, right?" Luke asked, almost yawning. His brown hair was tousled and restless. It was obvious he had stayed up all night, probably tending the bar.

Carley nodded, rubbing her elbow nervously. She hoped some creep hadn't checked the pockets for things and taken her wallet and phone.

Luke disappeared back into the room behind the bar. He emerged a few moments later, Carley's jacket in hand.

The woman turned around and entered the room that Luke had been in, obviously a bit frustrated that she didn't have something better to do with her time. Luke's eyes trailed after her. He paused a moment before snapping his attention back to the task at hand.

"So," Luke smirked knowingly through his weary eyes, "anything...happen? After you left the bar last night? With Lilly?"

Carley felt her face heat immediately, but she tried to hide it, "Well," she started, her voice clotted, "I...no, I just drove her back to her house," she lied. She'd always been a truly terrible liar.

Luke leaned on both elbows over the counter with his chin resting on his palms (jacket still in hand), "Sure," his voice was heavily laced with sarcasm, "I'm sure that's exactly what happened, and the hickey on your neck has nothing to do with it."

Carley choked on a breath.

Of course, she mentally smacked her forehead, I didn't even check the mirror before I left...

"I take your silence as a confession," Luke teased, holding the jacket in front of him where Carley could reach, "Here. Tell Lilly I said 'hi'."

Carley snatched the jacket out of Luke's hand, giving him a look that obviously read as 'you're an ass', only half kidding. She checked the pockets, sighing in relief as her fingers made contact with the smooth, sturdy plastic of her phone and the rough surface of her cloth wallet. She pivoted around, starting towards the door.

As Carley made her way towards the glass doors, she could hear footsteps from the back room - the woman who was cleaning the counters earlier. They were small and quick, and she stopped shortly, Carley inferred next to Luke.

She continued to walk towards the doors as quiet conversation floated from behind her.

"Another one?" the woman asked Luke, oblivious that Carley could still hear her.

"Yeah," Luke answered simply, his voice surprised but still next to silent, "But I think L-"

His sentence was drowned out for Carley as she pushed the door open with one arm, the bell above the door ringing feebly, and stepped out onto the cracked sidewalk.

Whatever they were talking about, she chose not to listen.

...

"I already said, I'm not feeling well enough to come into work today," Carley fake-sniffed as she pinned her phone to her ear between her head and her shoulder, laying on her couch.

The irritating voice of her boss sounded from the other end of the line.

"Fine, but you better not expect payment or any kind of promotion in the near future," it snapped angrily. The phone gave a dull click as it was hung up ubruptly.

Carley sighed and tossed her phone onto the coffee table next to where she was sitting. It was surprisingly clean, considering Carley's bad straightening-up habits. Where it would normally be cluttered with papers, only one, crisp note remained.

Carley had already read it, but she looked over it again.

Hey Carley,

Went to work.

I put the leftover bacon I bought in the fridge.

So, yeah.

~Lilly

Carley had reviewed and analyzed the note several times over. Despite the neat handwriting, there were smudge marks from an eraser next to the last words.

Carley was painfully curious as to what they had said.

But, honestly, a part of her didn't want to know.

...

She hadn't planned on coming back.

Lilly sat at her desk, tracing circles onto the wooden top of her desk with a finger.

It's not that she didn't want to. She really did. But her dad...her dad was homophobic. He had no idea that his "perfect" only daughter was a lesbian, and Lilly tried to keep it that way. She hadn't had an actual girlfriend since she was a teenager, and that ended after she fell out of her window while trying to sneak out to meet her.

Lilly's thoughts drifted back to the night before as she scratched at her desk absentmindedly with a nail.

She'd done stuff like this before, but this was different. Most of the time, somebody was gone before the other woke up and it was the other woman, and not Lilly, more than she would like to admit.

Although she had been drunk, the memories swirled back mixed up and out of order. But one thing really stood out.

When Lilly had been with other people, they seemed to be drunk and knew what the next morning would be like - awkward and rushed.

But Carley wasn't drunk. Not even a little.

Lilly could tell, by the way Carley's kind brown eyes were clear instead of cloudy and unfocused. How she still had a calm and friendly way about her when others had been awkward and wanted to leave first thing.

She couldn't get Carley out of her head. Her looks didn't help.

Lilly could remember vividly how her name sounded out of Carley's lips, how her soft skin felt pressed against-

"CAUL!"

Lilly raised her head instantly and quickly as she heard the gravelly voice of one of her co-workers. Although they didn't treat her like she was on the same level, because she was, as they said, "just a secretary". Assholes.

"What, Bill?" Lilly snapped.

Bill, a man in his mid-forties with graying hair and an aged face, grimaced.

"I told you to file these," he growled (although whenever he talked it sounded like a growl, so that wasn't much of a change), and gestured angrily at a stack of papers, "and did you do it? No. You aren't useful for anything."

"Do I look like I'm in the mood to be yelled at?" Lilly hissed, but picked up the papers anyway.

Bill snorted, "Just get those fucking papers filed."

Lilly made it a point to give him the death glare as he walked away. She sighed, and started sorting the papers alphabetically so she could place them in the correct folders.

She definitely wanted another job, but that wasn't really an option right now. She needed the money to pay the rent on her house.

A voice sounded behind Lilly.

"Bill can really be an ass," Mark said, standing casually by Lilly's desk.

Mark was Lilly's only friend at work, and she was really grateful to him. He was really kind, and cool with who she was. Others were...not quite so understanding.

Lilly turned in her swivel chair, after placing the contracts and papers in the correct order.

"Tell me about it," she grumbled.

Mark smiled, "You do seem a little out of it today, though. What's on your mind?" he asked.

Lilly paused. Although she'd shared her stories with Mark before, she felt oddly reluctant. She sighed, settling against words.

Mark seemed concerned, "Are you okay?"

"...No," Lilly admitted. Her mind felt cramped and conflicted, and she really needed some time to think and not feel pressured.

"Do you need to take a personal day? You haven't had one in forever, and I'm sure you could get one," Mark suggested, "And if not, I could probably cover for you, tell them you threw up or something," he added amusedly.

Lilly grinned, and idea forming in her mind, "You know what? You're right. Fuck it. I'm going to take a personal day."

She got out of her chair and started toward the door.

I'll call in later. I've got more important things to do.

"Thanks Mark!" she called over her shoulder as she opened the door forcefully.

She definitely had some better things to do. And this time, she didn't care about what her dad would think.

...

Carley really didn't know what to do. She hadn't had any days off unless if she really needed them to do something, and now she had nothing left to do. She almost wished she had gone into work, but that would raise suspicion and she was on her boss' last nerve.

She'd already cleaned and straightened her apartment, which didn't take a long time since it was pretty small. Mentioned earlier, she hated cleaning, but what else was there to do? She flipped through the channels on her TV, but nothing good was on.

Great.

She could go somewhere, but she had nowhere to go. Her best friends Christa and Omid were on their yearly vacation to where they had their honeymoon, and she hadn't heard from her other two best friends Lee and Molly for a while. It seemed that she was waiting for something, but she didn't know what.

Again, great.

She paced around the room in circles; a habit she picked up when she was still in school. Usually it meant she was stressed or worried. Or both.

She didn't know how much time has passed when there was a soft rapping at her door.

Her heart leaped to her throat. She walked across the room quickly, and sucked in a breath before she pulled the door open. When she did, it felt like a weight being lifted of her chest. She couldn't resist a smile.

"Hi Lilly."

Lilly stood outside of the door, dressed in a cute, simple gray sweater and some jeans with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Hey," Lilly greeted, but paused a little awkwardly as her cheeks grew the slightest bit more pink. Despite this, her eyes hardened a bit with determination as she brought her hands in front of her. In one hand, she held a thin movie case, "I rented a movie and I thought we could watch it."

Carley smirked, "Let me see it," she gently pulled the movie out of Lilly's hands, not breaking eye contact. She really didn't care what movie it was, but Lilly's tense fidgeting was adorable.

She looked down for half a second to look at the movie. On the cover was the face of a rotting corpse, but it's eyes were open and alert.

She looked back up at Lilly, who seemed to be concealing nervousness.

"I love horror movies," she smiled widely, "Come in."

Lilly, seeming to have regained her normally confident attitude, entered. She seemed relieved as she sat down on the couch and leaned back into a relaxed position.

Carley crossed the room to her TV and opened the case with a small click. She removed the disc gingerly and inserted it into her DVD player, and pressed the power button on her TV remote. The screen brightened to the main title page of the movie where you select play.

Noting that all the lights were still on, Carley decided it wasn't very fitting with a gory, bloody, R-rated zombie movie. She flipped the lights off and was about to joined Lilly on the couch with a satisfied sigh. She lifted the remote and pressed play.

...

"For someone who says she likes horror movies, you get really scared."

"Shut up."

They were almost an hour into the movie. They had subconsciously scooted towards each other and Carley was now pressed close into Lilly's side, shielding her face with Lilly's shirt.

"Come on, Car. It's just a movie."

Carley sat up, "It's nightmares waiting to happen, is what it is," she replied indignantly. Almost as if to prove a point, a zombie in the movie sank it's teeth into a man's arm, which started spurting blood.

Lilly rolled her eyes, amused, as Carley started trembling and scooted even closer to her.

Carley had her moment of realization, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?" she accused.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Lilly replied, in such a tone that she obviously did.

Carley couldn't contain a small fit of laughter, "You're evil, you know that?" she said sarcastically.

Lilly chuckled, and gently stroked Carley's hair out of her face, "Yeah."

...

Lilly continued playing with Carley's silky brown hair as she watched the movie. It was almost over now, and almost every character had died except for two. A man and his daughter, and the father was bitten. Lilly hadn't been paying much attention to the movie, but it didn't really matter. In the end, she almost actually started crying as the father died and his little girl was left by herself - and Lilly was never an emotional person.

The credits started rolling through, and Lilly looked down at Carley, who'd pretty quiet for a while after laying her head on Lilly's lap, to say something. Then she realized that Carley's eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and calm; she was asleep. Lilly smiled.

This was definitely something better.

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So what do you guys think of a third chapter? I have one planned. So far, though, this is only a two-shot.