3.
Daryl went to shower. It was 9 PM, he was already late and he didn't feel at all like going to that party or whatever. Hell, he could still smell the whiskey in himself even after showering. He went to Merle's room, looking for a long-sleeved shirt, which of course Merle didn't have. He didn't either, so he took a plain black T-shirt and some jeans.
Badass, his black dog, was looking at him with concern. 'I know man, dontcha worry. Be back before I finish the first beer'.
He headed to that fucking party then.
When he arrived to the place, the first person he noticed was a weird looking guy wearing glasses and a buttoned-up shirt. He chuckled and thought the poor guy was lost and also horrified. Then he saw his boss, Herman. He was a decent man, hell he was even married and had these cute little children, but he was also very fond of alcohol and he liked the kind of places Daryl and the other guys went to. He even went with his wife from time to time, which Daryl thought was pretty cool. They would leave their kids with their grandparents and head to the bar, getting both pretty drunk, too. Hell, Monica, his wife, even beated Daryl at pool sometimes. They were a cute couple, or so Daryl thought, in a weird way.
'Hey there man. Happy bday'. Daryl said, shaking Herman's hand. He noticed he was talking to the weird nerdy guy with glasses.
'Fuck man, you look like hell. Tough night yesterday?'
'Yeah, I guess you could say tha'. I'm good for another beer though'.
'That's my boy. Hey, this is Milton. Big friend of mine, brought that hot blonde who's somewhere down there'. Herman pointed to one of the tables.
'Uh, hey.' Milton said. He looked kind of scared.
'Hey.' Daryl said. He tended to be very awkward, mostly with people he didn't know. 'Is that Andrea there?'
'Yes, do you know her? She is a good friend of mine.' He said, clearing his throat.
'Nah, well, guess you could say so. She got her car to the shop, I fixed it. Bet she doesn't remember me'. Suddenly Daryl noticed she was with another woman, a woman he didn't recognize. She had short brown hair and beautiful big blue eyes. She was wearing a green dress, and laughing at something Andrea had just said to her. Daryl thought she was stunning, not exactly in the way other women were, but still. Suddenly, her eyes reached his. He stared for a moment before feeling like a psyco, so he turned to Milton again.
'who the hell is that other woman next to Andrea?'
It was Herman who spoke then.
'Dude, that's Ed Peletier's wife. Or ex wife. Ed took off a couple of weeks ago, before beating the hell out of her, that is.'
'That Carol woman?' Daryl asked. He had heard the story a couple of times. But he never met her, he had been told he wasn't allowed to leave the house, like… ever. Actually, last week Officer Grimmes went to the car shop and asked about Ed. Apparently they thought he might sell his car there and buy another one, which he didn't do. He looked at Carol again. He didn't know why, but he imagined a different looking woman. Sadder, he supposed. He suddenly felt disgusted. He hated beaters. They reminded him of his fucking father, his dead abused mother. His abused self.
'Carol, yes. She's very nice. She's living with Andrea, my.. uh, friend, until she gets a job and rents something on her own', Milton spoke again.
'Yeah well, good luck to her. Don't give a fuck anyways. I'm gonna get a beer'. And Daryl took off.

'OH MY GOD!' Andrea screamed. The two beers had apparently gotten into her, because she couldn't stop laughing and she was speaking too loudly. Carol didn't mind, though; she was actually having a great time herself.
'What, Andrea? You sound like you've just seen Johnny Depp cross that door. I hope it was that'.
'Almost, Carol. Did I ever tell you about the sexy guy who fixed my car once?'
Carol rolled her eyes. Andrea tended to exagerate things. 'No, you didn't. Not that I remember anyway. What about him? Is he here?' Carol didn't sound as excited as Andrea, but she found the whole situation funny.
'Ok look. No, don't look now. It would be too obvious. A couple of months ago, my car broke. I went to Herman's shop and this wild hot as hell guy with no sleeves on appears out of nowhere and fixs it. I thought I was in some sort of erotic movie, I swear.'
Carol laughed loudly and tried to look at the direction Andrea said this guy was.
'Wait, don't look yet. Let me finish the story. The point is, I never saw the guy again, I don't even know his name, actually. It's weird, don't you think? we don't exactly live in a huge town. I thought of him, though. And now here he is, and apparently, he is Milton's friend.'
'So what's your point?' Carol asked. 'You won't be able to screw with him cause he and Milton are friends?'
Andrea rolled her eyes. 'No Carol, is not that. I'm not longer into that kind of guys. You should give it a shot, though'.
'You're talking non-sense, Andrea. I haven't even seen him'. Carol said and turned around to check on him.
She couldn't help to smile nervously. Yes, the guy was hot. She had to agree with Andrea there. There was something about him that made him extremely sexy. Did she just said 'extremely?' She stared at him, trying to find out what it was. His gaze, she suppossed, which was of an intense blue, and kind of mysterious. And definitely his muscular arms and that dirty blond hair that covered his eyes. Carol forced herself to look to other direction. She wasn't used to looking at men. Of course, with all the time locked in the house, there weren't many men to look at. She found it was nice to do this, though, she started to slowly feel more like a woman again.
'So, what do you think?' Andrea asked, excited.
'Yeah, he's alright I guess.' Carol said. 'There's something about him, you're right.'
'Let's go talk to Milton. Come on! I swear, I won't make you speak to him or anything. But maybe we can catch up his name'.
'Are you aware of the fact that we're 28 years old, Andrea? We're not in highschool anymore.' Carol said, but couldn't help to giggle a little. She wasn't used to drinking beer either, and the alcohol was slowly getting into her head.
'Yeah. But you also said we're late bloomers'.

Daryl got a beer and then he didn't know where to go. He couldn't find T-Dog anywhere. He figured he would be there soon. He thought it was a good time to get the fuck out of there, but he decided he would finish the beer first. Since he didn't have where to go, he headed back to where this Milton guy and Herman were.
When he got there, he found Andrea with this Carol woman next to Milton. He suddenly didn't know what to do, so he just stayed there awkwardly drinking his beer. Andrea looked at him a couple of times, so he figured that maybe she did recognize him after all. When their gazes met, she waved a little and approached him:
'Hey there, I remember you fixed my car once', She said, with a smile.
'Yeah, guess that was me. How is it goin?'
'Oh, I'm fine. Just having some fun time with my friend here'.
'I meant the car.'
'Ohh, right.' Andrea said, laughing a little. 'The car is just fine. You did a great job there'.
'Good to know'. He answered absently.
'So… what brings you here? You know, I actually thought you were for other town or something, I never saw you again'. Andrea said. Daryl felt uncomfortable. The woman was being friendly, something he didn't know how to be, after all.
'Yeah, no, I live here. Live in the woods, stay by myself. Just go to work and get off'.
'I'm Carol.' He was confused for a second and then he saw the woman standing right in front of him.
'Daryl', he said. Making a big effort to look at her.
And suddenly Andrea was nowhere to be seen.