AN: another Chapter- short. None of this is meant to be offensive only fun. Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 3

"Son of a dick, this is one heavy son of a dick."

Abraham grunted as he attempted to heave Daryl's body up the stairs at Aaron and Eric's house.

"That's why you're so useful my muscly minion." Tara chattered happily as the group followed him up the stairs. "Besides Glenn's not complaining and he's carrying Michonne." Tara said turning to Glenn with a smile.

"Tara I have yet to see where the fun comes into this operation." Glenn grunted.

"Michonne barely weighs anything compared to Daryl. That right there is a steaming pile of bullshit." Abe grumped

"She's solid muscle." Glenn snapped.

"Have you seen this man's arms?" Abe grumped.

"Technically fat and muscle weigh the same. A pound is a pound." Eugene said as he was attempting to heft Daryl's legs for Abraham.

"Shut up Eugene." Glenn grunted as he flopped Michonne onto the bed.

"Careful of her head you don't want to hurt her!" Tara said.

"Oh now you're worried." Glenn bent at the waist gasping for breath. "she is heavy."

Abraham went to place Daryl on the bed only to realize his eyes were open. Sitting him on the side of the bed, he eyed him skeptically. "You ok Daryl?" He asked. Daryl glanced at him with one eye slightly open. A hysterical giggle burst out of his lips.

"Glenn" Abe said "Get over here, he likes you better, and frankly Daryl laughing is creeping me out."

Glenn sighed coming around to Daryl's "he doesn't like anyone better." He muttered.

"I like Carol." Daryl slurred giggling.

"I know you do." Glenn muttered lying Daryl down on the bed.

"I like Caryl a lot Glenn. She doesn't like me." Daryl said suddenly sad.

"Of course she does big guy." Glenn muttered pulling Daryl's boots off his feet.

"Oh God!" Tara gagged.

"Good lord!" Eric muttered pinching his nose "Can we bath him now that he's incapacitated?"

"I could have warned you" Aaron said dryly

"Huh... You liar, all those times on the road you blamed that smell on T-Dog's gas." Glenn turned shaking his head at Daryl,

Daryl shrugged giggling once again. "Oops...T-Dog saved my girl." Daryl slurred.

"Carol?" Glenn muttered.

"Yes..she's mine" he snapped suddenly eying Glenn suspiciously "Not yours."

"Don't worry she's all yours." Glenn said with a grin.

"Mine" Daryl mumbled with a smile before falling back asleep with a smile.

"Aww he's cute when he's stoned even if he stinks." Eric muttered.

"So what's the plan now?" Aaron said from the doorway.

"We are going to put them in a suggestive position, Carol and Rick will find them yadadada stuff and things happen, everyone admits theire feelings and they live happily ever after." Tara said with a grin.

"I think you yadadada Daryl kicking our asses." Glenn said.

"Oh he won't hit a girl" Tara said smugly.

"What about Michonne? " Glenn said

"I'm a sweet innocent girl who miraculously survived a head injury." Tara said putting her hands under her chin batting her eyelashes.

"Evil is more like it" Glenn muttered.

"Alright...can we move this shit show along...who's going to undress them?" Abe snapped.

The group turned to look at the two sleeping on the bed.

"I'm scared" Eric whispered.

"Not it" they all said simultaneously

"Look Daryl hates taking his shirt off so let's just do that and put them under a blanket together...That should be enough to shock Carol and Rick." Glenn said with a sigh.

"Yeah ok..that will work..." Tara said.

"Not it!" They all said unison, but Glenn.

The group started to slowly back out of the room.

"You all suck!" Glenn muttered turning to Daryl "Still not having fun Tara!"