Season 3-4:

Twister

It was Clary's yell that made Glenn wander into the common room of Cell Block C. "RICK, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY FACE!"

"What the hell?" Glenn muttered in confusion. He silently walked into the cell block to see the group circled around a white mat on the floor, Hershel sitting at one of the nearby tables with a piece of cardboard in his hand. Upon closer inspection, Glenn realized that Rick and Clary were on top of a Twister mat, Hershel holding the spinner in his hands. "Right foot, yellow," he called out.

Rick squatted to put his foot on the colored spot, while Clary straightened her legs, putting her foot below her and sticking her ass up in the air. Glenn, seeing a perfect opportunity, started singing loudly, "I like big butts and I cannot lie!"

Everyone immediately turned to Glenn, and Clary glanced over her shoulder at him, grinning. "You other brothers can't deny!"

"SHIT!" Rick shouted, cutting off Carl as he was about to continue the song. Rick's legs giving out as he fell to the ground. Clary straightened, laughing, "Yes!"

Beth, who sat next to her father with a notebook in her hand, called out, "Carl versus Maggie!"

"Can you put me down?" Glenn asked, walking over to look at the tablet over his sister-in-law's shoulder.

"Against Sasha?" Beth questioned, and Glenn nodded his approval. She glanced up at him. "You missed Daryl and Michonne."

"I'm regretting it already," he replied, taking a seat next to her.

"Left foot, green," Hershel announced. Carl and Maggie stepped onto the mat as the veterinarian spun again. "Right hand, blue."

Carl bent over, while Maggie squatted, reaching underneath him. Clary attempted to sneak a look at her boyfriend's ass, and Michonne nudged her shoulder, chuckling softly. Clary blushed, hiding her red face behind her brother's arm. "Who won the first round?" Glenn inquired as Maggie and Carl put their left hand on red.

"Michonne. Daryl pushed her."

He glanced at her. "Daryl? He pushed Michonne? He play fights with Clary, but he wouldn't do anything like that."

"'Accidentally.' He was starting to fall and took her with him." Beth looked back at the two on the mat, and said, "Ooh, looks like Carl's gonna fall."

At that point, both Carl and Maggie were pretty twisted up. Maggie was somehow leaning over Carl, and he was in a Spiderman-like pose beneath her, attempting to reach every color. "Left foot, red," Hershel called.

Carl turned, regaining his balance. He was staying up. Maggie, however, was having a bit of trouble making her left foot go from green to red. "Five, four," the group began counting down. "Three, two, o—"

Maggie managed to get her foot on at the last possible second, though her arms were starting to tremble at her awkward position. "Left foot in the air," Hershel announced.

Carl's foot went up, but Maggie fell over as soon her foot left the mat. Carl, unable to see what was going on, asked, "What happened?"

"You won," Maggie told him. "Who's next?"

"Carol and I," Beth answered, putting her notebook down after crossing out her sister's name. The two stood on opposite sides of the mat, Hershel calling out to put their left foot on yellow first. Their round was a quick one, with Carol's butt hitting the ground after the sixth spin. Beth reclaimed her spot, crossing out the older woman's name. "Sasha, you're up against Glenn."

"Just so you know," Glenn warned Sasha as they stepped up to the mat, "I used to play this all the time with my sisters."

"Oh, so you're a pro?" Sasha questioned, then grinned wickedly. "So am I."

"I'll bet a week's worth of chores on Glenn!" Tyreese called.

Sasha turned around, raising her hands in disbelief as she looked at her brother. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I'll take you up on that," Maggie said, then sent a grin at Glenn. "If Sasha wins, you have to do my chores for the next week."

"If Glenn wins, you have my chores for the next week," Tyreese said. The two shook hands, sealing their deal.

"Right hand, red!" Hershel called, starting the round. Everyone watched as the two became tangled up, but they showed that they were pros. Sasha almost fell a few times, but she regained her balance. Finally, Hershel called, "Left foot, blue!"

"Oh, no," Sasha said. Glenn was in the perfect position, and there was no way he could fall. Sasha, on the other hand, had made a few mistakes, and she now had to reach across the mat to put her left foot on a blue circle. She stretched, but it wasn't enough. The group began to count down, and even though Sasha tried as hard as she could, she couldn't get it. After she knew she lost, Sasha fell to the ground, while Glenn stayed in his spot. Sasha sighed, "I surrender the title of Twister Pro."

Beth put the end of her pen to her lips, thinking, before writing down names. "Alright!" she called. "Phase two! Up first, Michonne and Carl!"

The two stepped up to the mat, staring across it at each other. "Can we get, like, a gong or something in here?" Clary asked. "I feel like we need one for Twister tournaments."

"I've got wooden spoons and a metal table," Carol offered. "We could do a drum roll?"

"Wouldn't be the same," Clary sighed.

"Note to everyone on the run team," Glenn called as he feigned writing on a clipboard, "Clary wants a gong."

Clary chuckled, hitting Glenn's arm. "Shut it, you lil shit."

"Right foot, yellow," Hershel called, and the two stepped onto the mat. "Right hand, green."

There was a repeat of Carl's first round, where he was in a Spiderman pose again. At the next round, Michonne pulled off the Black Widow pose from Iron Man 2, minus her knee on the ground. It got close, though. Close enough that the group was craning their necks to see if her knee was touching the ground. Then, both reached for the same spot, but Carl got it first. Michonne tried to reach over Carl's hand, but she couldn't reach it. She leaned forward just a bit more, lost her balance, and fell, taking Carl with her. Michonne groaned, getting to her feet. Carl rolled off the mat, as he was near the edge, and landed at Clary's feet. "Hey, babe," he said with a grin. "Heard you were looking at my ass earlier."

"Carl!" Rick scolded. He was having trouble sounding stern, but he was having more trouble trying not to grin.

"ASS!" Carl shouted in reply, causing the others to crack up. Carol put her hands over Judith's ears, hissing, "There are young ones!"

"She can't even talk!" Daryl cried as Carl got to his feet. To Rick, Daryl barked, "Ass!"

"Shut up!" Rick called back. "You're worse than a fucking child!"

Clary put her hands over Carl's ear with a gasp, saying, "Richard, there are little ears."

"Clary, I'm three months younger than you," Carl said.

"And don't call me Richard!" Rick added.

Beth was still laughing as she said, "Glenn and I are up next."

"Maggie, pick your poison," Glenn said, winking at her. "Your sister or your husband."

"I already lost once," Maggie said.

"Technically twice. The bet and against Carl."

Maggie turned to Hershel. "Dad, just spin. Please."

"Left hand in the air," Hershel said.

Their round was uneventful, and it wasn't long before Beth fell. This left three people still playing: Clary, Carl, and Glenn. Beth retook her seat next to her father, crossing her name off. She said, "Okay, the prison's favorite couple is up next. Dixon, Grimes, get up there." Rick and Daryl look at each other before shrugging stepping forward, much to the prison's amusement. "The other Dixon and Grimes."

"Bethie, I don't know how Judy and Merle are going to play when Judy's a baby and Merle's dead," Clary said.

Beth put her notebook down, taking Clary and Carl and pushing them to the mat, and pulling Rick and Daryl back. "Love you, babe," Rick said.

Daryl wrapped an arm around his best friend's shoulders. "I know you do."

Hershel shook his head at their antics, calling, "Left hand, red."

"I feel my soul on fire!" Clary sang.

"Black!" Carl sang, lifting his head at the words from Les Misérables.

Clary leaned forward, giving Carl a quick peck. "My world if he's not there!"

That earned them 'aww's from the group, as Carl continued, "Red!"

"It's the color of desire!"

"Black!"

"It's the color of despair!"

There was a round of applause before they continued with the game. "Right hand, blue!" Hershel called, the two did it. "Ooh, left foot in the air." Carl sighed softly, and they put their left foot in the air. "Right foot, blue."

The two did a little jump, not putting their left feet down as they got their right feet on blue. Hershel spun again, eyes widening when he saw what it landed on. He and Beth looked at each other, his daughter breathing, "Oh my god."

"What?" Glenn asked.

Hershel called, "Right foot in the air."

Clary and Carl looked at each other, then back to Hershel. "Hershel, spin again," Clary said. "It's not fair. I can do a handstand."

"Hey, I can do a handstand," Carl objected.

Clary paused, shrugged, then kicked up until she was in a handstand. Michonne watched, impressed, and decided that she had found her new protégé. Carl tried to mimic Clary, struggling to get up. For a moment, he did, both of the two doing handstands, until Carl started to teeter. Carefully, Clary pushed one leg out until it rested on Carl's, keeping him up. "Hershel," Carl grunted, unsure of how long he could hold himself up. "Spin already."

Clary, on the other hand, was having no problem with her handstand, even with her helping Carl. "Right foot, blue," Hershel said.

Carl sighed in relief, tipping forwards until his right foot hit the mat, not letting his left foot touch. Clary, on the other hand, ran into some difficulty, as Carl was taking up the only blue spaces in front of her. "Shit," she said. "Oh, this game is gonna kill me."

She leaned backwards, the group gasping as they realized she was trying to do a backbend. And she did it, too. Her right foot hit the blue, her left foot still in the air. "Hershel! Go!"

"Right foot, yellow." The two put their right feet on yellow, Clary looking like she was halfway through a cartwheel. "Right hand, green."

Hershel kept on calling, neither of the two falling yet. Somehow, they ended up tangled together, Clary pinned underneath Carl, their chests barely brushing. "So," Clary started as they both reached to put a hand on red, "you come here often?"

"Clary, there's about a million other pick-up lines you could've used," Carl said.

"Right hand in the air," Hershel called.

Clary and Carl both lifted their right hands from the mat, both wobbling. Without a word spoken between them, they each wrapped their right arm around the other, using their left arms to balance. Murmurs went through the group, Sasha asking, "Can they do that?"

"I don't think there's anything in the rules against it," Beth said.

"Left hand in the air," Hershel announced.

"That means we have to stand up?" Clary questioned, tilting her head back to look at Hershel, who nodded. She looked back up at Carl. "Alright, ready, Cowboy? We gotta push up together so we don't fall. Ready? One, two, three!"

The two pushed up at the same time, Carl pulling Clary with him as they stood, still pressed together. Carl lost his balance, falling backwards, and he took Clary with him. They landed on the floor with a thud, still tangled together, laughing. "We've got to do this again sometime," Carl said.

Clary nodded in agreement, rolling off of Carl. "It's the final round," Beth said. "Clary and Glenn."

"Let's go, Short Round," Clary said, holding up a hand as Glenn stepped on the mat.

Glenn took her hand, pulling her to her feet. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Willie Scott."

"Please, we all know I'm Indy. Carl's Willie Scott." The group chuckled as Carl stepped off the mat, shaking his head. "Ready, Rhee?"

"Let's do it, Dixon," he replied.

"Right hand, green," Hershel called, and so it began. "Left foot, yellow."

It went on, lasting even longer than Carl and Clary's round. The two had proved that they should not be challenged when it came to Twister, and it was just a matter of time until they knew who was the true professional. Clary had long since stopped making witty comments, instead quiet and focused, determined to win. Glenn was at one end of the mat, nearly leaning back against Clary, who was in the middle. Their right hands and feet were on red, their left hands on blue, and their left feet on green.

"Left hand, green!" Hershel called. Glenn reached it, leaning backwards to make Clary reach for a green spot under him. The audience quickly told Clary she wasn't on, and she moved her hand, reaching it. "Right foot, green!"

"It's sudden death," Michonne said excitedly, seeing the two were struggling to reach it. Glenn got his foot on, between their left feet, leaning back until on Clary. She tried to reach her right foot around, but fell backwards with a yell. "Glenn sat on me!"

The group laughed as Glenn got to his feet, holding out a hand to help Clary up. She took it, and they shook hands as Clary said, "Alright, I'll admit defeat. Glenn Rhee, you win." Clary turned and walked off the mat, then paused. She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning. "This time. I'll be back."

Glenn grinned. "I look forward to it."