Set between seasons 2 and 3. They got awfully comfortable around each other in those missing months. Just saying.
Beth and Carl play a little game. Carol? Well, you'll see.
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It's cold. Always is these days. Nothing between them and the dead but luck and their own wits, and Little Greene? Well, she's a kid, so's Carl. Still hanging on to hope, looking for distraction with kids' games. They're taking turns, telling two truths, a lie. Only, they ain't doing the telling themselves. Hell, that wouldn't be so bad. No. Carol's doing him. Something tells Daryl he's screwed.
"He only changes his socks twice a week."
Beth wrinkles her nose.
"He'll eat anything."
Lori grimaces. "Definitely true."
"He's a bad kisser."
T-Dog whoops.
Glenn holds out his hand. "Pay up."
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