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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