Daryl ripped open the curtain and laughed to himself at the annoyed growl that issued forth from under the blankets that were half ripped off the bed.

"Good mornin', sunshine," Daryl said. "Time to rise and shine!"

"I'll kill you," Carol growled and hugged her pillow tightly to her head. Daryl laughed again.

"Why you wanna be so damned harsh to the love of your fuckin' life?" Daryl asked.

"It's 8:30, I have a hangover, and you're annoying me."

"I told you not to stay out all night," Daryl said. "Told you Andrea's a bad fuckin' influence. But you didn't listen and now it's time to pay the price. Come on—we got work to do."