Hey y'all, here's another chapter. Updated both my stories today, and would LOVE to get some feedback. Just cause its not all Caryl doesnt mean i dont want some love...BTW any suggestions on next chapters, love getting ideas and i take requests.

Bad Boy Pinup

Glenn and Maggie had managed a couple of bottles of Vodka on their last supply run, and though Hershel had commandeered one as antiseptic for his medical kit they had managed to keep one themselves.

It wasn't their usual poison, but the sharp liquid felt good sliding down their throats and the pleasant buzz brought on a giddy mood in the prison. They had built a small fire pit under a window in the cell block, and now Glenn, Maggie, Carol, and Beth sat loosely around it. Rick and Axel were off on guard duty, Hershel refused to partake and Carl had passed out earlier in his cell, baby Judith wedged between him and the wall.

Daryl Dixon was watching them through narrowed eyes from the far wall, where he sat sharpening his knife. Sure, he was willing to partake in the drinking of the vodka, but all this crazy drunk giggling wasn't his thing.

"Say this thing…this zombie thing didn't happen…." Glenn started; he was by far the drunkest, and the goofiest, with or without the help of liquor. "Like, what would you see us doing….you know, like if we didn't know anything about one another."

Maggie, giggled, and reached for the bottle. "Hmmm, this could be fun."

Everyone but Daryl and Beth burst out into a fit of giggles. Beth wasn't drinking of course, and Daryl, he was just ignoring them. He didn't mind having some good times now and again, but Christ Glen just always got plain stupid when he was drinking.

Carol shook her head softly, "Swat team….all of us" She mumbled, reaching for the bottle herself.

Everyone burst into laughter again, and the bottle switched hands.

"Come on" Glen whined "for real"

"You would be some kind of computer geek." Maggie laughed.

Glenn smirked "Oh that's original; the Asian guy can be a tech nerd. Ha."

Carol's hand flew over her mouth to cover a laugh, and even Daryl let out a chuckle from across the room.

"Don't be pissed," Maggie reached over and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him over for a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "You know you're a nerd right? A cute nerd….but you're a nerd."

"I'm not a nerd…" he laughed, "I mean I may look like one….but I am badass."

The room burst into laughter at that one.

"Carol would work at a gallery, like a cool trendy art gallery." Beth said smiling from across the fire. She was the only sober one, and everyone knew she would take any opportunity to think back on the old world.

Maggie reached out, and ran her hand through the side of Carol's hair. "Your hair would be all funky, and you would wear tons of hip necklaces…."

"Hmmm," Carol smiled taking a long slow sip. "That would be nice….that would be the first time in my life that I'd be doing anything cool or hip."

Maggie sat up and crossed her legs, a smile forming on her lips. "Bethy would be a country singer."

"Amen to that," Daryl called out from across the room, his contribution shocking everyone. "Girl sings like an angel," he mumbled shyly looking down at his knife.

Carol raised her eyebrows, while Beth, who had never heard Daryl say more than one word to her before, turned a furious shade of red. "Thank you," she called out her voice cracking.

"Ohhhh Daryl," a drunken Maggie crooned, "Look you made Bethy blush."

"Maggie!" Beth exclaimed under her breath, as Maggie rolled into another peel of laughter.

Daryl paused what he was doing to look up. "Yer all's game is jus' plain stupid." He drawled "The world aint ever gonna go back and yer all never gonna be more than ya are now. And you," he pointed the tip of his knife at Maggie, "yer drunk and yer embaressin' yer sister….leaver 'er be."

"What about Daryl?" Maggie pressed on, sticking her tongue out at him, "Mr. Fun, over there…what would he be?"

"I aint playin'" he called out.

"No one's askin' you to," she laughed. "Would he be like ….a mechanic?"

"No way," Glen laughed, "he'd be like…. You know that dude…that uh…the crocodile hunter!"

"Christ y'all are stupid," Daryl called out "you do know that right?"

"He would never be like that guy," Beth said softly, "he's too quiet, and shy."

Daryl shook his head and snorted. She did have a point. "Aint so much that I'm shy sweetheart, just don't like bein' stupid." He nodded at her, and she looked down blushing once again.

"Couldn't you see him owning some mom and pop gas station?" Glen asked

Maggie and Carol bent at the waist laughing. It was hard to see Daryl Dixon as anything but himself. He was too quiet, too rough, too dirty, and just too award to be anything but who he was right now. But, unfortunately, who he was right now left plenty of room for drunken speculation.

"Watch it china man," he called out again, being dragged into this stupid shit no matter how hard he resisted. "I aint no fuckin' mom an' pop, not even in some stupid game."

Now damn if they weren't getting' on his nerves after all. Even at the end of the dammed world, he thought, playin some stupid ass pretend game, they couldn't come up with somethin half way decent for him. Jesus, he thought, white trash is white trash no matter how you slice it.

Carol reached for the bottle and took a long slow sip. " You know," she started "Andrea's younger sister Amy, back at the quarry," everyone stopped to look at her, not knowing where this was headed, these days, laughter had a way of turning into tears faster than you could imagine. "She always though that Daryl could be a model."

Everyone started laughing, and from across the room Daryl stood up "Christ," he mumbled, "Now, this is getting' too stupid for me ta even stick around."

"I'm serious," Carol continued, "My God, it was always 'look at Daryl Dixons arms', and 'look at Daryl Dixons shoulders', and 'oh my god has anyone actually seen the color of his eyes" she laughed and ducked her head down shaking it softly, "It drove Andrea craaaazy ! She was always saying, 'dammit Amy, if I have to hear about Daryl Dixon one more time I swear I'll…."

The room had grown quiet. Maggie and Beth had never met Amy, but they'd heard about the horrible night at the quarry. And Daryl, and Glenn, they'd never get the sounds of those high pitched screams coming down that dark road out of their heads. No amount of drinking could erase that carnage from their minds.

Maggie swallowed hard, and looked up; everyone had their eyes fixed on the ground in front of them. The bottle hung loosely between Glen's fingers, and Beth had tears in her eyes. "She was right you know." She said softly, hoping to break through the thick somber mood. "At least about his shoulders….." she giggled lightly, "I mean have you seen those things?"

Carol chuckled softly under her breath, "and those arms?"

"Ugh!" Maggie cried flopping over backwards in a pretend swoon.

"Hey!" Glenn punched her shoulder, "I'm still here you know."

Maggie folded her arm over her eyes and shut them as she giggled, "I know babe. And I still love ya, but you have to admit….that those arms "

Carol laughed and pretended to fan herself.

"Hey," he called out gathering his stuff, "Y'all are talkin' about me, an I'm right here. Ya do realize that right?"

"Oh shush," Maggie called out, "you said you weren't playing,"

"Yeah well", he mumbled, "I still got ears." Christ sake, he thought, had those two gone mad? You give them a tiny bit of liquor and they just up and lose their mind. I mean, he was the furthest thing from being anything that anyone would even consider lookin' at more than once.

"Can you imagine," Maggie continued, "what he would look like, say all cleaned up, with a shave and ..."

"Hmmmm," Carol had her eyes closed and she wrapped her arms around her knees, "Oh yeah," she whispered, "believe me, I can imagine alright."

Jesus Christ, he couldn't believe this shit; I mean was he hearing them, were they talking about him?

"Hey," he called out loudly, "Are y'all crazy or somethin'?" he asked grabbing his stuff and stomping towards them a few steps before stopping, "I'm right here. I can hear y'all just fine. An' ya can't be talkin about me or my arms or my….. nuthin. Christ, I aint no…." he shook his head and looked at the three women around him, who all had hooded eyes and goofy smiles. "Hey," he called out snapping his fingers in front of them, "CUT IT OUT."

Carol smiled and rested her chin on her arms, "Cut what out?" she asked dreamily.

He narrowed his eyes, "I know what yer all doin', and it aint funny."

Maggie pulled her arm off her eyes, "It's kinda funny," she said starting to giggle again, "and you look even hotter when y'are all pissed off."

Daryl stood still for a moment than pointed his knife across at Glen, "ya gotta put a muzzle on her."

"Besides," Maggie called out, as she curled up and rolled to her side, "Your shirts all open, and it's got NO SLEAVES."

Daryl looked down at himself; the front of his tattered shirt was indeed almost completely undone. Hell, he only had two buttons left on the thing, and of course he'd ripped the sleeves off, the thing was flannel, and it was damn near a hundred degrees in there.

A small tiny smile formed on Carol's lips, and before she could even stop herself, she uttered softly, "He's like a bad boy pin up."

"The fuck?!" Daryl grunted grabbing the front of his shirt with his free hand and pulling it closed up by his neck. "Y'all are drunk, and stupid…..an' yer havin' a god time messin' we me but as ya can see I aint laughin one bit. In Fact," he grumbled as he turned around and headed towards the steps, "I aint gonna even stand here and listen anymore, I'm goin' up ta bed."

"Even better!" Maggie called out after him, and he could hear their laughter and Glen's shushing as he stomped on up his metal steps towards his perch.

What in the hell had gotten into those women he thought, as he laid onto his bed. Give 'em a tiny bit of liquor and they start seeing things that aren't even there. Goddamn Daryl Dixon bad boy pin up my ass.