"Sam. Would you go get Daryl before we eat everything?" Rick said as the table errupted in laughter.
"Sure thing." I laughed, walking to his room. I knocked on the door, but didn't get a response. I waited a moment then opened the door. There was a bottle of wine on the table beside the bed and clothes on the floor. I lifted the bottle, seeing that it was half empty and looked around. The bathroom door was shut so I knocked on it, still not getting an answer. I slowly opened the door saying "Daryl?". As I opened the door Daryl turned to face me. He had just gotten out of the shower and was completely naked.
"What the hell you doin' in here?" He glared while he wrapped his lower half with a towel.
"They sent me to get you for supper 'cause everyones waiting." I said turning around and walking to the farthest wall.
"The hell are you doin'?" He asked as I closed my eyes and stayed facing the wall.
"I'm giving you privacy to get dressed. Just hurry up so we can go eat." I said quietly into the wall. I felt a hand close on my arm and turn me. I opened my eyes to find Daryl staring down at me, his intense eyes piercing my own.
"Or you could sit on the bed 'stead of lookin' like an idiot starin' at the wall." he smirked. I let myself relax as his hand released my arm, allowing me to sit on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, looking at the pattern of the paint while he got dressed. I was thinking to myself when my vision blurred and something landed on my face.
"What the hell?" I asked, grabbing whatever it was off. I stretched it infront of me and realized it was a pair of Daryl's boxers.
"Look who's mature now." Sitting up as I looked around the room for him. I kept quiet, trying to hear him, but the room was silent. I swung my legs over the bed and stood up. I was about to leave when something grabbed my leg. Letting out a scream, I dropped to the ground and found Daryl laughing his ass off under the bed.
"Daryl, common. We gotta go eat. Everyone's waiting. Playing games is gonna have to wait." I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm, attempting to drag him out.
"Fine, but your commin' back here after." He said, crawling out and walking out of the room. "What a child." I muttered to myself as we walked to the kitchen.
