Everyone was eating because Daryl and I took so long. I took my seat and started eating. The food was amazing compared to the squirrel we'd been eating for the last few months. T-Dog and Daryl broke out the booze, giving some to everyone.

"Here ya go Sam." T-Dog placed a bottle of wine beside my plate as Daryl yelled "BOOYAH!"

"Thanks" I laughed and tried to pull the cork out. As I struggled, the bottle was pulled out of my hand and replaced with an open one. Looking over my shoulder I watched Daryl pull the cork out of mine and start to chug it back.

"Woah there. You're gonna regret that in the morning." I pulled the bottle from his mouth as I stood up. He had a grin plastered across his face, definitely drunk. Slowly everyone retreated to their rooms, leaving me, Daryl and Glenn. Glenn was sleeping on the table, Daryl was looking for even more alcohol and I was feeling good.

"Daryl, can you help me bring Glenn to his bed?" I asked, smiling at him.

"Eh. Fine. Ain't more booze in this place." He slurred. Daryl slung Glenn over his shoulder and walked into his room. I waited in the hall, drinking my bottle of wine, which was almost empty. Daryl stumbled back out and leaned against the wall. He looked at me, giving a goofy grin and leaned forward. He grabbed my arm and stared at it for a while before he pulled me to him.

"Ouf." I said, losing my breath as I hit his body. I looked up at him and giggled. He walked backward, keeping a firm hold on me until we reached his room. Turning to open the door, I downed the rest of my wine and hugged Daryl's back. As we walked into the room, I fell to the floor and laughed at myself.

"Daryl. Help. I've fallen and I can't get up." I giggled to myself and curled up on the ground. I could hear Daryl moving, getting closer until he was on the floor too. I turned my face to look at him, finding him much closer than expected. I reached my hands up and grabbed his face, looking into his eyes.

"I get lost in your eyes." I whispered, closing my eyes. Feeling the ground shift as I was lifted and dropped into the bed.

"But Daryl, this isn't my room. It's your room. If i stay here everyone going to think we had sex, but you don't like me that way. I like you though." I yawned, standing up to walk to my room. I looked over to see Daryl fast asleep in the bed. I grabbed the wine bottle from his bedside table, downed it then went to my room and passed out.