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"Sam, get outta bed before you sleep all day." Carols voice called from the hall. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling my throbbing head. "Damn hangovers." I mumbled, rolling out of bed to use the washroom. I washed my face in the sink and got dressed. I walked to the kitchen while rubbing my head. Looks like I'm not the only one with a hangover, I thought to myself. I took a seat beside Glenn, who was holding his head with his eyes closed.
"Want some eggs Sam?" T-Dog asked. "Powdered eggs, but I make 'em good."
"Sure, but not a lot. Don't wanna get sick and waste it." I said, holding my head. "Rough night Glenn?" I asked, rubbing his back softly. He let out a groan and set his head on the counter. I copied Glenn and placed my head on the counter to shut my eyes.
"My fuckin' head.." Daryl groaned as he sat beside me, rubbing his temples. Right then I remembered everything from last night. I sat up slowly, looking at Daryl. He had been watching me, but turned away before I met his eyes.
"Do either of you remember what happened last night?" I asked aloud.
"I remember passing out at the table then waking up in my bed." Glenn said, sitting up to eat his breakfast.
"You remember anything Daryl?" I looked over at him. "Nope. Don't remember a thing. Don't matter 'nyways, nothin' happened." He said, taking his plate and leaving the room. Alright then. I turned to my food and ate in silence. I took my plate to the sink and washed it, walking away to find something to do. I wandered around until I found a wreck room. As I looked around I found a large book shelf. Looking through the titles, I grabbed one named "The Year of the Flood". I walked back to my room and started reading. I was around six chapters into the book when I head a knock on the door. Laying the book down, I opened the door, finding Daryl facing the opposite wall.
"Can I help you?" Rolling my eyes.
"I'm, uh, sorry. "Bout this mornin'." Daryl said quietly as he faced me.
"It's alright. Do you even remember anything from last night?" I sighed.
"Remember it all. Even you talkin' 'bout how you like me." He smirked.
"Alright," I blushed. "Doesn't change anything though?" I asked.
"Well, it could." He said, pushing me back into my room. He kicked the door shut and snaked his arms around my waist. I kept backing up until I hit the wall and looked Daryl in the eyes. He leaned down towards me lightly pressing his lips to mine. Sliding my hands over his stomach and into his hair, I deepened the kiss. His hands crawled under my shirt tracing my spine and sides. I broke away to breathe, looking up into Daryl's deep blue eyes.
"I am so glad we met that day in the store." I whispered, letting my lips trail across the side of his neck.
"Knock, knock, knock"
"You gotta be kidding me." I sighed, wrapping my arms around Daryl's torso.
"We ain't done yet." He grinned down at me, pulling my chin up to plant a forceful kiss on me. I let my hands fumble their way under his shirt, running over his stomach and chest. His hands fell down to my ass, pulling me so that my body was pushed against his.
"I suggest that you and Daryl come out and meet us in the kitchen before I come in there." Shane said loudly.
"Can't ever get time alone can we?" I rolled my eyes.
"Fuckin' people. We'll get back to this later." Half smiling he turned to walk away, draging me behind him from the belt loops on my jeans.
