Midnight Terrors
Rick jumped awake, hearing the female cry and raced out of his tent just as Glenn was running out of his. "What's going on?" he looked around for walkers, for anyone who might be under attack. They heard the cry again and started to realize what it was as others joined them. "You've got to be kidding me."
"They're going at it again." Glenn glared in the direction of Daryl and Beth's tent as Beth moaned again, rather loudly. "This is the third time tonight!"
Michonne walked out of the tent she was sharing with Rick now, her sword drawn. "Oh, no you don't," Rick grunted, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back. "You're not killing anyone tonight."
"I need to sleep, you know what happens if I don't sleep." She looked up at him.
"I'll go talk to them." Maggie headed towards the tent, a bucket of water in her hands. Carl ran with her and quietly unzipped the tent. "Shut the fuck up," Maggie called out, throwing the water into the tent. Beth and Daryl swore and screamed as they came running out, Beth wrapped in a blanket, Daryl at least still had his pants on.
"What the hell, Maggie?" Beth demanded.
"You woke everyone up," Carol told her. "Look we love you, and we're happy that you love each other, but for one night, give it a rest."
Beth and Daryl blushed as they realized that the whole camp was staring at them. "Sorry, we'll be quiet." Beth ducked back inside, embarrassment too much for her.
Daryl smirked and just crossed his arms. "Ya'll are just jealous if you ask me."
"Jealous?" Michonne asked, reaching for her sword again.
Daryl nodded his head. "All ya'll women are jealous you're not getting' it as good as my Beth and ya'll boys are jealous cause you can't give it as good as me." He smirked and walked back into the tent, zipping it up.