Bad Idea
Everyone was in high spirits as they settled into their home for the time being. It was safe, protected, and easily guarded. It was nice to have somewhere nice. She rolled her eyes as Glenn dusted off a few bottles of alcohol that had been hidden away somewhere. "Oh, hell yeah," Daryl said taking one of the bottles from him.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Beth said, taking the bottle from him and handing it to Maggie.
"And why the hell not?" Daryl asked, crossing his arms, obviously not happy that he wasn't going to get to drink.
Beth crossed her own arms and pinned him with a look. "Do you remember what happened last time?" she asked.
Daryl rolled his eyes. "It wasn't that bad." He moved to take the other bottle from Glenn.
"Daryl, you yelled at me, then you cried, and then we burnt down a house."
"That was you?" Carol asked, crossing her arms. "We saw the smoke and had to deal with the Kentucky fried walkers."
Daryl huffed and sat down, kicking up his feet. "Fine, I won't drink."
Beth sat down beside him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I still love you," she told him.
He looked at her, still pouting. He finally sighed and kissed her. "Yeah, love you too."