Carol was tired, she woken him up often during the night to make sure he didn't vomit in the bed, dragging him to the toilet, now at 3pm in the afternoon she push open the window and tugged on him declaring if he didn't have a shower soon she was going to puke.
The room smelt fermented of booze and puke, everything he lay on needed washed and he was going to have fun cleaning that up, also the pile of puke up the path had his name on it.
'Ok Romeo, you need to get up,' Carol shoved him on his shoulder.
'Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm ugh whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?' he mumbled.
'Daryl get outa bed,' Carol pulled the blankets off him which was a bad mistake the smell flowed around the room.
'Don't wana,' he mumbled.
'Well, I've got Sophia to look after I don't need another baby,' she pulled his arm and he rolled out of the bed.
'Why are you being so mean to me?' he questioned.
'Are you fucken joking, I've had it, get your stinking arse into the shower, or I'm ringing Merle,' Carol warned him.
Daryl rolled onto the side of the bed sitting there for a moment and staggered to the bathroom. Carol, gagged, leaning over the bath trying to control her breathing, stale sick wasn't very nice. She gathered all the bedding and shoved it out the bedroom window into the small little yard, he could take care of that too.
'You getting clean?' she asked him coming into the bathroom, sniffing herself, she started stripping her own clothes sitting on the side of the bath to wait then she could shower herself. 'You've got lots of hosing down to do, all the bedding too,'
'Why are you yelling at me?' he groaned from inside the shower, 'tooth brush?'
'I'm not yelling, your lucky I'm not yelling, next time you decide to go get yourself pissed go home, to your home not mine,' Carol opened the shower door, he caught her eye and nodded, she was angry, he could see it spilling off her.
'I don't wanna fight,' he mumbled.
'God Daryl, is this all because I wouldn't go out, I dont' want to go out, especially if this is how your going to end up,' Carol found it hard to argue with him naked she just wished he would hurry up so she could get washed up too, he looked better and smelt better stepping out of the shower, he left it running for her.
'You smell,' he mumbled as she got close to him, he ducked because he thought she might take a swing at him. He wandered into her bedroom looking for some clothes he had there, looking at the sleeping baby, rubbing her head, 'Mama's mad at ya Daddy,' he whispered to her.
He went and found a drink in the kitchen drinking it down and taking the whole bottle, he turned the tv onto sports and lay down on the couch, his head was pounding, he watched half asleep on the couch until Carol come out with her hands on her hips.
'What are you doing?' She lost it and yelled at him.
'I'm sick, I need pain meds,' he told her half asleep.
'Get outside and clean up your mess, Fuck! Go now, and hose the bedding,' She yelled at him, he moved fast, firstly, she never really swore and second she didn't really yell. He knew he was in the dog house. He realized why when he saw the vomit outside down the path with flies starting to buzz around it. He come back into the garage getting the bleach and the outside broom, turned on the hose which was lying beside his clothes outside from last night. Flashes come through his head of her hosing him down with the garden hose in the garden last night.
She come to the door to watch him clean making sure he was doing it properly, then went back inside. Half an hour later Merle showed up idling outside the flat watching him doing the final things. He had washing on and he went down the path to see what he wanted.
'Come to take your arse home, per the lady's request.' Merle told him.
'The fuck?' Daryl was surprised.
'Said you puked over the house, her, she doesn't want you here stinking up the house, to come back tomorrow,' Merle winked at him, 'Get on the sauce Daryl,'
Daryl went up the path tried to open the door it was locked his keys and wallet come flying out the window, with Carol calling out, 'Ring me tomorrow,' Daryl huffed the whole way out to the truck, he was in the dog box and Merle laughed the whole way home. Daryl raided the fridge then took some food to go back to sleep. Fuck it was his last thoughts for the night.