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GREY KINGSTON
rick and i fell asleep last night under the scratchy bedsheets. it was surprisingly easy to sleep next to him in the same bed, easier than i imagined.
although my heart felt like it was going to explode once or twice with how close i was to him, i managed to turn my brain off and sleep for a few hours. which was, once again, easier than i imagined and that worries me because it makes me want to do it again and again.
as soon as the sun comes up, we are up too, grabbing our bags to load the car.
rick and i walk outside at the same time daryl does from next door. none of us have said a word to each other yet.
rick throws his bags in first, making eye contact with daryl before going back inside to retrieve the rest.
daryl pops open the trunk as i put my things in the backseat.
"you sleep good last night?" he asks me.
"slept great. what about you with your king sized bed?"
he slams the trunk closed, "bed was great. noisy neighbors."
i shoot him a look as he chuckles to himself and then walks to the passengers side.
"y'all ready?" rick walks out the front door, duffle bags in hand.
i nod my head and hop in the back seat, taking the bags from rick. he then closes my door for me before getting in the front seat.
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RICK GRIMES
we've been driving along the road looking for the gas station that shouldn't be too far from here. we mapped it out, it's about 6 miles up from the houses and we thought it'd be easier to get to during the day time.
"man, she is out." daryl says quietly, looking behind him at grey asleep in the backseat.
i look through my rear view mirror; her head is resting against the window, out like a light.
"yeah." i mutter, averting my attention back on the road in front of me.
"do you know what you're doin'?" daryl asks, kicking his feet up onto the dashboard.
i furrow my eyebrows, "it's right up the road, we mapped it—"
"rick." he interrupts, giving me a stern look. "do you know what you're doin'?"
i look at him uncertainly, but i pick up on what he's implying.
"you wanna tell me grey's just clumsy, bumpin' into everything in that room last night?"
