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GREY KINGSTON
we spend the entire night walking further and further away from the prison and not once do we cross paths with anyone else. the sun rises as it always does and after a few hours of daylight and finding nothing but a trail of footprints and some dead walkers, the three of sit down to catch our breath. i stay in my head the entire time, consumed by my thoughts.
daryl catches some snake and cooks it up while beth goes on a rant about how she wants a drink, a real, alcoholic drink. it takes everything in me to not wander off by myself to look for carl and rick as i tag along with beth and daryl to find some alcohol.
we stumble across a country club that is infested with walkers. it's honestly a wasted trip in my opinion because all beth gets out of it is a smashed bottle of peach schnapps.
daryl leads the two of us to a cabin somewhere in the woods that he and michonne had looted from before. he guides us towards the shed and pulls out a crate full of mason jars, he says it's moonshine.
i scrunch my nose at the thought of drinking something that probably tastes like pure, rubbing alcohol, but he and beth seem excited for it.
"grey, you wanna play with us?" beth's voice knocks me out of my thoughts. she's smiling up at me from where i'm standing in the kitchen of the cabin. she and daryl are sitting on the floor with all the moonshine on the coffee-table in front of them.
"what're we playin'?" i ask.
"a drinkin' game. where i say something i've never done and if you have, you take a drink. and then we go back and forth."
"never have i ever?" i question, wondering if that's the game she just described.
"yeah! i didn't know it had a name, but that makes sense now. you've probably played it before, right? back in highschool."
i shrug my shoulders.
"you seem like one of those girls who was real popular in school, one of the cool kids." she smiles softly.
"mm, not really, i don't know." i mumble, walking over to them. "i'll watch."
beth and daryl go back and forth saying things they've never done. beth ends up drinking more than daryl. he kind of sucks at this game.
"i've never ... been in jail." beth says, placing her cup down on the table. "i mean ... as a prisoner."
beth's cheeks have developed a pink flush to them and a giggle is constantly right under the smile that won't leave her face.
i'm gnawing on my bottom lip as the room awkwardly grows silent.
daryl stops rubbing his calloused fingertips over his lips and looks to beth.
