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Drunk || Carl

Warning: season 6 spoilers I guess, swearing, alcohol

Our group had gotten to Alexandria this morning. Everything seemed legit, but I didn't let my guard down.

Everybody was staying in Ricks house the first night, just because.

I had my own room upstairs, right next to Carl's.

Me and him were best friends, we have been since Atlanta. He was laying on his bed flipping through some comic books a kid named Ron gave him.

"I love this place" Carl says, putting an X-men comic down.

I was sitting in the floor, with my back against the bed, looking around at his room.

"Yeah," I say. "I hope nothing goes to shit too soon" I hear him chuckle.

The door opens and Rick appears in the doorway; clean shaven and hair trimmed.

"Ahhh!!" Me and Carl both reacted to Ricks face being naked.

"Dude," I say, examining his face."You're clean!"

Rick sighs, probably sick of people saying that. "Yeah I know" Rick steps into the room and looks at himself in the small mirror hanging on the wall.

Carl was still staring in amazement at the loss of the beard on his dads face.

"Kind of forgot what you looked like under all that" Carl says, he has himself propped up on one elbow, head tilted, looking at Rick.

Rick scoffs. "Yeah well, you two gotta clean yourselves up too, Deanna is throwing a party for us tonight"

Carl and I exchange confused glances.
"And Deanna is...?" I ask.

"The lady who runs this place?" Rick answers.

We still don't know who he's talking about. "The lady who interviewed you??"

"Oh yes! Right!" Carl snapped his fingers finally remembering.

"She's throwing us a party?" I ask.
Rick nods. "Yeah it's at her house at eight, so clean yourselves up" He leaves.

"Partying seems like a good idea," Carl says. I nod.

"It'll help us relax," I agree.

I hop in the shower and wash all the dirt and blood off me.

I also took some scissors and cut my hair so it's off my shoulders.

I dressed in washed out jeans, a band T-shirt and one of Carl's flannels.

We are at the point in our friendship that we share clothes.

I wash my face, brush my hair and teeth and head downstairs.

Carl is sitting at the island in the kitchen, watching carol cook.
"Whatcha making?" I ask her.

"Just some pasta, I figured were all hungry," Carol looked at me and smiled. "Wow you look nice, Y/N"

"Thanks" I say nervously, and sit down beside Carl.

I don't know how to accept compliments right, it always makes me feel awkward.

Carl looks at me, his eyes slightly widen. "I like your hair," He says, he kind of blushes but I don't think anything of it.

I thank him and see he is also cleaned up.

After we all eat, people head separate ways and get ready for the party.