𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲; 𝐭𝐰𝐝

𝟐𝟗

Rory

"No! You cheated! You're a cheater!" I threw my cards down on the ground.

"I didn't cheat! You're just mad you suck!" I stick my tongue out at Carl before standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to pee." One of the babies was sitting right on top of my bladder and I've been ignoring it the past couple of hours.

"Rick, I'm gonna go pee."

"Ok, have someone go with you." Yeah, wasn't doing that. I walk to the back porch, where Daryl was still sat at.

"Sup bitch." I open the door and get ready to walk down the steps, when a hand grips my wrist.

"Where you going, alone?"

"I gotta pee."

"You're not going alone."

"Then c'mon. I gotta go!" I throw my hands to my side, and stomp my foot a little.

"Alright, don't have a hissy fit." We both walk out the door, the chilly air hitting my bare skin. I shiver a little and walk behind a tree.

"Don't listen." I tell him.

"Don't worry, I won't." I could tell he rolled his eyes. I quickly did my business before walking back up to the house with him. The sun was starting to set.

I yawned a little as we sat on the porch together. I wrap my arms around myself as the room started to get colder.

"Here." I looked over to see Daryl handing me his jacket. I gave him a questioning look, but still took it.

"You're cold." I guess he noticed my look. I looked down, wrapping it around. I lay my head back on the small couch we sat on.

"You tired?" I looked over to him.

"Yeah, playing Uno with Carl is tiring." I joked a little, yawning at the end. I noticed how his expression changed. He looked nervous, or annoyed. He bit his lip before speaking.

"You- you can lay your head on my shoulder." Was that what he was nervous about? I've done that multiple times before. "Only if you want though." His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, I watched as he brought his thumb up to his mouth, chewing on the side.

I didn't say anything but I shuffled closer to him, laying my head on his shoulder. We both sat in silence, watching as the sun got lower into the sky.

"Tell me something about yourself." I spoke up after a couple of minutes. As much as I liked to be around Daryl, I didn't really know anything about him.

"Like what?" He sighed, maneuvering a little, my head now on his chest.

"I don't know, like your favorite color, favorite food. Anything ." I shrugged a little.

"Those things aren't exciting."

"No, they're not supposed to be. But they're nice things to know." He didn't say anything, so I guess that's the end of the conversation.

"My favorite color is dark red. When I was a kid, I really liked spaghetti, my moms to be exact. If it wasn't hers, I wouldn't eat it." I smiled a little.

"I was like that with my moms tacos too, if it wasn't made the way she made it, I wouldn't eat it. My favorite color is pastel yellow."

"Figures." He snorts and slap his chest.