Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

Good Things Never Last Long

Daryl didn't mean to pry, but on his way back from his little adventure around the CDC, he saw Parker and Lori together in the game room, discussing different book titles and looking happier than he'd seen in days. When Parker said goodnight to Lori, Daryl quickly returned to his room, leaving the door open for Parker. When he heard a thud in the hallway, he headed to the door and looked outside, searching for the source. Parker was on the floor, a couple of books scattered around her as she lay on the floor.... laughing? What could she possibly be laughing at when she had just fallen?

"Are you drunk?" Daryl asked as he approached her. Parker, who had rolled over so she was lying on her back, looked at Daryl.

"Shh, no." Then she paused for a second and her face crumpled in confusion. "Maybe a little."

"Come here, let me help," Daryl said, bending down to pick up Parker's fallen books before helping her to her feet.

"Why are you so nice?" Parker asked, her words jumbled together a little. "You're never nice to people."

"Cause most people are idiots," Daryl replied.

"Aren't I 'most people'?" Parker slurred, air quoting him.

"No, you're alright," Daryl responded. Parker smiled like a little girl on Christmas.

"I think that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." She told him sarcastically. She was having trouble walking and Daryl could see it clearly, so he forced her to lean against the wall for a moment.

"Stay there."

"Don't leave me," Parker pouted like a little kid.

"I'll be right back," Daryl said. He headed to his room, throwing Parker's books on the couch before returning to the hallway. When he saw Parker, she was sitting on the floor, having slid down the wall while Daryl was gone. When he saw her, he frowned.

"It took ages." She said, sounding tired. "Where did you go?"

"Ten feet down the hallway," Daryl answered bluntly. "Let's go." He helped her up before lifting her into his arms. She laughed as she wrapped her arms around Daryl's neck.

"You're strong."

"And you're way heavier than you look," Daryl grunted, taking Parker into the room. She gasped once she realized what he said or what she thought he had said.

"That's rude! Are you calling me fat?"

"No." Daryl was quick to defend himself, placing Parker on the couch. "I wasn't calling you fat."

"You just did it again," Parker shrieked, pouting slightly. "I'm not fat, am I?" She poked at her stomach, before rolling over and yawning loudly. Daryl sighed. Although he could feel the rush of alcohol, he still had control over his actions, unlike Parker. She wasn't thinking before she spoke, and Daryl already knew she wouldn't remember this in the morning.

"I didn't call you fat," Daryl repeated. "Now, lie down and sleep."

"You're bossy," Parker murmured into the pillows. "And rude. You know, I tried to be your friend, but you make it so hard."

"I'm not the kind of person you want to be friends with," Daryl explained to her, while Parker lay back on the couch.

"Just because you think that doesn't mean others do." Parker huffed dramatically, looking like she was going to be sick. "Having friends is not a bad thing. Like Glenn. Glenn is a good friend. He's fun."

"Yeah, he is," Daryl agreed with her. "Go to sleep."

"Don't tell me what to do," Parker countered. "You're not my dad."