TWD Oneshots

Guessing Game - Group sit down

We are crowded around a nice warm fire. It was nice here up in the mountains. It was nice and quiet. No moans and grunts coming from the dead. Just the sound of moving trees, the wind, and water. The only thing I need in a world like this.

"We should play a game." Carl says. He was up against his mom as she held him tightly. His dad just came back after being lost and in a coma.

"What game?" Sophia asks so innocently. Carol just rubs her head and plays with her hair. Admiring her beautiful looks and young face.

"Maybe a guessing game? Guess what we did after all this." I explain as I bite through my cooked rabbit Daryl killed. The raw blood seeps down my throat as I swallow. It almost tastes like steak.

"I will go first! Dad, a police officer?" Carl says jokingly, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"A plus." Rick says while laughing. Lori holds onto him as her face turns red.

"Me next. Uh, Daryl?" I say as I look deeply into his brown eye. "For how you act. I say either military or since you have a motorcycle, an auto technician?" I question. I see the orange flame glow against his skin. A smile forms on his lips as he chuckles to himself as he licks his greasy fingers.

"Technician." He replies.

"Ha! I finally got it." I say while smiling. Everyone laughs with me. We all continue playing but Dale drags Daryl attention from the game. Asking questions about RVs. His RV was run down and needed a fixer upper. He was just wondering if he could do the job and help out on it.