GAIGE•{TWD}

Fulminate

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Daryl slowly blinked awake, yawning as he goes to sit up. But he was quickly pulled back to the ground, a strong force holding him down.

He looked down, his face turning to horror as he sees an arm wrapped around his waist. He slowly turns his head, peaking behind him, jaw dropping as he sees Gales sleeping face behind him.

His eyes grew when he saw her start to stir awake. He quickly slammed his head back down, squeezing his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.

He figured he'd let her deal with the embarrassment- "i know you're awake" He heard suddenly, as Gale unwrapped her arm and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

He continued playing the part, slowly 'blinking awake' and sitting up in a groggily way, pretending to yawn and stretch in a theatric matter. He acted dazed and confused as Gale stood, grabbing fresh clothes from her bag.

"huh?...what..what happened?" he said through a fake yawn. "shut the hell up...little spoon." she says, teasingly, running into the bathroom as Daryl throws a pillow at her.

He slowly stands, leaning against the coffee table for support to get on his feet. He had rummaged through his bag and found some decent clothes.

He had gotten a shirt on, and just pulled his pants up when Gale walked out of the bathroom. Daryl looked over, zipping his fly and chuckling at her bright blue button up.

"what?" she asks, annoyed, grabbing her boots from the corner of the room. "what the hell is that thing?" Daryls asks through a scoff, grabbing his shoes as well. "everything else is dirty asshole, sorry i wanted to wear clean clothes. I know that's foreign to you." She bites, putting her boots on and tying her laces, before rolling the bottom of her jeans up.

"Jesus, whats up your ass?" He asks, referring to her sour tone as he laces his shoes up as well. "i will kill you." she responds, making him giggle.
They both finish up and leave the room, heading towards the dining area.

The group was already gathered around the table, Gale sat next to Paige, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Daryl leaned against a counter, eyes shut as his head pounded.

Gale was staring into space until her vision was obstructed, a cup of coffee filling her view. She immediately latched onto it, bringing it to her lips.

Gale completely tuned out everything around her, slowly sipping on her coffee. It was bitter, tasting of straight dirt.

Most people assumed Gale liked straight black coffee. One of those people was Paige. But they were wrong, Gale was a sucker for cream and sugar,  and secretly..she loved a good caramel frappuccino.

She used to lie through her teeth at coffee shops, saying it was for someone else. She could never imagine admitting her guilty pleasure, so she never corrected anyone. Just allowing them to keep making her nasty dirt bean water. But hey..at least it coffee.

As everyone gathered around the table and had conversations, Gale started her own...in her head. She began thinking of last night, and what her and Daryl had done. But...she couldn't remember a damn thing. She looked over to him, trying to jog her memory.

But seeing him wobbling on his feet, eyes shut, and hands rubbing his temples. She realized he probably didn't remember anything either, and felt better about it, not caring anymore.

She began scanning everyone at the table. The little asian kid had his head down on the table, horribly hung over by the looks of it. She looked to her left, seeing her brother resting his head on his hand, fiddling with a bottle of Tylenol. Carl was chowing down on some eggs and was sporting a milk mustache.