"Mine is way bigger than yours!" You hear Carl insist and frown as you walk into the sitting area of your latest 'shelter', which is a small bungalow.
"Do I even want to know what you guys are talking about?" You fake gag and slump onto the nearest couch. Being bored is tiring.
"EW!" Beth calls from behind you, she and Daryl are talking and have been for the past 3 hours. Beth is sitting on the counter, and right in front of her Daryl is standing with his arms crossed, her knees are touching his elbows they are so close.
"Actually Y/N, we were just comparing feet." Patrick says, standing and handing you two completely different shoes.
You grimace at the smell and thrust them back at him, which he ignores and blows you a raspberry. "Same difference you Dirty Bird, you know what they say about big feet." You give in and finally compare the two shoes with a snort. "Patrick's are way bigger Carl, nice try." You smirk at Carl's pathetic glare.
"Yeah Buddy!" Patrick yells and runs out of the room hooting and shouting.
"You suck." Carl states, and stands with a grunt of effort.
"You swallow." You counter, standing also. Carl is taller than you by at least 3 inches, so this doesn't help your point, but let's be honest, your quick wit could beat Carl's aggravating smirk any day.
Carl's face turns up slightly at the thought, but he quickly narrows his eyes and turns it into a devilishly handsome smirk.
You step forward and look up at him, he steps forward too, you are brushing at every part of your bodies. You teasingly glance down at his lips, and he ducks his head down to meet yours. Just as your lips brush, you let out an evil chuckle.
"Gotchya." You push him back lightly with your hands on his abdomen.
"Get a room, your hormones are making my hair grey!" Daryl grumbles in a throaty voice.
Carl looks over your head at the two 'grown ups' in the kitchen and his eyes widen. He looks back down at you and winces for emphasise.
"Should I look?" You ask, almost laughing and crying at the same time.
Carl shakes his head, but grabs your shoulders and spins you to face the horrific scene. You both didn't hear Carol enter, but she did, she and Beth are laughing in teenage girl ways as they flirt with Daryl, and Daryl's cheeks are red.
You giggle and gag at the same time. Then you cup your hands over your mouth and whisper-shout; "Get some, Daryl!" You grab Carl's hand and retreat out of the room with a high-pitched squeal.
You stop once you get to the front door. "Do you think he'll come after us?" You ask in between heavy breathing.
"Us? You're the guilty one!" Carl laughs, pointing his finger at you.
"Whatever."
"You best run if you know what's good for you, Y/N!" You freeze when you hear Daryl yell from the kitchen.
"If he catches us, you're taking the blame. RUN!" You yell and drag Carl downstairs before he can even respond.
You burst into the office and look around frantically. "SHIT!" Carl whispers, apparently he heard you before you started running again.
With a nervous laugh you point behind a filing cabinet. "There's a closet filled with supplies, it's really small, he'll never look here." Carl considers it for a moment, but a loud noise in the hallway breaks his thought process.
"Here I come!" Daryl growls, clearly teasing you.
"Okay, the closet sounds fantastic compared to that." Carl gasps and scampers into it, dragging you after him.
