Lilly Watkins has always been the strong one compared to her twin. That doesn't change when the dead start walking. Taking care of her family during the apocalypse, she never relied on anyone else. When she meets Daryl Dixon, a more temperamental pe...
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I woke up with a heavy arm draped over my waist, along with a pounding headache.
"Get off me," I mutter, smacking the arm and awakening the owner of said limb. He groans, holding onto his head, showing he's sharing the same hangover as I.
"Just lay down, blondie," he replies without opening his eyes. As if. No one just "lays around" in the apocalypse. We don't get that luxury.
I sigh, looking around for my bag, finally finding it and putting clothes on. Despite having a shower the night before, I felt incredibly dirty.
I make my way to the kitchen, seeing equally hungover members of the group, all slouched over eggs. A hangover's cure.
"How was your night with Daryl?" the overly perky man, Dale, yells out, causing me and several other people to groan out in pain.
"I don't even know a Daryl." I take a seat with my breakfast, my stomach still turning as if I'm going to throw up. Great, just what I need to start my day. I never want to drink again.
Daryl comes in a bit later, looking way perkier than I am somehow, though he probably has alcohol for blood. His bright-eyed appearance makes my hangover ten times worse, and I push away my eggs, laying my forehead onto the cool surface of the table.
Daryl eats my eggs with his fingers, and I hope he washed his hands as those fingers have been in very unclean places last night.
"Want some?" he asks, holding out an egg pinched in his digits. I groan, shaking my head. He shrugs, slurping them down loudly. He's going to be a hunting accident if we ever leave the CDC, I promise.
"We didn't come for the eggs," I overhear Andrea saying to the doctor, and I glare at her. Can't this group stop pressuring the man that gave us food and shelter? I honestly don't know how they all survived this long.
When breakfast is finished, we head into Jenner's lab, though Glenn and I are the last to go, practically cradling our heads.
"I've never seen you with this bad of a hangover," Marie says, looking at me in worry.
"Well, typically I slurp down a robin's egg and honey, making me right as rain but these inferior eggs aren't doing it. I think I might get drunk again just to get rid of the hangover." I groan as Jenner calls out to the voice automated system. There has to be muzzles around here.
"What are all those lights?" Shane asks, looking at the screen where we are seeing an in-depth view of someone's brain.
"A person's life: experiences, memories, it's everything."
"Synapses," I mutter, gaining the attention of Jenner. He looked surprised that someone actually understood him. I shrug, blushing slightly at the attention of everyone on me. "College dropout. I took basic psychology."
