The Grind *Rickyl*

10. Forgetting It

Daryl raced his hands down his face. He knew it was only one date. And lots of flirting and time spent together... Remembering it all made Daryl feel even worse, knowing that it was just some act Rick put on... For what? Was it all out of pity? Pity for the anti-social, gay red neck without friends.
   Funny, Rick... Real funny.
   Calling off would do nothing... Was Daryl just supposed to wallow In his pain? No. Work could distract him. He headed down towards his "gay" coffee shop, well... At least that's what Merle called it. Carol wasn't there anymore so he had no clue what to do, his mind was pretty blank but he couldn't just leave, the shop wasn't even locked.

Daryl's POV:
"How could I be so fucking stupid?" I kicked the wall in front of me, throwing my fist at it. I punched with all my force, letting the pain, and blood, cover my hands. I wiped the blood on my pants, shrugging. I opened the door to The Grind and slammed it behind me. Damnit... I need a mind cleanser... I need a drink.
I walked into the back of the shop, there was a mini fridge in the back where I kept some drinks. A few cans of beer, a small bottle of vodka, tequila and some red bull. The yellow kind, my favorite. I walked into the bathroom before grabbing my favorite shot glass and filling it up with vodka.
Fuck it.
I downed it extremely fast, not even paying attention to the sting in the back of my throat. Then I filled it up again and downed that one too.
Four shots later and I'm already out, I just sat there, laughed, smiled. I felt happy. Until this huge amount of crazy anger spread across me, I threw the vodka bottle, making it crash onto the concrete floor. I had just started to noticed how big the bathroom was, there was enough space for me to lay down at least. I slammed by back down, feeling like I was gonna be sick. My vision started to get blurry and I passed out on the floor.

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I was kicked on my side lightly, followed by someone calling my name, sounded like... "Carl?"
"You look like shit."
"Watch your mouth." I said, grazing my hands down my face. "Sorry I don't look like Beyoncé when I get up." I scratched out, standing up. My feet completely gave up, landing me on my knees, setting a great example for this kid.
"You liked my dad... Didn't you? Like... More than a friend?.." Carl said, making his eyes drop to the ground. "My dad did tell me he was-"
"Gay? He's a damn lie obviously."
"Watch your language, Daryl." He snapped back, making me laugh. Not a friendly laugh, more like a laugh that said 'I want to kill you'.
"Before you rudely interrupted me, I was going to say bi, as in bisexual? And obviously that's the truth."
I just awkwardly grunted and rushed onto my feet. As soon as I got up, my head started to pound uncontrollably. "Shit..."
"He liked you, I could tell... He just... Didn't know how to break it off with mom." Carl announced, as if I gave a fuck.
   "So what? It's not like I meant anything to him, he probably just had a pity crush on me. Why are you here? You should be back at the hospital, with your mom." I said, trying to change the subject.
   I walked out of the back room and into the shop, it was morning. I guess after I got hammered, I blacked out. Carol was sitting in a stool, she turned around to see me.
   "Hey." She said, she was only here because she felt... Bad for me. I hated pity.
   Hated it. "I'm leaving. It's Sunday, no reason for me to be here." I didn't even stay to listen to Carols reply, I just blasted over to my bike, I put on my helmet and heard footsteps coming my way. "What." I spat out.
   "I'm coming. Your going home right? That's next to my dads place." Carl said, jingling the keys to his dad's apartment.
   I stood silent as I watched the boy climb behind me. I sped off on my bike, not being cautious of where I was going, or speed limits... Or stop signs... I really didn't care at this point.
I stopped the bike outside my apartment, getting off nonchalant. I acted as if Carl wasn't there, that's how I wanted this to play out, that's how I'd forget it. After a while of walking I finally found the door to my apartment. Everything in it was the same, my Tv was on the news. The reporter was talking about that crazy sickness going around. "It seems that more and more people are getting sicker, AND SICKER. This is a definite warning to stay in your homes, there has even been cases of one or two resurrections from the dead, all only lasted for some time. Doctors and scientist are still working on trying to understand why this is happening." The women said, trying not to sound scared.
Resurrections? Like... Zombies? That's crazy, that sounds crazy.
There was a slight knock on my door, which I was certain was Carl. I opened my door and looked at the kid. He jumped on me and hugged me. "I'm scared." He cried lightly, tugging onto my shirt.

A/N - Start of the apocalypse or naw?! It's about to get walkery in here dudes. 😂