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"girl, tell me more"

title: "girl, tell me more"
pov: 3rd
location: an old hotel

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The girls had all gathered in a circle upon the two queen sized beds that they had pushed together. Various personalities huddled together so close they resembled a 13 year old's birthday party. Anyone on the opposite side of their hotel room door would've known exactly what they were doing by the common fits of giggles and laughs. It was obvious they were gossiping.

All dressed down in big shirts and comfy bottoms, their hair was clean and smelling of herbal scents from the mountains of tiny shampoo and conditioner bottles they had found only hours before.

(Y/N) sat in front of Michonne as she meticulously braided her hair into tight braids and complimenting how beautiful her hair was. (Y/N) smiled graciously both at her compliments and the feeling of someone playing with her hair.

"This might be a little out of nowhere, but I can't keep it from myself anymore," Maggie laughed from her place as she leaned against the padded headboard.

"Say it!" Beth smiled and nudged her older sister. "If you don't then I'm going to be so annoyed."

Maggie covered her mouth and looked straight across at (Y/N). She was trying not to giggle but it was obvious.

"I think (Y/N) has a little something for Carl."

All of the girls' eyes went wide and a fit of surprise laughs filled the room. Although it was obvious, Carol and Michonne didn't think someone would ever point it out.

(Y/N)'s face turned red and she hid her face in her hands, letting her head fall so the group couldn't see her.

"I do not," she mumbled. "How could you even say that?"

Michonne tugged on her braid, "he's a good looking kid, I've seen you checking him out."

"No way," she turned. "I don't check him out."

Tara pointed in her direction, "but you never denied that you had a thing for him."

A synchronized range of "ooh"s filled the air and (Y/N) attempted to think up something fast to change the subject.

"Well," she focused her gaze on Carol who was quietly playing with the hem of her sweater. "I think Carol and Daryl have something going on."

The group wasn't surprised as they all knew, but they still turned towards an off-guard looking Carol.

Carol smiled towards (Y/N) and nodded her head as she wondered how she suddenly became a part of the accusation circle.

"Okay," Carol said. "Now we're calling people out, huh?"

Someone on the outer circle whispered and everybody began to snort with laughter. "She didn't deny it."

Carol playfully rolled her eyes.

When the laughing was done, another whisper resounded and made jaws drop. "I think Rosita's with Spencer."

"I thought she was with Abe!" Michonne piped up and accidentally pulled Y/N's hair a bit.

"Abe? I didn't even know that!"

The group was whispering as they knew Rosita was in the bathroom and they wouldn't dare say it too loud. But nonetheless, she heard and came around the corner

"Have something to say to me?" She asked slowly and sternly. "You're not very good at whispering."

The circle was silent until Tara chuckled, "are you with Abe or Spencer?"

Once again they burst into laughter and Rosita cocked her head, trying not to laugh herself.

"Who knows," she teased. "Maybe I'm with both."

Michonne screamed in laughter and even Carol was surprised and began to cackle. Y/N's mouth hung open and Tara was laughing so hard she fell off the bed.

"Girl, tell me more!" Michonne yelled between laughs and called Rosita over to the circle.