Robin Hood (Sequel To Hiraeth- TWD)

Chapter 27

The trio ended up at an old cabin-style house miles away from the country club. Daryl still led the way through the trees. The two girls followed as he went straight towards the shed in the back.

"Moonshine," he grunted, handing a heavy box of jars to Cailey. "Homemade booze. The real shit."

"How'd you know this was all here?" Beth stared out at the house in front of them. She stared into the box of jars Cailey held.

"Michonne n' I found this place while back. Grew up in places like these, there's always booze."

Beth hesitated again before following the oldest hunter into the small house. She put one hand on the doorway, but quickly drew it back. She pulled a wood splinter from her palm as Cailey walked on by. 

Daryl was the first to grab out a jar. He wandered around the messy floor of the only room in the house. Beth swept away dirt and broken glass before sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table. 

"You said you grew up in places like this?" Beth stared at all the broken-down wood and rotting chair and stupid ornaments. "Why?"

Daryl shrugged. "How'm I s'posed to know? We both did. Just how it be."

Cailey lazily crossed her legs on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

"How does anybody live here?" Beth frowned.

Daryl shrugged. "Got everythin' ya need," he pointed around the room. "Got yer' chair, for sittin'. Yer' spit bucket. For spittin' in when your mama gets mad at you for spittin' on the ground. Ashtray, for smokes."

"Internet," Cailey held up a random piece of newspaper. 

Daryl made a quiet snort. "Yeh."

Beth made a small smile. She held up an awful pink pot shaped like a burned-up bikini. "Who even owns stuff like this," she tried to change the subject lightly. 

"My ma," Cailey snorted.

"For shootin'," Daryl added, picking up the pot by the strap. 

"Your parents would shoot in the house?"

Cailey went silent, but Daryl shrugged. "Only sometimes. Ya gonna have yer' drink?"

The older hunter sat at the coffee table with the teenagers, arms lazily around his bent knees. Beth stared down at the open jar in her hands. She carefully brought it up to her lips. She took a small sip, then scrunched up her nose.

"Ugh," she coughed as she swallowed. "How do you drink this stuff?"

Daryl shrugged as he took a large gulp of the alcohol in his jar. Cailey snorted once more as she drank from her alcohol. "He just trynna show off."

Daryl cuffed Cailey across the back of her skull. Beth smiled. "How about a drinking game? Like what about Never Have I Ever?"

"Huh?" Daryl grunted. Both hunters stared at Beth.

"It's this game," Beth nodded. "I say something, and if you've done it, you take a drink. Then the next person says something, and if you've done it, you drink."

"Never needed a game tah get lit," the oldest commented.

"It's easy," Beth nodded once more. "So like I could say, never have I ever shot any type of bow before... So you'd both drink."

Daryl and Cailey slowly took sips from their jars, narrowed eyes on Beth. 

"So, Daryl, it'd be your turn."

"Aight," Daryl played along quietly. "I never... been ou'side Georgia."

Beth almost looked surprised. "Really?" Both girls took a drink. "So, Cailey, then you would."