♤

Daryl and I stood together, Charlie between us, sobbing as everyone began to leave.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it as he continued to sob. As I looked at the ground, my son in pain, I reached for Daryl's hand behind Charlie's back.

At first, Daryl flinched, but he quickly tightened his hand around mine as we watched everyone leave.

"Charlie, sweetheart, let's go" I whispered, my hand dropping Daryl's as I tended to Charlie.

"I'm going to bed!" Charlie fled, heading back towards camp alone and distressed.

I sighed and looked at Daryl. "He's a good kid, he'll be alright, c'mon, got something to show you"

I raised my brow but followed Daryl back to his tent.

He rifled through his bag, pulling out a bottle of alcohol. "Kept it, it's from the CDC, figured we could use it about now" His voice was soft as he passed me the bottle.

"Got any glasses?" I asked.

Daryl snorted, "What you think I am? Damn cocktail waitress?"

I chuckled, opening the bottle and drinking, "The outfit might suit you" I smirked,

He shook his head and laughed as we sat and drank. After a bottle and a few swigs, I was getting drunker and drunker. "--When Merle found me, I was eating rabbit shit outta a bin" Daryl confessed, continuing his story.

I laughed as we lay slumped on his cot together. "I fell down the stairs in front of the entire hallway of high school kids, most embarrassing moment"

He shook his head, "Nah, Merle n me, at high school, he used to sell drugs, once, they had a random drugs search, must've caught wind, so anyways, Merle hides em in his underwear, as he's walking past, they fall out down his trousers. School announced, said he hid them up his damn arse"

We both erupted in laughter. "He say's he didn't hide em up there, but, I don't believe him" He snorted.

After a while, we settled down, slumped next to each other with small giggles coming from my mouth involuntarily every few seconds.

"Daryl, you ever been in love?" I asked as we starred up at the roof of the tent.

He grumbled, "Nah,"

I rolled over onto my front and looked at him, "Really?"

He nodded, "So, you've never been with a girl?" I asked.

"Just cause I ain't been in love don't mean I ain't been with a girl"

I smirked, "So, how many you been with?"

"None of your business" He grumbled, half smirking.

I laughed, "Come on!"

"Merle used to have girl around all the time, sometimes, we'd get drunk and do stuff, I don't know, never loved any of em" He confessed, drinking some more.

"Didn't take you as a ladies man, Daryl" I laughed, mockingly.

He shook his head, "When you throw kick ass parties with lots of booze and drugs, you can get anything you want, or at least thats what Merle told himself"

I smirked, "If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?"

He paused to think for a second before answering, "More booze" He joked before looking at me, "What about you?"

"You don't want to know" I laughed,

"Nah, c'mon, it can't be that bad" He smirked.

I shook my head, "To be with someone again...you know.." I raised my eyebrows a few times until he got the gist, "Haven't been with someone for a while.." I admitted with a shy face.

"Really? Thought you woulda had guys crawling all over you" Daryl said quietly.

I shook my head, "It's not exactly a turn on to have a child" I sighed. "Most guys weren't ready to love anothers child.."

He passed me the bottle and I took another swig. As I passed the bottle back over, our eyes locked. He was laid on his back and I was laid on my front as we gazed into each others eyes, his eyes swirling with lust.

Without a second thought, we both leaned forward, our lips touching with a crash. The alcohol on his lips was a reminder of what this was, a drunken night after a day full of tragedy.

We soon found our hands entangled in each others hair and our bodies began interlacing themselves as clothes were thrown around the room.

Other than being drunk and not caring, there was no need to try and hide our bodies, we had seen each other for who we truly were, there was no shame, just drunken love.

Our breathing quickly became irregular as we shifted around on the cot, our hands wandering places I never dreamed they'd wander.

All our emotions came out, the sadness, the anger, the love, the pain. We were able to forget about it for just one night, one drunken night.

♤

We laid, entangled, panting and sweaty as the sun left and the moon sat in the sky.

I had my head on Daryl's chest as he kept an arm around me, both of us still incredibly drunk.

No words were shared as we lay there, unknowing of what was happening back at camp and not wanting to be. We were in our own little world and we were happy. I rolled onto my front and looked at him, my hair falling to my side, "I have to go back to Charlie, it'd be rude if I left Dale to babysit all night"

Daryl nodded and watched as I redressed myself and said goodbye, stumbling back over to the RV where Dale had Charlie, something we had discussed before Sophia's funeral.

"Hey," I said, my voice too loud as I stumbled onto the RV, Charlie asleep in the bedroom compartment. "How is he?"

Dale looked up from his book with wide eyes, "He's fine, are you...drunk?" He asked

I pressed my finger to my lips, "Shhhh. I'm not drunk..I've been with Daryl"

Dale chuckled as I sat down, "I guessed, you two got drunk I take it?"

I nodded.

"I haven't been drunk for a long time Dale, I think I deserved this one"

Dale nodded in agreement, "I suppose you have, here, take this" He handed me a bottle of water which I took with a nod and a thank you. "You can stay here tonight, with Charlie" Dale offered.

I smiled, "Thank you, Dale"

Wandering over to Charlie, I rolled him over and laid down, placing the bottle of water at the side of me as my mind mulled over the days events.

What a day.

A/N

I hope you guys are still enjoying this, I'm enjoying writing when I get the chance