Brainless.

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Carmens POV.

After Carmal and I finished eating, we head to my room.

I take off my shorts, kicking them off my right foot when someone clears their throat. I whip my head around and see Daryl standing there smirking at me, I try covering up.

"Do you mind?" I ask.

"Nah continue." Daryl says.

I walk over to the bed throwing the sheet over me and sit down putting my head in my hands, feeling the world spinning around me. The bottle of whiskey Daryl was drinking earlier sits next to me only containing a bit of liquor, I grab it and uncap it, drinking the little remains of the liquor. Daryl sits on the couch, eying me, but fidgeting with his crossbow.

"Shit my bad, did you want some?" I motioned the now empty bottle towards him. He shakes his head, looking at it. "Lil too late for that."

I shrug, reaching for my shorts to put them back on and standing up to throw the bottle away, my feet start subconsciously leading me out of the room, and towards the rec room, wanting to go on a drunken adventure. I see Lori, Carl, Carmal and Sophia.

"Hey Carmen." Sophia greets, playing a board game with Carl.

I smile at them, their faces looking blurry. "Hey guys, what yall playing?"

"Monopoly." Carl answers foccussing on the game.

Lori walks over to me. "You're drunk Carmen." She laughs.

"Dont tell anyone." I laugh with her, sitting on the table next to her.

She shakes her head, her laughter calming down. "So who gave you that hicky? It was Daryl huh?"

I look at her "I'm not one to kiss and tell Lorii."

She laughs again as I drag out her name. "You need some rest."

I shake my head. "I'm fine don't sweat it."

She narrows her eyes at me, trying to read how drunk I actually am. I stiffin, doing my best to look normal. "Fine but me and the kids are heading off to bed."

I nod, patting my lap for Carmal to come to me.

"Carmen can Carmel sleep with me tonight? Pleasee." Carl begs, not wanting to seperate from Carmel.

I shrug "Sure just feed him before you go to sleep."

He smiles and nods, whistling for Carmal to follow as they all leave the room. I stand up, stumbling towards the bookshelf. Grabbing at a random book, I open it, unsettling the dust. I sneeze when the dust tickles my nose.

The book slips out of my hand, landing on the floor with a slight thud. "Shit." I bend down picking it up.

"Need some help there?"

I turn around to see Shane, standing at the entrance with another bottle of liquor. "I think I'm good." I laugh.

He walks towards me, closing the door on the way. I disregard it pretty quickly, and sit back on the table, opening the book to the first page again.

"You busy?" he stands in front of me, drinking the contents of the bottle.

I look at him while he drinks, taking the bottle out of his mouth, I down a couple gulps myself. He stares at me with fire in his eyes as I lick off the remains of liquor off my lips. I hand him back the bottle, biting my lip, and he sets it down beside me, standing between my legs at this point.

          

"Fuck you're so hot." He stares at me, with lust in his eyes. His hand lays on the small of my back, pulling me closer to his groin.

I smirk, my drunk self not knowing what I was doing.

"I want you."

As soon as the words slip out of my mouth, his lips were on mine, his hand on my waist, mine on either side of his face. His hand slips into my shorts, toying with my panties, inching closer and closer.

A moan leaves my mouth as he plays with me, smirking against my lips. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him, as he carries me and pushes me against the wall. I feel him getting hard against me, and my hand finds its way to his boner, rubbing it through his pants. He curses under his breath, breathing out my name as his hands ravage my body, focusing mainly on my breasts.

"Anyone in here?"

"Shit" Shane curses dropping me suddenly. I accidently scratch his neck as he drops me, not expecting the sudden. His hand clutches his neck as he backs up and curses again.

"Fuck I'm sorry. " I apoligize, stepping closer.

"Its fine dont worry about it." He stays looking at me, as I study his wound, my fingers grazing the cuts carefully.

"You guys almost done in here?" Carol asks, furrowing her eyebrows when she sees us so close together.

"Yeah I was just heading out." Shane says, his gaze never breaking off mine. I smirk up at him as Carol leaves, and he pulls me in for another feiry kiss before turning, grabbing the bottle and walking out.

I lean against the wall, feeling dizzy, before pushing myself off, doing my best to stay balanced, and stumbling back towards my room. Entering my room, I see Daryl stumbling into the bathroom, and closing the door.

I lay down on the bed and rub my temples, trying to make my headache go away. The bed sinks beside me, and I immediately turn on my side, so my back is facing him. I keep my eyes peeled open, not wanting to have a nightmare. I shudder at the thought, but quickly brush it off. Soft snores fill the room, making me jealous at his ability to sleep without struggle.

At some point my eyes close, and I fall into a nightmare less slumber.

~~~~~~Δ~~~~~~

I wake up to Carmal licking my face. Daryls arm was over my body.

"Daryl." I say nudging him slightly trying to get him to move.

He groaned "What?" He says.

"Move your arm." A minute passes, before he moves his arm and rolls around, his back facing me now. I get up and grab my backpack, and decide to get another shower when I can.

I strip off my clothes and turn on the warm water, step inside and did my normal routine.

Stepping out, I wrap a towel around me, I walk outside and see Daryl standing there staring at me. I blush and look away quickly, grabbing my long sleaved burgundy shirt that hugged my body, and running back inside the bathroom. I put my underclothes on, my shirt on, my leggings and my boots. I roll up the sleaves, let my hair loose and step out of the bathroom.

Daryl wasn't there, he must be in the kitchen or something. I walk into the kitchen and see Daryl sitting there eating, I decide to sit next to him.

Rick and Glenn both have massive hangovers, as do I. T-Dog sets a plate of eggs in front of me. I give him a grateful smile and dig in, knowing I need to eat something.

Shane walks in, and I instantly notice the three long scratch marks on his neck I left the night before.

"What happened?" Rick asks, pointing out the scratches.

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