The Grind *Rickyl*

Classifying The Truth

   "I don't give a shit." Daryl said, wiping the kiss off of his lips. He liked it, A LOT, but honestly he wasn't a kissy person. And the fact that his brother watched them kiss? That was the only issue. Daryl put on his "pissed off" face and started towards his room.
   "Goddamn. Your kissing boys. Has  your vagina grown yet?" Merle smirked while grabbing his keys. "Well. I should be on my way. Can't stay here forever."
   "Short visit."
   "To be honest I have some grade A pussy waiting for me back home. Bye."
   "Mhm." Daryl said while going back into the living room. Merle left with his bag, making Daryl happy. Daryl loved Merle, but he was a horrible person.
   Daryl threw himself on his couch and grabbed his remote, He skimmed across channels finding the news channel and stopping there. A few cases of some disease were starting to pop up in New York, some in Atlanta too, great... Where he lived. Mostly around the world people were starting to get this weird virus, it apparently makes you really sick. Daryl shut off the tv before hearing more, these things just seemed to stress him out. He shut his eyes and dozed off. The date was still live ring in his mind to be honest. He couldn't believe he even AGREED to go on a date with this guy. His body began to loosen and his thoughts became slurred by his sleepiness. He turned his head and fell asleep.
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   Daryl's eyes blinked open, feeling well rested he sprung up and walked into his shower. He let cold water run over his body. He had been sweating all night, because that's another issue with him.
   Night sweats.
   Daryl let his hands run through his hair, scrubbing at it with soap. He never really used shampoo, he honestly only scrubbed his hair with body wash, it still came out soft though. And it smelled like body wash as a plus. Daryl scrubbed himself and walked out of the shower. He didn't put on a towel or anything since he was home alone. He dressed into a sleeveless shirt, something that showed off his arms, he liked stuff like that. Mostly because he liked his arms. Daryl grabbed his keys and reached through the door, trying to avoid Rick. Of course he liked him but... Awkward after date/kiss conversation wasn't his thing.
   Daryl got onto his motorcycle and started to drive to The Grind. There weren't too many cars out, but what else would you expect in the morning, so there was nothing thought of it.
   When he got to The Grind he put on his apron and went straight to work. He noticed one or two people coughing. This one guy passed out in the middle of the floor, then he bounced back up and started running towards his car. Even Carol thought that was weird. Daryl made different coffees for a group of teenage girls who didn't really like this place, and he could tell. They probably wanted to be at Starbucks or something. Just to be popular.
Daryl's phone started ringing loudly, causing him to stop cleaning the coffee maker and answer it.
"Hello?" Daryl scratched out.
"Um hello? This is Lori, Lori Grimes? Carl told me to call this number? He said your a friend of Rick?" The "Lori" chick sniffles a bit, making Daryl even more intrigued and worried.
"Uhh.. Yeah, I'm a friend."
"Ricks been shot... And he-" she started to cry some more. Her sniffles started to get louder.
"What the hell did you just say?" Daryl slammed his hand on the counter and reached for his keys.
"He fell into a shock induced coma... And we don't know how long it'll last..." Lori said again, trying hard to finish her words.
Shit.