Because uh....why not?bestprayimdeadMay 7 2012, 10:53:47 UTC
Passing through, that's all they ever did but Vegas there was still a culture of life there. It was small, people trying to keep on keepin' on as it were. And what did Daryl and Emily decide to do? Drink like there was no tomorrow, and apparently get married. So, good mornin' Mrs. Dixon.
Who knew Vegas would still be there, doing what it always did? Sure, a lot of the people were gone and there were walkers wandering about, but it was better than the quarry outside of Atlanta. And it had alcohol. So as some of the rest went their own ways, Emily had found a bar/wedding chapel with Daryl. The last thing she remembered was taking a shot and pointing at the dude dressed like Elvis.
Now, she was waking up with a trouble headache, and feeling like shit.
"Daryl," she moaned as she reached out to find him.
Daryl was flat-out naked beside her. When she reached for him there was a low sounding grunt, then his arm went around her pulling her to him as if she belonged to him, and he was trying to make sure no one took her away. The weight from the wedding ring? Well he just hasn't noticed that yet.
[ Unconsciously nuzzling his neck, Darcy groans fitfully when the alarm in her watch goes off. She hasn't quite woken up enough to realize that the dream she's having isn't a dream, and she's actual wrapped around Tony like a freaking vine. ]
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Now, she was waking up with a trouble headache, and feeling like shit.
"Daryl," she moaned as she reached out to find him.
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"M'right here."
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