If Daryl were in a bed right now, he would have rolled over like an impudent child. As it were, he was leaning against a wall, so all he could do was roll across the wall as he turned to face all three of the Carols currently staring at him. Shit, that fucking sight was confusing as hell. A hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tried to get is triple-eyed vision to come together. "I dunn see it," he mumbled when she said it was open. He hadn't seen any fucking open doors! And, okay, he wasn't really looking now, not with his eyes closed as he tried to get the world to stop spinning around him like some goddamn dreidel. He was just having some issues with the world not cooperating at the moment. His fingers were just barely holding onto the beer bottle in his other hand, it just about ready to slip from his grasp.
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