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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

"S'not," he mumbled. He could very easily see three damn Carols in front of him, and it was hurting his head just staring at it. Not because he didn't like staring at Carol, because he did (where the fuck did that come from?), but she was kinda shimmery and foggy and unfocused. It just made his head hurt. When she asked about their place, he gave a nod that he immediately regretted. His head felt like it weighed a goddamned ton at the moment, and the movement nearly lurched him forward to face-plant onto the ground. Luckily, his center of gravity was firmly planted back against the wall, and all of the tipping and falling was in his head. An overactive imagination brought on by the alcohol.

Daryl pushed himself off of the wall, ready to head to bed, but that center of gravity decided to fight him this time. He stood up straight for all of two seconds before he was falling back against the wall once more, as if magnetically attracting to the damn wallpaper. He leaned there, blinking in confusion, as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened.