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          "𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘," The young girl's eyes fluttered open, and she looked around the room. She had warm blankets wrapped around her, along with her father's arm. "Hey, wake up."

It felt weird, being underneath warm blankets and having air conditioning. It was all the stuff she used to have.

Events replayed from last night, and she let out a small sigh. She sat up, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hand.

She looked around the room. Carl was no longer asleep on the couch, and Lori wasn't on the cot. She must've slept in...again.

Rick looked rough, he was hungover after all. His head was pounding. He barely slept last night, being up with Casey, worried for his daughter. Even Lori as well, she was crying when he got into bed with her.

What also looked rough was his child's hair. He blew out a puff of hair, standing up. His hands snuck beneath her arms, and he pulled her onto her feet. "Morning," She mumbled miserably.

"Morning," He pulled a hair tie off of his wrist, he usually kept them for his girls, Lori and Casey. He carefully pulled her hair up, he knew she wouldn't want to go down there embarrassed since her hair was a mess.

"Please don't make it bad." She begged, putting a small grin on Rick's face.

"I'm not, Baby. Just hold still." He put it in a very messy bun, but it was better than before. Kinda...

"Ready?"

"Uh-huh."

She took his hand, and the two walked down to breakfast.

They were greeted by many people. Not everyone was down there, though. The smell of bacon filled the room, and T-Dog was walking around with a pan of eggs. Casey didn't like eggs that much, she did like bacon, though.

Carl had a grin on his face as Rick and Casey sat down at the tables "Are you hungover?" He questioned, Casey looked at her father confused with what hungover meant. "Mom said you'd be."

"Mom is right." He confirmed, looking at Lori.

She was picking at her bacon, breaking it down before she ate it. "Mom has that annoying habit." She joked it was true.

"What does hangover mean?" Casey asked with her legs swinging off the chair.

"Well, Daddy had a lot of alcohol yesterday, so, he's a bit sick right now. Hangovers are when you drink too much alcohol." Lori stated, staring at her husband who had a slight grin on his face. "And judging how by what he did to your hair I would say he's very hung over." Casey glared at Rick, annoyed and embarrassed by what he did.

"You said you wouldn't do it bad." He smiled a little bit, rubbing her back.

"Eggs. Powdered, but I do 'em good." T-Dog's voice rang. Glenn was groaning and Casey looked over at him. Jacqui was comforting, massaging his shoulders for some reason.

"I think Glenn is hungover too." She giggled.

"I bet you can't tell," T-Dog told everyone walking them over to Glenn. "Protein helps the hangover." He teased Glenn, scooping eggs onto his plate.

Rick had a bottle of painkillers in his hand. He held it up to Lori, his eyebrows furrowed. "Where'd all this come from?" He asked, trying to open it.

"Jenner." She answered shortly.

"Could you help me, please?" He asked, handing it to her.

"He thought we could use it,"

"Thank you," Dad said to her, mom glanced at Glenn, who had Jacqui rubbing his back.
"Some of us at least." She joked again.