The room was filled with music, laughter, and the smell of alcohol. Smiles could be seen on the faces of members of Alexandria. Deanna was glowing with joy at the sight of the relaxed and happy atmosphere at the party.

You were already drunk, your cheeks were flushed from alcohol, your dress was slightly wrinkled, your makeup was messy and your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead. You were sitting at the table and joking with Daryl, who, like you, was already drunk. You have been friends for years and the conversation flowed without any effort.

You both got up to dance a little. Your movements were unsteady, and you were both stumbling. It didn’t take long before Daryl pulled you away from the group, heading toward one of the rooms.

“Come on..it's too loud here.”

He spoke, but his voice was slurred. You chuckled quietly and leaned on him, hiding your face in his neck, letting him lead you to the room. You smirked and whispered.

“Alright..”

In the morning you were woken up by knocking on the door and Deanny's voice on the other side.

"Is everything okay there?"

You sat on the bed rubbing your eyes. You felt your head throbbing, reminding you of yesterday's events and the amount of alcohol you had.

“Yeah..”

You answered, and heard her footsteps move away from the door. You looked around and noticed clothes scattered on the floor. Your eyes widened as the memories from the night hit you like a ton of bricks.

Your eyes moved to sleeping Daryl. His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed, his face calm in sleep, unaware of your panic. So it happened. You were friends — it wasn’t supposed to end like this. Neither of you had ever thought about ending up in bed together… at least not while sober.

You got up from the bed in a hurry, got dressed, and ran out of the room without even saying goodbye to Deanna or waking Daryl up.

A few days later.

For the past few days, you and Daryl had been avoiding each other. You both knew you screwed things up, and your friendship was hanging by a thread.

Daryl was restless, which was unlike him. You meant a lot to him, and he didn’t want that one night stand to be the end of your friendship.

In the afternoon, while you were cleaning, you heard a knock on the door. You went downstairs and before you even had time to open the door, Daryl came into your house, leaning his hand against the wall and looked at you.

“Listen, about that night—“

You cut him off and shook your head. You wiped your hands with a cloth and looked at him. You spoke, your voice was tense.

“Just forget about it.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow and straightened up, took a step towards you and tilted his head to the side.

“No way. We both screwed up because we were drunk and you know that damn well. I want to fix it so tell me..How can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed?”