“Fuck you!”

“Yeah?! Well fuck you too!”

The drunken yelling was from Merle and Shane, after somebody found beer during a supply run, and the two of them had way too much.

You were sitting off to the side, just watching, as Rick went in to dissolve the fighting. After he did, he followed Shane as he stormed off into the woods, and Merle eventually found himself sitting down a few feet way from you, chuckling quietly between hiccups and leaning his head against a tree.

He turned his head over to you and gave a crooked smile. “Heya sugar, whatcha lookin’ at?”