The road ahead was long, and the car was packed full. Michonne and Maggie sat in the front, leaving the back seats crowded with Rick, Daryl, and Glenn.

When it was your turn to get in, you hesitated for a moment, scanning the situation… there wasn’t enough room for you.

“Looks like we’ll have to strap you to the roof,” Glenn joked, flashing a playful grin, while Rick glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a small smirk tugging at his lips before it disappeared.

Daryl, as usual, didn’t seem to care. He simply adjusted his position, arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on the window. Rick, on the other hand, tilted his head slightly, silently leaving the choice up to you, as if to say without words: “Go ahead, pick.”

You took a deep breath, hesitant. The car wasn’t big, and you weren’t small enough to squeeze in without making it awkward for someone. There was no way around it… you had to sit on someone’s lap.

“We don’t have all day,” Glenn teased, patting his thigh dramatically, clearly encouraging you to sit.

Rick, however, subtly shifted his hand, leaving an open space in his lap as if wordlessly inviting you to sit. He didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t take his eyes off you.

As for Daryl… he didn’t say a word. But you noticed the way he spread his legs slightly, relaxing into his seat like he couldn’t care less—though his eyes flicked toward you for just a second before returning to the window.

The car wouldn’t move until you sat down… and the question now was, whose lap would you choose?