-A short little Daryl x Michonne Drabble.-Those Eyes of Green

Stupid. She'd been so stupid, to go on about things like that. About the time she said the color of that rock brought out the green in Daryl's eyes.

She'd obviously been joking - or at least half joking. Or at least she'd tried to convince herself. Yet, no matter how many times she'd try to get her mind back in the right place, to try to clean up the train wreck that was her brain. However, one look into those green eyes and suddenly she was a disaster inside again.

One look for half a second into those eyes and she'd be sitting amongst the wreckage of her mental train, trying to find out where she'd gone wrong.

That man. Daryl. Her Daryl. Her surly, stoic, disagreeable, and yet so genuine Daryl.

She liked how that sounded in her mind. Her Daryl. It had a nice ring to it. One that she would find herself replaying over and over and over.

Yet she couldn't show it. That would be weak. She would be weak, and that was the one thing Michonne couldn't afford to be. That was all she had - her strength, both mentally and physically. And whenever she looked at that man both of those things would go away, even if only for a second.

But only a second, in a world like this, is a second too long.

So she hid.

She wasn't scared - or so she told herself. She was smart. She was being clever.

Because, sometimes, she'd find herself dreaming. Dreaming about those eyes of jade and the person that they belonged to. Dreaming about the secrets they contained, and how she could unlock them all, one by one.

It was a fantasy, she would tell herself. She was delusional. Unrealistic.

And so she found herself standing and watching from afar. Waiting, and wanting, and, although she herself might not have even known it, wishing. For what was a mystery, but even she knew that it had something to do with those eyes. Those eyes of green.

And so she was surprised. Awestruck. And maybe even a little bit amazed.

Because one day, when she looked up to find those eyes of green, they were already there. Looking at her.

They say you can tell a lot about a person just from their eyes. Windows to the soul, as the expression would go. And, that one day, when she looked up to seek out those eyes of green, she didn't find them.

Because they found her.

And, quietly, also from afar.

They loved her.