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It had been a good day for Team Prison.
The group had been forced to go out a bit further than usual to find supplies. They'd come across a group of townhouses that looked as if they had catered to the college crowd. Though some of the previous residents still remained, they were weak and didn't take much to dispatch.
The haul had been impressive, to say the least.
"Junk food, bottled water, cigarettes, condoms, batteries, drugs, some legal…some not," Daryl announced, glancing at former officer of the law, Rick Grimes. A raised eyebrow was Grimes' only response.
"…Last but not least…booze. Lots of booze", Daryl finished with a smirk. While the situation at the prison wasn't generally worth celebrating, folks needed to let off some steam. Rick had never been much of a drinker and had been worried about keeping his head clear. Enough people had volunteered to be "designated sentries" tonight, however, letting him off the hook. Beth had even offered to take Judith for the night, allowing Rick to relax and enjoy the party.
"Beth, you don't have to do that."
"It's okay, Rick. I don't mind. It's not like I'm ever gonna get to have a drink. At least someone gets to have fun." Beth gave her father a pouty look before bringing the baby inside for the night.
Rick laughed a little and continued working on his beer.
"Daryl", Rick started, "Where are the girls?"
Sasha, Maggie, and Michonne had also gone on the run but had disappeared shortly after the group returned.
Daryl rolled his eyes. "We came across some clothing store and they decided to go "shoppin''. They're probably inside having a fashion show." Daryl shrugged his shoulders as if to say "chicks".
Rick's curiosity was piqued. I wonder what they…okay, what she picked out.
Michonne…
She was one mystery he knew he'd never get to the bottom of. She'd softened so much since she'd joined them officially, but it still wasn't enough. Rick ached to know more about her.
Even though she'd warmed up to Rick considerably, she and Daryl had become best buddies. Since Rick had decided to stick closer to home, Daryl had stepped up and went on most of the runs. Michonne, being one of their best fighters, had elected to join Daryl, bringing the two closer together.
Daryl and Michonne now shared an easy-going familiarity. They laughed, playfully punched each other, and had their own inside jokes. This new relationship had been noticed by a certain sheriff deputy…and he didn't like it. Of course, they were both his friends. Why shouldn't they be friends together?
Rick, however, couldn't help but tense up whenever Daryl casually put his arm around Michonne and she squeezed him back with a smile.
It's not my business, Rick tried to convince himself. They could do whatever they wanted. Besides, who could blame Daryl for wanting Michonne? Who wouldn't want her?
I want her.
Rick wanted that closeness with Michonne that Daryl enjoyed. He wanted inside jokes and playful punches. He wanted her hugs and her smiles. He wanted everything from her.
He just didn't know how to go about getting closer to her. Rick watched her all the time; sometimes he got away with it and other times, she caught him. Usually, that's when he'd get one of those million-dollar smiles that both stopped his heart and made him feel like a perve.
Michonne's body was insane. It was impossible not to stare when she'd come sauntering around in a low-cut tank top and those tight pants. Rick hadn't been an ass man before the turn. Of course, he'd never seen an ass like that. Now that he'd seen such a thing of beauty, how could he be expected to tear his eyes away? He'd often wondered what a handful of that would feel like. Many late nights, unable to sleep, he'd steal away to the deepest, abandoned part of the prison to be by himself with his thoughts of Michonne.
There, he would curl up on a cot, close his eyes and fantasize about his dark-skinned beauty. His favorite was imaging her full lips wrapped around his cock while her big brown eyes shyly looked up at him through dark eye lashes. He could almost feel her hair wrapped around his fingers, while her head bobbed up and down.
I gotta stop doing this, he thought, ashamed.
She didn't want him and he had no business thinking of her like that.
Rick's thoughts were interrupted by a long, wolf whistle, courtesy of Daryl Dixon. The ladies had emerged from their dressing room and it had been worth the wait. Sasha and Maggie smiled and pranced a bit in the stylish dresses they'd picked up. It was a little comfort and while it wasn't practical by any means, it made them happy for a bit. Rick smiled, watching the girls put on a show. He raised his beer to his lips but stopped mid-drink when Michonne appeared.
"Jesus Christ", he muttered under his breath.
She was a goddess. The headband was gone and her dreads were pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a peach halter dress that clung to every delicious curve. Short and tight, the dress appeared to have been made for her. Her boots were also gone, replaced by simple, strappy sandals.
Those legs…what…I….fuck.
Rick's brain had officially ceased to function.
Michonne joined the group, grabbed a drink…and proceeded to hang next to Daryl.
Rick's mood dimmed and soon he'd stopped joining in the conversations. He hung back, drank, and watched Michonne…discretely of course.
He was starting to feel light-headed, a signal he'd gone a bit too far with the alcohol.
Michonne had done a good job getting buzzed herself, having fun for what felt like the first time in years. She appeared unguarded and happy.
Happy with Daryl. Stupid Daryl and his stupid cross-bow and stupid vest that makes all the women go nuts. Well, I'm cool too! I got..a gun..and a hat. Fuck, no I don't, I gave it to Carl.. I got...pigs. Motherfucker, I'm pathetic.
Rick's thoughts bounced between punching Daryl and kissing Michonne. Both sounded good to him and he wasn't sure which he wanted to do first. Yet again, he tried to steal another glance at Michonne, only this time, she looked back. They locked eyes and it felt like time stopped.
Does she know how I feel? Can she see it? Can…fuck, she's so beautiful.
Michonne looked away and Rick felt he'd had enough. In a huff of jealousy and sexual frustration, he walked off. Rick was so focused on getting out of there, he didn't notice a certain Samurai watching him leave, a sad look in her eyes.
