AN: Here we go again. Alright so here goes another attempt at some Dixonne. I've been fiddling with this off and on for a couple of months now. Let me know what you guys think.

"Where do we go from here?

The words are coming out all weird

Where are you now, when I need you"

~The Bends: Radiohead

Michonne sat at her desk tapping her pencil on her notebook. She sat there staring at the words hoping more would come to her. She hated Professor Blake, he always assigned these shit papers that had to do with dystopia. It was like the man got a kick out of systematically tearing his student's faith in humanity apart one paper at a time.

She sat her pencil down, releasing a frustrated sigh. When had Legal Research evolve into Social Justice? Did Blake even know what class he was teaching? Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at her door. She pushed up from her desk and smiled, at least there was a highlight to this day.

She pulled the door open and schooled her face into a frown, "You're late."

Daryl grinned at her holding up a large coffee and a bag of donut holes, "I come barin gifts."

Michonne rolled her eyes and smiled, opening the door wider allowing him entrance, nothing made her happier than when he popped by with her coffee. Daryl breezed past her and placed the treats down, "Yer still working on this?" he asked when his eyes fell on the notebook, "Ain't that due in a couple of days?"

"Thursday, " she said before grabbing the coffee bringing it to her lips, she paused quickly and looked at it suspiciously.

Daryl rolled his eyes, "Caramel Mickiwhatever with two extra shots of espresso." he stated as his eyes skimmed her paper.

Michonne grinned, " I've trained you well," she teased before taking a swig of her drink. Her eyes closed as the flavor exploded in her mouth and a blissful sigh stumbled from her lips. Perfect.

Daryl's brow furrowed as he read her paper before he closed her notebook. "Dry."

Michonne sighed in frustration as she sat down on her bed, "Don't remind me. There is literally nothing I can add that doesn't teeter on the edge of fiction." Michonne grinned up at him, "And it is Criminal Justice, the papers are supposed to be dry."

Daryl snorted, slipping his hand inside the bag grabbing a couple of donut holes. " Why not ask Blondie, she's like what an activist for everything."

Michonne shook her head, "Bounced enough ideas off her," she replied giving him a calculated look. Daryl frowned, he knew that look. That was the look of a predator stalking it's supper. He bit back a groan realizing that he was probably next. "How was the stat test?"

Daryl shrugged, " Easy. "

Michonne rolled her eyes. She'd never understand how he was so good with numbers, for as long as she'd known him he'd always breeze through mathematics like it was a walk in the park. When she asked about it he'd just say that numbers were simple, everything else was complicated. She was inclined to agree when he got a full ride to Georgia Tech.

"But I do have a paper coming up," he said while wagging his eyebrows at her.

Michonne rolled her eyes and snickered, "There goes my weekend."

"Weren't doin nuthin no way, "

Michonne scoffed, "What if I had plans with someone?"

Daryl shook his head, sliding another donut hole into his mouth. "Ain't possible. Do yew need meh ta remind yew about last time yew made plans?" he teased arching an eyebrow at her.

Michonne frowned slightly thinking about the jerk that ended up being a semi-stalker for a while before grinning at him, "You're still jealous about that?"

"Weren't nobody jealous," Daryl grumbled while popping another donut hole into his mouth. He hated the idea of her dating someone else. And knowing that the little gremlin knew where her dorm room was didn't sit with him well either.

Michonne laughed, "I beg to differ, " she replied as she snatched the donuts from him, "I thought these were for me?" She glared at him noticing that there was barely any left.

"Yew can have one I suppose. " he grinned, happy for the change in subject. He didn't like it when they talked about the past because there was always the chance she'd figure out his feelings.

Michonne snorted at his response. "Your generosity is astounding."

"Most generous person yew know."

Michonne laughed softly while slipping a donut in her mouth. "So did Rick tell you?"

"Bout him and Blondie moving in together?"

Michonne nodded, "I'm amazed she said yes."

"They're fucking weird. One minute they're on a break, next minute they're roommates."

"I'm pretty sure I know someone weirder." she taunts, slipping one of the donuts in her mouth smirking at him.

Daryl grinned at her, "Yeah, well neva stopped yew from likin me."

"And it never will." Michonne smiled, finishing the bag, "Besides, who else would put up with you for the entire weekend?"

"Eh, just til tonight, gotta head back to tutor one of my classmates."

"Wait, what?" Michonne frowned, "I thought you were staying the whole weekend."

"I was, but Beth cornered me after the test," he said leaning back in her chair, "Wouldn't leave til I agreed to help her out. Pretty sure she's flunking the course."

"Beth?" Michonne raised an eyebrow, "That's not that weird girl who stalked you?"

"Wasn't nobody stalkin me Chonne."Daryl snorted and shook his head, "Yer so paranoid. But no, Beth is just in my stat class."

Michonne chuckled softly but then shook her head, "You're not leaving until Sunday. Miss Beth should know better than to interrupt my weekend with you." Michonne sat there watching him, hating that their time together could possibly be cut short, or, a predatory glint fills her eyes, maybe not.

Daryl laughed softly, "I'll be sure to tell 'er tomorrow." She smiles ready to pounce on him, whoever this Beth is will just have to wait.

"You sound so eager to get away from me… Are you dating this girl?"she pouted playfully.

Daryl blanched, "What? No."

"You'll tell her Sunday then."

Daryl shook his head, "Chonne.."

"Sunday~" she sings.

Daryl rolled his eyes and nods his head, knowing that he could never deny her anything. "Alright, Sunday."

Daryl groaned at the vibration of his phone which interrupted him from his sleep. He opened his eyes slowly only to be greeted by a mass of dreads. He kissed her forehead as he tried to untangle his limbs from hers. As he moved away, Michonne snuggled closer trying to keep the warmth he provided causing a small smile to fall on his lips.

Daryl bit back a laugh at her ministrations before slipping out of bed and got ready to head out. As he slipped on his jacket a small yawn broke through the silence of the morning.

"Daryl," Michonne mumbled still half asleep sitting up slowly.

"Hey, go back to sleep. I'm just heading out."

Michonne groaned and shook her head, "I'll walk you out," she replied as she slipped out of bed.

Daryl picked up his keys from her dresser, a soft small falling on his lips at the strip of picture of them from the weekend. He inwardly sighed, hating the fact that he had to leave, hating that she went to school seven hours away.

Michonne wrapped an arm around his, "Come on, so I can go back to sleep."

Daryl nodded, following her as she led him out into the parking lot.

"Yew coming down next weekend right?"he asked as he opened the door to his old truck.

Michonne nodded, "Maybe Thursday after Blake's class, Andrea wants me to help her scout for places."

"Good. Yew owe me a home cooked meal."

Michonne rolled her eyes and pulled him into her arms. "Have a safe drive."

"I'll call ya when I get back." he mumbled as he held her tighter, he hated leaving her more than anything.

"Tell Beth I'm not sorry."

Daryl snorted and nudged her shoulder. " Hey tell her yerself."

Michonne yawned softly and released him. " Bye Daryl."

"See yew later." He replied before slipping in the car and taking off.

Michonne stood there and watched as he traveled further and further away, her heart heavy. Even after three years, he still hadn't worked up the courage to ask her out. Maybe Andrea was right.