Hey guys! This is my very first Caryl story, so please leave me reviews! This is just one idea that I had in mind. There's a possibility that I'll add more one-shots to this series if I have time. I've got a couple less developed ideas bouncing around in my head. This one takes place in Alexandria in season 5. Anyway, you know the whole deal, I own absolutely nothing. Let me know what you think! Thank you so much and enjoy!
Michonne woke up that morning a little earlier than usual and decided to wander the peaceful streets of their new home, Alexandria. Now that she had no need to keep watch and slaughter walkers to the point of exhaustion, she had to come up with more creative ways to keep herself occupied.
Once making her way outside, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air which still had the smallest hint of the slight chill from night lingering in the newly found presence of the sun. She started her stroll slowly yet not very attentively, more lost in her own thoughts as if they were music and her footsteps the slow metronome of her dreamy tune.
She continued along the roads in her easy pace for nearly an hour, passing houses without taking notice to them or the people sipping on cups of coffee on their porches. The images of her surroundings only came to her in meshes of color and lazy movement until she heard a voice, snapping her out of her train of thought.
"Mornin'" she heard Daryl say to her in passing with early morning hoarseness.
She cleared her own throat before responding. "Good morning Daryl," she finished with a soft wave of her fingers.
"Hey, uh," Daryl scratched the back of his neck and stared down at his feet as he spoke to her, "have you seen Carol? I've been lookin' for her, but I can't find her 'round here."
Michonne chuckled to herself a little which didn't go unnoticed by Daryl who glared back up at her. With a look like that, she pressed her lips in a hard line, trying not to laugh any harder, but her laughter still ripped through her and caused her body to shake, giving it away.
"What do ya find so damn funny? Do ya know where she is or not?" his voice clearly exasperated.
"Oh c'mon, relax. Someone is not a morning person," she retorted playfully, almost making Daryl smile.
"Hey guys! Restlessness got you on a morning stroll too?" came Glenn's cheery voice from in front of them. Both he and Maggie walked side by side with their fingers intertwined and bright, toothy smiles reaching every corner of their faces.
"Morning you two," Michonne grinned while Daryl mumbled a good morning.
Maggie and Glenn walked over to where Daryl and Michonne were standing, squinting as their eyes looked into the direction of direct sunlight; for the sun was now completely raised in the midmorning sky.
"Not a cloud in the sky," Maggie commented in a breathy tone, shadowing her eyes with her free hand as she looked into the blueness above.
"What were you two laughing about?" inquired Glenn with a smirk.
"Nothin'" Daryl huffed. "Look, have you seen Carol 'round this Pleasantville?"
"Oh, I think she wanted to bake somethin' with lil' Sam this mornin'," Maggie replied.
Glenn looked over at Michonne and both of their smirks deepened before Glenn spoke up. "Jealous?" He asked slyly.
"What I gotta be jealous for, huh? What is with you people?" Daryl growled and took a couple beginning steps to stalk off to find them before he was stopped in his tracks by Michonne's voice.
"Wait, Daryl," she called to him. Daryl stopped and pivoted on his foot almost a little annoyed. "I think she said something to me yesterday that some man was gonna teach her how to shoot. Ugh, what was his name," she pretended to inquire, "Oh yeah! Tobin!" she snapped her fingers as she finally revealed his name.
"Wha- whatd'ya mean Tobin's showin' her how tah shoot?" he asked angrily, walking quickly back to Michonne, not even noticing the giggles being stifled by both her and Glenn.
"What isn't there to get? Tobin is teaching Carol how to shoot a gun," Michonne replied as matter-of-factly as she could manage from holding in her laughter.
"Carol can handle herself. This Tobin guy ain't got no business teachin' her how to shoot," he spat.
"I don't know Daryl, I think he's got a little more than teaching her how to shoot on his mind," Michonne insinuated with her eyebrow arched and eyeing Daryl suggestively.
Daryl suddenly clenched his fists and mumbled in the back of his throat "I'll teach that asshole how to shoot," more to himself than to any of the three people in front of him. He turned on his heels before anyone could respond and nearly ran to find Carol.
As soon as he was out of earshot, both Glenn and Michonne roared with laughter and playfully slapped each other on the back. Maggie chuckled to herself and then cleared her throat to speak.
Maggie, a little confused by the antics of both her husband and her friend, began to ask, "Michonne, I thought Tobin had-"
"Tobin isn't teaching Carol how to shoot," Glenn interrupted her in a quick breath and continued to laugh.
"Then why in the world would you say that?" she said in a mocking angry tone to Michonne.
"'Cause I love to see that man squirm," she answered between sharp breaths while shaking her head.
Maggie rolled her eyes with a wide smile and laughed along with them.
"Betchya Tobin comes back with a black eye," Glenn elbowed Michonne.
"Pffft, you're on! If Daryl gets a hold of him, he'll be lucky with just a black eye. I'm gonna bet on a broken arm, leg, broken something," she snorted.
"What about you Maggie, you want in on this?" asked Glenn.
"Oh please, I bet both of you that Tobin turns out fine, but Carol comes back knowin' how to use a crossbow," she winked.