Author's Notes: Ok this is a new TWD fic that revolves around my two faves Michonne and Daryl. This will be completely AU, and for those of you who may not understand what that means it's 'Altered/Alternate Universe'. In layman's terms the only thing that may be like the comic or tv series are the characters 'names' and possibly the locations. Everything is open to my manipulation. And I will be changing these characters in 'my' story. So you have been fore warned, so please do not leave reviews telling me that such and such wouldn't say that, do that, act that way. I write fanfics the way that 'I' want to tell them, and I hope others enjoy it, but if its not someone's cup of tea then they can stop reading (or write a story the way they want it), but please refrain from flaming anyone's story just because it doesn't fit what you want or think it should be. I saw some of this going on on my last TWD fic and if I see it on this fic I'll just delete them. Thanks, now on with the fic ~ Pari
"You better not make a sound because if you do the roamers will come and then I'll have to feed you to them," The man threatened as he fumbled with his belt buckle. The woman stared up at the man with the patch over his right eye with fright-filled eyes, and did as she was told. She didn't dare move or make a sound, the man had already beaten out whatever fight she might have had in her. So she'd lie there and give him what he wanted and hopefully he'd leave her alive, maybe even let her travel with him. The man finally unbuckled his belt, and then his pants, which he then pushed down to his ankles. He then settled upon the scared woman but still she made no sound, but did flinched occasionally at his sudden movements as he yanked down her pants and panties. Just as the man was poised to enter the folds of the woman's center, he stopped dead in his tracks as the feel of something pointy poked him in the back of the head.
"Get off'er," A gruff voice filled the empty office of the abandoned school.
"Alright," The other man replied as he slowly stood and began adjusting his pants. "Alright," He repeated as he turned to face the other man standing just behind him aiming a crossbow at his face.
"You aright?" The armed man asked the woman who remained on her back upon the leather couch in the room, with her bottom region bare. She nodded in response but made no move to get up. "Man aint it bad enough we liv'n in a world where tha dead's walking 'round trying to eat us. Fuck, ya'd think we'd be more compassionate t'wards each other, instead of goin around beat'n on and rap'n women."
"Well she aint complaining, look at her." The 'rapist' defended as he nodded to the half-naked woman and the armed man did look and what he saw was a scared woman with a swollen face and bloodied nose and mouth. "Hey look I'm called the Governor." The man said around a smile as he held out a hand to the armed man. The armed man never moved from his stance with the crossbow aimed at the 'Governor's' head. "You know we can both have some fun here, and then we can use her to get past that horde out front."
"Ya mean feed her to tha walkers?" The armed man clarified and he could see out the corner of his eyes that those words got a reaction out of the woman, who began to tremble. She opened her mouth as if readying to speak, and fresh tears rolled from her eyes, but then she closed her mouth quickly, as if she were too afraid to talk.
"Yeah man, but after we fuck the shit outta her. It's been awhile since I've felt the warmth of a live woman." The Governor said as he averted his eyes down to the woman and openly rubbed his crotch. The armed man's face frowned up more in disgust at the 'live woman' comment, he wondered if this man was saying that he actually had relations with the walkers. "Hell I'll even let you go fir..." The Governor's words died on his lips permanently as his dead body crumbled to the floor.
"Sick piece a shit, worlds definitely better off witout chew in it," The last man standing mumbled as he moved to the dead man and yanked his arrow out of his head. He then focused on the woman who still lay on the couch shaking and silently crying. "Pull yer pants up." He growled out at her and she hastily did as she was told, and the man silently cursed his harsh tone because it was obvious that the woman was terrified of him. "Look my name's Daryl and I aint gonna hurt'cha," He said hoping to aleve some of her fear and anxiety. "What's yer name?"
"Mi…Mi…Michonne," The woman spoke in a very low voice as she stood I front of the couch adjusting her pants.
"Michonne?" Daryl repeated with a slight frown on his face. "I aint ever heard no name like that before, but ya'll do tend ta have funny names." He tossed out casually. He didn't seem to consider that his word might be offensive to the black woman in his company. "Man he roughed you up good," He added as he took in her swollen blood covered face. "Here," He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a dingy looking handkerchief and held it out to her. "Walkers go crazy over the smell of blood."
"Thanks," Michonne said in a hushed tone and she kept her eyes averted everywhere but directly on the white man standing in front of her. She grasped the piece of cloth and wiped at her bloody face.
"Was think'n 'bout bunk'n here ta night, but there's too many walkers out front, so guaranteed there's prob'ly plenty of them about tha build'n. It's too big ta try and clean out so prob'ly best ta keep mov'n" Daryl spoke out mainly to himself. Michonne seemed to gather that he wasn't expecting a reply so she gave none. Daryl turned and made for the exit but paused right at the door to peek up and down the halls to make sure there were no walkers about, he then cut a look back over his shoulder to where Michonne stood with her head bowed, hands fisted at her sides, and her eyes on the floor. "Ya com'n?" His words made her lift her eyes and actually stare at him in surprise. "Unless ya wanna stay here by yerself." Daryl said and got the reaction he expected, Michonne shook her head and closed the space between them. "Ya got a weapon?" He asked as he looked down at her bare hands.
"I had a gun bu…but he took it," She answered as she nodded back at the dead man on the floor.
"Yeah well ta me guns aint so good, the noise attract tha walkers, unless ya had a silencer on it?" She shook her head no. "Here," He pulled a knife from his waistband and handed it to her. Michonne didn't like the idea of having to get close to any walker but she wasn't going to tell this man that. She was grateful that he had helped her from being raped, possibly killed and he seemed willing to let her travel with him for however long, she didn't want to do anything that might put him off. "Aright, c'mon let's go then." So the two strangers and new traveling companions headed out.