A/N – I have decided to continue this as a series of one shots. Rick. Daryl. Michonne. Together in some configuration or another. Some will easily fit into the story as you know, some will be a bit of a stretch. I am not sure how many of these I will write, that will depend on how inspired I am and how many different ideas I can come up with so it doesn't get stale and boring. I think I am open to suggestions so feel free to DM me. I cannot promise I will be able to write your request, but I will entertain the idea and hopefully make it work.


Rick was still awake, he had tried to go to sleep hours ago but every time he got close to dozing off something would make a noise and he would be wide awake again. This time it was moaning. That distinct sound of someone enjoying sex. Okay, maybe more like someone enjoying a good pounding. He knew it wasn't Glenn and Maggie, they hardly ever had sex inside the prison and when they did they were stealthy and silent. He ran through the list of possibles in his head, Tyrees, Carol, Daryl… no not Daryl – poor guy never gets any, Beth, hell Beth and Carl. He tried not to think of that one.

He didn't want to imagine faces, that might gross him out, what if it was Hershel, and with whom? He stuck with visions that were more like shadows, some woman on top of some man, riding deep, just the way Rick liked to be ridden. Sweat and desire mixed with sexy talk and hair pulling, he was getting hard just thinking about it. The moaning turned to words and Rick froze, "Jesus Dixon." It was faint but he heard it. That was Michonne. Rick rolled his eyes. Hell anyone but Michonne. That was the one he had been hoping to nail one day. But then he smiled, good for Daryl. If there was anyone in this prison that needed to get laid more than Rick it was Daryl. He was a little shocked that he had hooked up with Michonne instead of Carol but she had a killer body and he understood their draw to each other.

He listened closely, they must have been in the empty cell at the end of the community room. Daryl usually slept up at the top of the stairs, ready to jump at any sign of danger. Michonne had a room up here as well but she hardly used it, sleeping outside sometimes. The springs were squeaking, he was sure Hershel could hear them, he slept down there.

He strained to listen, panting and moaning as he thought he heard bodies slapping together. Maybe he was fooling himself on what he was hearing but he could invasion it all. Michonne on top of Daryl, both mostly naked. Daryl's fingers gripping into her hips as she pushed down deep on top of him, her head tossed back. Rick knew she had a great body, he would love to see it naked. He heard a sigh, and exhale of delight from her. He could picture her looking down at the redneck as she rotated her hips and pushed him deep inside, making him beg to cum.

Rick unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his hips a little. His cock sprang free in the night air and he grabbed hold at the base. He stroked slowly at first, trying to listen for more of her moaning. The vision in his head started to shift, like he was in the room watching them. He saw the sweat that covered her body and he wished he could lick it off her. From behind she was blocking most of the view of Daryl, but Rick didn't mind. He was fixated on her ass. He started to stroke himself in earnest now.

It wasn't unusual for Rick to jerk off in the dead of night, he had to find his release somehow. But tonight seemed extra sexy. Hearing the woman he wanted to bang moaning out, he knew he could make her do that. His brain was back in their cell watching her ride Dixon with animal passion. Her ass bouncing. He loved her ass, caught himself looking at it more than he should around the prison. He wanted to take her there.

Rick let his brain loose, squeezed tighter around his own shaft as he envisioned climbing on the bed with them. Daryl looking over her shoulder and nodding to him. Rick kissing at her back and rubbing the tip of his cock against her dark skin. She smelled like sweat and sex and it made him even harder. "That's it." He heard it faintly from below but in his mind she was saying it to him, encouraging him to push into her ass. Rick spit into his palm and worked it on to his shaft and tip. He didn't want to hurt her, just be buried deep inside.

The thought of sharing her with Daryl only sparked his cock to grow harder. He imagined rubbing against her as Dixon stilled her hips, pushing in, breeching the tightest part of her then slowly sinking in as everything that is holy in the world lines up around him and he knows what heaven must be like. Michonne moaned out, he wasn't sure if it was real or just in his head now, but he didn't care either. Rick was lost in the fantasy he was spinning in his head, he was close to cumming and he wondered if they were down there too.

His fantasy spun as he imagined Daryl fondling her tits and how it would feel to have his own chest against her back. He watched Daryl's face and smirked at the twisted look that he had when Rick pushed deep, sliding his shaft past Daryl's only separated by a thin wall. It was like they were fucking each other as they made eye contact. The entire fantasy was too much for Rick, he gritted his teeth as his orgasm ripped through him and he came all over himself. His hips lifted off the thin mattress as he pumped hard.

His panting was heavy and it took a while for his body to calm, but once he did he listened in the dark again. It was quiet downstairs. Sometime during his own enjoyment they had reached theirs. Rick fell asleep after he balled up his cum covered t-shirt and tossed it in the corner.


He walked around the dining area with his bowl of bland oatmeal. Michonne was sitting next to Carl, like she did most mornings. He scanned the room again, Daryl was nowhere to be found. Not that Michonne ever looked overly stressed, but she did seem to have a calm about her today that he found beautiful. He sat down with Beth and helped feed Judith. Conversation was buzzing around the room today, the sun was pouring in through the east windows and that always made for more chit chat. He was just about done with breakfast when Daryl came into the room, crossbow slung over his shoulder and two rabbits on a string as he scanned the room for Carol. She always took care of the small animals he brought in from a hunt. He walked right past Michonne without a look, but ruffled Carl's hair because he knew it annoyed the teenage.

Carol took the kill from him and traded him for a bowl of oatmeal. He thanked her and crossed to lean against the wall next to his brother Merle. Things were still tense with Merle in their midst, but Daryl kept trying to make it work for everyone. They talked low and Rick went back to playing with Judith.


Rick wished that he could say that the hot scene from the night before was out of his head after he came last night, but it wasn't. He stood alone in the guard tower as the sun started to set. He had walked around all day half hard, his brain floating back to the moans in the night. He wondered if there would be a replay for him to enjoy after everyone goes to bed.

He watched as Michonne walked up to Daryl, they talked in the courtyard for a minute or two, Rick couldn't hear them but he could just imagine them setting up a plan to get together later tonight. He just hoped it would be within earshot again. Rick watched Michonne's ass as she crossed the yard back to the prison, losing sight of Daryl but then realized he was on his way up the guard tower when he heard the lower door squeaking. Rick should have felt dirty for not only picturing them going at it last night, but inserting himself into their scene, but he didn't.

The door to the tower opened and Daryl walked in, no cross bow for a change. "Hey." Daryl unloaded a box of bullets from his pockets and stocked it next to the rifle that was propped in the corner. He double checked to make sure it was loaded.

Rick looked out over the yard fighting to make sure he brain was in the moment and not of the fantasy of last night. He blocked out the sounds of moaning and Michonne's words of praise to Daryl during sex last night.

"RICK." Daryl didn't actually yell it but he said it loud enough to get the daydreamers attention.

Rick turned to him, "What?"

"Said. I'm gonna take the watch tonight." It was too early for shift change but he was filling the Sherriff in on his plan. He sorted through the pile of crap that was collecting in the tower, someone needed to clean this place up, he'd try to do it tonight.

Rick was more than surprised. "Just you?" Maybe they had planned to take the shift together. That made since now that Rick thought about it.

"Yeah. I got it." Daryl started for the door.

Rick stopped him, "Wait, everything okay?" Maybe they were having a fight. Rick hadn't talked to either of them today to speak of, he had spent most of it working in the garden with Carl.

Daryl leaned in the door, "Can't fuckin' sleep wit' them two goin' at it all night." He waited for Rick to respond. "Don't tell me you can't hear them bangin' down there?" Rick must have looked entirely confused. Daryl laughed. "Ya tellin me you can't hear fuckin' Merle and Michonne goin' at it." He just shook his head and headed out the door. "Bet y'all hear it now." He was down the stairs as fast as he had come up.

Rick closed his eyes then turned back to the field. He had stroked off to Merle getting laid, not Daryl. Fuck, he had cum thinking about the wrong Dixon.


A/N – okay, so this one shot wrapped up who Michonne was sleeping with from Ch 1, but it is till just a Rixonne oneshot, through the threesome was in fantasy form...