'Cause baby, I'm an Anarchist
You're a spineless Liberal
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window
You left me all alone (all alone…)

Some punk poser was singing baby, i'm an anarchist by Against Me off key as Michonne made her way to the bar to get water when she spotted him. Rick friggen Grimes was sitting at the bar, at her bar, drinking something and looking like a smug squirrel. God! Was he following her? This was the third time she'd come face to face with him. The first time, he'd come up to her after soccer practice and offered to pick her up on Friday for a date, yeah right! Then, days later, she'd gone to her favorite guitar shop to practice and get some CD's from the record store. He'd been waiting at the curb in his truck. After asking him repeatedly if he was somehow following her, he feigned innocence. She'd watched enough Lifetime original movies to know that dudes following you around wasn't sweet, it was weird. So to have him here, again in a place she frequented was the last straw. Moving away from the bar and walking directly to him she placed her bottles of water down. He looked at her and smiled which didn't last long because she punched him in the arm, hard.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked in his drawl.

"Why are you here?" she said, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him. If looks could kill, Rick Grimes would be D.O.A.

"I came to see my friend play." he said, looking her over. She'd somehow managed to make a baggy white button up and jeans look like couture. He wasn't sure what coutour was, but she definitely wore it well.

"Which friend? Huh? I don't believe for a second you're here to see someone play." she said, pushing her fingers into his shoulder to emphasize her point. Just as she was about to yell at him some more, Daryl walked up with a guitar case.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late, Hershel makes us all have dinner together on Saturdays." Daryl had watched the exchange and wanted to cut Rick some slack. He was in this situation because of him, well because of Glenn.

Rick based in his smugness as Daryl and Michonne exchanged greetings. She faintly remembered his name from somewhere.

"Wait, you're his friend? I didn't know folks hung out with demons." to which Daryl laughed. She was funny, and smart and he totally respected her for being stubborn.

"Considering you're a banshee, I think Daryl here's in good company." Rick said, causing Michonne to drop her mouth open at his remarks. To save his friend from any more trouble Daryl jumped in, asking if Michonne was gonna do anything for the open mic.

"Didn't bring my guitar." she said, to which Daryl offered his. Michonne turned down his offer to play and walked away while Rick nursed his sore arm and pride.

"Dude, you're suppose to get her to like you." Daryl said.

"It's all part of the plan man. She likes a challenge, and when she thinks she's figured me out, I'll surprise her. Piece of cake." Rick said, but he wasn't feeling so self-assured. He knew he was a jerk, but girls thought he was pretty. Hell he'd managed to bag a few of the beautiful people before he'd gone rogue. But Michonne, she wasn't budging and no matter how many times he flashed his trademark smile or shiny blue heart eyes in her direction, she wasn't having it.

"Time for the big guns." Rick said before taking the guitar from Daryl's hands and heading to the stage as his name was called. Rick hadn't played in a while, but he could get through a few songs well, and plus, chicks loved guitarists.

Taking a seat at the microphone he stated "This song is for that pretty lady over there." he said pointing to Michonne who looked like a deer in headlights. The first strums of the song caused a look of recognition to cross Michonne's face. How did he even know she loved the White Stripes?

Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted good to me
Yeah
Until her eyes crossed over
Until her mind crossed over
Until her soul fell next to me

As he finished the song with a final knock to his guitar the room broke out in applause. Michonne even clapped despite her annoyance at him. Andrea, who had sat quietly the entire time glanced at her friend like she'd never seen her before. Wasn't this the same guy that she was literally harping about how weird and rude he was.

"So you liked your song pretty lady?" Andrea said mimicking Rick's accent.

"Shut up Drea! He did alright." Michonne said with a bit of a blush.

"Well why don't you tell him now since he's coming over." Andrea announced before leaving for somewhere.

"You like your song?" he asked, taking Andrea's seat without being offered. "Who said you could sit?" Michonne responded.

"Pardon me ma'am. May I please take a seat?" he asked in his politest voice.

"Fine, but just until she get back." she said, watching him rest the guitar on his lap.

"So, like I asked, did you like your song?"

"You did alright." she said, hitting his confidence a little but not enough to deter him from his mission.

"Listen Michonne, I like this little game we're playing. You hurt my feelin's and pretend you don't like me, while I keep askin' you to hang out. Can we skip all the bs and just go out for real?" he asked.

"Why Rick? You didn't know I existed for almost four years." she said, eyeing him.

"And what a wasted four years it was. Come on Michonne, let's go somewhere we both hate and make fun of people together." he offered.

"Where?"

"Come to Abraham Ford's party next Friday. I'll even let you drive my truck." he said.

"Is that what kids are callin' it these days Rick?" she pursed her lips together, watching him stammer a bit at her innuendo.

"Not like that Michonne. Come out with me. Daryl's gonna be there, and you can bring your blonde friend." he said.

"And I can drive?" she asked, knowing that if she at least was the one driving if things were terrible, she'd leave him high and dry in his car.

"So what do you say?" he asked. "We can talk about feminism, and the White Stripes, and whatever else you want."

"Alright Rick. But, just for a couple hours." she relented. She didn't want to think about the fact that she thought he was nice to look at, or that every time he said something snarky it made her laugh. What was one date at a party with a bunch of people.

"Great." he said before walking to the bar and returning a few moments later with a piece of paper.

"Here's my number. Call me any time Michonne." he said with a wink, before he disappeared to seek out Daryl who looked at the smile plastered on Rick's face.

"So.." Daryl asked.

"Got a hot date with a banshee on Friday. Going to Ford's party. You should ask Sasha." Rick said, giving Daryl a knowing smirk.

"Alright." Daryl said before turing back to Rick and asking "What'd you say to get her to go."

"I told her the truth." Rick said. "Well, not the whole truth, but the girl likes it straight, so that's what she got."

Rick and Daryl hung around for a little while longer before leaving the bar. Rick on his way home to bask in the knowledge that he finally got a date with Michonne, and was actually excited about it. The nefarious way this all went down was leaving a weird taste in his mouth, but he wanted that bike, and hell, a hot date to get a good ride was a fair deal.

Daryl entered his family home with a look of consternation on his face. How was he suppose to ask Sasha out to a party? He was thinking so loud Maggie, his sister came in and threw a pillow at him.

"Earth to Daryl." she said. "It's your turn to feed the horses tomorrow." she said.

" 'S'Alright Maggie. I know." he said as she walked towards his bedroom door. "Hey. You wanna come to a party with me next Friday?" he asked, knowing that if he told Sasha his sister was coming he could pretend it wasn't a date, but he really wanted it to be a date.

"Sure! I can meet your ritzy friends at your stuck up school." she said.

"They ain't all bad. Glenn and Rick are nice." he offered. He'd told her about the two guys that'd quickly become his close friends. Maggie had left his room after they'd hammered down plans, leaving Daryl time to wonder how he was gonna ask Sasha on Monday. He laid with his head against the pillow, biting his thumb as he thought about the younger Williams sister. Daryl fell asleep thinking about a smiling Sasha, wondering if he'd be the one to put that smile on her face someday.

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A/n: So I got wicked inspired and turned this chapter out, like it was my job. So please enjoy the next installment. I'll be writing and posting more soon! Thanks for reading! (Songs included in this chapter are : Baby, I'm an Anarchist by Against Me! and Sugar Never Tasted so Good by the White Stripes (I obvi didn't write either of those songs... just like em).