Chapter four

Michonne felt the warm rays of sunlight on her face before she opened her eyes and smiled. It looked like it was going to be perfect weather for a run. Daryl's arm around her waist pulled her closer and as she felt his hard cock press against her backside, her smile got bigger. His hand began to rub her hips and stomach, while his mouth moved to kiss her shoulder. The man ALWAYS ready to go, she had quickly learned. She wondered if it was just his attraction to her, or if he had always been that way and she never noticed it.

"Babe, we don't have time for this if we want to leave by 9 and we still have to take a shower," she said rubbing his head.

"Come on doll. I think we should dirty up a little more and make the shower count." His hand had moved up to her breast and began massaging them, caused a moan to escape Michonne's mouth. "Seems like you agree with me."

Despite the protest of her body, she pulled herself away and out of the bed. "We have a run to go on Daryl Dixon and it's time to take a shower! Now get that fine ass out of bed," she called, walking into the bathroom and turning on a shower. She grabbed her toothbrush and began brushing her teeth, as Daryl finally joined her in the bathroom. As he stood next to her brushing his teeth, still naked, Michonne couldn't help but see he was still semi erect. She tried to not to look but Daryl Dixon had one beautiful penis; long, wide, straight, and with a perfect sized head, he was much bigger than average. Feeling herself getting worked up, she quickly spit, rinsed and jumped into the shower. When he joined her, she couldn't help but be disappointed that he stayed on his side, not even fully getting under the rain shower head that he adored.

As she soaped up and looked at his back, she studied the scars from his childhood. They were all over, the marks of a drunken abusive father that had tried to break a little boy. But that little boy had grown up to be a strong, dependable man. A fighter. There was nothing more that Michonne loved more than a fighter. Feeling incredibly turned on, she stepped to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed kisses to the scars on his back, one hand rubbing his chest and stomach as the other made its way down to his cock. As she caressed it and she felt it grow back to its fully erect state, Daryl let a out a moan.

"What are you doing 'Chonne? I thought we didn't have time?"

"I am consolidating the sex and shower" she replied matter of factly as she turned him around, pulling him under the rain shower. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before moving to her knees. Cupping his balls with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other, she looked up into his bleu eyes to see that they were full of anticipation as he stared back into her brown ones. When she took him into her mouth, she heard him hiss from the warmth and wetness now surrounding him. He stood still for a moment as she slowly pulled back, letting the tip of her tongue dance around the head. As she began moving him in and out her mouth, his hips moved to match the rhythm she started. Her tongue ran along the vein on the underside, causing him to close his eyes and groan. "Oh doll. That feels so fucking good."

Michonne changed her rhythm, taking him in fast and then pulling her head back very slowly, twirling her tongue as she did. She tasted the sticky sweetness of Daryl's pre-come on her tongue and smiled. After a few minutes she fully released him and moved to his balls, taking one into her mouth and then the other, all the while milking him with her hand.

"Holy fuck 'Chonne," he yelped. Daryl opened his eyes to witness what was happening. The sight of Michonne's plump lips kissing his sack as her long skilled fingers moved up and down his shaft pushed him close to the edge. "You're incredible. Don't stop," he panted.

Michonne once again took his penis into her mouth, promptly going all the way down. She had no gag reflex, even though she had one before the turn. Maybe all the gross things the had to eat to survive made it go away. Whatever had happened to it, she was happy it was gone because she loved tasting every inch of Daryl. She began to work in earnest, eager for him to achieve his fulfillment, as his hand went to the back to her head. "Oh shit! Oh shit!'CHONNE!" he let out a throaty yell as he came in Michonne's waiting mouth. She swallowed it all, loving the taste of him, letting her tongue hit his opening causing his thighs to jerk with aftershocks.

Slowly releasing him with a 'Pop', she felt his strong hands go under her arms and pull her up to him. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her into a deep kiss, tasting his seed on her tongue. They remained like that for sometime, the water cascading down their bodies as they pressed closer together. Finally letting her go, Daryl turned off the water and picked her up. He carried her over to his bed and laid her down, quickly climbing on top of her. Michonne felt that he was already ready to go again; Daryl had the recovery time of a teenager. He was insatiable. As he pushed himself inside her, Michonne knew that their run would be postponed by at least a day.

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Sasha walked down the street to her house. It had been another long, yet thankfully uneventful night on watch behind the gates of Alexandria. She wasn't exactly tired but her eyes hurt from peering through her scope. She couldn't wait to put a warm rag over them, just shut them for a while and if sleep found her so be it. Daryl was supposed to be on a run so there would be no one in the house, allowing her to rest.

She opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Moving into the living room after she put her rifle in the bedroom, she sat on the couch laying her head back and closing her eyes. Sure she could rest in her bed, but their sofa was extremely comfortable, so she decided to lay there.

Tap tap tap tap.

Sasha opened one eye as she slightly lifted her head to listen for the sound again

Tap tap tap tap.

This time she sat up fully, opening both her eyes. The noise was coming from upstairs. 'Come on really?!' she said to herself, pretty sure of what the noise was. As if to confirm her suspicions, she heard loud grunt followed by a "Fuck Daryl! Don't stop!"

Sasha chuckled to herself as she shook her head, finally noticing Michonne's Doc Martins by the door. So much for her rest, seeing as those two could be at it for hours. She had wondered why she hadn't seen them leave on their run as she manned the gates and now she knew why. Hearing Daryl get a little more vocal, she decided to go for a walk and let the two continue. She didn't know if this was the beginning or the end of their coupling, but Sasha wasn't going to wait to find out.

She got up, writing a note to her roommate. Leaving it on the counter, she walked out of the house in the direction of the park. She laughed a little as thought about the two people she was closest to, Daryl and Michonne. He had become her second brother, looking out for her and giving her advice on everything from guns to guys. And Michonne had positioned herself as her new best friend, always listening to Sasha's fears and depression. Sometimes, Daryl or Michonne would share some of their own past heartaches, but they mostly just listened. They had all lost so much. Kids. Siblings. Significant others. It was like a group of the walking wounded, but they had formed this little trio and it worked.

Sasha had always noticed the strong bond between the Daryl and Michonne back at the prison. How Daryl had first gone with Michonne on her hunt for the governor to avenge the death of Meryl but kept at it way longer just so that she wouldn't be alone. How she was only one of a handful of people that could make him smile. Their runs were the most productive due to their ability to stealthily track and maneuver their silent but extremely deadly weapons.

Everyone at the prison had thought it was Carol and Daryl, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. They had become close because he related to being lost in the woods and his relentless search for Sophia. Maybe there had been a chance before Michonne came but once she was there it was over. She was mysterious yet strong, not being bothered by the silence between them that could stretch on for hours.

The fall of the prison had thrown a wrench between them. Getting out with Beth, Daryl had become close to the young blond, her unparalleled optimism helping him release demons that had needed to be buried long ago. Beth being kidnapped and subsequently witnessing her death had shaken him to the core. Reuniting with Carol had been pleasant enough at first, but she had changed since being banished by Rick. The sweet mother and survivor were gone, replaced by a woman determined that her family remain together, no matter who was hurt. She threatened people, adults and kids alike, but it was her hand that drove the wedge between Michonne, Rick and Daryl.

Michonne had become basically the fourth member of the Grimes family after the fall of the prison and Terminus. They were always together, had their own jokes and even slept next to each other. When Daryl had run into Rick, Michonne and Carl, he quickly discovered that he had been replaced. Michonne was Rick's new confidante, the one he looked to for advice and communicated without so much as a word. They were now run partners and partners in pretty every much other way as well. They had never so much as kissed but who knows what would have happened without Carol putting thoughts in Rick's head about Jesse. She was strong enough to help the young woman and her kids, but instead had manipulated Rick do it, thus beginning his downward spiral; forever distancing himself from Daryl and Michonne.

When a house became open, Daryl and Sasha had decided to move in together, enjoying the space and quiet. Both began to fill the void of sibling in each others lives, so it was a comfortable living arrangement. Michonne had moved from the Grimes residence to the Rhees. She had become close to Maggie due their positions in Alexandria and who couldn't love Glenn. They allowed Michonne to be herself, sometimes talking and sometimes not, understanding her struggle to deal with the new Rick Grimes and those implications.

The relationship began one night when Sasha, Rosita, Michoone had been in the kitchen helping Maggie cook dinner. Rosita had remarked on the date, something they hadn't paid attention to during their time on the road with their main focus on staying alive. Michonne who had been chopping vegetables, simply froze. No one seemed to notice until Sasha, a few minutes later, realized that she was missing. Not knowing why or where she disappeared to, Sasha waited a half hour before running to get Daryl to track her.

Daryl had found her inside of one of the empty houses, sitting what was a child's room, crying. They sat there for hours, not talking but moving back to that comfortable silence that they had before prison fell. Daryl was just there for Michonne. As night fell, she told him that today would have been her little boy's fifth birthday. She began to tell Daryl all about Andre, from his birth to his death; how he was a bundle of energy, loved coloring on any and everything, even how he was allergic to strawberries. As she talked a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She had not told anyone besides Carl about her son, and not in such detail.

It wasn't until they walked back to the Rhee's house that the old spark of attraction, long ago discarded, came back. As they neared the front door, Michonne turned to Daryl and grabbed his hand.

"Thank you. Thank you for being there with me today. And for allowing, no listening to me talk. You're only the second person I have told about Andre."

"Rick?" he asked as he looked straight into her eyes in what seemed like forever. He'd forgotten how beautiful they were as they sparkled in the moonlight.

"No Carl. You know how that boy can get anything out of me," she said with a slight smile. "You want to come in and grab something to eat? I'm not hungry but that doesn't mean you have to starve."

"I'm alright. Got food at home."

"Well then goodnight and thank you again," Michonne said as she pulled him into a hug.

"You don't have to thank me 'Chonne. It was my pleasure to be here with you. Thank YOU for sharing your boy with me," he replied softly as she pressed against him. He didn't notice when he starred rubbing her back, smelling the sweet fragrance in her hair, or when his heart speed up. She didn't know when she started to appreciate the muscles she could feel through his shirt as he held her, or his gravely voice. It wasn't until they pulled apart and looked into each others eyes that they felt the ground move. They stood there just looking at one another, glancing down to the others mouth occasionally as they held hands until Daryl whispered, "I should go."

"Goodnight Dixon." Michonne let go of his hand and walked into the house. She leaned against the door of the silent house and smiled.

Daryl walked to the house he shared with Sasha. It to was silent since she was on watch. Sitting on the swing on the porch, he rested his head back against the house with a sigh and looked at the stars in the dark night sky. Still reeling from the contact of Michonne's body being pressed to his, he saw her face in his head. "Whoa" he thought to himself, slowly realizing how much he had missed her.