Ok, It's been a laid back kind of day, lots of rain and not a lot to do so I got this written for you all! :)
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Her words hit him like a bucket of cold water to the face. Did he hear her right?
"You...you have?" he asked in disbelief.
Michonne bit her bottom lip and looked back over the fence toward the treeline. Daryl watched her in silence for a while and then he stood silently and slipped around the corner of the tower and down the ladder. He really needed to clear his head and still couldn't believe what he'd just done.
"Chalk it up to being fuckin' horny at the end of the world," he muttered to himself as he paced alongside stainless steel counters in the kitchen several minutes later. It had been the only place where no one was hanging around. "You're just lucky she didn't stab you and throw you off that tower."
"Daryl?" a voice interrupted his thoughts and he spun around to see Carol standing in the doorway that led to the laundry area. Of course she'd be in there, she's always doing something like laundry or dishes.
"Hey, Carol," he muttered, trying to hide the fact he'd just been talking to himself.
"Um, are you feeling alright?" Carol was squinting oddly at him.
"I'm fuckin' fine!" Daryl snapped before he even thought about how he must have sounded, "Why does everyone always assume I'm not doin' alright?!"
But Carol didn't flinch back like she'd done the night he yelled at her on the farm, she just stood there and smiled at him slightly. She was aggravating sometimes, because it seemed like she could read him like an open book!
"Daryl, you were talking to yourself in here," Carol stated simply, tossing the towel onto her shoulder. "And...I believe I heard you say something about being thrown off a tower?"
Daryl growled and rolled his eyes, leaning back against the sink and crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Carol walked over and sat on one for the counters across from him.
"You feel like talking?" she asked quietly.
"What d'ya think?" Daryl asked, giving her a squinted look of annoyance.
"I can wait," Carol stated, crossing her legs and pulling a nail file out of her pocket. She started scrapping across her left thumbnail and Daryl winced at the sound but remained silent. By the time she'd reached the pointer finger of her right hand he couldn't take the sound anymore.
"Can ya stop sandpapering' yerself?" he growled rudely. Carol glanced up at him and smiled.
"I'll stop when you're ready to talk," she said, starting to file again.
"I don't know what you expect me t' say," Daryl muttered darkly, tapping his fingers on the metal of the sink.
"Well...why don't you start with being thrown off a tower?" Carol suggested, laying down the nail file.
"I was just kidding," Daryl began slowly, not really knowing why this woman managed to get all this information out of him all the time. It was hard to lie to Carol...it's like she could read his mind. "I just...did something stupid."
Carol's head cocked sympathetically and he felt himself wiggle without even thinking about it, damn his nervous habits. Speaking of, he raised his thumb and started chewing on it.
"What'd you do, Daryl?" Carol asked, he knew there was no judgment with Carol, she'd looked past all his crap before.
"Well...you see..." How the hell am I going to explain this?
"Does it have to do with Michonne?" Carol asked. Daryl met her eyes quickly and surprised, his muscles coiled for a second in that old familiar feeling like he was ready to bolt and leave this discussion in the dirt, but he couldn't do it. Never could when Carol wanted him to talk.
"How did...?" he asked in amazement.
"You two have been skirting around each other for a week," Carol explained, "I've seen you both watching each other and..."
"She watches me?!"
"Of course," Carol replied with a shrug.
"How do you know all this stuff?" Daryl asked in confusion, seriously this woman was magic.
"I was watching her," Carol said, "Keeping an eye on her, you know? I didn't trust her because I knew YOU didn't trust her. She watches you a lot...and NOT in a way that I'm worried about."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Daryl growled.
Carol smiled and laughed a little.
"Oh, Daryl..." Carol shook her head and laughed, "Don't get off track here, what did you do?"
Daryl sighed, he guessed it was pointless to try and avoid it...Carol would work it out sooner or later somehow.
"I kinda...I sorta...kissed her," he muttered quietly.
"I'm sorry, what?" Carol asked teasingly. "Couldn't hear you."
"I fuckin' kissed her, alright?!" Daryl snapped loudly, making Carol's smile widen.
"You did!?" she said, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Daryl, you dog, you!"
Daryl blushed brightly and ducked his head so she wouldn't see, not that she could anyway because the only light was from the moon through the barred windows.
"Did she hit you?" Carol asked.
"No," Daryl replied quickly, "She...she kissed me back."
Carol clapped her hand together in front of her chest.
"Oh man, this is exciting!" she squealed, "Daryl, don't worry, I'll keep this quiet."
"Carol, it was a one time thing," Dary muttered, pushing away from the sink and stalking past Carol, making for the door.
"Because you were just horny during the end of the world?" Carol asked as he passed. Daryl stopped in his tracks and turned to stare at her, jaw slack and eyes wide. Carol giggled loudly and ran past him and out of the kitchen, leaving him standing there in disbelief.
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Andrea climbed the ladder to the guard tower and slid down next to Michonne who was leaning against the wall, staring out at the treeline.
"So, I saw Dixon climb down from here when I came out," she commented, "Did he bother you? Because if he did I can go kick him in the junk for you."
Michonne laughed at that, making Andrea glad the silence was broken.
"No, Andrea, that's not necessary," the dark warrior replied, "He was just keeping me company."
"Keeping you company?" Andrea snorted in disbelief, "He's actually talking to you now?"
"Something like that..." Michonne stated mysteriously.
Andrea squinted suspiciously and waited for further information, but when Michonne offered no more she finally lost her patience.
"Michonne, come on, what was he really up here for?" she whined.
"Andrea..."
"You're acting weird, 'Chonne!" Andrea reasoned, "I'm just trying to liven up the night with some juicy gossip!"
"Would Daryl Dixon kissing me qualify as juicy gossip?" Michonne asked, placing her chin on her palm as she scanned the yard below.
"Yeah, that would be the best I've heard since Maggie and Glenn had sex at the pharmacy!" Andrea laughed, "But, come on, Michonne, let's make it a little more believable than that."
"I'm not kidding, Andrea," Michonne replied mirthlessly, "He did."
Andrea's eyes nearly bugged out of her head, she had a random thought of Jim Carey in The Mask going "AAAWOOOOGA!".
"No he did NOT!" Andrea squealed, "What the hell!?"
Michonne rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Michonne...come on, we both know he's terrified of you!" Andrea said seriously.
"Apparently not," Michonne reasoned, "Although he was very, very nervous and thought I was going to hit him."
Andrea remained quiet for a while, mulling this whole situation over in her mind. Finally she sighed.
"Well...this IS good," she said, rubbing her hands together, "This is some major ammunition..."
"Andrea, don't you dare," Michonne scolded firmly, "Don't even think about spreading this around!"
"Ok, ok!" Andrea raised her palms in defense, "I won't tell anyone...but in exchange for my silence, I want info. How was it?"
Michonne sighed, knowing she wasn't getting out of this with any sort of quiet dignity.
"It was...different," she admitted slowly, "I've, um, never kissed a white guy before..."
"I'm kind of fond of it," Andrea said with a smile, "But I'm up for anything! Is he good?"
"Yes," Michonne sighed in defeat, "Yes, he's very good."
"Man...wish I would've got there first!" Andrea huffed, crossing her arms.
"I'm not staking any claims, Andrea," Michonne laughed, "You're welcome to him, if you like."
Andrea laughed.
"Something tells me he's not going to kiss just ANYONE, 'Chonne," she said sadly, "Dixon doesn't open up like that often. We've had one single discussion over twenty words in length and he's never even glanced in my direction the way he looks at you."
Michonne's head whipped around, her eyes wide in the darkness.
"What do you mean?" she asked incredulously.
"Oh yeah, he watches you constantly," Andrea claimed, "First I thought he just didn't trust you...but I'm beginning to see his interest in you in a whole new light!"
Michonne sighed and stood up.
"You taking over watch?" she asked grimly, "I need some sleep."
"Sure, 'Chonne," Andrea smiled genuinely, "I'll take over."
Michonne nodded her thanks and headed for the ladder.
"And, Michonne," Andrea called, making her stop with one leg over the side of the edge. "Give him a chance, huh?"
Michonne sighed, but nodded, deep inside she was already planning on giving him many, many chances.
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Sorry I didn't get this up last night, the internet was knocked out by a storm all day so here it is a day late!