A/N: So…sorry for the slight delay, getting a bit busy but I will always try and update. I hope you like this chapter and the development, please let me know what needs to be improved upon and excuse any mistakes. Love you, bye x
Michonne's POV
Michonne woke early the next morning, the bed had been a welcome comfort but it wasn't enough to allow her to sleep through the night. She was far from surprised to find that Daryl had left the room, and found herself frowning unsure as to whether he'd gone hunting.
She climbed out of bed slowly, stretching her wary muscles before slipping on a pair of jeans and vest, she huffed as she pulled the holster around her waist, slipping the hand gun she'd been given into its place along with a silencer. She preferred her sword but her shoulder was still healing. Rick and Daryl had insisted on her using the hand gun, the silencer had been her one condition, it made the gun heavier but she was not putting the rest of the group in jeopardy.
The former lawyer pulled her studded black boots on before slipping out of the room, she crept toward the stairs not wanting to scare anyone nor wake them up. The stairs barely made a sound as she tiptoed down them.
She heard Tyreese's loud snore coming from the living room, which was a clear indicator that Daryl was outside keeping watch. Michonne opened the front door and stepped out onto the front porch to find Daryl standing staring out into the fields.
He was wearing another one of his sleeveless shirts, a plain brown one this time, his toned arms were something she'd always admired. He wore his usual baggy pants that carried a lot of miscellaneous stains. It was all most likely a mix of walker blood and squirrel blood. Carol had been a miracle worker in getting a lot of the stains out. She'd probably scrubbed for days to get them out.
It was then that Michonne came to the realization that this had to be the first time that they had been properly alone, with very little risk of being disturbed. He turned to look at her before dropping his head. Maybe it was in shame? She wasn't sure, but she wanted to change that. The silence between them was oddly comfortable; the former lawyer was expecting an awkward atmosphere.
She stood in front of him and raised her hand to stroke his cheek, for the first time he didn't shrink away from her touch as she ran her fingers over his rough stubble. Leaning forward she captured his lips in hers, this time he responded to the kiss, his soft lips moving with her and they drew the kiss out. A warm rush ran through her, as she raised her other hand to cup his face. They finally broke the kiss resting their foreheads against each other's.
She stared into his piercing blue eyes; her heart was pounding, both with nerves and excitement.
They broke apart still staring at one another, neither willing to break the silence, until a low guttural growl did that for them, a long walker approached, it was a man who had recently been turned, the flesh wounds had to be maybe a day or so old, his short hair was missing chunks and his clothes were torn. Michonne pulled her sword from its sheath, stabbing the walker through the eye
"thanks for the terrible timing" she muttered shaking her sword off before returning it to her sheath
"It doesn't matter" the hunter smirked as he stepped in front of her, a sudden burst of confidence surging through him
His warm lips met hers in a desperate kiss, his hands gripping her waist as she moved her hands to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair as their bodies drew closer, fitting together like one of those sappy romance novels Michonne sometimes read in her spare time before the dead started walking.
They broke the kiss again both out of breath, she felt like a teenager all over again, making out in secret.
"So I guess I'm going to ask this…" she took a deep breath placing her hands on his shoulders "do you want to be my boyfriend?" she felt ridiculous as the words came out of her mouth
"Yes" he answered in an instant, looking just as nervous as she felt
"Do we tell anyone?" she whispered
"Maybe after the first date" he joked, Michonne laughed quietly
"A candlelit dinner for two with venison stakes" she suggested sarcastically with a laugh
"ain't gonna lie, that's the only date I've got in mind" he chuckled
"We don't need dates" she shrugged; they hugged each other tight for what had to be a few minutes.
"Everyone's up, yew better go inside and pretend we aint jus' been makin' out" Daryl whispered with a chuckle as they pulled apart
"that's too bad, I like being alone with you" she whispered back stepping away from him, she hated to create the distance between them but if they were going to attempt to keep things quiet
"feelin's mutual sweetheart" he smiled before walking toward the corner of the porch, she walked to the door heading back inside. She went into the open plan living room and kitchen where Carol and Beth were cooking up some alternative breakfast for the group. Tyreese was sitting at the table watching the women cook. Michonne wasn't even sure she wanted to know what breakfast was this morning.
She went to the book shelf picking out a random book as she flipped through the pages, nothing really caught her eye, and she wasn't even sure what the book was. Her thoughts were stuck on Daryl and she really didn't mind, though she tried to ignore the worry that came to mind, there was still a chance that he would pull away from her.
She sat on one of the frumpy floral couches, getting comfortable in her spot, it was clear not everyone was awake just yet. One of the people still asleep being Andrea, the blonde liked her long sleeps and she was quite a heavy sleeper.
Daryl stomped into the house stopping for a moment to chat with Rick before trudging his way over to the couch and sitting at the opposite end to the former lawyer, this man was confusing.
"You wanna move closer? I don't bite" she teased
"I don't know if I should, I heard yew gurls 'ave got cooties" he chuckled
"you weren't worried before" she whispered with a grin
"yew've got a point 'Chonne" he slid across the couch, their legs were now touching and neither of them minded nor cared if anyone noticed.
"wanna cuddle?" she grinned sarcastically
"Cuddlin' is fer pussies" he chided playfully.
Daryl's POV
They sat there like that in comfortable silence as the rest of the group dribbled in one by one, each person letting their eyes sit on he and his girl…his girl…a little too long. He was still in shock that Michonne wanted him. Of all the people in the world he was sitting there with her, the most intelligent, beautiful woman he'd ever met. His mother would be proud, before the drinking started he remembered her as gentle and kind woman, if it weren't for his damn father maybe he'd have had a chance to be bought up by her.
He watched as Glenn approached the two of them, looking like he wanted to puke from nerves
"uh…hey guys" he rubbed his hands together looking between them
"there ain't no barn so what's wrong this time?" Daryl couldn't help but tease him
"very funny Daryl, I was just uh hoping one of you would come on a run with me today…I kind of want to propose to Maggie and leave before she wakes up…" he blurted out
"So yew want ta go on a ring run?" Daryl grinned, he was thrilled for them
"pretty much"
"Well then we betta get goin' "
"I was hoping Michonne could come too, I don't know if engagement and wedding rings are your style Daryl…no offense." He smiled at the hunter who simply nodded
"seems like a fine idea, we betta talk to Rick first, see if he needs any help"
The three of them were soon on their way out in Hyundai, Michonne drove with Glenn fidgeting nervously in the passenger's seat and Daryl in the back, smirking every time she raised her eyes to look at him. He was glad to see he wasn't the only one who did that.
"You need to calm down Glenn, Maggie will say yes" Michonne tried reassuring him for what had to be the fifth time "we'll find the perfect rings, get a little baby formula and be back by the afternoon so you can get it done."
"what if she doesn't say yes?" he agonized
"she'll say yes Glenn, she's in love with yew" Daryl added, he was amused by Glenn's nerves but understood them at the same time.
They made it to the small town 20 minutes later, parking on the outskirts. Daryl led the way with his bow, Michonne bought up the rear, sword in hand. If Daryl hadn't seen her take out that walker with her non dominant hand earlier he'd be dragging her back to the car and telling to stay there.
They made it to the jewellery store unscathed, the windows were already smashed but the place was seemingly empty of walkers, as was the town.
Michonne stepped in first ready to take out any walkers but there simply were none.
The odd display unit was smashed but most were surprisingly intact and full of jewellery, Daryl figured no one needed em anymore.
"Why don't we take it all, the girls will love em' and that way Maggie might like to pick her own ring" Michonne suggested.
Daryl surveyed the other displays as Michonne and Glenn started collecting from some others, he found a silver heart shaped locket that he figured might be perfect for the pictures he'd found in Michonne's bag on the first day she arrived. He slipped the locket in his vest pocket deciding to give it to her later before ransacking the display and tipping everything into his bag, it took them 20 minutes to get everything, there was far more than necessary, with the likelihood that most would remain untouched. He figured birthdays, if remembered were covered for the next 50 or so years.
They stopped by the drug store on their way out of town and took the few cans of baby formula that was there.
The drive back to the farmhouse had them all nervous and excited, Glenn's emotions were effecting them all. It made Daryl wonder if he'd get the chance in future and whether Michonne would accept.
They weren't in love, but Daryl wasn't even sure what love felt like, was it the ache he felt when he had to leave for watch or the way his heart pounded whenever they were together, he wasn't sure and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask anyone and look like a damn pussy.
They three of them carried their haul inside, careful not to let Maggie see though Daryl was sure Glenn would probably propose the moment he saw her.
The group gathered around as Glenn explained the situation as quietly as possible; Maggie was upstairs folding some of the laundry and hadn't heard them. Something Daryl was happy for, losing Hershel had left the eldest Greene a lot less bubbly and positive but Glenn would pull her out of that.
Twenty minutes of everyone's nervous chatter came to an end when Maggie finally emerged from upstairs totally oblivious to the groups on edge attitude.
"Maggie, can you come here for a sec" Glenn spoke trying to keep his voice steady
"of course I can" she beamed at him, totally unaware of the situation. Glenn had picked out a beautiful diamond ring that he deemed perfect.
She stood in front of the Korean still totally unaware until he dropped to one knee and took her hand in his. "Maggie Greene, would you do me the honour of being my wife?"
She stared down at him for at least a minute, making even Daryl nervous "YES!" she exclaimed launching herself into Glenn's awaiting arms before he slipped the ring on her finger.
Whilst the group was distracted Daryl pulled Michonne away from them, taking the locket out of his vest pocket "I found this fer yew, I was thinking maybe yew could stick the photos of yer girls in it" he suggested.
"Thank you Daryl, it's beautiful and that's a beautiful idea, I will do that" she leant up and gave him a kiss before fastening the necklace around her neck "it's perfect" she grinned
"Yer welcome sweetheart, I thought it'd suit yew and it did." She gave him another kiss, neither of them were bothered if the group saw.