AN: Chapter title comes from a lyric in the song You Give Me Something by James Morrison. This story is AU, and contains elements from the comics, TV show, and my imagination. If you haven't read all the comics or caught up on all three seasons then this story may contain spoilers. If you're a fan of The Walking Dead then you already know that this story will contain strong language, sex, and violence. Read at your own discretion. Comments are welcomed and appreciated.

11. For Every Piece of Me that Wants You

Daryl had never had the privilege of waking up next to a woman. The past few days waking up with Michonne's warm little body next to him was a new experience and something he didn't think he could live without now. For the longest time he'd never understood why people felt the need to been in relationships. All people in relationships seem to do was hurt each other, lie to each other, and cheat on one another. He'd never known a positive example of love in his life, never known unconditional love, and so he had learned never to rely on people, because he couldn't. The time he'd gotten lost in the woods as a boy for nine days and no one even noticed had taught him that relying on yourself was your best bet, but that was no longer true you had to rely on someone or you died. He'd come to rely on the others in the group, and not just to save his life, but as confidants, friends and family; he had more friends now than he ever did in his life, and a meaningful job, a woman. How fucked up was it he thought, when everyone else's life was being turned upside down his was almost normal.

"Wake up Spitfire it's mornin', Daryl whispered to Michonne, les go get something to eat."

She lie there for a few minutes and turned around to face him. "C'mon even before the world ended I never got to sleep in." Michonne said and snuggled closer to him.

"Awl right, he wasn't a fool he wasn't about to get out of a bed she was still in, five more minutes an then we gotta get up."

"I think you already are up." Michonne said grinding into his erection."

Daryl reached out to brush her hair away from her face and she smiled softly, she was so beautiful, he wondered how he spent so much time around her without noticing it sooner. He grabbed Michonne's legs and placed them on either side of his waist.

"Screw breakfast let's stay in bed all day."

Daryl kissed her slowly in place of an answer, and she shivered he loved how she responded to him. She might have been a fierce walker killing warrior, but she melted in his hands. He unbutton her jersey and slowly pulled it down hungrily kissing her exposed skin as he went. Michonne stared up at him with wide eyes her expression was serene, and she stroked the side of his face and then his hair slowly, and it made him feel more relaxed. Whenever he was with a woman before he'd only fucked as a release of sexual tension, never had he dared to care about the women he was with, because they'd deemed him worthless before he'd even taken his pants off. Michonne was different though, she understood exactly what kind of man he was and she still wanted him. For the first time in his life Daryl understood there was a difference between having sex, and making love. he didn't just want to fuck Michonne he wanted to make love to her, he wanted to make her want him as much as he wanted her.

Michonne rolled Daryl's pajama bottoms off of his hips and he kicked them off to the floor. He peeled her jersey off the rest of the way and bend down and trailed kisses down from her lips, to her chin, to the crook of her neck before kissing and nipping her collarbone. He felt like he could live in her skin. Michonne's hand slowly started stroking the head of his cock, and Daryl was going to come too early if she didn't stop, no way was he going to have a repeat performance of last time, so he grabbed her hands and put them on either side of her head and started kissing her deeply using tongue and rubbing his body over hers. Michonne moaned and squirmed underneath him, but there was nothing she could do with his weight on top of her. She thrust her hips against him and the feeling was dizzying. They were so close now that there wasn't an inch of space between them, their bodies were pressed together creating a pool of sweat between them. "Do ya want me?" He asked. He'd never asked a woman that before, because it never seemed to matter, but it mattered with Michonne because she mattered.

"Yes, yes, Michonne hissed, now just do it."

Daryl needed no second bidding. He parted her folds and then grabbed the head of his cock giving it a few strokes before thrusting into her, filling her to the hilt. "So fucking tight," Daryl growled. He could feel her all around him, warm wet and pulsing, her muscles gripped him and he could feel them shifting around his shaft like a massage. It was more pleasure than Daryl had ever felt in his life and he started to thrust wildly within her out of control and with no sense of timing or rhythm. He looked down at Michonne, her head was back, her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide. She was moaning and mewing like a cat in heat. He didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of her. She thrust upwards working her ass meeting him stroke for stroke rolling her hips working him for all he was worth. Daryl panted he could feel his legs shaking, he could feel himself coming apart. He gave Michonne a few long deep strokes watching her tits bounce, he wasn't going to cum until she did, he pulled almost all the way out of her, spread her, and then slammed back into her as his mouth smothered one of her nipples and sucked hard.

"Daryl!" Michonne screamed out so loud that it shocked them both. Her grip on him loosened and her head fell back, her walls constricted around him. She pulled him that little bit closer and he exploded with in her his cock jerked so long he wasn't sure if it ever stop. His chest heaved with deep ragged breaths, and he stayed with in her warmness for a few minutes wondering what in the hell she had just done to his body, orgasms he'd had, but this was something different.

"So ya do know my name" Daryl said when they'd finally gain composer of themselves.

"So you two are dating hun?" Glenn had asked as he sat across from the at the cafeteria styled lunchroom table. "I know it's because you both hate sleeves, right?"

Daryl and Michonne just stared at him.

Glenn scratched the back of his head "Umh right, anyway Rick wants to have a meeting about us going to get those other trucks."

"Where?" Daryl asked

"Conference room in about twenty minutes."

Carl came in shortly after Glenn did, and sat down next to Michonne, she lifted his hat off his eyes some so that he could see better.

"Thanks for bringing back the Harry Potter books they're really cool."

"And all it took was an Apocalypse for you to start reading." Rick said coming in and sitting down next to his son.

"You never read dad." Carl pointed out.

"Well I used to read all the time."

"Readin people their rights don count." Daryl quipped.

Rick opened his mouth to respond, but Andrea cut him off. "What's that smell? She sniffed the air, it smells like pancakes?

"Didn't you know? Maggie's making pancakes." Glenn said.

"Good." Carl said. "I'm sick of oatmeal."

"We're all sick of oatmeal." Andrea said, its the only damn thing we never run out of."

"Walkers, Daryl said, we never run out of them neither."

"Or roaches and mice." Michonne added.

"Or weird topics to bring up at the breakfast table." Tyreese said.

Daryl smiled as much of a loner as he tended to be, it was good to be back, he missed the camaraderie and the inside jokes that he shared with everyone. Today was a particularly good day. Everyone was full on pancakes, and even though there'd been no butter, and the syrup had ants in it, ("More protein." Axel had said.) for the moment everyone was full and happy.

"I'm gonna go talk to Merle fore a bit." Daryl said to Michonne who was busy listening to Carl regale her with one of Harry's many adventures. He found his brother in his cell sitting on his bed, and looking at an old stained copy of playboy.

Merle tossed the battered magazine aside when he saw Daryl. "Heard ya was goin out on a run, must think yer sumthin special sittin in Officer Friendly's inner circle, brignin back all them goods, fuckin that uppity nigg-

Daryl grabbed his brother by the collar. "Don't, don't you dare call her out of her name."

"Woo look at ya getting all ballsy, I guess what they say is true, once ya go black." Merle pushed Daryl's hands away as if he were simply flicking away a bothersome fly. "She maybe turnin ya out now, but jus remember blood is thicka than water, an ain't nobody gonna be there fer ya like I will, I'm yer brotha, yer family."

"Everyone here is my family." Daryl said.

Merle laughed. "When she dumps ya, and she will, I'll be the first ta say I told ya so, yer jus round to scratch an itch she can't scratch herself, ya know she'd rather have Tyreese fuckin her, all black bitches go crazy for Mandingo cock."

"Shut the fuck up Merle!" Daryl shouted. "Look jus don't go causin no trouble while I'm gone."

"Who'd fuck ya think yer talking to?" Mere asked indignant. I ain't a child."

"Ya sure the hell act like one, everyone else is playin by the rules why can't ya?"

"Cause we don do no fuckin rules, ya used to remember that, now yer jus Rick's bitch."

"I ain't nobody's bitch."

"Go on an leave, I'll be here when ya git back, I'm yer brotha, and I'm gonna always be"

Daryl left his brother's cell wondering how you could love someone so much when you literary hated them at times. His brother could fit in if he tried, things would be easier on him, but Merle never liked things to be easy, never liked following the rules, and expected Daryl to be just like him, but he wasn't. He'd changed when the world had ended, changed to someone better, and he knew his brother could too if he weren't so damn stubborn.

He headed back towards the cafeteria in search of Michonne. She was still sitting at the table, everyone else had gone.

"Sorry it took so long, things got a little heated with Merle."

"I wouldn't have expected any thing less, now come on Rick's been waiting for us."

Rick, Tyreese and Glenn were waiting for them in the conference room.

"I'm leaving Tyreese in charge, and I think the four of us should head out soon as the sun rises tomorrow, get the trucks and make a straight shot back, no more looting for now, with the four of us gone it leaves the prisons defenses low for too long" Rick said as soon as he and Michonne sat down.

"We got enough to get us through winter, iffen we ration more than enough." Daryl said.

"Plus it's smart to go when everyone's morale is high." Tyreese said.

"Yeah Maggie's not going to be happy about me leaving." Glenn said.

"Maggie is reasonable she'll understand. " Tyresee said slapping Glenn on the back.

"So we're all riding together right, I mean it makes the most sense." Michonne said.

"Yeah, we'll go in one of the SUV's." Rick said.

"Make sure you keep an eye on Merle." Rick said to Tyreese.

Daryl's jaw tensed when Rick said that, he hated for anyone to think badly of his brother, no matter how much of a asshole he acted like, he was his brother and they'd shared a lifetime together.

"So the plan is Tyreese keeps things safe while we're gone, the four of us will gas up and leave first thing in the morning and get back as soon as we can."

"Good plan." Tyreese said.

"Well if that's all I'm going to go get dressed for the party!" Glenn said jumping out of his seat and running out of the room.

"So what are ya gonna wear to the party?" Daryl asked Michonne.

"Oh it's a surprise." She said getting out of her chair and switching out of the room Daryl watched her go.

He had no ideal what he was going to ware, but there was plenty of new clean clothes. He went to the laundry room still trying to figure out what in the hell to wear, if it wasn't ripped jeans or sleeveless shirts he was at a loss.

Carol was in the laundry room folding towels, she paused when she saw him enter, and then continued folding.

"Hello Daryl."

"Hey Carol." He said shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another.

"You and Michonne, I have to say I didn't see that coming, but I'm happy for you."

"Sorry 'bout how things ended up between us."

"I'm not." Carol said. "You're one of my closest friends Daryl, but I'm in love with Tyreese, he lost his daughter too, and we bonded over that, if you and I were meant to be together then we would be."

"I glad yer happy, an I don hold nuttin against Tyreese, who could blame him fer fallin for ya."

"Thank you Daryl." Carol said kissing him on the cheek, I think Michonne is good for you, don't let your brother ruin your happiness."

"I won't." They stood there in silence for a moment, both thinking about their past and future. Daryl scratched the back of his head then looked up at Carol. "Ya think ya can help me find sumtin to wear to this party tonight?


The party was being held in the gym, which had been decorated like a high school dance. Balloons, streamers, and cut outs from every major Holiday decorated every inch of the walls. There were leprechauns next to Cupids, and Easter eggs next to stars and stripes. Tables had been dragged out and loaded up with food and drinks. Music played from the speakers. Everyone had taken dressing up very seriously. Maggie was in a flapper styled dress, and Glenn was wearing a suit, even Carl had managed to get in the spirit of things by wearing one of those tuxedo t-shirts and a top hat.

Daryl was wearing a blue long sleeved Henley shirt, Carol had convinced him not to rip off the sleeves, and a pair of khaki pants with no holes or tears, and a pair of leather loafers. He felt like a damn Mountain William and Merle would never let him live it down, but it was just for one night. He felt stupid and conspicuous just standing there so he poured himself a glass of Jim Beam and quickly downed it. He wonder where the hell Michonne was. Then he saw her and it was like on of his wet dreams come to life. She was wearing Daisy Dukes, a tight fitting pink halter top, and matching cowgirl hat and boots, she'd put her locs in pigtails, Daryl couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Ya git awl dressed up fer me?"

"What do you think?"

"I think ya look sexy as hell."

"Well don't get used to it this is like a one time thing," She smiled at him. "You look good, blue is your color it brings out your eyes."

"Yeah well Carol helped me pick it out."

"Oh really, how nice of her."

"Ya ain't jealous are ya?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you."

"Be lyin iffen I said no."

Michonne just laughed.

During dinner Rick gave them a toast, and then Daryl and Michonne told the group an abbreviated version of their trip, sometimes interrupting each other to add parts the other had forgotten, or finishing each others sentences, Daryl rested his hand on Michonne's thigh under the table and it felt so natural by now he didn't think anything of it. He was buzzed from one too many glasses of Jim Beam, and caught up in the excitement of being the heroes of the night. He didn't notice Merle glaring at the two of them.

"Time for the dance contest!" Sasha announced.

"Les get outta here." Daryl whispered in Michonne's ear. He didn't want to be anywhere near a dance contest. Without bothering with an explanation the two of them got up from the table causing Maggie to raise an eyebrow, Tyreese and Carol to exchange knowing looks, and Axel to suggestively wiggle his eyebrows. It was only Merle that had an angry look on his face.

"Hey guys wait up!" Carl called running after them.

"Maybe later Carl." Rick said catching his son by his shirt. "Daryl and Michonne need their rest."

"So that's what they're calling it these days." Axel said.

Daryl nor Michonne heard this exchange they'd run off to the library.

"Been dyin to kiss ya." Daryl said. No sooner were the words out of his mouth then he was pressing her into a bookcase, and his lips were on hers. Michonne sighed and Daryl ran his hands under her shirt and started to take off her bra but couldn't work the claps and so he just tore at straps ripping them apart.

"My bra, dammit do you know how hard it is to find a bra that fits during the Apocalypse?" Michonne cried.

"I'll sew ya a new one." Daryl said kissing her again, and absurdity of his statement made her laugh in his mouth giving him a very pleasant sensation. His hand popped the button on her shorts.

"Did you hear that?" Michonne asked suddenly.

"Did I hear what?" Daryl asked angling for her mouth, but Michonne pulled back.

"I thought I heard something." Michonne said and buttoned up her shirt and shorts.

Daryl looked around the corner and there was his brother standing in the doorway of library, how long he'd there he didn't know. From his position he couldn't see what they had been doing, but he surely heard them.

"Sorry didn't know anyone else was in here."

Daryl's hand dropped away from Michonne's waist and hastily stuffed her bra in his pants pocket,

"Ya gonna spend any time with me fer ya run off again, could be the last time I see ya alive"

"Instead of crying and whining every time your brother goes on a run why don't you come along?" Michonne asked stepping up to Merle with her hand on her hips.

"Ya really think Officer Friendly would let me go?"

"Majority rules, and I'm sure Glenn would like to stay behind to smooth over things with Maggie."

"What about it Daryl ya want me comin along?"

Daryl looked at Michonne for a moment wondering what in the hell she was up to. "Don't see why not."

"Good then it's settled I'll tell Glenn he's been replaced then we'll all go update Rick." Michonne said with an affirmative nod.

"What in the hell was that all about?" Daryl asked as they walked back to the gym.

"I'm smart enough to know I'm not going to win if I try and come between you and your brother, he's scared of losing you to all of us and to me."

Daryl realized Michonne was right, Merle was scared of losing him. All their lives they were all each other had. Merle had been vocal to him about that fear ever since they'd arrived at the prison. At first neither of them had fit in and that was just fine, but now Daryl had a place and a girl and that scared Merle. They never intended to stay with the group for this long, but then people started to look to him for food, for survival and Daryl had talked his brother into staying even though he didn't fit in and the others didn't trust him.

"Rick ain't goin to like this."

"I don't like it either, but I'm just trying to make things work." Michonne said.

Back in the gym they found Glenn slow dancing with Maggie, Daryl tapped him on the shoulder. "Change of plans, ya ain't gotta go on that run tomorrow, think of it as an early weddin present."

"Really?" Maggie said her face lighting up. "Thanks guys."

"Well that was easy, Michonne said, now lets go find Rick."

Rick was sitting in the bleachers talking to Hershel.

"Rick can we talk to you for a sec?" Michonne asked motioning him to the bottom of the bleachers where they were standing.

"What's up?"

"There's been a little change of plans, Glenn is staying behind and Merle is coming along."

"Merle?" Rick scoffed. "You want Merle to come along on a run?"

"Why not?" Michonne asked. "He can track and he's got military experience."

"Can we trust him?" Rick asked looking Daryl in his eyes.

"Corse ya can, ya trust him to git yer food doncha"

Rick sighed. "All right then if that's how you want it."

They left early in the morning, with Axel, Billy and Tyreese seeing them out. Glenn hotwired a Land Rover and Rick drove and Merle rode shotgun neither looked too thrilled. Daryl sat next to Michonne in the back seat.

"A helicopter!" Rick shouted suddenly. "Did you see that a helicopter!"

"Could be military we need ta follow it!" Merle said.

Daryl looked out the window and sure enough there was a helicopter. "Well if that don beat fuckin awl." He said.

"No!" Michonne cried. "Look! Smoke! It's crashing!"

Daryl watched with a sicking feeling rising in his stomach as a thick black cloud of smoke billowed from the helicopter as it swerved and swayed before it dropped out of sight.