Summary: Sometime during/after "Knots Untie." Michonne and Daryl have a chat.
"You and Rick, huh?"
Michonne turned at the sound of Daryl's voice. He was leaning in the kitchen doorway, eating an apple.
Michonne smiled to herself. "Yeah. Me and Rick." Her brow furrowed, and she looked at him. "You weren't surprised," she stated.
"Nah. Knew for awhile how Rick felt. He told me back at the prison."
Michonne's eyes widened. "He did?"
"Mmm. Every time you'd leave, looking for the Governor, he'd want to go after you and couldn't. Told him you'd be back around."
Michonne smiled at him. "He was worried."
"'Bout you? 'Course. When I saw the three of you together after…seemed right."
Michonne nodded. "It was. Is."
Daryl shrugged. "No argument, here. Anyway, you two been walking around like old marrieds for the longest. 'Bout time you wisened up and made it official," he said, taking another bite. "Don't screw it up," he said with a smirk, turning away.
Michonne scoffed, leaning back against the sink. "Yeah."