A/N – Okay this request is for Hershy26; as per my last chapter A/N they requested Michonne/Governor/Merle/Daryl. This chapter has a non/con scene, you have been warned. What initially happens to Michonne did in fact happen along with a hell of a lot more in the comic's (yes I read those). I have picked this up where Merle and Daryl escape Woodbury and Michonne kills Penny, the Governor's zombie daughter. Now Hershy26, requested hot enough to melt their iPhone, I don't know that I succeeded with that this time, despite the non/con situation Michonne took a different turn with me. But nevertheless I hope you'll enjoy the Governor, Michonne and her Dixon's.
Her hands scrabble for the shard of glass on the floor, but it stubbornly stays out of reach. She focuses on getting to it ignoring the hands pulling down her trousers and panties and the mouth biting her flesh. His breath is hot and fetid on her backside. He chuckles against her as he maneuvers himself between her kicking legs. Michonne closes her ears to him, to his groans and grunts, she refuses to give him the satisfaction of turning from her goal of that shard of glass that will save her life.
She refuses to fight him off the way a normal woman would. She was not normal and if she was, she would not give him the satisfaction he craved like a drug, the sick fuck that he was. She can't help the moan of pain that leaves her mouth and swears he will not hear another sound from her when he chuckles darkly above her.
"That's it my dark beauty, scream for me now." He rams his fingers inside her, she is bone dry and that just makes him laugh all the more. "Gonna be tight in this black cavern you call a cunt, I like tight." He laughs again and Michonne's spine curls in dread but she will not be dissuaded from her goal.
Biting down on her lip in concentration her fingers manage to get another inch closer, so close and yet so far. And then he withdraws his fingers and his penis pushes inside her with bruising force. She cannot help but squeeze her eyes shut for a few seconds as tears roll unbidden down her cheeks. She will kill him, she swears as she opens her eyes, blinking past the tears she stretches again. Ignoring his panting thrusts she manages to find some purchase on the floor and push herself forward, still not close enough, but closer.
And then he is grunting and moaning in her ear, his mouth clamping down on her neck as he rapes her into the floor. She will kill him she swears. Closing her eyes again for a few precious seconds she feels his hips bruise her backside as his cock bruises her insides. And then he comes. Bile rises in her throat at the thought of him being inside her, of his sperm being inside her. She will kill him she swears. He collapses on her, pinning her completely to the floor for several minutes. And then as he is moving his hips leave her for a few seconds and she takes advantage, pressing her toes into the floor and pushing forward those last few inches, she snatches up the glass and turns thrusting it into his eye, letting it go as he screams like the coward she knows he is at heart and crawls backward.
Michonne uses the opportunity to get to her feet. Ignoring his semen running down her thighs she pulls up her pants and fastens them haphazardly as she walks to her katana. She has it in her hands turning to end him when she is stopped by the click of a gun. Turning she sees Andrea in the doorway, with a look of horror on her face. But the horror is directed at her, not the Governor. Michonne realises she hadn't seen what he'd done to her, Andrea still thinks he's the innocent one. And like that she is dead inside. She backs up, moving around without taking her eyes from Andrea and they stealthily circle each other like feral dogs until Michonne is in the doorway, and then she turns and is gone.
Hours later she is in a creek as dawn nears. She's vomited several times since leaving Woodbury. And now she is standing in a creek in Walker infested territory trying to rid herself of him from the inside. She knows it's useless, that he's already done his damage, she is bleeding and has nothing to stem it with. As some Walker's spy her and stumble forward she wades to shore and continues on her way. She stumbles across the group and is nearly killed for it. It would almost be a blessing she thinks. Except she'd die without him having died first and that is not acceptable. So she lowers her eyes and says what she needs to in order to be taken back to the prison where there are medical supplies. The ensuing argument between everyone and the Dixon's rages without her input. But she sees Merle watching her closely on the few occasions he's silent before Rick knocks him unconscious.
She'd always thought he saw more than he gave the impression of. Just like his brother. When he comes to and they leave she feels a loss she can't examine yet. She is too anxious to be at the prison. When they arrive back it is several hours before she can approach Herschel. She doesn't want to, she needs to. He insists on an examination, but bows to her wishes and does it without any other's present. When she is dressing again he begins to speak.
"Vaginal tearing, which I expect you know. The bite mark on your bottom will scar. You'll probably bleed for a few days yet. Here are the pills. Take them as the directions say. You're still in plenty of time, they'll work." He paused, looking at her as she stands looking down at the morning after pill in her hands. "Michonne, I know you're a woman of deed rather than words, but if you ever find that you have need to use words, I'd be more than happy to listen, or just keep you company if you'd like. What happened wasn't your fault, but sometimes it's hard to remember that." Herschel stands on his crutches and nods at her before he hops around cleaning up.
Michonne looks at him when he has finished, he is waiting for her to take her leave she realises. "Thank you." It is all she says before she turns and is gone as if she'd never been there in the first place. Herschel sighs wondering how she'll cope. Well at first he wagers, but the strongest of the strong still have their weak moments.
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Somehow instead of leaving as Rick told her she would, she ends up staying. And days later Merle takes her ostensibly to give her back to that sick fuck in order to peace among their groups. She surprises herself for not fighting him, though inside she is railing. And it is after they've fought the small herd at the motel and they're on their way again that he stops suddenly.
"He fucked you over literally." It is a statement, not a question, he knows.
"Yes." She confirms what he knows.
"Guess you want to kill the fucker too then." She nods.
"I will kill him." She answers.
"Okay, here's the plan then." And he begins to speak. And she is shocked at the tactician's mind he displays. They organise and go ahead. And it nearly works. She nearly kills him, but for some reason she finds herself saving Merle instead. He is furious at her but she ignores him. She was sure there had been a reason for it, she just needed to figure out what it was. As they walk back having run out of fuel it's heading toward evening when they come upon Daryl. He looks at them both as he catches his breath.
"Fuck, Mer if you ever fuckin' take off like that again, I'll fuckin' kill you myself!" He yells in Merle's face. Michonne shakes her head at the two of them and continues on toward the prison.
"He'll be back hard now." She says to Merle.
"Yeah, can't fuckin' wait." He answers her as he spits on the ground. For the first time since the Governor had his hands on her Michonne finds herself smiling. She surprises herself by meaning it.
Their fight at the prison they win and take on to Woodbury but it's too late. He is gone. She stands there feeling impotent rage bubble inside her at the thought that he'd escaped. She wanted nothing more than to smash and beat everything within her sight into the ground but before she can decide where to start Merle is standing in front of her.
"Down girl, we'll get him eventually, fucker won't be able to stop himself from comin' back, just gotta make sure we're ready for him is all. You'll get him, I guarantee it." She looks at him as he speaks. His voice is casual, off the cuff even but the way he looks at her tells her more than his words. She nods slowly and her rage dissipates.
"What'd you say Mer?" Daryl questions as he comes up to them.
"Never you mind baby brother, never you mind, me and my Nubian Queen here were just shooting the shit." Merle winks at her and again Michonne surprises herself by smiling again and meaning it.
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Days pass into weeks, weeks into months and while her body heals, her spirit does not. She does her best but something is missing. It is not until she watches Merle and Daryl come back from a hunt one day that she realises what it is. Her last step, she needs to be with a man again. She scrubs her hands over her face and through her dreads at the thought. It curdles her insides. But the idea sticks. More days pass while she turns it over in her mind.
Michonne remembers Herschel's words. Three days later the opportunity arises. "How do I overcome being sexually active again?" She is blunt in her question.
Herschel sits down, taking his time settling himself while he formulates an answer. "Are you sure you're ready to become intimate again?" He asks as an opener. He's feeling his way with Michonne, she is not an easy person to read.
"I, I think so. Or at least to try." Herschel nods as she says this.
"That's a good start, the wanting to try. I expect that a lot of it will depend on your man. He'll need to understand what you've been through, so he can be prepared you might not be able to go through with it at first." Herschel says to Michonne as he wonders who she is interested in. He hasn't seen her with anyone in particular. None of the men have paid any attention to her, most of them, never mind the rest of the people are scared of her. With good reason. "And you'll need protection too of course." He finishes.
"So I should tell them what happened?" Herschel nods.
"If you're looking to be intimate with someone Michonne, they deserve to know so they can make allowances for it, compensate for it if need be."
Michonne scrubs her hand over her face again and up through her dreads. Protection is fine, she'd had condoms for a while, they'd appeared in her cell one day courtesy of some fairy. She tossed them aside, but she'd kept them. She nods. "Thank you, you've made my decision a lot easier." And before she's realised she was going to do it and before Herschel realised either Michonne has dropped a kiss on his forehead and walked away. Herschel stares after still in the dark as to who she's going to try to have sex with. Shaking his head he decides it's not any of his business anyway.
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A week later Michonne joins the Dixon's on a hunt. Merle was most often out on a hunt, after he'd given his military opinion on how to fortify the prison he'd left it to the other's when he'd gotten into too many fights. Said he preferred the woods anyway. They trek together. All of them comfortable with silence. Michonne is aware of her surroundings but she is also not paying overt attention to them being in between the two men, she is completely safe. She is only just now admitting to herself she only feels safe when around the Dixon's particularly the elder one.
Despite his mouth and attitude, Merle makes her feel safe Probably because aside from Herschel he's the only one who knows what has happened and he treats her no different despite that fact. They camp for the night at a cabin Daryl found some time ago, it's a good holding point. He does a patrol of the woods and she and Merle stay inside a lantern burning on low. They don't talk but Michonne is aware of him as she hasn't been aware of men for some time. It was like she'd watched them return that day and her libido had been jump started at their beauty.
And they were beautiful. Both of them. She swallows but before she can say anything Daryl enters and settles down after laying the traps. He turns his back and it's the two of them again.
"Gonna ask me then?" Merle speaks before Michonne can gather her courage to.
"Will you?" She asks.
"Will I what? Ain't a mind reader woman." Michonne narrows her eyes and her fingers brush her katana as she thinks of gutting Merle. He surprises her by chuckling.
"You want a piece of me, gutting me like a fish ain't gonna help." She can't help but cut her eyes to Daryl and Merle chuckles again. "Darylena won't fuck you without me, he's funny like that. Two of you be peas in a pod with the fuckin' issues you've both got." He sighs elaborately so she knows he's kidding and continues "Make me feel like your fuckin' parent the way you both need your nappies changed." Daryl speaks without turning.
"Call me a fuckin' kid again and I'll piss on you brother and don't you forget it." Michonne snorts in shocked laughter at his words. She laughs more as Merle answers.
"You would too you fucker." He grumbles some more but moves forward until he's closer to Michonne. "So you wanna fuck me then? Get back on the horse?" She nods. "Got rubbers?" She nods again. "When then?" She thinks. Now is perfect actually but they're not alone. As if he hears her thoughts Daryl speaks.
"Ain't leavin', if you're gonna fuck be quiet." His shoulders move before he stills again.
"Okay baby brother, don't you worry. We won't tell anyone if you jack off, Mich and I can keep a secret can't we baby?" Michonne snorts in laughter again. As irritating as Merle is to the others, now she is used to him he mostly makes her laugh. Then she stands up and starts to disrobe having made her decision. She unbuttons and unzips everything then removes her boots and socks followed by the rest of her clothes. Merle simply sits and watches her without saying a word. As she gets to the end, removing her trousers and panties she notices that Daryl has turned on his back and is watching her with an arm under his head, exposing that tattoo on his inner bicep. She's always wanted a closer look at it.
Then she stands in front of Merle. He looks her over like she's a piece of meat. But his gaze is hot making her feel warm wherever his eyes look. "Rubbers?" He asks. Ignoring Daryl she turns to her pack and bending over, reaches for them. Merle groans aloud. "Fuck woman, you have one fine arse, don't she brother?" Michonne turns back around with them and looks over at Daryl.
He is looking at her with a hooded gaze. "Yeah, she does Mer." He answers simply making no other movement. His gaze makes her feel heated too. Michonne hands them to Merle and waits for him.
Standing he disrobes also and Michonne watches in turn. He is beautiful. Hard, work toughed muscles, grey hair smattering his wide chest, and his legs. God, his legs were to die for. Michonne hesitates.
"Will you be okay if I can't?" She stops not knowing how to phrase her question.
"What? If you can't go through with it?" She nods.
"Yeah, I'll be okay, ain't nothing I haven't been through before." She frowns at him and Daryl clarifies.
"Mer was fond of women who liked to live to excess." Michonne looks at him. "Side effect is they'd pass out a lot." Shaking her head Michonne laughs again. Somehow it was typical of Merle.
"Um, well then…where do you want me?" She feels like a virgin on her wedding night. Despite everything she has been through, what the Governor did to her, Merle is making her feel untouched. It is a gift she thinks. Merle simply sinks to the floor on his bedding.
"Right here baby." Michonne kneels also. She doesn't know if he'll want to kiss her or what. She'd prefer to just fuck but she knows Merle won't want that and as he's doing this for her, she feels it's only right he decide. Merle looks her over. "He didn't get to mark you?" Michonne purses her lips and then turns around showing him her backside. Looking over her shoulder she points to the scar. She heals well, it's barely visible, but when you see it you can tell immediately it's a bite mark.
"Fucker, he got you from behind?" His voice is low and dangerous. Michonne looks at Merle in puzzlement, if she didn't know better she'd swear he cared. She nods. And like a shot Daryl is off his bedding and looking at her arse as well. She flinches away but his hand shoots out keeping her in place. It takes all her will not to lash out and fell him. Merle talks to her, calming her. "Easy there darlin' Darylena's just lookin' I didn't tell him what the fucker did, figured it was your business now didn't I?" His hand soothes her, stroking her arm up and down as if she was a fretful mare. "There now, he's just lookin' he won't be doin' anything, less you want him too that is." Merle's chuckle fills the room and Michonne's insides curl. She turns away blinking madly, she is getting aroused by the thought of both Dixon's, her body is saying it's amenable to Merle's suggestion.
But she knows her mind, knows she's not up to that. Yet.
She turns around and takes Merle's hand. Detesting herself for the vulnerability she's about to display she nevertheless is honest because she hates dishonesty even more. "We need to do this now." She is telling him to hurry before she loses her courage. Merle just nods and pushes her down on the bedding. Daryl goes back to his lying down with his back to them again. On her back with Merle coming up between her legs Michonne looks up at the ceiling. She starts when Merle's fingers push at her entrance.
"Easy darlin'," He says again. "Just checkin'. You're a mite dry, I'm gonna help with that okay?" Before Michonne has realised what he's doing he is down on the floor between her legs and licking at her. She shudders as his breath makes her flash on the rancid breath that had last been there on her skin, she raises an arm across her mouth as she forces her scream back in her mouth. It's not him. She tells herself over and over until she accepts that it is not someone harming her as Merle's rough tongue licks at her. He surprises her by purring. "Sweet taste you have darlin', gonna stay here a while if you don't mind?" It takes her several seconds to realise he has actually asked her a question, stopping what he is doing and waiting for her answer.
"I, uh." She clears her throat. "No, I don't mind." He purrs again and sets back to his task of making her wet. And then his tongue circles her clit and Michonne's back arches in pleasure before she knows where she is.
"Oh, now that's it darlin' keep doin' that for us yeah? We like that." Again her mind is sluggish. It takes her a bit to realise Merle saying 'we' means he and Daryl. When Michonne realises this she looks over at Daryl to find him once again staring at her. He has moved, now sitting up with his back against the wall. One leg straight out in front of him, the other bent at the knee with an arm resting on it. His other is stroking his erection as he watches her. His eyes are hooded and his breathing is fast. Their eyes meet and Michonne's arousal increases at the thought that she is watching one Dixon play with himself while the other eats her out.
And then Daryl speaks. "She tastes good Mer?" He asks as his nimble fingers undo his pants, taking out his cock and starting to stroke it, right there in front of Michonne and his brother.
Merle looks up at Michonne and then over at Daryl. "Tastes like heaven baby brother, play your cards right, this might be you next time." He bends back to Michonne's pussy and Michonne closes her eyes and ears, opening herself to simply feeling. She feels the rasp of Merle's tongue, the firm and yet gentle way he keeps her thighs apart. The fine trembling in his arms telling her he's aroused himself. She feels Daryl's arousal reaching out to her from across the room. It envelops her and Merle like a warm blanket, the smell of all three of them mingles in the room, intertwining until Michonne can't separate the three of them anymore. And all the while Merle is licking her, making her wetter and wetter.
Making her want his cock more and more. She is reaching for an orgasm, suddenly after months of never even thinking of it, her sex drive is back with a vengeance. And just as Merle's tongue slides from her clit down her pussy to her arse and back up again where he settles with a moan and starts to flick and lick over and over at her clit, Michonne comes.
Her body erupts unexpectedly between a lick and a flick and she moans with her neck arching back and her eyes closing tight. Her arms thrash out and she suddenly finds a hand grasping one of hers in a vice-like grip. And then her moan turns to a protest as she feels that tongue leave her. Then suddenly something else replaces it, it is thick and hard and hot. A rubber smell mixes in with their scents and weight comes down slowly on her. Her body tenses, the aftershocks of her orgasm still making her tremble.
Merle stops moving, holding himself above her on his elbows. Daryl still holds her hand. "Okay darlin'?" He asks.
Michonne takes a few moments to answer him. She wants to be sure. She feels slightly panicky, and a little tense but not overwhelmingly so. She is fighting an urge to push Merle away but for some reason Daryl holding her hand is helping keep that at bay. Eventually she nods. But Merle doesn't move.
"Darlin'?" Michonne answers with a hmm sound.
"Ain't gonna' move until you look at me now, need to see for myself you're okay." Michonne frowns slightly but she opens her eyes and looks at Merle. His face is above her. Steel grey hair, blazing blue eyes, crooked nose and those somehow perfect teeth. Despite all the brawls she's sure he's been in over the years his teeth have not been chipped or broken. She smiles up at him. Looking down at her Merle smiles back. "Good yeah?" She nods. "Wanna come again?" She nods. "Let's see what we can do about that then huh?" She nods. And Daryl laughs.
"Just fuckin' get on with it, such a fuckin' ham Mer." Merle laughs this time and Michonne, against all odds finds herself laughing as well. How is it possible that her first sexual experience after being violated had turned into this laughing episode of sex? Of course she knows. It was them. Merle and Daryl Dixon. If it was anyone else it would be serious business. They made it light and fun. And comfortable. Even with both men in the room and her being in the most vulnerable of positions, she is one hundred percent comfortable. And she thinks you can't put a price on that.
Still though she doesn't move, she may be emotionally comfortable but her physical comfort is still far from stable. Merle's weight on her is making her nervous as much as she knows he's not hurting her, will not hurt her she's still wanting to push him off. He looks down at her, eyes narrowed as he looks her over.
"You've got to hurry." Is all she says. Merle purses his lips.
"Want me to stop?" She shakes her head.
"No, I want you to finish, but you need to hurry." Still he hesitates and Michonne thinks she might have to tell him to stop though she doesn't want to. It wouldn't be fair to him after what he'd done for her already. But Daryl intervenes.
Taking her shoulder with his other hand he speaks "Mer, do as she says, she wants you to come, but she's not gonna last much longer." Merle suddenly nods and starts to move in Michonne, her pleasure has ebbed away during their conversation, her physical nerves outweighing her emotional state. She finds herself gripping Daryl's hand tightly as Merle moves in her. She can take it but she's having flash backs. She closes her eyes but that makes it worse.
"Michonne, look at me." Daryl is speaking to her. "Hold my hand, squeeze it hard as you need to. We're both here, ain't goin' anywhere, you want him to stop he'll stop. You want to change positions he will, 'k?" Michonne looks at Daryl's eyes, identical to Merle's and yet different, she nods. She keeps looking at him as Merle moves inside her. Then she hears a huff.
"Could fuckin' look at me darlin' makin' me feel an awful lot like that fucker you know." Michonne's eyes break away from Daryl and look at Merle. He is not the Governor, she knows that, she understands that and he is not making her feel violated. But she is still not comfortable. That said she needs to reciprocate for what Merle has done for her so far. For what he's doing now. She let's go of Daryl's hand and brings both arms up clasping them around Merle's shoulders and she surprises them all by leaning up and kissing Merle.
His lips are unresponsive for a few seconds in shock but before Michonne can pull away he is kissing her back, his mouth moving over hers and boy can he kiss. She finds her toes curling he is that good. Moving her legs up around Merle's hips Michonne starts to move in counterpoint to his thrusts. Though she recognises she won't come again, she has made herself more comfortable by taking part during their intercourse. Sliding her legs around Merle, she deliberately digs her heels into his arse, it feels firm and tight under them making her wonder if the brothers both share a fine-looking naked backside.
Merle breaks away from kissing her lips to move down her neck, licking and sucking as he goes and Michonne finds her eyes open and looking into Daryl's now. His own eyes are looking not into her eyes, his gaze is resting on her lips. His hand is still on her shoulder. She can see his erection standing up between his legs. She finds herself reaching from Merle to Daryl, her hand gliding up his thigh and over his stomach, up his chest to his neck, where she reaches around and pulls him down to her.
Daryl hovers his mouth over hers for what seems like forever as they look at each other. His brow quirks, questioning if she's sure. Michonne nods. She is sure. Still looking at her just as Merle did he leans in and presses his lips on hers. They're soft, so very soft with the same underlying firmness Merle's have. And they're expert too. His stubble is by turns harsh and tickling, depending on the angle he turns her mouth to. All the while his eyes are open, looking at her, assessing her, making sure she's okay. And she is. He takes her concentration allowing Merle to continue. He pushes up onto his knees and starts to thrust faster chasing his own orgasm. Michonne feels her body twinge unexpectedly but not in a bad way. Rather she is beginning to feel pleasure again.
As Merle boils over in orgasm Michonne smiles into Daryl's kiss and she feels him smiling back before he breaks away to look at her. "Okay?" He asks her as his hand on her shoulder strokes it gently.
"Yeah, I am. Thanks." He merely nods at her and moves back to the wall. She looks over, his cock is hard and aching, she can see pre-come dripping from it. She frowns going to say something but he forestalls her.
"Next time, yeah?" Michonne blinks several times as she processes his question. Biting her lip she looks at Merle, Daryl is still somewhat of an unknown. Merle she knows, Merle she trusts.
"Will you be there too?" She asks him hating the hesitation in her voice, hating the dependence but knowing that somehow her recovery is tied up with this man, maybe with both of them. Her insides curdle at the thought of having sex with Rick or Tyrese or any of the other new arrivals. It is only the Dixon's she wants in her life in this respect. Only them she trusts.
Merle pulls out of her and takes off the condom tying it off. Then he leans down and kisses her, hard and brief on her lips. Breaking away he smiles that mile-wide grin of his and says "Try keepin' me away children." At that sentence Michonne finds herself curling on the floor as she laughs. And then she hears Daryl moving looking up in time to see him stand with his cock out as he jerks off and out of nowhere he comes, deliberately aiming for his brother his first squirts land on Merle before he realises what Daryl has done.
On a curse he moves backward and the rest of Daryl's come lands on Michonne as she is laughing too hard to move. She finds herself not minding. "Sure got you back. Better than pissing on you." She says between laughs at Merle who is cursing soundly at Daryl. She laughs again marveling at them and that they gift her with this laughter during such an intimate moment. Then without thinking she swipes her fingers through Daryl's come where it landed on her hip and licks it off still smiling.
Both Dixon's freeze as she does that, watching her hungrily. Michonne looks up at them both as Merle is standing now too. And suddenly she feels powerful; female and feline, sinuous and sexy. They're both looking at her as if they want to fuck her into the ground, all humour gone. She looks down at the rest of Daryl's come and looking back at them she scoops more up and licks it off keeping eye contact with them both as she does so, licking slow. One finger at a time, bathing them to make sure she gets everything, repeating the process until she is clean.
Then she crawls to Merle, where he is standing still, Daryl's ubiquitous red rag in his hand having frozen in the act of cleaning himself to watch her lick his brother's come off herself. Kneeling up, Michonne places her hands on his thighs and then leans in, her tongue flicking out and over his stomach where the first two shots of Daryl's come had landed. She licks slowly, still savouring the taste. She can hear Merle breathing evenly above her. And then before she loses her courage she takes his soft cock into her mouth and cleans him of herself and the rubber he'd worn. When she has finished he's semi-hard again but Michonne has used nearly all of her courage. She has enough to do one more thing. She stands and kisses Merle softly.
Walking back to where Daryl is still standing she kneels again and cleans his cock as well. He is fully hard again by the time she finishes but she is trembling as her nerves have returned full force. She's panicked at the thought of what she'd just done, flashbacks are nearly overwhelming her. Then suddenly Merle is behind her, pulling her down he lays down and spoons behind her telling Daryl to get their pillows. He arranges them and Michonne lies there with his huge body spooning her gently. Then she is surprised to hear Daryl moving. He pulls his bedding closer, but not as close as Merle and lies down facing her. His hand reaches out gently stroking her face, pushing her dreads off it before he moves it away and turns down the light, plunging the cabin into darkness.
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Several days later back at the prison Michonne is eating dinner when both Dixon's join her, sitting either side of her at the bench. She raises her eyebrows as she looks at Daryl and then Merle where her gaze stays. "Hey darlin' just checkin' all is okay with you, you've been quieter than normal since we got back." He says as he starts to eat. She notices his piece of meat hasn't been cut and before she thinks about it, she takes it as she's seen Daryl do and cuts it up. Hearing a snort she looks over at Daryl to see him grinning at her.
"Thank you darlin'" Merle says as he starts to eat it. Michonne shrugs.
"So, you okay then? Or gettin' there?" Daryl questions her this time.
Michonne sips her water while she thinks about it. She is okay for the most part. But, "Had some dreams since I got back, figure it's because I did it. Kind of brought it back to the forefront you know?" She looks at neither of them as she speaks.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Daryl answers her as Merle continues to eat though she knows he's listening. "Sometime it just hits you out of nowhere, only when you think later that you realise what set if off." He stops talking at starts to eat himself. Michonne is about to stand when Merle finishes eating and speaks.
"Officer Friendly has asked us to do a longer supply run, several days away, told us to pick our team. We pick you. Don't need no other fuckers slowing us down." He looks at her, making her aware that while he's telling the truth he's also saying it's a way for them to be together again if she wants. Her answer is easy.
"When do we leave?" She stands as she asks this and steps away from the table.
"Day after tomorrow." Merle answers her and she nods.
It is later that evening when Herschel stands at her cell entrance.
"May I come in Michonne?" She nods.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay, to go on the run with Daryl and Merle they can be irascible, I'm sure Rick would send someone else with them. I can talk to him if you'd like." He settles on her stool as best he can. Normally at this point Michonne would be telling someone to mind their own business. But this is Herschel, he had helped her, as Merle had done, more he'd kept his help confidential.
"No, they're fine. I'm comfortable with them." She wonders if he'll leave it at that but she doubts it.
"Comfortable enough to spend several days and nights with them? I know you've had the occasional hunting trip but this is different." His tone is nothing but concerned and if it was anything else Michonne wouldn't say what she's about to.
"Herschel, it's them that I got back on the horse with. It's truly okay for me to travel with them, I wouldn't be comfortable travelling with anyone but them to be honest." She paused to see how Herschel responded. Beyond a slight widening of his eyes and raised eyebrows he didn't say a word. And his expression wasn't condemning her. "Merle, he knew from the beginning, he's smart; he figured it out." She pauses again. "He was nothing but comfortable. Neither was Daryl." She stops here feeling she's explained enough. And besides she hasn't actually had sex with Daryl, though she had a feeling she'd be rectifying that soon enough.
Herschel breathes in deeply and then out. Michonne waits patiently for him to speak knowing he's formulating what he wants to say. He leans toward her speaking softly. "If it were anyone else, I'd ask them if they knew what they were doing getting involved with not one but both of them. But Michonne, I've seen the way they are with you. I honestly don't think you could have picked anyone more suited to you." He paused, not sure if he should continue then decided to. "I think you'll be good for them too. But," He hesitates again then continues damning everything and putting it in God's hands "you'll make a lot of women unhappy, taking both of them." Michonne suddenly lets go with a peal of laughter so light and free she stops abruptly wondering what the hell had left her mouth.
Herschel's chuckle following in her wake had her laughing again. Shaking her head she stood as Herschel did, walking with him the few steps to her cell entrance. Again she surprises both of them by bussing him on the cheek. "Thank you, for everything Herschel." He blushed at her even as his eyes twinkled down at her.
"You know even ten years ago I think I'd have thrown my own hat into the ring. But I look at you and I see the battle has been won before the war even started with the brother's." He shakes his head as he walks away. Michonne goes back to her bed lying down still laughing.
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Three days later finds them in a town miles away gathering supplies in a pharmacy. They've brought a truck and packed it carefully each time ensuring they can take the maximum load home with them. Conversation between them has ranged between music, hunting, movies and past relationships. The first night they'd spent on the road in the back of the truck. The second in an old gas station that had been abandoned well before the outbreak. Tonight however they had a town to choose from. They take everything from the pharmacy that isn't nailed down. Daryl is in the dispensary and she and Merle are tackling the rest of the store. She's on her stomach looking under the shelves for stuff that has been dropped in haste. There is always a surprising amount. Using her katana still in its scabbard she pulls and pushes the dropped stuff out from under each shelf.
As she finally stands Merle looks over at her. "Wanna fuck tonight woman?" Michonne looks at him.
"Yes," She answers him.
They head to the residential section and select a house to stay in, hiding their absence from any other travelers, they settle in for the night. The pipes still work so Michonne showers first, the water is cold but welcome.
Daryl and Merle shower after her. They settle in with their food and as darkness falls Merle looks at her. "You ready? Don't wanna push you though." Michonne nods.
"Guess we should go upstairs then." Daryl stands and offers a hand to her. Merle heads upstairs not waiting for them.
Michonne frowns at the top of the stairs when Daryl leads her to a smaller bedroom at the back of the house. In the setting sun Michonne can see a glimmer of light from a doorway. "Figured we should stay at the back of the house so the light can't be seen from the street." Merle speaks as Michonne stops in the doorway. They'd been busy when she'd showered. The mattress from the main bedroom was in here now, on the floor covered in a clean sheet from the linen press she'd already decided to pack and take back. And Merle had just finished lighting some of the candles she'd seen scattered around the home.
"Why? Why me?" She questions Merle knowing full well that his offer to her had been finalised with him screwing her back at the cabin. Merle shrugs but Daryl answers her as he starts to disrobe.
"We like you, you ain't afraid of us. And," He sits on the floor to unlace his boots having taken off his shirt and vest. Michonne can see Merle undressing out of the corner of her eye but she keeps looking at Daryl knowing he hasn't finished speaking. "You get that we're a package and you're okay with that. You get us, both of us." He stands again to unbuckle his belt. His pants are so loose they fall straight to the ground leaving him naked. Michonne can't help asking.
"Did either of you wear underwear before the world went to shit?" They both shake their heads and she laughed quietly. Then she shocks them with what she says next. "Herschel says if we go public, I'll piss off a lot of women."
"You told Herschel?" Daryl asks in shock, his hands hanging by his sides.
"Easy baby brother, I'm betting you went to him when you got back after Woodbury, for him to help you?" Merle asks her.
"Yeah, he helped me, gave me something. Offered to listen if I ever needed to talk. So took him up on that offer.
"He's a good man." Is all Merle has to say.
"Yes, he is. He came to me about this trip, said he'd have Rick send someone else if the thought of being with two men for such a long time was not something I could do. I told him I'd already gotten back on the horse & that had been with the two of you." Michonne raises her arms for Merle to slide her top off. He'd come to her, starting to undress her. Daryl knelt and unlaced her boots. Michonne put a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of them.
"You included me as well?" He asked as he stood up again and unbuckled her belt as Merle unhooked her bra.
"Yeah, I did." Michonne finds herself breathing heavily as her need makes itself known.
"Why?" He stops working on her pants to look at her curiously. His question forces her to think.
"Well, because we'd talked about it, I knew we were going to be together and I kind of think of us as having had sex." She paused to look him in the eye. "I mean you came on me." Merle lets out a braying laugh as he pulls her bra straps from her shoulders, tossing it away.
"She's got you there Darylena, you did come on her." He chuckles as he steps toward the mattress and lays down on it.
"Came on you too Mer, mean we had sex as well?" Daryl's tone is disgruntled as he shoves Michonne's pants down her legs. She is laughing at the shocked look on Merle's face when Daryl stands and sweeps her unexpectedly into his arms before she knows where she is. Walking the few steps to the mattress he looks down at her. "Guess we'd better make sure what you told Herschel is true then." And then he drops her, directly down on Merle. Michonne will forever deny she squealed like a total girly girl as she felt herself let go. She lands on Merle in an undignified jumble of limbs causing him to lose his breath. They both further lose their breath when Daryl jumps on them as well, somehow causing the three of them to wrestle around and Michonne finds herself laughing so hard she cries.
Eventually her laughter dies down and she takes stock to see she is lying on her stomach with her head somehow under Daryl's arm as he half lies across her and she thinks her legs are tangled with Merle's. Sighing she manages to roll over on her back. Daryl sits up allowing her to breathe properly and they stare at each other.
"You good?" He asks her.
Michonne nods. "I'm very very good." She answers. And she is. "I want to do something with you both." She states and both brother's look at her.
"Sure thing darlin'," Merle answers her as he sits up.
"What is it?" Daryl is more practical. Michonne smiles.
"I want to suck you both together." She sees both their cocks leap at her words. They like the idea.
"Okay darlin', how do you want us?" Merle asks her. Michonne thinks.
"Standing? Then I can kneel." She says. They both stand in front of her on the mattress, shoulder to shoulder. Taking a deep breath Michonne looks at their cocks. They're not at all similar except for the slight list to the left they both have. Breathing deeply she leans forward only to be brought up by Merle sliding a hand down her cheek.
"Your show darlin' okay?" Daryl strokes her other cheek and nods. Michonne closes her eyes for a few seconds gathering her courage, then she opens them and leans in.
She pushes both cocks together wanting her first taste tonight to be both simultaneously. They don't flinch as she positions them how she wants. They merely follow her directions. And so Michonne settles down, knowing they're allowing her complete control. She takes both heads into her mouth and sucks on them softly, swiping her tongue up between them, she licks the head of the first cock she feels pre-come drip out of. Daryl's. Then she switches to Merle alternating between sucking both of them and then taking one then the other into her mouth for a few seconds. Her hands initially hold the base of their cocks but she starts to move, brushing her fingers through their pubic hair, feeling the differences in it. Then down to their balls, feeling them, stroking and pinching them lightly. She moves beyond, stroking their perineum's getting the shock of her life when she feels a piercing on one of them. She tugs on the ring and is rewarded with a groan.
The other brother snorts. "Guess your secrets out." They laugh and Michonne chuckles as well. Leaning back she looks up at them. Then she tugs on Daryl's hand bringing him down on top of her. He cuddles into her licking and kissing her neck before sliding down to her breasts where he takes a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at it before he stops and looks up at her.
"I do anything you don't like, if either of us do, you tell us yeah?" Michonne nods again. She's so very thankful for both of them. She knows she can say stop and they will stop.
Clasping Daryl's face in both hands she looks evenly at him. "Don't stop sucking me Daryl." He smiles taking her breath away before obeying her order and dropping back down to her nipples. One hand plays as his mouth is occupied with the other one. Then she feels Merle moving between her legs, his head nestling between her thighs.
"Guess I'm first here again. Can't say I mind." Daryl jerks up at his words.
"Get out you fucker." He pushes toward Merle and Merle laughs and backs out leaving Daryl to crawl between Michonne's legs. He looks up at her and she inhales at the look of pure wicked lust in his grin. Lust for her. He looks at her and slides his tongue out over his top lip then over his bottom lip where he curls it around and then pushes it out and down his chin, showing her exactly how long it was. She knows he's showing off but the thought of that tongue inside her had her rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I'm the fuckin' ham am I baby brother?" Merle scoffs as he watches Daryl's show. Daryl just smiles before looking back at Michonne.
"Ready Mich?" He asks her with that smile still in place. Michonne puts out a hand to Merle and his stump hits her palm. She grabs hold and looks down at Daryl.
"Now I'm ready." She reaches and grabs Daryl's hair with her other hand and pulls him to her pussy. "Down boy."
With a soft laugh he does as ordered. Michonne's back arches off the bed as Daryl's tongue pushes inside her without any warning. Fuck that was one long tongue. She grips Merle keeping herself grounded as she had done when Merle had gone down on her last time. Merle kneels beside her and his mouth is on her breasts, tonguing her nipples, nipping at them, sucking on them and making them extra sensitive. Then with Daryl's tongue she feels fingers, sliding in and out slowly, allowing her juices to naturally occur, getting her ready for his or his brother's cock. He twists them around and in doing so manages to find her g-spot almost effortlessly.
"Fuck!" Michonne swears without thinking as she erupts without warning, shocking both Dixon's in the process.
"Beautiful Mich." Merle says to her as he watches her face. Michonne finds her eyes caught with his and she can't look away. She can see worlds in them she thinks even as Daryl's tongue moves in her keeping her orgasm going. His fingers brush her spot again and she closes her eyes against the sensations.
"Daryl," Michonne moistens her lips trying to speak. Daryl ignores her. "Daryl," she says again. He looks up at her, his beard wet with her juices. "Need you in me before I lose my nerve." He nods and kneels up and over her reaching for a condom. Michonne leans up and captures his mouth, tasting herself on him. She brushes her face over his beard, transferring her juices from Daryl to herself.
He moves back tearing the condom open with his teeth as he grins that completely wicked grin at her. Michonne realises he's never grinned that way with anyone other than Merle. She's seen him grin that way when the two of them are talking together. But until tonight she'd never seen him use it on anyone else. She feels her heart shift as she realises it's a sign of trust, Daryl trusts her. Her emotions batter at her suddenly nearly causing her to panic.
Then out of nowhere Merle is kissing her, his tongue in her mouth chasing her juices, then he's kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her chin and telling her to breathe. She feels rough hands at her thighs and Daryl pressing inside her. She widens to accommodate him even as she kisses Merle back. He breathes with her as he breaks away. "Okay darlin?" He asks her quietly as he holds her shoulder as Daryl had done last time. Taking a couple of breaths Michonne nods.
Looking down at Daryl she lifts a hand toward him and crooks her finger. That grin flashes again and Michonne feels an answering surge of heat inside her. From the look on his face he felt it too. "It's your grin, makes me melt." She gives him the answer to his unasked question. And he grins more.
"I've grinned at you before Mich." He says as he puts his weight down on her, resting on his elbows.
"Not like that you ain't baby brother." Mere answers for Michonne and she nods a confirmation at Daryl when he raises an eyebrow at her.
"Guess I'll have to grin at you like that more often if that's the response then woman." He says as he starts to thrust shallowly.
"Yeah? What was the response Darylena?" Merle asks with a curious voice as he looks down at Michonne.
"She fuckin' flooded on my cock." Daryl answers as he starts to thrust deeper, pushing into Michonne with some force at the end of each thrust. She groans slightly.
"Mich, baby?" Merle calls her. Michonne looks over at him breathing through Daryl's thrusts. When their eyes connect Merle grins at her too. A filthy and wicked grin. It is pure sex, promising nothing but a good time. And Michonne feels herself flooding again. Daryl moans and Merle laughs outright as he pushes her shoulder making her snarl at him. "Ain't the only Dixon with that grin baby brother." He laughs some more then grunts as Michonne snaps out her hand and smacks him on the shoulder.
He yelps again when her fingers grasp his chest hair and pull. But he follows her direction and leans down to her mouth and they kiss. Then as Merle's mouth slides down one side of her neck Daryl's slides down the other and they kiss and lick her. Then Daryl kneels up and winds her legs around his hips. He stops, looking down at Michonne.
"You gonna come Mich?" He doesn't move, waiting for her answer.
Michonne checks herself. It was a possibility. "Maybe, but don't wait for me to okay?" She answers. Daryl nods and starts to move. Michonne keeps hold of Merle and rides out Daryl's thrusts. God that felt good. She pulls Merle in for a kiss and then finds mouth moving down his neck as he kisses and licks at hers. When Daryl jerks his cock inside her causing an answering jerk Michonne bites down on Merle's neck accidentally.
"Fuck yes Mich." He says before she can apologise. "Don't stop darlin'" He keep speaking. And so Michonne doesn't. She bites and licks and sucks at Merle's neck not realising she's giving him a hickey. And then as she feels Daryl's cock thicken and harden inside her she knows she won't come, but she might with Merle.
"You next, straight away. I might come." She doesn't need to say anymore. Merle reaches over her for a rubber and puts it on as he waits for Daryl to finish. Michonne feels like a complete slut but knows it's only a preconception. Neither Dixon brother thinks she is one and she knows she's not one. It's just that it takes her longer to come because of what that fucker had done, and Merle and Daryl were smart enough to realise it and close and confident enough together to not be worried or stressed about it.
Groaning as Daryl comes inside her Michonne clenches on him as he immediately withdraws, crawling up beside her and taking off the condom. He leans down and kisses her as Merle takes his place. Michonne's back arches off the bed as she feels him fill her. He pushes an extra smidgen into her that Daryl hadn't done. And then Merle puts his arms under her hips raising them from the mattress and he starts to move. In and out like a machine, his eyes glowing with feral heat as he watches her. Michonne realises he's not going to come until she does.
Before she can get nervous Daryl is in her line of sight. "Gonna come for me Mich? Gonna come on Mer's cock, make him feel you flood like I did? He'd like that he would. We both love to feel you flood on our cocks." All the while his hands stroke her body even as Merle is fucking her. They're steeping Michonne in sensation, overwhelming her in the best way possible. She is nothing but a morass of nerve endings. And all the while she is feeling, she is hearing Daryl's sex talk in her ear. "Come for us baby, come on Mer's cock. Flood on him for us so he can feel you too, he wants to feel you come around his cock Mich, you'll do that for us won't you baby, you'll come for us on Mer's' cock? You'll come hard, flood him. Come so hard we'll smell you for days?" And Michonne comes. Erupting around Merle's cock with Daryl's whispered words ringing in her ears. She clenches down as Merle groans and fucks her hard and fast before coming himself.
Daryl puts out a hand to Merle, supporting him by grabbing his shoulder. Michonne lies there allowing her heartbeat return to normal. She looks up at Merle and he grins down at her. She finds herself smiling back at him happily. She's not stupid enough to know she's better, it might be years before she's truly better if ever. But she's made a hell of a start with Merle and Daryl Dixon. Then Daryl speaks.
"Ain't goin' back without you givin' me a hickey too Mich." He looks down at her not smiling letting her know he's serious. Michonne frowns and he gestures to Merle's neck. He has a giant purpling hickey on the side of his neck. Michonne purses her lips.
"Get your arse down here then Daryl." She says and he leans down pulling his hair back so she can suck on his neck. When she has finished she reaches up for Merle who has moved to sit on her other side. And she pulls them both down putting their mouths to either side of her own neck. "Reciprocate." She orders them. They laugh as they obey her.
Michonne stretches when she's finished and Daryl spoons behind her this time as Merle lies facing her. His stump brushes her dreads off her face. Then he leans in and kisses her. "Mich?" He asks her.
"Umm, yeah?" She responds.
"Wanna go steady with us?" Michonne is suddenly wide awake. She looks at Merle in the flickering light of the candles and then turns her head to look back at Daryl. He nods. They've talked about this.
"Steady huh?" She questions them, looking from Daryl back to Merle. He nods.
"Yeah, maybe look to sharing a room somewhere back at the prison. I mean, if you want to." He stops and looks at her. Michonne sits up and looks at both of them.
"You want me to move in with you, around all the others? You want to go public with us, whatever the hell we are?" She is clarifying what they're asking remembering Herschel's conversation. He'd certainly been ahead of the curve with what he'd said she thought. She knew he always saw more than he let on. But how the hell he'd picked up on this she couldn't fathom.
"If you want to, we'd be happy to stand at your side Mich." Daryl answers her this time.
"I'm a mess you know." She avoids a direct answer.
Merle snorts. "Join the fuckin' club darlin', s'why we're askin'. You fit us perfectly. Accept us, don't wanna change us, like us; laugh with us not at us." He paused to take her hand. "And we like and accept you, bad attitude, sexy arse, fucked up head and all." As proposals go it wasn't bad. Full of nothing but honesty which she appreciated more than anything these days. Still.
"Well, if you're asking me to go steady with you, I get a ring. When a guy asks a girl to go steady she gets his ring you know." She looks at them just staring at her and knows she's in for it. Before she can evade they're both on her and tickling her mercilessly. She wriggles around like a fish on a hook trying to get free but is unsuccessful. And then she is suddenly pushed around so she is straddling Daryl and he's fucking into her having somehow managed to put on a condom. Michonne groans as he slides in, long and slow and somehow wet. She glances over and see's Merle stroking himself.
"Suck him for me Mich, get us both off baby." Daryl's filthy mouth causes her to flood and he groans and groans a second time when Merle leans up and fucks into Michonne's wet and willing mouth. Michonne sucks on Merle's fat cock, running her tongue up and down him as she moves up and down, sucking him the whole time. She licks and sucks off the rubber taste of the condom, chasing her own taste as she opens her mouth to Merle's fucking. She moans around him when Daryl fucks her particularly hard. And then she feels his fingers on her clit and she clenches down on him and moans around Merle's cock again.
"Fuck baby, gonna come. " Merle says as he does exactly that. Michonne groans around him and pushes her head down swallowing every single drop he gives her contentedly. And then she feels Daryl flicking at her clit and she lets Merle drop out of her mouth as she lowers her head just feeling his fingers and his cock inside her.
Her groan is protracted as Daryl moves in her. And then he pushes her up and back, sitting up with her. Michonne starts to move up and down using her thigh muscles and she pushes her nipples in Daryl's face and he takes them in his mouth, one at a time, kissing and sucking them making her move more on him. She feels Merle at her back and his right arm winds around her waist moving down to her clit.
"I got her baby brother." His fingers replace Daryl's and he immediately grabs her hips taking control of their movements. For a second time that night she is coming with a cock inside her. Michonne is overwhelmed with feeling. She shudders as Merle's skilled fingers and Daryl's rampaging cock give her another orgasm. But it is too much.
She is in tears all of a sudden. Everything boils over. And they let her cry. Merely cleaning her and themselves up as she continues to cry. Then they lay her down on the mattress and slide down on either side of her. Not hugging her, just lying beside her while she cries herself out. Both resting an arm across her middle so she knows she's not alone.
What feels like hours later Michonne wakes with crusty eyes. The candles have burned out and she thinks both Dixon's sleep at her side. She gets up and goes to the bathroom remembering in time that it doesn't flush anymore. She closes the door on the way out and goes back to the bedroom. She gets back in bed in between Merle and Daryl. She ponders their question about going steady.
Merle winds an arm around her waist and tugs her to his side and Daryl rolls across pushing in as well. So much for them being asleep she thinks. "Okay, let's go steady, but I want a ring." She says to them as she closes her eyes again.
She is joking but they take her at her word and two days later she is in a small jewellery store trying on rings for them. They've chosen several they both like and now she's seeing what fits. Rolling her eyes at their squabbles she picks up a plain signet ring and slips it on the ring finger of her left hand. It's a perfect fit.
"This one boys." She holds it up. Daryl smiles and Merle snarls letting her know Daryl had picked it. "What was your choice?" She asks Merle. He surprises her by pointing to a gold wedding band. She picks it up and slips it on, it fits as well. "I'll wear both." She says and turns around walking out of the store with them following her. Daryl takes the signet ring from her that night and carves their initials into it. M.D.M. Michonne feels tears prick her eyelids and ignores them. Tears have no place in her life anymore. She has found something to fight for besides fury and hatred.
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Several days later they pull up outside the front entrance to the prison. They're happy and exhausted, their run successful. And they've hidden all the condoms they'd found selfishly for themselves. But none of them feel guilty. Herschel looks at Michonne as she gets out of the truck and she smiles at him as Merle swings her down. Daryl jumps down behind them having slid over and gotten out the passenger side as well. He slides an arm around Michonne's shoulder and leans down a kisses her. It's a quick kiss on the lips but when he raises his head, Herschel see's the hickey on the side of his neck as well as the one on Merle's. He finds himself smiling. No there wasn't anything in the bible about this particularly, but they made each other happy and he could live with that.
Glenn distracts him and Rick with a shout of glee at something in the back of the truck. But before he can say anything else Daryl shoulders him away with a grin. "Hands off short round, 's ours." He says as he and Merle lean in and pull out a king-size mattress. They carry it off toward the block of administration offices where they'd started staying before they'd left on their trip.
"Hey, that's not fair, Maggie and I are a couple and there are other couples even if you don't want to give it to us." Glenn tries to stop them. They ignore him as Michonne steps past Glenn as well following with a bundle of linens. "Michonne, tell them." Glenn says to her. She stops and looks at him and then looks around at the others before her eyes land on Herschel and Rick standing at the top of the steps. Herschel nods and sees Rick look at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Well, there's three of us, so I figure we get the big mattress Glenn, I think that's fair, don't you/" She turns around and starts walking again passing Merle and Daryl who have put the mattress down to watch. They look out over the people gathered there making sure that not one person will say anything untoward to them or Michonne. When nothing but silence greets her statement they take up the mattress again and continue on. Herschel sees Rick still looking at him and turns to face him.
"Told you you'd need to give them a room. If I was still a betting man I could've made myself a fortune off this." He turns to watch them again and grins at Michonne as she turns back to him before disappearing inside. Again she surprises him, this time by blowing him a kiss. Herschel grins as Rick chokes back a sound of some kind as he watched Merle slap her backside as he passed and Daryl grab her arm hauling her inside after them and their new mattress.
"I guess they're going to be breaking it in then if they haven't already." Rick sighs. Herschel chuckles.
Later that evening Michonne comes to his cell with some books she'd found for him. "I'm going steady, can you believe it?" She questions him and he smiles, her good mood is infectious.
Shaking his head Herschel asks, "Did they give you a ring?" He fully expects her to say no but she raises her hand. On her left ring finger sits a signet ring with fresh initials carved into it and a plain wedding band. Understated and practical.
Just like Michonne and her Dixon's.
A/N – My apologies if this is not hot enough to melt your phone, I have to say I did enjoy the laughing and erotic sex Michonne had with Merle and Daryl. Next up I have another request from my husband Danilo who has decided he wants a Dominant Michonne to turn the Greene Girls inside out. Fellow FF writer and friend Peachylana's husband Ralph and friend Juston added on to this request when we were discussing it and stated that Daryl and Glenn should be watching and masturbating or jerking each other off. Almost another orgy wouldn't you day?