A/N: I hope you are enjoying the story! This is yet another short update, even shorter this time (sorry). The next one should be longer, though, so bear with me.

I want to thank everyone who has left comments, I very much appreciate your taking the time to do so :)

They help me get an idea of what needs improving and are also a great incentive. I wish there were a way for me to respond to each one, but I couldn't figure out how to do it.


Daryl started waking up to the smell of something sweet. Coconuts perhaps? Yes, he thought it was. He could hear rhythmic breathing and feel a soft, warm body against his own. He kept his eyes closed a bit longer, enjoying the pleasant sensations. When he finally opened them, he looked down and saw Michonne snuggled up against his side, her head lying on his chest.

She stirred and slowly opened her eyes, bringing them to look in his deep blue ones. Before he could say anything, she smiled radiantly at him, looking so beautiful in his embrace that he would have fallen over if he hadn't already been lying down. He had yet to recovered from this when she gave him a peck on the lips and said, "good morning." It took his brain some ten seconds to catch up, at which point his cheeks turned red and he managed to respond with a 'good morning' of his own, accompanied by a shy smile.

She sat up, stretched, and went into business mode. "So, are we going to try that place?"

He considered the question before answering, "think we should. Don't see no point in just waitin' around in here. You think we should ask him to drop us off in Macon and not at the tracks?"

"Um, that's an idea," she said. After considering for a little while, she proceeded, "I don't think so, though. the road splits up from the railway for a few stretches, so we could miss anyone who's still along it."

"We walk, then."


Lucas stopped the car above the train tracks so Michonne and Daryl could hop off. They all thanked each other, Lucas for the crucial help with finding the medicine Marissa needed, Michonne and Daryl for the hospitality, supplies, and ride.

"If the two of you don't manage to find your people, you are always welcome at our house," Lucas said. "But remember, we're not trying to build anything. There will be no future generations as far as we are concerned, so there's no need to prepare for them, and I know it's not what most people are looking for."

"Noted," Michonne said. "Thank you, and good luck."

"To you as well. I hope it turns out to be a nice place where your group will be waiting for you."


It was a long day. Even though they had to dispatch a considerable number of walkers, they managed to cover a lot of ground. They came across another sign for Terminus, so they at least knew they were headed in the right direction.

The end of the afternoon brought with it a sudden burst of rain, which had them spreading out to look for shelter. It took some time, but eventually Michonne saw Daryl headed her way.

"'Chonne," Daryl whispered and motioned with his head for her to follow him. They walked a bit until they arrived at a small, dilapidated cabin with three long-ago discarded corpses outside. They cleared the premises and secured the door as well as two small windows.


Daryl had to admit he'd enjoyed quite a few parts of the day, starting with the way he'd woken up. A few times he'd caught himself admiring Michonne's katana skills in a new light. It was almost like she was performing a well-choreographed dance, her body looking spectacular while doing so, all her beautifully toned muscles on display.


Michonne also had to admit she'd enjoyed quite a few parts of the day, namely the start of her morning and every opportunity she'd had to watch Daryl take aim with his crossbow, which afforded the very best view of his deliciously strong arms. Well, the best view she'd had so far, at any rate.


The cabin consisted of a cramped area used as a mixture of bedroom/living room/kitchenette, and a bathroom in one of the corners. Michonne stepped inside to change into dry clothes while Daryl, who didn't see the need for such trivialities, did a quick scan of the space, finding nothing worthwhile. Once she came out, they each had an MRE for dinner before settling on the couch to go over their plans for the next day. Seen as there was only so much one could discuss about walking along train tracks, it was a quick conversation, so they soon fell into their companionable silence.

Michonne moved closer to Daryl and his body stiffened, a terrified look coming over him. He did nonetheless manage to turn her way when she placed her hand on his and said, "I liked waking up with you."

His face flushed furiously, something to which Michonne was just about fully accustomed, and answered, "me too."

She moved even closer, brushed some of his hair away from his forehead and looked into his eyes, happy to see he held her gaze, even if he still somewhat resembled a deer in the headlights. She gave him time to move away, but, when instead his eyes darted down to her mouth before quickly coming back up, she cupped his face and brought her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Daryl started to relax and rested one of his large hunter hands on her thigh, so she deepened the kiss, pleasantly surprised by his skillfulness. God, she missed kissing! That was something you couldn't do on your own. And he was so good at it she couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

Michonne took the kiss up another notch and, sensing a positive reaction, straddled Daryl's lap, facing him. He placed tentative hands on the small of her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck bringing their chests together, their tongues now practically tied in a knot. She could feel his excitement and started to move her hips back and forth, but it caused his breath to hitch and his body to tensed up, so she immediately pulled away. He was looking to be this side of a panic attack, which had her concerned.

"Daryl, everything OK? Would you like to stop?" she asked in a hopefully-calming voice.

"No!" he quickly answered. "I mean… yeah, I'm OK. The 'no' was for the stoppin'."

"OK, good," she said, maintaining her tone of voice. "So, would you like to tell me what happened?"

"Nothing…" he said quietly, looking everywhere but at her. "It's just that… I, um… well, I ain't done this in a long time," he finally blurted out, his face turning bright red.

"I see… you know, I haven't either. Nothing at all since the turn."

"Yeah…" he started. "Thing is… for me, was even before that... I, um, don't wanna mess it up, but I ain't got a lotta practice."

"That's not something to be ashamed of." She briefly paused to consider how best to proceed before gently turning his face toward hers so she could look into his eyes. "As long as we're both into it, there's no right or wrong, we'll figure out together what works for us." She smiled suggestively before adding, "and I guarantee we'll have a lot of fun while doing it."

He gulped and nodded quite a few times before finding his voice to say, "OK."

"We can take this as slow as you want, no need to rush. I'll follow your lead," she said as she started to move off his lap.

"No… um, stay," he said as he put his hands on her hips.

This time he was the one to bring their lips together and they made out like horny teenagers well into the night.


A/N: This was my first attempt at something in the general vicinity of smut, so I apologize for it not being all that good. Please let me know how I should improve the writing.