Sorry for the wait, guys! It's been crazy busy lately! Honestly, I don't know what to do with this chapter so bear with me because this is gonna be prompt based! The prompt given was "Dove" so...I think I have a plan!

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Michonne was on night watch, the most boring watch hours possible, and she was getting tired from pure boredom as she stared down into the darkness outside the prison walls. Nothing to see, nothing to do, no one to talk to...she sighed and sat down, dangling her legs off the tower beneath the bar fence that surrounded the walkway.

She started to hum out of necessity to something or she'd go crazy and she wasn't really even thinking about what the song was in all reality so she was surprised when words joined her humming and her head whipped around to find Daryl leaning against the wall, looking down at her with a grin.

"Def Leppard," he mused, sitting down next to her. She looked at him for a moment longer before she shook her head and realized he was waiting for a reply.

"Yeah," she said with a laugh, "Pour Some Sugar On Me."

"Good song," Daryl seemed surprised, "Didn't figured you'd be a fan of good music."

"Why's that?" Michonne asked, squinting suspiciously at him, "Because you figured I'd be into rap because I'm black, right?"

"Um..." Daryl's lack of response confirmed it and Michonne huffed in annoyance and she about stood up but Darly reached over and grabbed her arm, holding her in place. "Hey now, calm down, I didn't mean it in a bad way! Be honest, you think I like country music."

Michonne remained silent, not wanting him to win this, but it was enough of an answer for Daryl.

"Yeah well, I DO like it, but I'm a classic rock fan," he stated, "So let's just admit that everyone is susceptible to stereotypes and move on."

Michonne smiled in the darkness, glad for his bluntness. It was refreshing, since most people in this group besides Andrea tended to be uncomfortable around her still, but Daryl didn't sugar coat anything and she was beginning to enjoy little things about him that she'd found annoying before. The way he chewed his fingers when he was nervous was her favorite thing of late, it made her smile and she had no clue why.

"Deal," she said accepting his terms, "So, what brings you out here?"

"Couldn't sleep, figured ya could use someone t' talk to," Daryl replied with a shrug.

"Well, I'll admit, I could use the company," Michonne said with a nod, "Night watch is so boring."

"But someone's gotta do it," Daryl reasoned, "I think it should be done in pairs though. I admit, I've dozed off a few times when I had it."

Michonne laughed, a genuine laugh and she saw Daryl's lips twitch into a smile out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, thank you for coming out here with me," she said, turning to smile at him.

"No problem," Daryl stated, waving her off, "So what'dya wanna talk about?"

"Anything," Michonne replied with a sigh, "Just keep me awake."

Daryl looked out over the prison yard and tapped his finger on his bottom lip as he thought, finally he turned towards her, repositioning himself to get comfortable.

"Ok, where are you from originally?" he asked, leaning back against the bars of the fence.

"Florida," Michonne replied, "I had just graduated law school and was travelling back home when the disease hit. I got delayed here in Georgia. What about you, redneck, where are you from?"

"Georgia," Daryl shurgged, "North. Lived in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains."

"Makes sense," Michonne replied with a grin, "That's why you're a good tracker and hunter, right?"

"That and I had t' be," Daryl stated grimly.

Michonne nodded.

"Ok, my turn," she said, "What's your middle name?"

"What is this, Twenty Questions?" Daryl asked with amusement, "And I don't have one. My pa said one name was enough."

Michonne laughed, she couldn't help it, and Daryl cocked a half smile in response.

"So, you went from medic to lawyer, huh?" Daryl took his turn to ask a question, "Why?"

"I guess I just decided I'd seen enough bloodshed," Michonne replied, "Pretty ironic, huh? I've seen more death in the last few months than I have my entire life."

"We all have," Daryl said quietly.

"Ok, here's a simple one, what's your favorite color?" Michonne asked, falling back on the age old question.

"Green. You?"

"Yellow. Favorite animal?"

"Um...probably cats. You?"

"Doves."

"Doves?"

"Yeah, like the bird..."

"I know what a fuckin' dove is, woman."

At that, they both burst into laughter that lasted for a good minute or so and Michonne found herself gasping for air by the end, holding her stomach.

"Whew, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time!" she wheezed, her smiled plastered firmly on her face as she looked over at Daryl, he was grinning and Michonne felt something in her stomach twist or flip or something, but it was unfamiliar.

"Feels good," he stated.

"What does?" Michonne asked, confused. Daryl cocked an eyebrow at her and gave her a look that clearly said 'are you crazy?'.

"Laughing..." Daryl said slowly, unsure.

"Oh! I don't have a clue what I thought you meant!" Michonne felt like she wanted to laugh again, but she was cut short when she realized Daryl was staring at her intently, his eyes looking black in the moonlight. The man had soul piercing eyes, that was for sure..."Daryl? You alright there?"

Daryl shook his head quickly, as if shaking thoughts loose, and looked down to the yard.

"Mhm, just thinkin'," he stated quietly.

Michonne noticed something else just then...she really like Daryl's voice. She never realized until now how soothing and mellow it was, especially when he was speaking quietly.

"About what?" she ventured to ask.

"About...you know when you have something you want to do, but you're not sure, in the long run, if it's the right thing to do?" Daryl replied back with his own question.

"Of course," Michonne answered, waiting for him to continue.

"Well there's something I've been thinking of doing for a while but...I'm not sure if I should or not," Daryl admitted.

"Well...is it possibly gonna hurt anyone?" Michonee tried to work it out of him.

Daryl shook his head.

"No one but me, I guess," he said quietly.

"Well...is it dangerous?" Michonne prodded.

"Not really...well, not usually, but in this case it might be," he replied honestly.

"What exactly are you thinking of doing?" Michonne was very curious now and she moved closer to him, leaning forward interest. He looked up from the yard and met her eyes, she thought she saw something flash in them before he shook his head.

"Nothin'," he said sadly, he started chewing his thumb.

"Nothing, my ass," Michonne pushed, "You better take some lessons about how to tell a lie, Daryl."

Daryl's hand fell slowly from his mouth to his side and he looked at her for a long time and she started getting uncomfortable under his intense gaze. She wiggled slightly and was about to turn back towards the wall when his hand shot out and grabbed her by the forearm and he moved quickly, getting onto his knees and covering the distance between them in a flash, his eyes locked on hers for a moment but then he closed them and leaned forward, pressing his mouth to hers.

To say Michonne was shocked would be the understatement of the year! A million things ran through her mind during that moment and a million reasons why this wasn't right...but they must have been lies because the way his lips were moving on hers felt like the most RIGHT thing she'd ever felt and so she told her brain to fuck off and went against everything she was thinking as she started to return the kiss. It was slow and not forceful, almost timid, at first but when she reciprocated it must have triggered something because she felt his tongue flick out across her bottom lip and she sucked in a sharp breath but allowed him access.

All too soon, however, he pulled back quickly. The look on his face was sheepish and he cleared his throat nervously.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, moving to stand. Michonne grabbed his wrist and pulled him back firmly.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Avoiding the pounding I'm probably gonna get for that..."

"I'm not mad, Daryl...I was just surprised."

Darylk looked down at her and his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Really?" he asked, unsure.

"Really. So that's what you've been thinking of all night, huh?" Michonne asked as Daryl sat back down next to her, a little closer than before.

"Oh...it's been a few days now," Daryl admitted softly. Michonne felt her stomach do that weird thing again and she smiled.

"I've been thinking it too," she admitted.

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Hope that was a good enough time before this kiss! I couldn't wait any longer! Reviews are awesome!