Tomorrow is the day we've all been waiting for!
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The place was buzzing when Michonne rolled herself out of bed that morning, she could hear everyone's voices echoing off the walls of the large room outside the cells and she sighed, wondering what had happened. But when she walked out, no one looked relatively upset except for Lori.
"What's going on?" she whispered to Daryl, who was leaning against the wall behind everyone. No one even seemed to notice she'd entered the room except for him, he smiled at her.
"Rick's planning a run into the next town over," Daryl whispered back, reaching over and taking hold of her hand secretly. "So...I won't be here today at all."
"That's ok," Michonne shrugged, "Because I won't either."
Daryl smiled as he looked back over to the table where Rick and Glenn and T-Dog were pointing at the map and discussing the best way around the town.
"You comin' along?" he drawled calmly.
"Of course I am," Michonne replied simply, "You boys would be lost without me."
"That so?" Daryl laughed lightly, squeezing her hand, "How do you think we survived so far?"
"Pure chance."
Daryl gave her a sideways grin and then stepped forward when Rick called to him to come and look over their plan. Michonne found the sudden lack of contact a large disappointment and she sighed as she followed behind him. Even across the short distance to the table, she watched the way his muscles moved in his jeans with admiration and she fought the urge to reach and give him a squeeze.
"Are you joining us, Michonne?" Rick asked as she joined them at the table.
"Absolutely," she said with a nod, "So...what are we going after?"
"Anything and everything," Rick stated with a sigh, "Winter is almost here and I think it would be in our best interest to get as much food, medical supplies, clothes and anything else before we have to hunker down for the winter. I'd like to make one run or maybe two and get everything we need."
"I agree," Michonne nodded, seeing the logic in this plan.
"Ok, so Maggie has circled all the stores containing things we might need," Rick continued, pointing at a few of the red circles on the map, "We have a clinic here, a pharmacy on the other side of town, any number of clothing stores, a Wal*Mart, several convenience stores and gas stations...all in all it's a decent sized town. But that means more walkers too."
Everyone nodded in somber understanding, they all knew the risk they were taking.
"We're gonna pair up and go in," Rick was continuing when Michonne began to pay attention again, "T-Dog and I, Glenn and Andrea, Daryl and Michonne."
Michonne fought the urge to grin and remained absolutely blank as she continued to listen to the rules Rick was laying down. He was telling the ones who were staying behind what to do in case of an attack and all that jazz, but she wasn't listening anymore because all that mattered was the mission she was a part of.
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A few hours later they split up among two vehicles, the Suburban and the Hyundai, and headed out of the prison gates toward the town about ten miles down the road. Rick, Daryl and Michonne were in the Suburban while T-Dog, Glenn and Andrea followed behind in the Hyundai.
"We'll park about a quarter mile out from the town and take the Hyundai in closer in case we need to get out fast, it's quieter," Rick was saying into his walkie-talkie.
"Sounds like a plan," T-Dog replied from the Hyundai.
"We'll discuss who goes where before we go in," Rick stated and then shut the talkie off.
When they parked the Hyundai, they piled out of it and stood around as Rick assigned locations to the pairs. Michonne and Daryl were suppose to hit up the BP station on the west side of town, T-Dog and Rick were taking the Wal*Mart on the other side of town, and Glenn and Andrea were heading for the strip mall just inside the city limits.
"Ok, so we know our locations, know what we've gotta do," Rick stated, waiting for understanding nods, "Alright then, let's get to it. Anyone get in trouble, contacts us on the talkies and head for safety. Either try to get back to the vehicles or wait somewhere until either we can get to you or the coast is clear."
Everyone had heard the rundown a million times so it was no surprise when Daryl gave Michonne a jerk of his head and started walking off without a word. Michonne gave Rick an apologetic, yet amused, look before trotting after the redneck.
"That was pretty rude, Daryl," she admonished him with a giggle.
"Hush your mouth, girl," Daryl stated playfully, and yet one hundred percent serious. "We're tryin' t' keep a low profile here."
Michonne nodded and rolled her eyes, she knew damn well how to do runs. But she felt silent anyway, not because of his demand but because it was the safest thing to do.
Daryl led them down the sidewalks towards the direction of the gas station, his eyes scanning carefully and his body poised like he was ready to run at any given notice. Michonne thought if his ears could prick up like a dog, they would at this moment. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the giggle she randomly felt rising in her throat and she took her mind off the mental image of Daryl's ear pricking by staring at the back pockets of his jeans, admiring the way his muscles moved beneath them as he walked. Michonne was paying such close attention to said muscle group that she didn't even notice when he stopped walking until she bumped into him. Daryl turned around quickly and glared at her and she grinned sheepishly. He nodded towards the corner and held up three fingers, signifying three walkers were on the street between them and the gas station.
The rest of his hand motions told her he was going to take one out from here then they would both take one hand-to-hand. Michonne nodded and drew her sword quietly, watching with interest as he picked off the closest walker with amazing precision then drew his buck knife. He nodded and they ran out at the other two. Michonne took the furthest one and it was down in one swing and looking back she saw Daryl had just yanked his knife out of the skull of his walker. She smiled at him as he wiped the blood on his pant leg and then sheathed it, pulling back his bowstring and nocking an arrow, then they continued across the now empty street to the gas station.
The station was relatively empty, except for two ex workers in the stock room who were wandering among the shelves. They were easily disposed of by Michonne's katana and they finally let themselves relax a bit while they searched the place.
"I'ma go see if any of these cars around here have any gas left," Daryl announced, "Be back in a minute. You know what to do if you get in any trouble."
Michonne nodded, grateful that he didn't treat her like she was helpless. She wasted no time in scouring the stockroom for anything unspoiled or useful. An unopened, although quite bent up box of Cheerios rested on the very back of the top shelf and she had to climb up to get it, a few cans of Campbell's chicken noodle soup were on the shelf next to it, a bag of powdered donuts and several unopened shipping boxes which she excitedly discovered contained undisturbed contents. One box was full of Rold Gold pretzels, one contained bags of flour, another full of Lays Barbecue potato chips and the last...toilet paper. Somehow, that last box seemed like the best thing ever.
Michonne placed her Cheerios box, soup cans and donuts in the pretzel box and dragged them out to the front. The shelves out front were fairly picked through but Michonne was determined not to leave anything at all that they could use. So she grabbed a beaded handbag and started scouring the shelves. She shoved the packs of gum, travel sized toothpaste tubes, bottles of hand sanitizer, candy bars, bags of candy, Ramen Noodle packets and unlabeled cans into it. By the time Daryl returned, she had everything that was worth taking in a pile on the floor.
"Nice haul," Daryl said with a grin, slinging his crossbow on his back. "Let's take some of this back to the car, I gotta get the gas cans from it. Lots of half full tanks out there."
"Sounds like a plan," Michonne agreed, grabbing the beaded bag and hanging it on her shoulder. She grabbed the box of pretzels and nodded. "Cover me?"
Daryl smiled and they headed out the door, Daryl going ahead to make their way clear. He took down two walkers but the way was relatively clear so they made it to the Hyundai without any problems and put the bag and box in the back hatch. Daryl grabbed the empty gas cans and they ran back to the gas station and Michonne stood watch while he went to work siphoning out the tanks of the many wrecked and abandoned cars along the street and in the lot.
"Alright, we'll leave these here in this truck cab," Daryl announced when he'd filled the final can. "We'll pick them and those last boxes up on the way out."
"Where are we going now?" Michonne asked, looking around for any stores that looked useful.
"Drug store," Daryl stated simply, pointing across and down the street to a white brick building. "Got a pharmacy inside."
"Good idea," Michonne said with a nod. Daryl, she thought, deserved more credit for his intelligence. No one had even thought about the pharmacy before now. "Come on."
The way to the pharmacy proved to be a little bit more difficult than the way to the gas station.
"Shit!" Michonne yelped as she ran almost smack in a small group of six walkers as she ran ahead past an alley, immediately they reached out for her, groaning as they shuffled forward. She jumped back and skittered away from them as Daryl pulled her by the arm. She felt a whoosh of air by her cheek and she saw an arrow embed in the nearest walker's face, grotesquely sprouting out of the eye socket.
"C'mon, you crazy woman!" Daryl growled in her ear, pulling her insistently towards to drug store.
"I'm coming, geez!" Michonne squeaked, taking a slash as she ran backwards, successfully beheading one of the walkers before she turned and ran flat out beside Daryl to the drug store's door. Daryl flung the door open and held it for her, then he reloaded his crossbow and took out a third walker before he shut the door.
"I'll take care of these three assholes," he said simply, "You check the back."
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They cleared out the pharmacy and Michonne found a brilliant stash of medicine in the cupboards and shelves while Daryl cleared the shelves of the main part of the store, shoving every single pill bottle, tube of paste, liquid bottle and bandage he could find into a cardboard box he found behind the cash register. The fact that the register its self was untouched made him smile in sick amusement...funny how money was worthless as shit nowdays.
When Daryl was satisfied that he'd grabbed everything there was to be found on the shelves, he set the box on the counter and headed for the back room.
"Whatcha got back here?" he asked as he flung the door open, making Michonne jump in surprise.
"Pretty good stuff!" she said with a smile, "Lots of antibiotics, some pretty heavy duty pain killers, boxes of syringes and bottles of saline and I.V. fluids and all the fixings!"
Daryl grinned at her excited tone, glad he'd thought of coming here. Sometimes, he mused, he could do things right. He handed her one of the plastic bags he'd picked up in the front of the store and she took it with a nod and a smile, carefully packing away the medicines she found along the shelves, some were in packages ready to be shipped even...a glimpse of just how quickly this had all occurred.
A low groan made them both freeze up in the middle of pushing pill bottles into their bags and the both crouched down automatically. Michonne nodded towards the window that separated the pharmacy from the store front and Daryl looked up to see a blurry figure stumble by it.
"I got him," Michonne stated simply, standing and unsheathing her katana silently. She crept towards the door and flung it open, running out into the store to slice the head off the bastard. Daryl stayed where he was and waited for her to finish the job and come back...but she didn't.
"DARYL! I NEED YOUR HELP OUT HERE!" he heard her yell, slight panic on the edge of her usually stoic and calm voice. He jumped up immediately and flew out the door, skidding to a stop on the slick hardwood floor right next to her, and sized up the situation. About ten or twelve walkers had come in from the front door and he saw several more stumbling around on the street outside.
"Shit, should have shut the damn door," he grumbled, mentally kicking himself. Without even exchanging a word, the couple stood back to back and circle slowly as they waited for the walkers to attack. Daryl drew his buck knife and crouched, tensing his muscles for attack as one of the walkers stumbled towards them, without hesitation he stepped forward with one leg, his other still touching Michonne's to maintain their connection and hold their ground, and jabbed the blade deep in the walker's left eye. He felt Michonne tense behind him and there was the tell-tale sound of a head hitting the floor behind him and it made him grin in morbid amusement.
"To your right!" he snapped, seeing the walker approach out of the corner of his eye. Michonne made a little grunting sound of acknowledgement and they both turned, keeping their backs to eachother to give her room to swing and bring it down at the same time Daryl thrust his blade up into one of their skulls from under the jaw. They moved like a well oiled machine, each one giving and taking ground like they were made for this, like they could read each other just by feeling their slightest movements. Soon enough, the threat was diminished and Daryl carefully shut the door to avoid the walkers on the street seeing or hearing it close.
He slid down the door to the floor and let out a long exhale. Michonne stood in the middle of the floor, her chest rising and falling heavily as she surveyed the damage they had inflicted...then she started laughing. Daryl cracked an eye open and watched in amusement as she wiped off her sword and continued to chuckle, then her eyes raised to his and she smiled brightly.
"Well, Dixon, we make a pretty good team," she stated simply, she walked over and held out her hand to help him up off the floor. He grinned and took hold of it, but instead of getting up, he yanked her down to his level and gripped her biceps firmly, pulling her face to his and claimed her lips fiercely. She laughed again, into his lips, but she reciprocated very eagerly and her whole body just melted into his hold on her. She reached down and pushed his sprawled out legs apart so she could place her knees between them to steady herself. She felt the lean muscles under her hands twitch and tense as she moved his legs and she grinned. She never thought she'd be doing this, adrenaline fucking a white guy on a blood soaked drug store floor...but, as she slid her hands under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin under her palms, she thought it was something she could get use to very easily.
"Michonne," Daryl moaned softly, derailing her train of thought, "Ya know we can't do this here, now...right?"
Michonne sighed, deflating against him. Damn it, he was right...they didn't have time for this, and this was definitely not a safe place. They had to get the meds and meet back at the Hyundai. She nodded and difficultly removed herself from between his legs and stood up. This time, he accepted her hand to help him up and he practically jumped to his feet and pulled her in for another kiss. It was quick, but full of unspoken admiration.
"C'mon, woman," he said, his voice gruff. "Let's make this quick and get back."
He emphasized his words with a squeeze of her right buttock as he moved around her. Her eyes widened but she didn't make a sound, she just followed him back to the pharmacy, considering doing a little grabbing of her own as she watched his tight ass move under the material of his jeans. Shaking her head, she tried to refocus her mind on the task at hand. Together, they emptied the shelves and boxes and bags and then slunk out the back door with their stash, making their way along the back alleys toward the meeting place.
Rick and T-Dog were there already, loading several boxes into the back hatch of the Hyundai.
"Successful trip?" Michonne asked as they approached. T-Dog grinned.
"Aw yeah," he laughed, "Got all kinds of goodies in these boxes. And there's plenty more in that store. Lots of walkers though, you won't catch me back there anytime soon."
"Yeah, we had a bit of a run in at the pharmacy," Michonne agreed with a nod, "Don't worry though, Daryl and I took them down with extreme prejudice."
Daryl gave her a funny look, as if he was considering her word usage and deciphering her meaning behind it.
"We killed them very aggressively," Michonne reworded with a wink. Daryl grinned in agreement.
"That we did," he stated.
"CUT THE CHIT CHAT!"
Everyone jerked at the loud shriek and they turned to see Andrea and Glenn running at top speed towards them, several bags hanging from their arms. They looked scared and Glenn kept glancing back over his shoulder.
"Get that thing started and let's scram!" he called out, "We got a small herd on our tail!"
Rick immediately jumped in the driver's seat and started up the Hyundai and everyone piled in as quick as they could, not comfortably at all, and Rick tore up the gravel of the curb and got them turned around just as the heard emerged from around the buildings.
"Holy shit, guys!" T-Dog yelped, "Ever heard of stealth?!"
"Shut up!" Andrea snapped, eyes panicked. "That was so close...too close. They almost got Glenn."
Glenn nodded, his face pale and his body shaking.
Soon they left the herd in their dust cloud and headed for the Suburban they'd parked further out of town. Everyone was glad when Daryl and Michonne switched over, giving everyone more room in the small vehicle.
"See you back at the prison," Rick called out as they separated. Daryl nodded simply and climbed into the Suburban's driver's seat.
Michonne watched out the back window for a while, waiting for the heard to make an appearance, but they soon put enough distance between them and the town that she slumped down in the seat with a sigh.
"I don't like that going to town can kill you nowadays," she muttered, "Every time could be the last."
Daryl made a noncommittal sound deep in his throat, his eyes remained on the Hyundai in front of them. Sometimes Michonne wondered what went through that mind of his when he was like this, somber and silent.
"You alright?" she asked lightly. Daryl nodded curtly.
"Fine," he replied grimly, "Just thinkin'."
Michonne nodded, understanding that this was just how Daryl Dixon worked. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes, noticing how tight his grip was on the steering wheel and the way his teeth were worrying his bottom lip, his eyes squinting as he stared straight ahead. Everything about him was tense and tight and Michonne knew he was just a little bit freaked out by the fact they'd almost lost Glenn.
"You need to relax, Daryl," she whispered.
"I'm fine, Michonne," his tone said otherwise.
Michonne turned to look at him, her eyes thoughtful and a bit annoyed. He was always on edge, looking out for everyone else, he took the things that happened to this group upon himself a lot, she noticed. But she couldn't understand why he was wound so tight right now, no one was hurt, they'd had a successful run...
She decided it was time to take matters into her own hands...literally.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Dixon," she whispered, scooting closer to him, reaching across the consol between them and gripping him tightly through the material of his jeans. She felt him react immediately and he sucked in a deep breath. But, to his credit, he did keep his eyes ahead and his hands on the wheel as she rubbed him firmly a few times. She grinned at the expression his face took on when she popped the button of his jeans open and slid the zipper down with her finger.
"Michonne, I'm tryin' t' fuckin' drive here," he stated nervously.
"Not like there's anyone out here to get in a wreck with," Michonne laughed, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Daryl Dixon."
Daryl laughed lightly, something about that statement tickling his fancy.
"Even if that mouth is damn pretty?" he asked, his voice was thick with arousal and Michonne couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Eyes on the road," she reminded him as she released him from his jeans and gripped him firmly. She watched his face as she twisted her hands in opposite directions and then slid them up and down painfully slow. He exhaled shakily, with a little shuddering moan rumbled deep down in his chest, and she smiled. She loved the sounds he made.
"Mmmmichonne," he groaned loudly as she gave him a particularly strong squeeze, "Ya gotta stop that!"
"I quite agree," Michonne replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face, her white teeth flashing in contrast to her dark lips. She released her hold and scooted back slightly and she heard him sigh heavily, thinking she was giving up, but then laid her chest across the consol and slipped her head under his arm and over his lap.
"Jesus, Michonne, don't you fuckin'..." but he was cut off when she ducked her head and covered him deliberately with her mouth, her tongue immediately wrapping around the tip of him as she bobbed back up. "Ssshhhiiittt."
Michonne smiled slightly before taking him right back in, very gently running her teeth over the sensitive skin of his shaft and earning her a nervous whimper. She felt the Suburban pick up a little speed as Daryl's legs stiffened from the sensation and he smacked his thigh and lifted her head enough to speak.
"Hey, pay attention!" she snapped good-naturedly. "Slow down, Mario Andretti."
He chuckled nervously, but she noticed his leg relaxed and the speed came back down slightly before she ducked down again and began a furious bobbing motion with her head, pulling his deep into the back of her throat, fighting her gag reflex to take him in entirely. She felt his entire body shaking under her hands which were resting on his right hip and thigh to steady herself, and that shaking got more noticeable the more she moved until he was bucking slightly with her movements.
"The hell gets in your damn head, woman?" he gasped as a particularly forceful shudder shot through him. "Ya got a death wish?"
Michonne just laughed in her throat as she continued her work. She knew he wasn't going to last much longer when she heard his start to pant heavily and let out strained little whimpers and moans that were in perfect timing with his twitches in her mouth. Sure enough, he grabbed her hair a few seconds later.
"Stop, stop, stop!" he yelped, panicked sounding as he tugged her hair, trying to pull her off. "I'm gonna..."
Michonne growled in her throat and smacked his hand off her head, continuing her assault. She was rewarded with an exceptionally loud groan from his throat and an exceptionally violent twitch in her mouth before she felt hot liquid filling her throat. She swallowed twice as she let him ride it out and only then did she pull back and sit up, her eyes soft and her face playful. He was resting his forehead on the steering wheel, but his eyes were still on the road ahead, hand gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were pure white.
"Feel better?" she whispered with a smile. He lifted his head and looked at her with half lidded eyes, but he smiled shyly.
"Yeah," he breathed quietly, then he squinted and hesitantly reached out towards her face but then stopped. "Ya got a little...on your lip there..."
Michonne ran her thumb under her bottom lip and removed the offending line of sticky, salty wetness there. She eyed it for a second before popping her thumb in her mouth, sucking it firmly and removing it with a slurping pop. Daryl's jaw dropped and his eyes widened in amazement.
"Motherfu..." he was cut off when Michonne covered his mouth with hers.
"Hush," she said firmly when she backed off, "You swear too much."
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Sorry this took so long once again, but my mind hasn't been on writing lately. And I have 50 drug cards to do tonight...and it's 8 P.M. GOTTA DO THEM! Bye!
Oh hey...review for me, ya'll! I love reading your opinions!