A:N SO here we go a second chapter. I can't believe the season finale is tomorrow i'm a little scared about what happens. But then again I'm always scared about new episodes of the walking dead. You never know who they're going to kill off and it's so stressful. but anyway here we go..

and review if you get the chance.

Lyrical Inspiration:

When you live such fragile lives, It's the best way we survive. I go around a time or two just to waste my time with you. Tell me all that you've thrown away. Find out games you don't wanna play. You are the only one that needs to know. ~ All american rejects ( Dirty Little Secret.)

WARNING GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES MAY OCCUR..also some racial slurs..(Sorry.) and slight sexual banter..if you can even call it that.

After a couple of minutes Michonne moved to lay on her back beside Daryl. Her eyes felt heavy and her breathing was slowing down. Even in her sluggish state her mind was running a mile a minute. Thinking about everything that just happened. Trying to play the scenarios out in her head of what was to come.

The last thing she thought before falling into oblivion was when she woke up..what would happen?

Daryl looked over to see Michonne sleeping. He pulled away one dreadlock from her face. She looked relaxed and content.

He had admit that was the most intense round he's ever been through. He looked over her naked form. Her smooth flawless skin. He took note of the occasional scar. He jumped a bit when she grumbled and moved to her. He watched the muscles underneath her chocolate skin ripple.

Saying he was perplexed was an understatement. Don't get him wrong in the past life before all the crazy shit broke loose he had his share of girls. Cute girls, tall girls, fat girls..all kinds of girls. But never a woman. And he didn't mean it to sound creepy it was just usually the person he got involved with, didn't know where they were going. They didn't have it together and if he'd met a woman like michonne in the before life he would have thought of her uppity and stuck up without even trying to get to know however there was something about her..something that drawed him in closer and closer.

If his father or brother could see him now..

He'd be screwed. He was going to deny it he grew up in a racist home and he accepted it.. that part of his story helps to explain why he was the man he was today. He was trying to push past all the wrong things in his life he was ashamed of and that was definitely something he was ashamed of.

He sighed and laid back on the barn floor. His eyes burned with exhaustion and the soft patter of rain seemed to lull him in.

maybe this wouldn't be so bad..maybe just maybe.. and soon he was off to sleep.

"what were you thinkin boy? sleeping with that nigger huh? She's the fucking enemy. I don't care how. good she was..you know she's had practice. All them black women are good for laying on their backs and doin' hair.." Merle yelled at him. Throwing something his way.

"but merle wait." He said holding his hands up.

"she ain't worth shit and you ain't worth much more then that then sleeping with her. you'd have been better sleeping with the old bitch at least you know she's clean."

"Merle you gotta see it my way..your thinking is stuck in the past." Daryl said trying to talk to his brother.

"my thinkin'? This used to be our thinkin'. We both used to think this way little brother and now you don' changed your mind because of what? Because that bitch was good in the sack?"

"Don't talk about her that way merle." Daryl said clenching his fist.

"I'll talk about her anyway I want, That damn coon bitch has got you confused. Bad enough you already don't have the balls to make your own decisions but now you taking up for a black?" Merle let out as Daryl flew across the room and Tagged him in the face.

"You son of a bitch" he said continuing to hit him.

Daryl eyes snapped open. He blinked a couple times looking around. The dream was too intense all he could feel was rage. rage toward his brother for saying all those things about michonne and rage toward himself for actually once upon a time being racist. He shook his head trying to clear away the image of his brother.

Once he got his thoughts together and calmed down he realized he wasn't in the prison. He forgot they were in the barn. He couldn't really believe it happened. they hooked up. He just thought it was one of those dreams again.

But no there she was curled up against him with his arm around her. Her breath fanning out over his chest. It was completely dark now and the rain had stopped. He knew that because now he could hear the moaning of walkers roaming around outside.

"Michonne." He whispered quietly lightly shaking her.

She stirred letting out a small groan.

"Michonne wake up." He said sitting up. Her eyes snapped open he could see them flick around.

"Daryl?" She said looking over. He just grinned.

"The one and only darlin'" I said playfully.

She gave a small laugh sitting up with a groan. Her lower body hurt. She hadn't been fucked like that in...well ever. she'd never felt so wanted so attractive and she's never ever EVER came twice in one go.

Some times she didn't cum at all so twice was enough to make her go fucking nuts.

She felt calmer and more relaxed as well. She looked toward Daryl in the darkness. She couldn't help but feel appreciation for what he'd done. Even though he'd gotten off from what transpired earlier it was her who was bitching about being horny and he was there for her like any other instance to help her with what she needed.

"I thinking the storm has passed. I can hear them damn walkers scrambling about." he said his voice gruff. She nodded her head. She was finding it hard to talk. Her voice felt dry and her body was sore.

"I'm not sure leaving now though would be the best thing to do though." He looked to michonne. She was looking his direction but not saying anything. He could feel the awkwardness setting in the air of the room.

"Michonne..you alright?" He asked looking her over. She was fidgeting with her fingers in her lap.

She snapped out of her gaze.

"Yeah, yeah..I'm gonna get the fire started back up." She said moving to find her clothes in the dark. She felt weird. And she was just talking about the soreness aching through her. She didn't what happen it's just she felt weird. Like maybe this could complicate what they had going for them the friendship they had going.

She had no idea how he felt. What he was thinking. Was this just a pity fuck? Just to get her to shut up.

All these things were bouncing around as she snapped her bra back on and pulled her pants up.

Daryl was quiet shuffling around in the dark. She usually kept a eye on him but right now she just didn't have the focus to. She was too busy with the fire and drowning in her thoughts.

Once the room was illuminated she looked around for him but didn't see him.

"Come 'ere" she heard in her ear. His hands coming around her waist. She couldn't help the stress relieving giggle that came out and the smile coming to her face.

When their laughter died down he started talking.

"So what's wrong? Don't tell me you regret it already?" He said his head fitting between the juncture on her shoulder and neck.

"No thats not it.." she said with a sigh. "that's not it at all" she mused again with with a grin.

"then what is it girl? I can't have my favorite gal all jumpy and fidgety." he said kissing her neck.

" I was just thinking..." she said trying to actually think but he was kissing and sucking and nipping at her neck. She could feel it building in her core.

"Daryl.." she said warningly. Trying to give him a hint that she was trying to talk. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn't like the affectionate side of Daryl Dixon. It was almost as much of a turn on as the gruff rugged version of him.

He kept going kissing down her should and every place he could reach from their position.

"Daryl.." she said breathlessly when his hands roamed down her covered breast and her stomach.

"I don't know about you...but I don't think I'll ever get tired of this" he said in her ear. His fingers unsnapping the button on her pants.

"I just put those back on." Michonne fake whined.

"Well now who told you to do that?" Daryl asked. The heat from his breath fanning over her ear making her shiver.

Daryl wanted to talk about it. He really, really did honest. But when she decided not to put her shirt back on and everything from earlier flashed through his brain. He couldn't focus on the technicalities of what they were doing he just wanted to focus on the emotion. the feel.

"mmm..." Michonne said trying to keep her voice down. His hands pushing down her pants. She was sore yes. But it was a delicious ache..a ache you only got from a good loving.

The moment however was cut short.

There was a banging at the barn door. Not a constant banging like a human person more like a random banging or banging..like there were walkers outside.

"Fuck." Daryl said moving quickly away from her to gather everything. Michonne snapped out of her gaze as well pulling up her pants and finding her shirt. She grabbed her katana and her supply bag before outing the fire.

"Maybe setting the fire was a bad idea." michonne said. Daryl coming to her side.

"Yeah well, we should get goin' before a horde strikes up outside. Those bars aint going to hold a whole horde." He said looking toward the second level window. He grabbed her hand as they went up make shift wooden steps to the barn. The thumping and banging was getting louder.

Daryl looked down trying to calculate the jump. they hadn't yet made their way to the back of the barn.

"I'll go first..get down there and help you down." Daryl said looking at her. Michonne wanted to protest but he already tossed his cross bow down. He pulled his knife and lowered himself to hang out the window.

Michonne could hear the wood breaking.

"fuck.." She said drawing her sword.

Daryl touched down and signalled for her to jump. He held his arms out. She took one look back before plunging down.

They tried to be as quiet as possible. Moving away from the barn and back to the middle of town. Taking out the occasional straggling walker quietly.

The rain hand made the ground mush and their footsteps mad loud gooey noises.

"that was close." Michonne let out when she could see the car in view.

"Hell yeah it was..but hell the walkers are always bad after a rain." Daryl said running over to the car looking around. Michonne came beside. They could hear the constant growing of moans and groans behind them.

Michonne looked back to see them all rounding a corner.

"damn." She said as they moved closer and closer to them. They hopped in the car throwing their bags in the back.

"We gotta get going lose em' and try not to bring em' back to the prison. That's the last thing we need.

Michonne nodded but in her head her thoughts froze up.

'The prison'

With carol, and rick and merle. All people who influenced daryl on some level. All people who love to meddle in his business and as of a couple hours ago michonne had became his business right?

Michonne tried to get rid of the thought. If what happened had to be a one time thing she could deal and they just keep it a secret. A wonderful, scandalous naughty secret and it would be a secret she would miss and most likely crave.

She stopped before she worked herself up again.

"I think I let a couple marks on ya." Daryl said flipping down the visor. Michonne opened up the mirror.

"Jesus Daryl How am i gonna hide these?" She said pointing at a particularly dark one starting to form on her collarbone.

"The same way I'm hide mine." he said pointing to his shoulders and neck. She sure did leave a mark.

"great. They're gonna know as soon as we show up." Michonne said leaning back in her seat.

Daryl was a little hurt. The face that she wanted to hide them from the people at the prison.

"If I'd known you was gonna be this ashamed of me.." daryl said trying to sound light-hearted like he didn't care.

"No..I don't mean it like that." She said sounding a little annoyed.

"Then how do you mean it 'chonne?" Daryl said taking his eyes off the road to look at her for a moment.

"I just think it's best that they don't know." she said.

"why?" Daryl said. For some reason he was ready to fight for this. She couldn't just cut him off from the best thing he's had in years.

"Because. Think about it. Think about what we'll have to worry about if we tell them. I think it's just best if we stick to what we do best. Fucking around." Michonne didn't believe a word she said but she was hoping he did. She figured it was the best way to not have him ostracized from the people he cared about most.

Once merle found out it was sure as hell not gonna blow over smooth.

"You think that's the best strategy?" Daryl said.

No. She thought.

"Yes." She said aloud in a final type tone.

Daryl could live with this maybe. Stay secret lovers until he could convince her to be his girl. Convince her that they should at least give each other a shot.

"Alright then." Daryl said looking forward.

Michonne nodded. "okay then." She said quietly back.

The rest of the car ride was mostly silent. Accept when Daryl would run over the occasional walker making michonne flinch and giggle.

"Dammit Daryl stop doing that." She said pushing at his shoulder.

"What do you want me to do? Honk until he moves? Hunny I gotta feelin' that's not gonna work." He said smiling.

She looked almost touchable right now. Like in this moment she vulnerable to him. He could reach her. See every emotion play out on her face.

but he knew once they went back in the prison she'd let her walls up. Be silent and vigilant. Turn into the observational killer.

He wasn't really ready for that. He liked her and it wasn't because of the sex even though that added an extra 1000 points. She was funny, strong and could take a joke. Hell she had a smart mouth but that just entertained him all the more. She was a challenge to him and he loved it.

" I wonder if anybody's gonna let us in." She broke through the silence.

"I Hope so i don't think we can afford to park and wait till morning." He said looking at the busted back window. "Especially not with all those walkers that linger around we'd be fightin' all night."

"I'm not really up for fighting." Michonne said laying her head back and closing her eyes.

"Wore you out good huh?" Daryl said with a cocky grin.

"Oh don't act like you're not tired to. I'm hoping rick has the morning shift covered all I wanna do is sleep." She said with a little yawn stretching her arms out.

"Yeah I guess i'ma a little tired." Daryl said poking fun at her. she just cut her eyes.

the prison was finally in sight they'd been driving for a little while and michonne has dozed off her head falling to the side. Daryl kept stealing glances at her out the corner of his eye. He knew he wasn't going to see her this much when they got back. Except for runs he rarely saw he.

Either he was out hunting with merle and she had morning watch. Or he was stuck on night watch with rick.

"Michonne. Michonne." He said when they pulled to the gate. he could see rick and glenn coming for the gate.

"You better have a damn good reason you're waking me up..again." She said her eyes still closed.

"Yeah I do. We're here." he said. Chuckling when she shot up in her seat.

"Where've yall been?" rick said as they rolled in and glenn hurried to shut the gate.

"We got waylaid by the storm." Daryl said. " we were gonna wait till morning but then a horde found us and we had to get out."

"Yeah one rolled up on the gate. We needed everyone to make sure they didn't force it down or get through. Most everyone is sleep." rick said squinting in the dark to look at them.

"What the hell happened to your shoulder?" He asked looking at the red scratch marks and the deep purple bruise forming.

"Damn trying to get out the barn we was staying in scraped my back all to hell." He said looking at michonne.

She just rolled her eyes away.

"Might wanna get carol to take a look at if for ya." rick said as they got out the car grabbing the supplies.

"Naw it'll be fine." Daryl said grabbing three bags leaving michonne two. "Glad we loaded up before the storm. It would've been hell trying to escape with five heavy bags."

"Yeah thanks though for the long distance run. Rick said patting him on the back.

"No problem it was actually interestin..and a little relaxing." He said flicking his eyes to michonne. She gave him a warning look he just grinned.

"well yall go inside get something to eat and then rest up. I'll put someone on the watch fo rin the morning."

"Alright then see ya rick." Daryl said going inside following behind michonne.

He dropped the bags down in the makeshift kitchen with a huff.

"Fuck those are heavy." Daryl said.

"Yeah." Michonne said putting hers down as well.

Once she was empty handed he was all over her.

"So when am I gonna get to see you again." He said leaning her against the wall. she looked up at him with a smile on her face.

"I don't know..whenever you feel like it..If carrying those bags left you winded..I don't think you're up for another round."

"Bullshit girl, i'm ready anytime anyplace." He said. She pushed off of him moving past.

"Yeah right." She said laughing walking toward the cells.

"whatcha thinkin? I can't get the job done? cause trust me baby girl.. I can." He said his voice dropping an octave. She couldn't help the shiver that ran through her body. But her mind kept chanting

'not here michonne...not here.'

"sure you can dixon." She retorted she figured playing hard to get was her easiest way out of this without flat out saying.

"I don't think I'm ready for another round."

"Fine. be that way. The next time you're craving some excitement in your life don't come running to me."

She looked back at him with a smile.

"Trust me darlin' I won't" She said mocking his accent. "I mean there's another dixon floating around here somewhere right?" She said playfully.

She saw something flash in his eyes for a second before he responded.

"Yeah but if you keep thinkin like that he won't be floating around for long." He said in a semi serious tone. Michonne just shrugged it off.

"Whatever dixon I'm going to sleep." She said going down the hall to her cell. "Night Daryl. She said as she departed.

He watched her hips sway left and right left and right as she walked down the hall. he felt it rush straight to his cock.

"Yeah..Night Michonne."

A:N There's another chapter. SO they've decided to keep it a secret. I wonder how long they can keep it up and what excuses they are going to try and use to fool around. . I'm having a terribly fun time writing this..just thinking of way Daryl can...give Michonne what she needs. But anyway umm..review if you get the chance tell me what's up if you like it.

Love,

Gabbie.

p.s. I still hate Caryl.