Michonne wished she could look forward to breakfast, but it had been a while since she'd eaten anything truly delicious. When she joined Maggie, Rachel, and Beth at the dining table, she wasn't surprised when Carol handed her a plate with corned beef and clumpy oatmeal to be washed down by incredibly weak instant coffee. Culinary criticism had gone away completely since all of this happened, so these days it was eat whatever was put in front of you.

Michonne thanked Carol quietly and started chewing her breakfast, listening to Maggie and Rachel talk about weddings. Maggie and Glenn were going to get married. Michonne imagined it would be a beautiful ceremony. Everyone standing around in their dirty clothes, which Carol scrubbed clean occasionally, but they still carried the stench of up close Walker encounters. Everything these days smelled like Walkers. You couldn't wash the smell of death out of things. The ceremony would, no doubt, be the social event of the season. Michonne stifled a snicker.

Daryl sat down at the table and accepted his breakfast from Carol. "I wish there was more game." He said, stabbing remorsefully at the corned beef. "Maybe I'll go out hunting today." He said.

"We could have a nice dinner." Carol said, sitting next to Daryl. Michonne watched them across the table. They were the oddest couple at the prison. Glenn and Maggie were all cute and hopelessly in love with one another. Rachel and Rick and were so stuck to one another that they had essentially become Siamese twins. Carol and Daryl were different, though. Carol always looked at Daryl with the same look as a lovesick high school girl, but Daryl never seemed to return it much. Michonne couldn't remember ever having seen them even hold hands.

Michonne's musings were interrupted by the sound of Rick shouting "Walkers! Walkers!" from outside. She jumped up and ran with the rest of the group out to the courtyard. Everyone was scrambling in every direction. Some were running with Glenn to try to figure out where the Walkers had gotten in, and the others were trying to kill as many as possible. At least thirty hungry Walkers filled the courtyard.

"Nasty bastards." Michonne heard Daryl say as he sent an arrow through the head of an approaching Walker. She decided she wasn't in the mood to wait for them to come to her. Katana in hand she rushed and the herd, swinging. She took down five almost in one swipe. "Use the Force!" She heard Daryl call out behind her. She almost laughed. A herd this size was a threat if you were alone, but with all of them working together it was really just more like a wakeup call to get the morning started. Michonne wanted to get the group down as quick as possible. She might not like clumpy oatmeal, but she knew it was better if she got to eat it before it got too cold.

Once the Walkers were down, everyone started regrouping. There was a lot to be done now. The Walkers needed to be burned, and their presence indicated already that there was a weakness somewhere in the fence.

"Bad news." Rick said, walking up.

"Fence down somewhere?" Daryl asked him.

"Worse." Rick said. "Glenn's patching it up now, but the Walkers didn't take down the fence, it was cut."

"The damn Governor." Daryl said.

"Probably not in the flesh, but one of his toadies probably did it. I was on watch, but I never saw anyone. I just saw the Walkers flood in and thought one of the patches gave away." Rick looked concerned. Michonne didn't miss that he kept glancing at her. She could read body language pretty well and it was obvious that Rick still blamed her for all the trouble with the Governor.

"Well, we'll just have to be on the lookout for him." Daryl said. "If it's just one guy we shouldn't have too much trouble getting' rid of him."

Michonne left them talking and went back inside to finish her breakfast. When Daryl entered the room, he patted her on the arm.

"Good job out there." He said.

"Nice Star Wars pun." She responded. He smiled, and she caught herself smiling back at him.

"That's the first time I've seen you smile." He said.

"Not much to smile about." Michonne said.

"Well, keep doing it when you can. You have a nice smile." Daryl said. He immediately regretted it and felt himself blush. He looked down at his plate. Smooth, Romeo. He didn't want to look back up at Michonne to see how she had taken the comment. She was probably mocking him in her head right now.

Michonne was a little taken aback by Daryl's compliment. It was nice. It had been quite some time since a man had complimented her. Carol had shot her an unwelcomed look, but it wasn't like she had asked him for the compliment. She hadn't missed that he'd blushed afterwards. That made her smile again. It was cute how easily embarrassed he got. She tried not to let her mind think about the fact that she had really only seen him get embarrassed when he was talking to her. That was letting her imagination get the best of her.

Daryl got up from the table and took his crossbow. "I'm goin' huntin'." He said to no one in particular.

"I'll come with you." Michonne said, getting up. She noticed Carol shoot her another look. She ignored it.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Daryl said.

"Why not?" Michonne wanted to get outside the prison for a while, and she was somewhat interested in spending a little time with Daryl. Part of her wanted t find out if he thought that more about her was nice than just her smile.

"We still don't know who cut the fence." Daryl replied. "You don't need to go paradin' around behind me in the woods if someone out there is trying to kill you."

"Well, if someone wanted to kill me they could just as easily shoot me in the courtyard, and I'm not staying inside like some kind of grounded teenager just because of some asshole with a pair of wire cutters." Michonne countered.

Daryl didn't think it was the best idea to take her with him. He did worry about whoever was out there and what they were capable of, but he also knew by now that no one stopped Michonne from doing what she damn well pleased. That was, at the same time, the most annoying thing about her and the most appealing. She literally listened to no one unless she liked what they had to say. That meant she only ever did what you wanted her to do if she'd already made up her mind that what you wanted was also what she wanted.

That was one of the reasons that Daryl had never had the guts to try to kiss her or really even touch her in more than a "good buddy" slap on the back way. He was a little afraid of how she'd react if it wasn't what she wanted, and she wasn't exactly as easy to read as a Dr. Seuss book.

"Fine, come one, but it ain't my damn fault if you get yourself killed." He said. Michonne grabbed her katana and followed behind him.