AN: I am so very happy that some of you seem to be enjoying the story. I hope as I go along I don't let you down. I'm just letting it play out to see where it goes. I have distinct plans for the future, but I'm enjoying seeing how they get there just as much as you are. I apologize again for the riddling of spelling and grammar errors. My computer doesn't always catch them and I type very quickly when I'm excited about what I'm writing.

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"What's wrong with you?" Sasha asked. She was on watch with Daryl and had been on watch with Daryl for the past two hours and he hadn't stopped fidgeting since they'd gotten there. He would sit a moment, get up, wander around the tower, sit again. It was making Sasha dizzy just from watching him.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with me." He growled. He wasn't in the mood to talk to Sasha. He didn't know her well yet, and he wasn't really happy about being on watch with her, so he didn't want her bothering him.

"You can talk about it, if you want." She said. She didn't know Daryl Dixon very well. From what she had seen, he was just the quiet, rugged type that liked to be left alone. She didn't see him as being the nervous kind, though, and he certainly seemed nervous right now. She wondered if it was something going on between him and Carol, since she was pretty sure that they were dating.

"Ain't nothin' to talk about. I just said there ain't nothin' wrong with me." Daryl snapped. He sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall, biting at a piece of skin on his thumb. "It's just bein' up here, in this box. It's gettin' me claustrophobic." He added, hoping the explanation would satisfy Sasha.

Sasha knew he was lying. You didn't make it this long in this crazy world without learning how to read people at least a little and he had been fidgeting long before the claustrophobia of the watch tower would have set in.

"Relationship trouble?" Sasha asked, nonchalantly. Daryl stopped biting at the skin, but didn't look at her.

"Huh?" He asked.

"Is it a problem with you and Carol?" Sasha asked. He wouldn't have frozen at her first question if she weren't somewhere around the mark. Maybe if she got him to talk about it he would calm down a little.

"What?" Daryl looked at her then. "Why the hell does everyone think that Carol is my girl?" He asked.

Sasha was confused. From her first night there she had figured out that Glenn and Maggie were together. It was also pretty obvious that Daryl was with Carol. The others were unattached, at least until the romance between Rick and Rachel fired up. That hadn't been hidden at all. The cots in the prison squeaked, and the squeaking echoed. It reminded Sasha of the sound that her hamster's wheel had made at night when he'd run furiously in it. There weren't any hamsters in the prison, but sometimes it sounded like the place was overrun with them.

"I just thought…" She started. Daryl cut her off.

"Well you thought wrong. Shit, I gotta get out of this box." He said. He stood up. "I'm goin' to check the fences. Will ya be alright here?"

"Sure, nothing's happened today anyway.

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Daryl circled the prison, checking the fences. He knew they were fine. He'd checked them all a couple of hours ago and they had only seen maybe eight Walkers in that time. It didn't have a thing to do with the fences, and it didn't have a thing to do with Carol neither. It had to do with lace panties and the fact that his stupid mind couldn't seem to shake the image. He saw it at night, he saw it when he was eating breakfast, and he saw it when he was supposed to be on watch. The only damn thing he could think about was Michonne's lace panties. It was driving him crazy. Why couldn't she have worn some damn nasty looking granny panties? That would have been a lot easier for him to get out of his mind.

"Fuck this!" Daryl said to himself, kicking the fence. He whistled at a nearby Walker who was coming toward him. He stabbed it through the fence. "And fuck you." He said to the dead Walker. He felt a little better, maybe he'd pick off the other ones that were sauntering around the fence.

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"Bored, bored, bored, bored…" Michonne had started talking to herself. It hadn't been a very enthralling conversation. She didn't have much to talk to herself about right now. For the past three days she'd been lying in her cell, on her stomach, staring at the dirty floor. The only people she had seen were Hershel who occasionally came in to check her wound and every time declared that "soon she'd be on her feet," and Beth who brought her food three times a day, regardless of the fact that she wasn't really hungry.

She'd give anything for a book to read; even it was the phone book, or someone to visit. Even though she liked to be alone, right now she was dying for even one of Beth's annoying stories or Maggie's ramblings about how sweet Glenn was. What she really wanted was for Daryl to visit her, but she hadn't seen him since this whole thing happened.

The prison was probably all talking about. They were probably laughing about Michonne got shot in the ass. It was embarrassing. I got shot in the ass because I was too busy flirting with a guy to pay attention to what was around me. Flirting with a guy who didn't care enough to stop in and ask how she was. Flirting with a guy who obviously didn't care at all…Daryl had saved her, but that was something he'd have done for anyone. It was something she'd have tried to do for anyone to. It hadn't meant anything.

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Daryl had thought about going to see Michonne, but then he'd figured that it didn't make much sense. She wasn't the kind of woman that expected people to visit her. She'd always liked to be alone. She liked quiet. She'd probably just be annoyed that he was bothering her when she wanted to rest.

He'd asked Hershel over breakfast how she was doing for the past two days. Rick had called him out on it, declaring that "a gunshot wound to the ass wasn't fatal, so why worry about it". He knew it wasn't fatal. He didn't expect something as simple as that to ever kill Michonne. She wasn't that kind of person. He wasn't even sure she was mortal sometimes. He decided then he'd stop asking. He knew that Rick wasn't fond of her anyway.

He wanted to go see her, but he couldn't figure out what he would open with…it seemed like it had all been said before. When he searched his mind for something to say, all he got was the image of her lace panties. Even wounded she'd probably kill him if she knew he was thinking about her panties.

Daryl stabbed another Walker, the last one he could see in the area, and started back to the box. Sasha was still there and they still had another hour of watch. He just hoped she didn't feel chatty this time when he went up.

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Sasha had watched Daryl pick off each of the straggling Walkers that were roaming around the fences. This was a man that was obviously frustrated, but Sasha was perplexed at this point. Nothing was going on around the prison. In fact, it had been the quietest few days that she could remember. No Walkers had gotten in and nothing had really happened. The only thing she could attribute this kind of frustration to was some kind of issue with a lover, but Daryl had just made it quite clear that he wasn't in a relationship.

When she saw him coming back toward the tower, she sighed and sunk back in her chair. Another ten minutes of him pacing around the tiny space and she might decide to throw herself off.

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"Anything happen?" Daryl asked as he came back through the door. He knew it hadn't, but he felt like he owed Sasha something. She was a nice girl, a little smart-mouthed at times, but nice.

"Nothing except that you just killed the few Walkers that were giving me something to watch. Now it's like watching static on the television." She said. "You still don't want to talk about it?"

"I told you I ain't got nothin' to talk about. Damn, why do you women always think you gotta talk about shit?" What did she want? What did she expect? Was he supposed to sit down and talk with her like a bunch of giggling teenagers? Even if he'd known her better, he couldn't tell Sasha what he was thinking. What was he going to say? Oh, you know, I was just sitting here thinking about Michonne's lace panties…and the fact that I'd take them off with my teeth if I thought she was into that… "Damn nosy bitch." He added, somewhat under his breath.

Sasha didn't take his comment to heart. It was obvious something was troubling him, but it was also pretty obvious that he wasn't going to share it with her and prying only made him more annoyed. She decided she'd leave it alone and try to ride out the rest of the watch without wanting to kill him for his antics.