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What Future is There?

Chapter 6

“It’s a damn shame.” Daryl said, nudging a half eaten deer with his foot. “We could eat a hell of a lot better if those damn Walkers weren’t chewing up all the game that’s left. Michonne frowned at the animal before continuing forward. They had been wandering around for a while, but they hadn’t seen anything. It was getting cold, though, so she didn’t really expect the area to be crawling with animals.

“If we could find some healthy cows or something, we could breed them for food.” She said. She’d thought about it before. Having milk that didn’t come from powder would be nice.

“Who are you now? The farmer in the dale? And let’s say we get us these amazing cows, what happens when the Walkers get in like this morning and they eat ‘em? Then we just got a bigger mess to clean up and you’ll be wantin’ to go off lookin’ for more stupid cows.” Daryl said.

Michonne shrugged. “It was just a thought. Don’t be so defensive.” Daryl was jumpy. He had been since they got out there. Michonne thought that he was angry with her for having come along. Maybe he liked hunting by himself.

“Sorry, I’m just pissed about the deer.” He said. “I’m sick to death of eating crap from a can.”

“Me too. I can’t remember the last time I ate a piece of fruit or a vegetable that was actually fresh.” Michonne said.

“You’re not likely to be doing it any time soon neither.” Daryl watched Michonne walking ahead of him by a few feet. She seemed different out her than she had at the prison, or even on runs. Instead of her normal rigid stride, she was walking along easily, occasionally tugging off pieces of the higher weeds that could reach her hands. He half expected her to start skipping or something. He snickered a little at the image.

Michonne wasn’t sure exactly how she was feeling right now. It was a feeling that she hadn’t had in a while. She wanted something, some reaction from Daryl, but she wasn’t even really sure what that something was. She realized she was letting her guard down a little, but she was feeling a little more lighthearted than usual. It was peaceful out here, and even though they hadn’t seen any game, they hadn’t seen any Walkers either. For just a moment things were feeling somehow normal.

“So Carol didn’t seem to like the idea of us coming out here.” Michonne said, phrasing her statement more like a question. You’re flirting, and you know it.

“What? What do she care?” Daryl asked. Carol was one of the weaker members of the group. Like Beth she mostly stayed at the prison and handled the day to day domestic chores. Outside of those walls she had to be taken care of, and in this atmosphere it was hard enough to take care of yourself, let alone anybody else. Daryl couldn’t imagine that Carol had wanted to go hunting. She’d never expressed any interest in going before.

“Maybe she doesn’t like the idea of her man going off in the woods with another woman.” Michonne prompted. She knew what she was doing now. Maybe she was pushing it too far, but she was curious.

Daryl blushed. “What? Her man?”

“You mean you two aren’t together?” Michonne asked. This was interesting. Maybe there was a little more to Daryl’s glances and his blushing than she had thought before.

“Nah. Me and Carol, we ain’t like that.” Daryl said. He hadn’t realized that anyone would think they were. He cared about Carol, and she was probably the person he was closest to at the prison, but he just thought of her as something like a sister. She was so vulnerable that it felt like she needed him. Daryl had always liked feeling needed, it made up for all that time that he had spent feeling like nobody even wanted him around.

Then Daryl thought about it. Was Michonne trying to find out if he was with Carol because she was interested? It probably wasn’t that, but it could be. For a moment Daryl wished that the whole relationship thing was as simple as it had been when he was in school. Then he could just pass her a note that said “Do you like me? Check yes or no.” and that would be the end of it.

So Daryl said that he and Carol weren’t together. They were like brother and sister. Michonne wondered if Carol knew that she was making puppy eyes at her “brother” all the time. Poor Daryl, he was pretty much clueless. Michonne realized that if she ever got up enough courage to decide to give it a shot with him, she was going to have to make the first moves. Daryl was not likely to pick up on subtle cues.

Something rustled in the bushes ahead of them and the both stopped.

“Probably a Walker.” Michonne said, drawing her katana. “I’ve got this.” She started walking toward the bushes.

“Hey, use the force.” Daryl said, mimicking the phrase that had gotten a smile out of her earlier that day. Just as he had hoped, Michonne turned back and smiled at him again.

Daryl saw the gunman just a second too late. His arrow made its mark, but not before the gun went off. Lowering his bow, Daryl felt lightheaded. He felt like he couldn’t quite process what had just happened. Finally he snapped out of it and rushed to Michonne, who was lying on the ground moaning.

“Are you OK? Where did he hit you?” He asked, kneeling beside her, frantically trying to find a bullet wound.

“I think he shot me in the ass.” She said. Daryl rolled her to the side.

“Shit. Not quite. He got you in the thigh.” Daryl took his shirt off and tied it around where the wound was, trying to stop some of the bleeding. “Damn it, we gotta get outta here. The smell of all this blood’s gonna bring every Walker for miles.” He put his crossbow and her katana on his back and then lifted Michonne as carefully as he could, but she still moaned in pain. “I’m sorry.” Daryl said.

“I understand.” She said.

Daryl wasn’t fully sure what he was going to do in this situation. He knew he had to get her back to the prison, and he knew it was a pretty good distance. He wished they hadn’t rambled so far out. That bastard had probably been following them the whole time, waiting to get them out of screaming distance. Michonne wasn’t as light as a feather, so he could only half jog at best. He knew that the motion had to be hurting her, but she didn’t protest or complain. She knew that he had no other choice. He was essentially unarmed and the smell of the blood and sound of the gunshot would have gotten some Walker attention.

Michonne also realized how vulnerable Daryl was in this situation. Usually they walked around with their weapons ready because you never knew when to expect a Walker. Now not only did he not have his crossbow in hand, but he had his hands full.

“If Walkers get on us, drop me and run.” Michonne said.

“Like hell! I ain’t feedin’ you to no damn Walkers!” Daryl grunted.

“Don’t be a hero, Daryl. It doesn’t make sense for both of us to get killed because you were trying to save me. I know how things go these days. If we see Walkers, just let me go.”

“Shut up, Michonne. You’re heavier when you talk.” Daryl said. He continued on, praying that he wouldn’t have to find out what would happen in that situation.

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They had gotten lucky. They’d only seen one Walker along their path and it had been more interested in the animal that it was eating than it was in chasing after them. Daryl had actually been thankful to see a Walker chewing on something he might have shot for dinner. Whoever was on guard must have spotted them coming because as they neared the prison gates Maggie and Glenn were outside taking down the few Walkers that came near them and Rick slid the gate open to let Daryl slip in.

“Is she bit?” Rick asked as Daryl ran into the gate and continued toward the prison.

“Shot.” Daryl said. He was out of breath and his arms were killing him. He didn’t have time right now to chat with Rick. Rick jogged along beside him.

“What the hell were you thinking, Michonne? You went out there knowing the Governor wants you dead!” Rick was angry, that much was obvious.

“Damn, Rick, get off her man! She’s the one shot and you’re acting like it’s you who’s got a bullet in the leg.” Rick stopped and Daryl went ahead into the prison. “Hershel! Hershel!” He called until he found the old man.

“What we got?” Hershel asked, hobbling out from the kitchen.

“Gunshot wound.” Daryl said. He followed Hershel into the room that he had dubbed his exam room and put Michonne on the table. “It’s her upper thigh on the right side.” Daryl wanted to sit down. He was exhausted.

“You’re gonna have to help me out.” Hershel said. Beth came in a few minutes later, having obviously heard all the commotion. “Daryl, help me get her pants off and roll her over.” Hershel and Beth went to work getting the supplies he would need to take care of this.

Help me get her pants off? Help me get her pants off. It was a simple request from Hershel…just take off her pants. Daryl stood there a moment, really not sure what to do. He couldn’t very well say, “I’m sorry Hershel, but I’m just not comfortable with that right now.” No, he wasn’t really in that position.

Michonne was in searing pain, the kind that made her want to vomit, and every time she moved at all she felt like she was tearing the hole in her leg even bigger. Still, through the pain, she had to admit that the look on Daryl’s face was priceless. He looked like a ten year old boy who has just been told he has to use the ladies’ room. For encouragement she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, hoping he’d realize that it wasn’t anything personal, it was really all about the bullet lodged in her thigh.

After Michonne unbuttoned her pants, Daryl noticed that she gave him an impatient look of “what are you doing?” so he took the cue and helped get them off. He helped turn her over as gently as possible. He really meant not to look at her, out of respect, but he couldn’t help it.

Hershel asked Daryl to hold her legs down while he worked. Daryl leaned across her legs and stared at the wall. She was wearing lace panties. What had she done, raided a Victoria’s Secret? Granted, he hadn’t really seen any panties since this whole thing started, but he hadn’t imagined that the women were running around in lace panties stabbing Walkers in the eye with screwdrivers and shit. Shit, here she was getting a bullet dug out of her, and all he could do was think about her panties. This was pathetic. He’d better hurry up and stop thinking about them, stop thinking about seeing her in them, or there was going to be no way he could deny that he had looked.

“I guess you were lucky that guy’s aim wasn’t so great.” Hershel said, making conversation as he worked. “It’s not even a bad wound. The bullet came out easy enough. I’ve just got to sew it up now. You’ll be back on your feet in a couple of days.” Daryl wasn’t looking in Hershel’s direction, for obvious reasons, but he realized Michonne wasn’t in the mood right now to respond to Hershel’s comments. She hadn’t put up much of a fight, but Daryl could clearly feel the tension in her legs, and she had involuntarily jumped a few times.

“I don’t think his aim was bad.” Daryl said.

“What do you mean? If he had the opportunity to shoot her, why didn’t he shoot her in the head?” Hershel asked.

“The Governor doesn’t want her dead. He thought he caught us completely off guard. He thought he could wound her, probably kill me, and take her back to the Governor that way.” Daryl said. If he hadn’t been distracted, he probably would have seen the guy before he ever even got off this shot, but he had been distracted.

“Well, it’s not a fatal wound, and she was lucky you were there to keep him from taking her.” Hershel said. “And you, Michonne, are patched up. Just stay on bed rest for a few days, and you should be pretty close to new. You’ll need to take it easy for a bit, but this isn’t going to put you completely out of commission.

“Nothing puts Michonne out of commission.” Daryl said with a snort. He finally stood up, and though he promised himself he wouldn’t look again, he did. He coughed and looked away.

“Daryl, can you carry her to her cell?” Hershel asked.

“Without pants?” Daryl asked.

“Everyone’s outside anyway, and I’m not modest.” Michonne offered. She struggled to take the Tylenol that Beth offered her. It wasn’t easy lying on her stomach. She was sure it would do a world of good for the pain she was in right now, but she’d take anything she could get.

Daryl carried Michonne back to her cell and put her in her bed as gently as he could. “Hey, I’m sorry you got shot.” He said as he helped cover her with a blanket.

“It’s not your fault. Thank you for saving me.” Michonne said.

​“Anytime.” Daryl left and Michonne tried to sleep.

Notes

So I've loaded up a few of the chapters to get you all started. Currently the full version has 50 chapters, and I frequently add new chapters. If there are some new readers here who are interested, let me know and I'll continue to add chapters here.

Comments

Just discovered your story and love it so far. Always thought Daryl and Michonne would make a good couple!

Grimesgirl63 Grimesgirl63
1/28/18

Really great story!

cemmia cemmia
7/18/14
I love it! start writing again!!!
neentje neentje
8/6/13
I love your story. Keep up the good work
SVJohnson21 SVJohnson21
6/23/13
This is very well writen and I enjoy reading it.
Thewalkingdixon Thewalkingdixon
5/27/13