The Dixon's Best Friend. [Daryl Dixon Fanfiction.]

Repeated Yes' and Now's.

"So they're not dead?"

"Yes."

"So they're alive?"

"Yes."

"So he kissed you?"

"Yes."

"So Jesse is dead?"

"Yes."

"And you had been dating Jesse?"

I sighed. "Yes."

I sat up and turned to look at Michonne, I sadly couldn't read her expression.

"You were dating Jesse?"

"Michonne, it was, it just, it sorta happened before I met you. I mean it wasn't anything serious and I never really liked him that much, I just needed something to cling onto. We only kissed like once, and I swear I'm still a virgin!"

Michonne sighed. "Well, this might sound blunt but, he's dead now. What does it matter?" I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"You know, blunt is like the one word I would use to describe you." She laughs lightly and then straightens up.

"Wait, so you kissed Daryl, and you slept in the same bed as him, and he saw you shirtless yet you're still a virgin." I groaned and dropped my torso back onto her bed, she chuckled with laughter. "Daryl's a vigin too, if you must know." I say softly.

"Daryl Dixon is not a virgin." She shoots back.

"You've never met him." 

"Yeah because until about five minutes ago, he was dead." She stops leaning back against her head board. "And anyways, I've seen pictures of that boy. He can not be a virgin."

"Well unless he lost it whilst he was dead." I mutter softly, hoping upon hopes that he hadn't just thrown in away one druken night, which was how Merle lost his.

Michonne sighed and lowered herself down onto the bed next to me. "I wish I could meet them." She whispers.

I fall silent for a moment, thinking, thinking hard. I gulp softly.

"Well, you could. But not with their consent." Michonne rolls her head to face mine.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," I pause and think through most of my life decisions in the last few hours and realize that I made a huge mistake. "Would your parents be okay with you driving up to New York?"

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I exhaled deeply as the bus finally pulled to a halt outside a bus stop in New York. Michonne looks over at me and smile. "It's okay." She whispers and squeezes my hand. 

"I'm scared." I whisper.

"Don't be." She pulls me to my feet and drags me off the bus, thanking the driver as we go. We walk the streets of New York, hand in hand. If it wasn't for that, I'd have dropped to the ground, I was that nervous. 

"Where do they live?" Michonne asks.

"I've a vague idea." I whisper as we stop at a corner. "Okay, so you've dragged me to New York, without my parents permission, and now you tell me you're not even sure where they live?" Michonne raises and eyebrow.

"We just need to get to the suburbs, I'll know then." I say. Michonne sighs. "Fine, but hurry up. It's getting late and I am not falling a sleep on the streets of New York city. Thank you very much." 

I nod and follow her, as she read signs and asks for directions until finally we reach the edge of the dense city. Michonne stops and turns to face the huge concrete jungle.