Taking a Chance

Chapter 19

Michonne pulled into the parking lot at Daryl's apartment building. She slammed the Jeep into park, taking her frustration out on her vehicle. She was furious at Daryl.

Last night she had felt the urge to call Gabrielle and see how she was doing. When she finally got around to asking her what had she and Daryl decided to do about the marriage, Michonne was completely shocked when Gabrielle started crying uncontrollably.

It took her almost an hour, but she finally got the whole story out of her best friend. Now she was arriving to kill Daryl or at least seriously maim him. It didn't matter to her that he was bigger than she was or he was her husband's best friend. She and Daryl were going to have it out right then and there.

The incessant pounding on his front door woke him up. Daryl realized he had passed out on his sofa...again. He put his hand over his eyes and prayed they went away. No one ever came to visit him anyway so they probably had the wrong apartment. God, his head was killing him.

Michonne pounded harder on the door when Daryl didn't answer it. She knew he was home as his bike was parked downstairs. "Daryl, open this damn door now!" she yelled.

What the fuck was Michonne doing at his door waking him up at? Daryl looked at his watch - twelve thirty-eight. "Damn it was the afternoon already," he realized. Slowly he got up off the sofa and felt his head start to pound even more. He wasn't sure if it was his head or the door that was making so much noise. He had to stop getting so drunk.

He unlocked the door and before he barely had it open Michonne pushed past him. "Come on in, Michonne," he said sarcastically.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded.

Daryl had never seen her this mad at him before and he had no idea why. She also never used the word fuck, so he knew something was up. "I have no fuckin' idea what you are talking about. Let's sit down, my head is killing me."

It didn't go unnoticed the dozens of empty beer bottles scattered around the apartment. The overflowing ashtrays and the fast food containers left out. Daryl never lived like this. His place was always neat and clean.

Michonne knew a hangover when she saw one. Daryl could throw them back as well as anyone else, but she had never seen his place like this. She was going to get to the bottom of this no matter what.

"Fine," she said and sat herself down on the sofa.

She used the word that all men hated 'Fine' and that was never good. Daryl grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen before sitting down next to her. "What did I do?" His head was still fuzzy from all the beer he had drunk last night or he may have figured out why she was here.

"I spoke to Gabby last night. To say that she is upset is an understatement. I was surprised when she told me you guys had been talking. I know you asked for her phone number, but I thought you were checking up in the divorce, not trying to get into her pants again." Michonne stopped there to see what his reaction was going to be. Daryl had always kept his sex life private. She honestly didn't even know if he had one as she had never seen him with a girl in the whole time she knew him. Rick had told her that Daryl didn't do relationships, just occasional one night stands. He was not going to treat Gabby that way.

Michonne had not forgotten the mess between them in Las Vegas. Gabrielle was completely to blame for that, but she didn't think Daryl was the type to play the payback game, especially after all this time.

Gabby had explained everything to Michonne in between her tears. That from the very start she was attracted to Daryl and her way of dealing with it was to try to turn him away by being a bitch. But then they had to get drunk and end up married and that threw her into a tail spin of not knowing how to handle it. Gabby was mad at herself for marrying a complete stranger, but at the same time, she was desperately attracted to him.