Author's Note: Hey guys!

There's some stuff I've been working on and posting over on Tumblr recently, just random oneshots and such, so I thought I'd start posting them over here, too. So I'll add a chapter to this story whenever I get one finished for your enjoyment! And don't worry, I'm still working on Fires, too, and already have part of the last chapter finished. I predict I'll have it finished before the Season 8 premiere, fingers crossed.

So for this first chapter, I reblogged an ask meme yesterday that said for people to send me a ship and the number of a prompt that each started "things you said..." So here you all go, just a fun little oneshot!

Prompt: Richonne + things you said under the stars and in the grass

"I never liked camping."

He laughs at her words, and turns his head to look at her, a bemused smile on his face as he watches her keep looking up at the clear night sky from where she lay next to him, in a small clearing where they'd set up camp for the night.

"Guess you had to get over your aversion to that pretty quickly," he says, still chuckling under his breath.

"Me, Andre, Mike, and Terry were sleeping outside in tents no more than a week after the mandatory evacuation was ordered in the city," she confirms, reaching and grabbing his hand from where it lays next to her in the grass, lacing their fingers together. "And I felt like I couldn't complain about it, because at least we had somewhere, and that was pretty good, all things considered. But, God, inside I hated it, Rick."

"I never pegged you as a girl who hated the outdoors."

"Well, it's not very practical to hate the outdoors nowadays. Plus, it's not like I hated the outdoors. I was perfectly content going hiking or kayaking for a day. I just preferred to end those days at home or in a hotel room, cozy with a glass of wine and a movie."

"Hmmm. You would've gotten along with Lori."

"She wasn't a camper?"

"Eh, she was okay with it," he tells her, rolling up onto his side and facing her. "She went on our fishing trips sometimes, mainly to appease me and Carl. But movies and wine sound way more up her alley."

She hums, and then peers at him curiously, like she's trying to figure something out.

"What are you thinking about over there?" he asks softly.

"Just trying to see you as a fisherman."

"Hey," he scoffs, hitting her lightly as she giggles. "I can fish."

"I'm trying to picture you in one of those khaki fishing hats. You know, the ones with the really wide brims that go all the way around and the string under the chin."

"Not everyone who goes fishing wears those."

"Come on, a country boy like you? I bet you wore one," she teases, and she smiles at the adorable pout that forms on his lips.

"I did not," he insists, frowning deeper for a moment before a wide grin abruptly breaks out on his face. "Shane did, though."

"He did not," she gasps, sitting up and staring at him incredulously.

"I swear to God, he did," he says with a nod. "He was the more outdoorsy one, of the two of us. His old man used to take him out all the time when he was a kid."

He looks past her, and gets a distant look in his eyes all of a sudden. She scoots closer to him, and places her hand on his cheek. It takes him a moment, but he looks back at her, a frown etched in his features once again.

"I miss him, sometimes," he tells her quietly. "Shane. I miss him more than I wish I did."

"I know, baby," she whispers, running her fingers over his skin. "I'm sorry."

He glances past her again, for just a moment before he catches her gaze and smiles softly, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his side.

"Shane's dad taught him all the constellations when he was little, and he used to show them to Carl and me when we camped out."

"Yeah?" she asked, settling into him and turning her face up once again, to look at the clear, starry sky. "Show me the ones you remember."

"Hmm, okay. Okay. See that little swoop there, and then how it crosses back? That's Andromeda."

"What?" she says, sitting up. "Where?"

"Right there," he tells her, sitting next to her and pointing towards the sky. "Andromeda, daughter of Cassiopeia. A swoop, and then a cross."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"No, I'm serious. Andromeda, right there, swoop, then cross."

"I don't see it."

He doesn't answer her, and when she looks over at him, she groans when she sees the smile on his face.

"Damn it, I knew you were bullshitting me!"

"Okay, okay, wait," he says, grabbing her as she goes to turn from him. "Okay, so I don't know where the constellation is, but it is a real constellation. Andromeda is the daughter of Cassiopeia in Greek mythology. I remember the story, just not where the constellation is."

"Yeah?" she asks, pulling back to look at him for a moment, before resting her head back on his chest. "What happened to her?"

"Well, she was beautiful. And she was so beautiful that her mother thought Andromeda was more beautiful than these sea nymphs, or something, so to punish her mom for her vanity, Poseidon sent this monster to their kingdom that would only be defeated if they sacrificed Andromeda. And that's what they tried to do, but she escaped. And she got married, and ended up being the great-grandmother of Hercules. When she died, they put her in the stars."

"That's…kind of a horrible story."

He shrugs.

"Not completely. The end is happy."

"Yeah, I guess."

They're quiet for a moment, simply enjoying one another in the quiet night, when he rubs a slow hand up her back, and speaks.

"So, you've really never gone camping?"

"I mean, I have now."

"No, this doesn't count," he tells her. "I mean before the world ended."

"Then, no. I've never gone camping."

"Would you have gone with me?" he asks, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up towards him. "If you had known me before, and I had asked?"

She smirks, and takes his hand that rests under her chin, bringing it to her lips and pressing her lips to the back of it, before dropping it into her lap and reaching her other hand out to run her fingers through his curly hair.

"Yeah, sheriff. I think I would've gone camping with you."

A/N: If you ever want to follow me on Tumblr, my writing blog is reciprocityfic, same as my account on here, and my main blog is, for Halloween, drfrankengrimes, but normally it's michonnejennings. I'm also one of the writers over at richonnejustdesserts, who also have an account on this website. Check us out - it's a network made up of so many talented authors!

xoxo,
Rebekah

(PS - Major bonus points to anyone who can tell me what movie I'm referencing with Rick and Michonne's constellation conversation. It's my all-time favorite movie, so again, I'll be super impressed :D)