I do not own anything related to The Walking Dead. If I did, my last name would probably be Kirkman and it's not. It's… Well that's not important right now.

The following is a sequel to my other fic 'The Best Man.' I enjoyed writing it so much that I decided to write a sequel that will follow the married life of Rick and Michonne and their relationships with other TWD characters while living in King's County. It is a Richonne centered fiction, but will also focus on other couples.

So here we go…

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Date Night….

I finish putting my last items in the push cart and I am on my way to the cashier at the local supermarket. Let me see, only one cashier, are you kidding me? It is past four in the afternoon and only one cashier? There are six cash registers. Let me see who, oh goodness, not… Oh geez, Malory! The know it all, twenty something years old cashier. Somehow she knows everyone's business and asks the most inappropriate questions. That's not even the half of it, I honestly thing she is just right out crazy. There are a couple of people ahead of me. But I really need to get these things… Let me just buy this and get out of here as fast as I can. Great… My turn is up.

"So, how is Mrs. Grimes doing?" Ask know it all Malory.

"She is great, thanks for asking." I tell the smiling young girl. I try to keep the conversation short and sweet.

"I've seen her, boy; you got a winner on your hands! You must consider yourself a lucky guy, huh?"

I muster a smile and pick up a magazine, bring it up to my face and begin to flip the pages, trying to give her a hint. But it won't work.

"I mean, have you seen those legs? Well I bet you have and much more. Nice dark brown and very long. Wow, is it getting hot in here or is it me?... She is some lady, am I right?"

What the hell?! I don't say anything. I just want to get my stuff and leave. I push the magazine even higher.

"Hey, Mr. Grimes, I heard that there are some women in town that are jealous."

I lower the magazine just a little to look over with a confused expression on my face. "Because, I'm with Michonne?"

"Yeah right, don't be silly, because she's with you. You ever heard of woman crush Wednesday? Well, there are some women and as you may already know, a lot of men crushing on your wife. And it isn't even Wednesday yet, you know what I mean?"

"Actually, I don't and I don't care. Now, this is everything." I point to my items. "I really need to get back to work."

She stops pressing the buttons on the computer screen at her register and looks straight at me. "So, that is why I say, you are one very lucky man… Oh yeah." She says with her mouth wide open licking her lips then forming a devilish smirk as she nods her head for a few seconds and doesn't say anything. I look around, a little confused and somewhat scared and then suddenly she speaks again. "So, Mr. Grimes, did you get everything you need? Oh, wine, chocolates, lobster. Wow, what a night you two are going to have! Someone is getting really lucky tonight!"

I begin to pack my items. She picks up the chocolates and dangles it in front of me. "Wow, chocolates? I wonder how you're going to use this, being newlyweds and all…" I snatch the chocolate from her hand and put it in the plastic grocery store brand bag.

"Uhm… Yeah, how much?" I can feel my face getting a little flushed. Well actually very red-faced. Malory is right, though; we're going to have a great night. A date night. We've been so invested in our jobs since returning from the honeymoon that I wanted to do something special and she thought of us having a date night at home. I insisted on cooking the meal for her, since Carol has been teaching me some things and gave me a notebook with all her wonderful recipes, I knew I can do this, for my love.

Although we have been working hard in our jobs, everyday has just been wonderful. Even if it meant that at times we only get to see each other in the mornings for a brief moment and then later in the night after returning from our shifts, those instances are cherished. But I wanted to do something special for the most important person in my life.

"That'll be seventy-eight dollars and fifty three cents. I bet she is worth every penny, huh?" The wide eyes happy, disturbing and nosy girl asks.

"That and more, here you go." I pay, finish packing my groceries.

"I bet she is." Malory says as she counts the money with a smirk. "Hey, Mr. Grimes?" She whispers and motions with her hand for me to move in closer.

Oh goodness, she is one creepy girl. I do it, I don't know why, but I do.

Malory leans in closer, looks to either side a couple of times to see if anybody is listening and then her gaze is back on me. "Did you hear about Mrs. Sullivan? That the baby might not be his?" She whispers.

"No, and I'm not interested." I find myself whispering back.

"How about Merle returning after leaving that skank chick?"

"Malory, I really need to go."

"And Shane and Andrea. I knew I saw that coming, what'd you think?"

"I think you scare me."

"If I hear anything else, I'll let you know." She whispers and winks.

"Malory, get some help." I whisper back.

Malory moves back, smiles, opens her eyes wide, nods her head and yells, "Next!"

I walk out with my bags and get in my car as fast as I can. I look back at the store for a second or two and shake my head.

Ok, let me see. I am in the squad care, I take out my cell to call Michonne…

"Rick…Rick, pick up. Over." It's dispatch. I pick up.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's going on? Over."

"A call came in. A disturbance at the Potter's residence. Can you go over and check it out? Over"

"Roger that, I'll go check out what's happening… Again."

I drive over to the Potter's residence. Myrna, a sixty something years old Caucasian woman living with her twenty nine years old son Eugene. It is not the first time that I have been called over to the Potter's home, but I really hope this is the last.

I walk out of my car and walk up to the house and am quickly greeted outside by Myrna in her cooking apron. Her hair is unkempt and she is wielding her cooking spoon.

"OK, now, Mrs. Potter, you need to calm down. Let's go inside and tell me everything." I put my hands softly on her shoulder trying to calm her down and lead her to her home. Once we are inside I ask her to tell me what happened.

"That waste of flesh and bone! That fat piece of shit! All he does is sit on his fat ass, playing video games all day long. He doesn't go out and try to get a job and I had it!" Says a very visibly annoyed Mrs. Potter. "And when I confront him about his worthlessness, he tells me that he is smarter than me."

"Now Ma'am just calm down. Where is he?" I ask as I look around.

"Where would he be? In my basement like a fat freaking troll. If he can't pay for anything here he can't have his own room anymore."

I ask her to show me where the basement is and I proceed in. I see Eugene playing one of his many games without a care in the world. He is sitting on an old chair. He has a small military style cot nearby as a bed and clothes in a hamper, which is overflowing. There are dirty dishes all around and empty energy drink bottles. His hair has grown out into a very unflattering mullet, since last I saw him.

"Hey, how's everything going Eugene?" I ask to start a conversation with the sad looking guy.

"I imagine my mother called you since she cannot understand that I need to concentrate and do my best." Says Eugene without looking up from the TV screen.

"Your best at being a bum?" Mrs. Potter angrily questions.

"Mrs. Potter, please. Can you go upstairs and let me talk with your son for a second or two?" I ask to ease the tension in the room. She agrees with a nod and leaves. I sit next to Eugene on his cot.

"I know your mom can get a little upset, but I think it is because she knows you can do a lot better. I know it was hard losing your job and all, but you can find another one, Eugene, you know you can." I say as I pat him gently on the shoulder.

He turns from what he was doing and looks at me. "But Rick, they won't let me back in the school. I loved teaching." Eugene shared as he looks down with a defeated expression on his face.

"It's just one school. Try to apply to another one."

"Even though I was arrested? Thanks to that damn Officer Walsh!" Eugene exclaims between gritted teeth.

"Eugene, you know you should not have been following Ms. Hernandez."

"I was accompanying her to her car."

"Did she ask you to?"

"No."

"Did she ask you to do it more than thirty times while hiding in the bushes?"

"No."

"Eugene, you can't work in the same school as Ms. Hernandez, but try another one. You know you are a smart guy and a great teacher."

Eugene looked up at me with teary eyes. He lunged at me and grabbed me in a hug.

"Ok… There, there…" I pat him on the back. "It's Ok, you can let go now… Eugene let go, let, go before I mace you!" He lets go of his embrace and I pat him one more time and nod. He returns the nod with a smile and wipes his tears. I speak with Mrs. Potter to give Eugene some more time and that he agreed to look for another job. She reluctantly agrees and I leave.

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It is the end of my shift and I am about to drive home. I hear my ringtone. Oh my phone. By the special ringtone I know it's my girl. I can't help but smile.

"Well hello." I say with a wide grin.

"Hi, babe. How was your day?" She asks and I know she is grinning too.

"It was…Well, like any other day, but tonight will be great."

"You don't say? Well, I will be getting home a little late. I'll be picking something up."

"What is it?"

"Oh, you'll see."

"I'll see and I know I'll like… Girl, now you got me all hot and bothered." I say and she laughs in such a sexy way over the phone. "Wait, 'til you see what I have for you!"

"Now you got me the same way, Rick."

"Do I now?" I can't help but fantasize what she is picking up. Oh wow, tonight is going to be something else!

I can hear her breathing getting a little heavy on the phone and so is mine but then, "Rick, I need to go. I have a meeting right now… Can't wait to see you later, love."

"Yeah, see you soon." We hang up and I drive home to start our date night.

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I just got my lobster raviolis in the water. I seasoned the asparagus. I put the wine to chill and ready to make my chocolate soufflé. The soufflé is for her, she'll be my dessert. Oh yeah…

"Ding, dong, Ding, dong."

The doorbell? What the hell? Michonne must have forgotten her keys or something. I open it and… Oh my God! Please no!

"Rick, where's Michonne? I really need to speak with her!" It's Andrea. She passes by me. I am still holding the door knob in shock.

"Wait, what are you doing here, right now?" I walk over to Andrea.

"I am here looking for my friend. I need to speak with her. Is she home?" Andrea says with what looks like some tears and a lot of over dramatization in her body language.

"What now Andrea?" I as say and I am very annoyed. "Come on! Can't you just call her? Tomorrow, next week, never? I don't care, just go."

"No, I need to talk to her. Is she here?"

"No, she isn't and we have something planned and you are ruining it. I'll tell her to call you."

"No, then I'll wait!" She says and sits on our couch. "I hate him, that stupid friend of yours. He's a pig!"

"Who? Shane?"

"Do you know what he did, since he is your best friend and all?"

"Andrea, I don't know and I don't care, now get out!"

"Well, he told me that I have to change a lot of things about myself. Can you believe that?" She stood up and walked up to me and without warning grabbed me in the most uncomfortable embrace. "Rick, what's wrong with me? Please tell me" She cried.

My arms are awkwardly down. I should have kept my gun belt on… Just kidding, well maybe. She is still crying. I slowly reach up with my right hand and pat her on the head.

"There, there Andrea. I can't do that."

"Why?... Because… Because, there's nothing wrong with me?" She asks as she looks up at me.

"No, not that. It'll take me all night and I really want you to get the hell out of my house."

"I hate you too!" She punches me in the gut. I fold in pain and she sits back down on my couch. "I'm going to stay and wait for my friend."

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong."

What? Michonne? I walk over to the door, bent over in pain. I open and it is my older brother Jeff and his eleven years old boy Carl.

"Jeff, what are you doing here?" I ask. I am confused and in pain. I stand up straight, rub my belly. Look over to the kid that is playing a game on his phone.

"Rick, I have to go overseas again and I want some stability for my son."

"Jeff, what are you saying?" I tilt my head and give him a side stare.

"Well, since you're married now. I feel you and Michonne can give him the stability that he needs."

"Jeff, we are newlyweds. You can't do this!" I can hear the boy sigh deeply. "Uhm, Carl, can you sit over there for a moment while your dad and I speak?" I point towards the swing that is on the far side of the porch. I don't want the boy to hear us.

Once the boy is far enough I get closer to Jeff and speak in a lower tone, but very upset. "Jeff, what about mom? I just can't do this right now and it's not fair to Michonne!"

"Mom, said she couldn't and that she already did her job raising her children. Rick, the boy doesn't even have a mother. I can't keep dragging him around everywhere the military sends me.

"Jeff, I understand that. But brother, I just got married." I plead.

"Come on. How long have you've been married? One year, two years?"

"Six months."

"Long enough, listen I really got to." Jeff rushes off the porch and runs towards his car that is still on.

"Jeff wait!" I try to follow him but he gets in his car quickly.

"Rick, consider him your boy now. I told him to call you dad and Michonne mom, so it can feel normal." Jeff says from the car window. He waves towards his son, who doesn't look up from his sitting position on the swing.

"Normal? What are you talking about? Jeff!" I stand behind and watch the car drive away

"Bye, brother!" Jeff yells and extends an arm through the car window to wave good-bye.

I walk up to my porch and see the boy sitting there with his head down. I go over and pat him on his back. "Come on, let's get inside." And I close the door behind me.

XXXXXXX

I get the dinner and all the preparations done in the kitchen. I walk out into the living room and I see Andrea still sitting on the couch with her arms crossed and Carl is sitting next to her watching wrestling on TV.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding, dong."

Oh Lord! Now what?! I hesitantly walk to the door. I take a deep breath and I open it. Daryl?

"Rick, I didn't know what to do. I don't want to bother ya. On the count that now ya'll married folk and such, but I can't go back there." Daryl says. He is visibly annoyed and has a fresh black eye.

"Merle?" I ask and know.

"Yeah."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I nod and look down. "Come in."

"Wait, I saw someone hiding in the bushes over there. I believe its Eugene." Daryl says as he looks over and looks back at me a squint.

I look towards that direction. What the hell?! It is Eugene and he thinks I can't see him. I walk over where he is "hiding."

"Eugene. Why are you hiding in the bushes near my house?" Eugene stands up from his hiding place.

"I wanted to speak with you."

"Eugene, we already spoke. What happened?"

"I can't return to that misery."

"Eugene, go home. And if I see you in my bushes again. I'm shooting you." I say as I walk back to my house. Daryl and I enter and I close the door.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding, dong."

"Eugene, I told you to…"

"Rick, that woman is driving me insane."

"Shane, why are you here?" It is Shane and he is very visibly distressed as he is in my doorway and rubbing his head.

"Cause you're my friend and you should have warned me that she was crazy."

"Shane, I did."

"You did? What did you say?"

"I said, "that she was crazy."

"Why didn't I listen?"

"Because you said, 'Crazy or not, she has the best pair of breasts you've seen in a long time.'"

"I said that?"

"Yeah, that is why you didn't listen…"

"Nah man, I mean, I said breasts, not tits?"

"… OK, Shane, we'll talk later, this is a very important night and I really need for you to…"

"Shane? Why are you here?" Andrea yells from where she is when she sees Shane at the door. She stands up. "Don't let him in Rick. This place is only for the truly evolved human kind." She looks over to Daryl who is biting his nails and spits. "Well, I guess there are a few exceptions."

"Hey, watch is psycho Barbie!" Yells, Daryl in his defense.

"What did you call me?!" Shouts Andrea.

Before I can stop it, Shane pushes his way through and begins to argue with Andrea, Daryl is arguing with Andrea and Carl raises the volume of the TV. I am still next to the door. I was about to walk over to stop the mayhem, when the door opens and it is Michonne. She has her heavy briefcase, her purse and a small pink gift bag. She is smiling as she walks in. I grab her briefcase quickly. She plants a passionate kiss on me. She puts her hand in the gift bag and takes out a baby blue nighty that she just got for tonight. She suddenly looks past me and sees that I'm not alone.

"Well damn girl! What ya got there?!" Shouts Shane.

They all stop arguing and stare our way. I quickly grab the nighty; put it back in the bag. I grip her hand and gently pull her to the kitchen.

"Baby, what's happening?" She asks with a confused look.

"Mich, we gotta talk."

"I bet we do… Oh and I think I saw someone hiding in the bushes."

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Well, what do you think is going to happen next? Will they ever have a date night? Should they send everybody to hell and get new friends? What will Michonne say about raising a pre-teen and being a newlywed?

I always love including Carl when I can because of his relationship with Michonne.

So, what do you think so far?

Thanks for reading