A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first Richonne fic so I don't really know how it's gonna turn out. I'm more confident with Whoffle but hey! Gotta expand the trash. This Isn't my best writing but I'm hoping it gets better! Thank you my lovely side dishes!

Michonne's POV:

I drove up to the new house cautiously, still not quite knowing which one it was. The street was an average length road off of the general suburb with four houses either side and another three in a curve at the bottom. A grass island with a few young boys playing football was situated in the middle to provide a next door football pitch. Suburbia. This street was the kind of place I always expected to move to with Mike. We always spent hours talking about King's County, a small town in the middle of nowhere, somewhere no one knew us and we could live a normal life. I shuddered at the memory until I spotted a tall man standing outside one of the larger houses on the curve of the street. He was wearing police uniform and by the way he held himself and the badge on his broad chest, I assumed he was the sheriff. I stared at his defined features for a few seconds, noticing the light stubble on his jaw and the way the short sleeves of his shirt exaggerated his biceps. Michonne! Stop! You just got divorced, at least focus on moving in first!. I wave away the impure thoughts just to see him at my car door casually. I took the hint and got out of the car.

"Uh, hey... Um sorry for staring... I kinda just spaced out for a sec..." Nice one Chonne, you've been here five minutes and you've already freaked out the Sheriff.

"No worries, just was gonna say that you may not wanna park your car on the road, people gotta get past 'n all." Even though he was obviously saying something important, I was too distracted by his southern drawl to really pay much attention.

"Uh yeah sure sorry, was just trying to find the right house before I pulled into a random driveway" All I could do was stumble an awkward reply which as soon as the words left my lips sounded curt. Shit. Now you've freaked out the sheriff and insulted him. Great.

"Which one you looking for?" The accent in his voice producing a low rumble on the 'r' which was almost entrancing.

"10 I think"

"Ah, two doors from me" The man smiled at me, it was reassuring to know that I hadn't completely scared him off, but his expression quickly turned sour in realisation. "Crap, sorry, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Rick, Rick Grimes, County sheriff." He held out a large hand which I gladly took.

"Michonne Rivers, well Royce again now, pleasure to meet you Mr Grimes." I took his hand and shook it firmly, noticing his tight grip. "Well, I better move the car and sort out these" I said gesturing to the pile of boxes filling my car.

"Oh, right, yeah of course. If you need any help, I can go get changed and come help if you like? Some of those are quite heavy. Not that you're not capable or anything of course." I could only giggle at his cloddish demeanour.

"I wouldn't wanna be a bother, but as long as you're not busy it would be amazing"

"Nah, it's all good, I'll go get changed and I'll see you in 10?"

Rick's POV:

"Yeah sure, I'll get parked up and find the kettle!" She smiled brightly at me as she got back in the car, backing up into the driveway. Damn. I had to stop myself from running back to the house until I saw Carl jog up to me. "Dad? Who was that?"

"Just someone who's moving in today, I'm just gonna go help her with some thangs just stay here, you'll able to see me anyway, I'm only at number 10"

"Okay!"

As soon as I got through the door I ran up to the bedroom and threw off my belt, trousers and shirt. I searched frantically for my best pair of jeans and black shirt that was just a little to tight. Not bad Grimes, you clean up pretty well. I rushed into the connected bathroom and slapped on some cologne and put a brush through my hair. Urgh, this is getting out of control, I look like Captain Birdseye, but will she notice if I shave? Maybe just a trim?. After pruning the beard, I calmed myself down. 14:03. "You're just helping her out, nothing else. You're just being a good sheriff. Okay. " As I walked up to number 10, I gave Carl a little wave and mentally prepared myself and knocked on the door. The first thing I noticed was her legs. She had obviously changed into more comfortable clothes to work in, which showed off her perfect ebony legs. I shook away the thoughts of the near stranger and start to speak. "Hey! Just me again, ready to start? Or am I too early? Or..." Real smooth.

"Hey Rick! Nah, this is the perfect time, come in"

Michonne's POV:

I smile to hide my nervousness as I invite him into my empty home. Had he shaved? "Would you like a drink?" I manage to form a sentence to my own amazement.

"I'm good but thank you. So where should we start?"

"Uh the sofa? So at least you'll have somewhere to sit and maybe your bed?" I noticed the slight reddening of his cheeks and the tips of his ears when he said the word. Embarrassment suited him, it was cute. He was cute.

"Yeah that sounds good, thank you again so much for helping me; when I first bought the house I didn't think I'd have to do this alone." Really Chonne? Dropping in the divorce card already?

"It's no problem, I was only gonna catch up on some TV. I'd much rather help you." His smile was genuine and comforting, I was glad to have a friend so soon, especially the Sheriff. He helped me with the large bulk of the furniture throughout the afternoon with pleasant conversation flowing easily between us. We spoke about Atlanta and his son ,Carl, who was one of the boys playing football on the grass. We worked until 19:00 and I heard his stomach rumble. "Heh, sorry, guess we've been working for a while." He smiled at me once more but in a friendlier way as though we had be friends for years.

"Thank you so much for today, let me make it up to you. Why don't you and Carl stay for dinner? I know it's still not quite done but how about Chinese on our laps?" I was clutching at straws but I didn't want the day to end, I could never stand being alone, even before Mike.

"Yeah sure! That sounds great! Chinese is Carl's favourite, I'm sure you two will get on like a house on fire." After Rick calling Carl in from outside and an awkward introduction later, I had called the takeout place and it was on it's way.

"Whoa! You have the original Batman comics! No way!" Carl was staring at the half opened box of comics in the corner whilst I was talking to his Father.

"Of course! I've been collecting them since I was around your age. Would you like to borrow them?"

"No way! Thank you so much!" He ran up and hugged me. I looked to Rick but he paying for the delivery and by the time he turned round Carl was gawking over his new comic. They both stayed into the night until Carl had to go to bed but Rick seemed reluctant.

"Thank you for letting him borrow the comic, and thank you for dinner, it's been a while since I've seen him this happy." All I could do was blush.

"It's really no problem! I should be thanking you. I couldn't have made this much progress with the house without you." We both smiled at each other and said our goodbyes with an awkward hug.

"Oh, um Chonne" "Chonne?" "Do you mind if we exchange numbers? I mean, I know we live so close but if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to give me a call. I'd love to do this again sometime." The blush came back, even deeper than before.

"Of course, always good to have the sheriff on my side" I winked without even meaning to and quickly closed the door and sat behind it. Well, at least my first day had been interesting.