"It feels weird." Carl said turning to look at Rick, both standing on the porch of their Alexandrian home on a sunny morning.

"What's that?" Rick grumbles. After he says the words he realizes being a morning person started to wear off once inside the walls of Alexandra, given that they couldn't afford the luxury of comfy beds to sleep in.

"Not having as much to do. You know back at the prison, it was just, constant I guess. The farm and…and the runs..you know we never really just sat around with nothing to do. I'm not used to it."

Rick adjusted his eyes from the harsh light reflecting the roofs of houses to his son.

"Well I'm sure those late nights with you and your comic books have something different to say about that." Rick smirked at Carl.

They both looked up quickly to the gates when they heard a woman yelling, but Carl was soon relieved to see it was Michonne ordering to open the gates after a run she made. Rick however wasn't as relieved.

Carl trotted down the steps and made his way towards Michonne, who greeted her with a friendly smile she sees every time she gets back from a run.

"1968 edition. Oldest I've found since the prison."

Michonne hands Carl a comic book of superheroes and smiles back at him.

"No way are you serious?!" Carl's smile got bigger after he realized he had collected a whole stash thanks to Michonne's runs and journeys. His comic books served him the only entertainment he wanted, reading late at night with a flashlight.

"Mich." Rick said in a calling tone. Looking worried and afraid, he walked over and approached the two.

"Don't wait up" Michonne put her hand on Carl's back and took off to Rick.

Rick's right hand rested on his gun holster, and his left on his waist. His eyes pointed down at the ground. Slight sweat perspiring on his forehead from the beating heat, eyes slowing moving up as Michonne got closer.

"I didn't know you went out on a run." Rick looks up to Michonne eye to eye this time. She tilts her head up slightly, a gesture she uses to give Rick the notion that he might be worried too much.

"Just a quick run. Deanna mentioned low stock in soil for the crops, saw a greenhouse a few miles back on the last run we took, might as well get to it before someone else does." Michonne glances down at Rick, looking at his holstered gun.

"You could've told me. You know it's dangerous, especially going alone." Rick looks behind Michonne to see Carl reading his comics while walking back to their home.

"Rick." Michonne places her hand on Rick's, feeling his rough beaten down hands. Hands that have touched and felt pain and hardship.

"Just tell me before you go again." Rick almost growled, but quickening his tone after he realized it sounded as if he was giving her a lecture. Michonne furrowed her brow.

"Please." Rick corrected his slight rude behavior.

Michonne lifted her hand up to his cheek, smiling lightly before he places his hand to her shoulder. They both lean in for a hug before walking off to meet up later in the day.

Rick's feelings towards Michonne grew quicker every day. He grew fascinated by her courage, her bravery, her toughness. He got so used to seeing weak people since it all started, he had forgotten what a truly smart and capable person looked like. He knew his group was capable, but something about Michonne seemed to amplify that. He was infatuated with her.

Later that night when things had cooled down and people had turned in for the night, Rick and Michonne stood on the porch again.

"9:56." Rick mumbled, looking down at his watch.

"I don't even know if it's right or not. Hershel always told me it's "now". Guess he was right in a way." He chuckles and smiles at Michonne, who delivered the smile back.

"Michonne I-" Rick was cut off as he inched closer to Michonne.

"I know." Michonne smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the cool breeze brush against her skin. Rick could only stare at her, admiring her gorgeous locks of hair rest on her shoulder, her calm and rested mind taking over her personality, leaving only a warm and kind attitude to Rick.

"Know what?" He snapped himself out of a daze, gently shaking his head as if a cartoon character on a show.

Michonne softly opened her eyes looking back at him.

"I dont't think I need to tell you." Michonne grinned at Rick, looking him up and down before walking towards him. Her smile went away rather quickly, as she looked into Rick's eyes and he to hers. She grew sad, but Rick knew and he acted. Rick placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in, touching each other's foreheads.

"I love you too." Michonne quietly spoke as she shed a few tears. Rick brushed them away with his thumb and leaned to kiss her, and together they stood on the dimly lit porch in the night, both touching lips and staying still, listening to the sound of brushing trees and gentle wind in the background.

"How did you know?" Rick spoke immediately after breaking away from the kiss. He placed both hands on the sides of her head as she placed hers on his waist.

"I just knew."