A/N : So I've been wanting a lighthearted, fun and adult frienship for Michonne on the show. Story with a character that's away from the Grimes family because even though I ship Richone/Grimes 2.0, I don't want Michonne's life and story to surround that all the time. Considering her stories on both the show and fics tend to mostly involve that, I figured I'd do something different. (Still open to do Richonne fics, so send in a prompt or idea if you want it)with a character that was different from herself but also someone she could relate to. Abraham. And after their small scene from season 5, I've been wanting that possible friendship, espeially since they don't give me enough Michonne/Glenn Big Sister/Little Brother. This isn't a romance series, although Abraham being Abraham have no issue with flirting. Anyway, one with the story. I'd really appreciate feedback. It's my first time doing a TWD fic and I haven't written in general in a long ass time. You hear that rust? Talking years…
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Chapter 1: Kudos To You
Summary: After Michonne leaves her own welcome party, she finds herself on her rooftop and ends up being joined by intriging company…
It was definitely past midnight. There was an unusual chill in the Alexandrian air on the late August night. She had been in DC during the winter once before, but only for a business and she certainly couldn't wait to get the hell back to Atlanta then. Although it wasn't winter yet, hell, it wasn't even fall, she was welcoming the crisp air against her warm body to keep her awake. Alert. She didn't want to sleep just yet. Fall prey to the overwhelming lifestyles these people had. And she damn sure didn't want to fall asleep and fall off the damn roof she was perched on top of.
Deanna had thrown them all a welcome party to help them get comfortable with the new enviroment. To get her family and the residents acquainted. The alcohol was still flowing, the commotion was still going. The music had turned a bit louder as the intoxication allowed the lack of care about the noise. She could hear it all still going the street. She knew she should have stayed. She was the new constable after all. They needed to trust her. Respect. Believe. Once upon a time, she excelled at this. The parties, the people and charming her way into people's lives? That was all her. Before.
A booming voice hits her from below. Made up lyrics coated in drunken rowdiness, making it's way past the owner's lips. The large ginger man stumbling in his march down the street with a sizable, most likely stolen, bottle in his hand.
"I don't know what I've been told!
But my nips cut diamonds in this fucking cold!"
Michonne could only raise an eyebrow in amusement at Abraham's drunk antics. She already had to encounter it a couple of time tonight already. Hell, if she was being honest with herself, some of his words at the party were the reason why she was on top of her roof instead of under it. Trapped in her own mind. With her sword keeping her company.
And when I finish that final glass!
I'll warm up enough to tap some ass!"
"Hoorah!"
Abraham halted in his zig-zag tracks at the mispronounced battle cry. Glassy, red eyes surveying his surroundings, making sure he was hearing things. It wouldn't been the first time.
He finally looked up at his intruder and smirked behind his infamous horseshoe mustache, stumbling back as he tried crane his neck to get a good look. "Now that's what I'm talking about, warrior queen."
Michonne shook her head and chuckled at the man standing in the dark street with his button up shirt untucked and no longer buttoned, off white tank top underneath and perfectly combed hair, no longer perfect, trying to stand still. "What on Earth are you doing?"
"Having a slush rush of a time." His chest heaved, trying to catch his breath as he watched. Why she was on the roof of her house, he didn't know or care. It's was a scary and dangerous sight. She was a scary and dangerous sight. He wanted in. "Wants some company?"
"I thought you were going to get some ass?"
"Who says I ain't?" From the look on the woman's face, he realized the words that fell out of his mouth. Last thing he wanted was a sword flying from that rooftop and through his chest because of his loose lips. "I meant when I get home. I'm in no hurry. That ass still be there when I get in."
Michonne shook her head at the stumbling cover up. Although, she was perfectly fine sitting alone, she wouldn't mind some entertainment and body warmth from the giant, brash soldier. Better than sitting alone drunk with her sword. "Go in my room, it's the master bedroom. There's a bathroom in there. Climb out the window."
"As you wish, m'lady." If only Michonne had a camera, she would have been snapping away at his sluggish gentleman's bow and him tripping up the steps. Luckily, no one was else was home yet. Daryl never showed at the party, although she saw him get dressed for it, Carl was hanging out at Ron's down the street, Carol was mingling with the Susie Homemakers, Rick was still playing man of the hour and although Judith was inside, she was passed out from her busy day. Michonne made sure to bring the baby monitor with her next to her sword.
Her ears listened out for his heavy and careless steps, hoping he wouldn't wake the baby. He was suprisingly quiet. The idea of a drunk Abraham possibly theatrically tip toeing around the house was an image that hysterically stained her brain and into a laughing fit. The window slid open with Abraham trying to come through head first onto the roof. She quickly grabbed the bottle, set it to the side and latched on his arms. The last thing she needed was this man falling off and ending sprawled out on her front lawn looking like the town drunk. After a few struggling, intoxicated efforts, and his feet knocking over a few toiletries, she finally got him through.
"Damn. That's a set of fine, polished guns you got there, warrior queen." He noticed her sword and baby monitor before he plopped beside her, sighing with a smile on his face. Enjoying the late night view. "You got a nice room too. Of course Mr. Grimes would give you the master bedroom all to yourself."
Michonne twisted off the top of her newly acquired bottle and takes a gulp. It was stronger than expected. Made her wonder where in the hell did he get it. "What makes you say that?"
"Darlin', that man would hand you his own balls seasoned and sauteed on a silver platter with a little garnish on the side if you asked him." That definitely got her choking on her next taste, making her companion to chuckle in response. "That man's more whipped than a lemon meringue pie."
Michonne could only shake her head. Where does he come up with this stuff? "You certainly have a way with words. You should be an author."
"I could," He nodded in agreement. Not one to believe in modesty, "but what good would that do now that we live in a world where books are now just thick folders filled with paper to wipe our asses with. Decades from now, when life gets easier, people are going to be clamoring for the next Abraham Ford novel?"
Michonne took in his words. He may have had a point. Didn't mean they all couldn't enjoy the little things. That's what he was trying to tell her before right? That they didn't have to live like that anymore? "I love to read."
So did he. It wasn't something he was ashamed of. People just had the tendancy to look at him and think he was a literary genius. His glassy eyes found her body swaying side to side to the music in the distance. Even wasted and listening to one of Aiden's 'Run Mix' she was graceful. "Well maybe I'll whip something up just for you."
A long but comfortable silence fell upon them as they passed the bottle of dark liquor back and forth. The stars twinkling at them and the chill of the night air against their skin started to disappear.
"I hope I didn't offend you."
The swaying stopped and her red eyes shot open at the sudden intrusion of his voice. "What?"
"Earlier, when we were talking." Her head dropped down and he knew she knew what he was talking about. After he had walked away from their conversation, he realized that it may had been too much at that time. He wasn't planning on dwelling on it, but he figured since they were sitting right here-
"If it weren't for you making a stand against Little Ricky, we probably wouldn't be here, sitting on this brisk night with food in our bellies, a roof under our asses and sipping on the yak." Her eyes looked to his, studying him. Wondering what his point was. "Guess I'm worried. You can be a warrior and live like a queen." His eyes briefly fell on the sword and baby monitor her fingers still grazed before looking back at her. "You've earned it."
Twice in one night, Abraham Ford was giving her deep thought. Her mind swirking. Or was that the alcohol? She wasn't sure. Whatever it was, it was comforting and frustrating. She knew she needed to try and make it work. Adjust somehow. But how? She knew how, but was she ready? Dammit Abe. You're right. "Well, if you weren't so hell bent on getting to Washington before, maybe the idea wouldn't have came to me. So, kudos to you." She handed him back the bottle, letting him take a celebratory swig.
"Yeah." It felt good to hear the words. To hear that all of his efforts hadn't gone to waste. It may not have been the cure they ended up with. He doubt they'd live long enough to see one exist, but they made it. To hear one of the great leaders of the makeshift family he stumbled into acknowledge his effort and decdication on doing what he believed was right, it felt pretty damn good. "Kudos to us both."
They both continued to drink out of the cold bottle of liquor late into the night on that rooftop with small smiles on their faces as they ignored the sounds of their own welcome party down the steet.
A/N: Each chapter is going to be about Michonne & Abraham hanging out on the setting on a rooftop. There may be some angsty chapters, plenty of humor chapters, getting to know you chapters ect. I'll probably have some characters in some chapters, not necessarily on the rooftop, but the maybe somewhere in the chapter. Other characters will definitely be mentioned, as you can see in this chapter. But every chapter will have Abraham and Michonne on rooftop and the progression of their friendship. Hope you'll give some feedback. Maybe some chapter ideas...