Hey all, this is my first FanFiction piece. Please share your comments/thoughts about my story. I love TWD but I wanted to take this story back to my fav character, Michonne. I feel like she's been relegated to a minor character lately but she is more than that. She is a fierce warrior woman who deserves her own story.

Scott Gimple, I hope you are reading this lol.

CHAPTER ONE

"So how am I supposed to feel Rick? Glenn is gone. Sasha is gone, Darryl and Abraham. And you, well you might as well not be in this room with me. Since we came here, I have been waiting. I've been waiting for a sign that this life would be more than survival. That it would be more than me, myself and I. But I have come to the truth that want I want is not what I have. I want love. I want sex. I want more than this endless spiral of loss and pain."

"Michonne, I get that you are upset about our family. But you've gotta know that we are strong, we survive. We will come back from this. Don't give up on us, on yourself, on me."

"Where were you tonight Rick?" Michonne said, turning to look directly into Rick's eyes.

"I was ahhhhh patrolling the neighbourhood, and then I popped into see Jessie."

"Ahhh good old Jessie. You see Rick, since we got here, it's like you've lost your damn mind to that girl. It's like I ceased to exist to you. "

Rick moved from the doorframe and sat on her bed. Her posture was upright, her shoulders straight. But she wouldn't look at him.

"What? Michonne you are my family. You love Carl like his mother and his best friend. If I have done anything to make you feel less than, I'm sorry. But, with Jessie, I don't know? It's like she reminds me of me before this. Before the pain. Before I became this crazy guy shooting people in the street."

He laughed humourlessly, darting his blue eyes trying to find her soulful brown eyes. But she still wouldn't look at him. She meant too much to him but he knew this conversation could be the end of them.

"I'm tired, Rick. Do you know me? Do you really know me? Because I know you. I know about your life before the devil came to walk on this earth. You had a nice family, a white picket fence. But do you know what I had? Have you ever asked about me? What I have lost? What I need?"

"Michonne, I didn't realise you wanted to talk about before. You just always seemed so strong so…"

She turned around. It reminded him of who she was on the battlefield. He eyes stared directly at his. She moved closer to him and knelt at his feet.

"Yes I am strong. And yes I can be silent .But I am also a woman. The point is Rick, you didn't ever feel the need to ask me. The fact that I was a lawyer before this. The fact that I had a 3 year old son who died. The fact that my boy died because my boyfriend was too weak to be a better man for his son in this world. I had to be strong because I kept being let down by men I thought would love me. And love mine."

The words were whispered but this didn't lessen the power of her words to him.

"I don't know where this is coming from Michonne. I respect you. You are my second. You are the person who got us here. I only came because you made me! You rule me! Carol, Darryl and me were going to take this place over. But we didn't because of you!"

"Don't worry Rick. I know my place here. Your confidant. Your rock. Maybe this is my fault." She paused for a second, and then put both hands on his thighs.

"I have allowed myself to be an accessory in my own life. This isn't on you. This isn't on Jessie. This is on me."

He grabbed her hands resting on his thighs and clutched at them.

"Michonne I don't understand what's going on here. It's…..."

Michonne interrupted. "Rick, on the worst day of our lives here you went to Jessie. She smiled at you, huh? Stroked your hair? Told you everything would be ok and you could go back to the picket fence you and Lori had. Did she make you feel like a man? The man you once were?"

She paused, then continued. "Did you fuck her?" The room was filled with silence. Before he could answer, she spoke.

"Actually Rick, it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. ..Michonne, I..I wanted some comfort and yes Jessie was there for me but I don't understand what this has to do with us. We are not together that way. You have never shown me you wanted to be with me. You are too special to me for me to risk our family, relationship on sex."

"But that's what you don't get Rick. I want that! I want someone to talk to and have sex with. When we used to talk, at least I had a bit of that with you. Now, we don't have anything.

"Anything?!" Rick pulled himself up from the bed and walked towards the window. He could feel the anger rising through him at her words. Why would his relationship with Jessie have anything to do with his relationship with Michonne. What had he missed? He loved Michonne, sure, but she had not indicated she wanted more.

Or had she but he was too blind to see it in this new, picture perfect world he had been pursuing? Was Michonne attracted to him? He had always been attracted to her. Her smile. Her body. The way she held her sword. Even something as simple as that aroused him. But he had put that part of him away. The part that flirted with her. The part that gave her puppy dog eyes when she made him do something he didn't want to. The part that dreamed of her. He had put it away since coming to Alexandria.

Why did he do that? It wasn't a conscious thought, like he thought Rick stop being Rick with Michonne. But slowly he had been different with her. He didn't even realise it until now. He didn't even understand it. Was it because this new place was haunted with ghosts of his old life? Jessie was Lori. Lori was Jessie. If he kept that focus, he could start afresh. He could be the man before the apocalypse. It would be like all of this horror didn't happen.

But in doing this, what had he done to his best friend?