A/N : Just a little something that popped in my head today. I decided to write this one shot. There's no plot or plan just Rick and Michonne being inevitable.

Enjoy!

Sophia

"Michonne! You made it! Wow. I didn't think you would!" Mike said giving her a once over.

"You look beautiful! I guess a good break up would do that for you!" his underhand insult rolled over her like a bad memory, which she had in droves considering this was Mike she was speaking to. They had broken up a whole two years ago, or rather Mike had broken up with her. His reason being that she just didn't do it for him anymore. What he had failed to leave out was he had found somebody who did it for him a whole lot better. Mike was the guy she was going to marry, he was everything and more she wanted in a guy. He was smart and charming. There wasn't a person who didn't like Mike on first meeting him. They met in College and had fallen instantly in love. Michonne had felt so content being at Mike's side. She pictured them getting married after they had completed their law degrees but that dream had taken a detour and crashed in a field called harsh reality.

Unfortunately for her she and Mike had the same friends and because they stayed close after College everybody still hung out quite often. Mike was always around, which meant he and his fiance Monica was often in her line of sight. Monica was a typically pretty woman if you were going for the overdone, exotic look. She also had a law degree and had Mike hooked around her little finger. She never passed up an opportunity to throw that shade in Michonne's direction. After their break-up and a considerable amount of time had passed, Maggie and Andrea had set her up on every available single man there was in Georgia. If they were breathing, she dated them, just to appease her friends who only wanted the best for her. Nobody had struck a cord, she was beginning to think that something was seriously wrong with her. After Eli, who has very charming on their first date showed up with his four kids on their second date she drew the line. Every child was a different color and race, they looked like an advertisement for United Colors of Benetton. She had enough.

She was currently suffering from PTSD; Post Traumatic Single Disorder. Everyone In her circle was either in a committed relationship, engaged or married and she was all dated out.

She had gotten really good at pretending that she was just fine with this whole engagement thing. She smiled when she was supposed to and her comments over Mike's engagement had sounded quite genuine. She smoothed over the awkwardness in their circle by being as normal as she could be. No one knew her internal sufferings of feeling unwanted and not good enough for Mike Johnson, especially after all they had been through. No, she would hold her head up high like the proud black woman she was, her mantra; Fake it til you make it. It was why she was at his engagement party in the first place. When the invites rolled around for their storybook wedding she committed herself to attend and vowed to try her best not to look like the jilted ex girlfriend.

As soon as she got to the Alexandria Hotel she walked up to the bar and asked for a gin tonic. Of course Mike would have his engagement party in one of the fanciest hotels in Georgia. Mike's parents came from old money and his parents weren't shy about showing off a little. Especially now that their only son was getting married. While waiting for her drink, she laid eyes on a handsome white guy nursing a drink of his own at the bar. He had the most captivating blue eyes she had ever seen. Their eyes had joined in a steady perusal of the the other and she allowed her glance to fall away. Now was not the time to step out of herself. She just wanted to show her face at this event and crawl home to watch some Netflix. She was currently on season two of The Walking Dead and she needed to see how this cowboy was gonna survive the Apocalypse with the barest of essentials and a Triflin wife. She accepted her drink and sipped a bit unladylike as she saw in the bar's mirror a kiss shared between Mike and his fiance. She rolled her eyes.

"God, please if you love me at all could you please let Denzel Washington appear as my boyfriend just for tonight!" she whispered her vain wish a bit loudly, unable to bear the thought of seeing these two love birds all night. She walked away, leaving her half glass of gin.

She soon met up with Maggie and Andrea, two of her good friends and they were having a grand time when she excused herself to go to the bathroom, which is how she ended up bouncing into Mike.

She was glad she decided to wear her little black dress, every girl had one that could make even a blind man see. Hers didn't fail her, it shouted at all her curves and showed off her rounded ass and ample bosom. She was a sight to see and she knew it. Her confidence did not waiver in this department. She refused to allow anything Mike said to her in this moment get to her, even if he looked handsome in his black suit and blue shirt.

"So you here with anyone? Or you still flying your single flag high?" He asked and crossed his arm awaiting her response with the smuggest of looks on his face. Damn! She used to love this guy, what a jerk he turned out to be! He had asked the very question she was dreading all night, she had rehearsed her single speech before she got here, something about not needing a man and still finding out who she was. It sounded like hogwash now and she couldn't even recall the order of it.

"I..um.."

"Baby! There you are! You left your drink at the bar. I was looking all over for you." the blue eyed hunk from the bar appeared at her side and placed his hand on her back with a kiss to her temple. She was too shock to respond. How did he find her? How did he know?

"I'm no Denzel Washington but hopefully a Rick Grimes would do" his voice alone had her curious. He had heard her foolish wish at the bar. She was so embarrassed. She was about to reject his offer seeing that she didn't know how from Adam but the sheer look of shock on Mike's face made her change her mind faster than she could say I'm still single.

"Thanks babe!" she held her hand out to him and he took it with the biggest grin. She called on her best acting skills and conjured up a bright smile for Mike. She leaned into this Rick Grimes who smelled like a mixture of outdoors and body wash and something Hugo Boss-ish and introduced the two men.

"Mike this is my boyfriend Rick. Rick this is Mike. Honey this is my ex who I was telling you about" she said. The two men eyed each other briefly and exchanged a firm handshake. Mike looked like he had been slapped right in the face. Michonne could tell that her ex thought she was single and was ready to gloat about it. Sometime during and after their break up Mike had become somewhat bitter towards her. Maybe even a little bit indifferent and she didn't know why.

"Ah yes Mike. Listen I'm not sure how or why you gave up this woman….but thank you. I knew my life was gonna change the day I met her" Rick Grimes said with a smirk of his own, if only his pretend girlfriend knew he was talking the truth. He gazed at her with a look of complete adoration. Michonne smiled. Good Lord. He was really selling it and Mike was buying everything with a hot dollar!

Michonne was elated. She would deal with the consequences of her actions later. For now she would relish in the look on Mike's face. She snuggled up closer to Rick, whose accent was thick and rich and oozed sexiness just as much as his captivating blue eyes did.

"Well um.. ok. You guys..um..enjoy the night….Michonne maybe we can talk about things soon." Mike said in an effort to pull some rank over the southern charmer who currently had Michonne looking at him like he had hung the sun for her.

"I really don't think that's a good idea Mike. Congrats on your engagement" Rick said then turned to Michonne. "C'mon sweetheart I rented us a room in the Hotel. I know you've had a long day." he kissed her cheek this time and she momentarily forgot, forgot that this man wasn't hers. Forgot that he was just a dream, conjured up from a half hearted wish that had somehow been granted. She was given a reprieve from having to face Mike and have him throw her singleness in her face. She glanced back at Mike who had stormed off with an open jaw and a hasty walk.

Mission accomplished.

She straightened herself and looked at the gorgeous man next to her and smiled genuinely.

"Thank you but...how did -?"

"I saw you at the bar, saw you gulp down half of your gin and tonic. Heard your Denzel wish after you saw that kiss. By the time I looked back you were gone but your drink was still there. So I came to find you to return it and there you were with him, with the most uncomfortable look on your face. I thought I'd step in. I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries. But a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be….unaccompanied." The truth was in his eyes and she did her best to hold onto the first set of honesty she had from a guy in a long time.

"No. I appreciate it. I do. Thank you. That was very kind. Rick Grimes right?" she said. "You're not from around here? New in town? she continued as he guided them to one of the restaurant tables. The purple table cloths and white lantern centerpieces brightening up the entire Ballroom.

"Yeah I am actually, I just moved here from King County. A friend of mine, Daryl Dixon told me to meet him up here and he'd show me around town." he finally told her.

"Daryl Dixon is your friend? What a small world. Daryl and I went College together. It's a whole big group of us. He's coming here in a bit. Which is basically why I had to show up tonight." Maybe they were going to meet eventually, she thought.

"No way! What's your name? I mean if we're dating now I should know your name right?" This woman had no idea how much he was captivated by her beauty. Her skin was smooth and dark like the richest chocolate, her well toned legsa went on for days and she had the sexiest figure he had seen on a woman. Her eyes were bright and expressive and the perfect shade of hickory brown.

"Oh right. My name. It's Michonne." she answered comfortably.

"God. Even your name sounds like a dream" he responded. She blushed, and she couldn't remember the last time she blushed from a real, honest to goodness compliment given to her by a man.

"I hope you know by the time Mike gets back to his table everyone in the room is gonna think you're really my boyfriend and that's where the trouble begins." She eyed him mischievously. His whole body had shifted to face her and she felt like he was focused on her alone. He was giving her all of his attention.

"I really can't see why that's going to be a bad thing Michonne"

Something about the way he said her name, like she was an answer to a deep rooted question he had all of his life. Like a medicine that soothed over a sick heart. Like she had finally come home to someone. Her stomach clenched and her heart was picking up its pace.

"What do you do for a living Rick?' she asked, taking another sip of the drink he had brought back for her.

"I'm a cop. Recently transferred to the Unit here to pick up a new post."

"You single? Do you go around expensive Hotels rescuing single women from their exes?" She asked with a grin. His laugh was rich and caressed her with a calmness she hadn't felt before.

"I am single. And no I don't do this. Period. There was just something about your face when I saw you looking so sad and I just needed to make it all better. Even if for a moment." He was not shy about taking her all in. He wasn't shy about looking at her like he had been looking for her his whole life.

She took a minute to take the night's events all in, she wondered why a complete stranger would step in to help her save face like that. Staring at Rick Grimes she couldn't help but believe him. He seemed like a genuine guy, the kind of man that just helped other people.

He was a cop, that was telling of his nature.

"I think your ex is staring us down. If looks could kill I'd be a dead man right now" he said through closed lips.

Michonne laughed and said "What do you say we give him a real show then" there was a hint of wildness in her eyes and he was craving more. He wanted, no needed to get to know this Michonne.

"What did you have in mind Michonne?" Rick asked, although he already knew what she wanted to do.

Their lips touched like if they had kissed before. She gave his tongue access to her mouth right away and he brought his hand up and palmed her soft cheek. She took a deep breath not willing to let him go for a second. He kissed her like he knew her, like he had done it a million times. Like he loved her. His tongue and lips paid homage to her mouth and he released a slight groan. Her full lips absorbed him, and his mind strayed momentarily. If he didn't control himself this could get serious fast. He held her neck and pecked her lips twice in an attempt to end the kiss of all kisses. He had never experienced such intense osculation in his life.

"Wow." he breathed out as he allowed their foreheads to touch, he didn't want to be out of her orbit just yet.

"Is he still staring?" Michonne asked softly, trying to tone down her excitement at being kissed by her Knight in Cowboy Boots.

"I think everybody in this room is staring." It was the truth, but now he wanted her all to himself.

"The wedding is next weekend. What am I going to say when I show up without you Rick?" she made a weak attempt at a joke.

"Who said you're showing up without me?" he was serious as a heart attack.