A/N: Here'a a short ficlet I posted on my Tumblr page. I may update it when I have some free time.

After a long morning of checking on the guards on post at the gate, reviewing the armory's inventory with Tara and inspecting the progress of Tobin's crew on the new wall supports Michonne felt as if she should call it a day a little earlier than usual. She had twice her regular workload since Rick was away at the Hilltop for the past week and a half doing gun training. The people at Hilltop were trained with bows and arrows, however Rick felt like it would be best for them to know how to shoot guns as well. This war with the Saviors was drawing near and the Hilltop, Alexandria, nor the Kingdom could bear any missteps. Maggie would have done it but she just had the baby and it was doctor's orders for her to take it easy, unlike how she operated during the pregnancy.

Michonne let the warm water cascade down her body, washing away the large suds that coated her. A shower is just what she needed to relax, which she was finding harder and harder to do nowadays. Michonne knew fighting the Saviors was inevitable, yet she could not fathom losing anyone else, and Rick being gone from the house, even for the short amount of time it was, had her all kinds of anxious. She had not been separated from him this long since . . . well since the prison. Once they agreed to reorder things together, they had been stuck at the hip.

Michonne turned off the shower head and grabbed her towel to dry off. She then stepped out and put on her blue cotton robe, tying it closed at the front so that she could carry on with her after-shower routine. The bun atop her head flopped around as she swiveled her head singing in the bathroom mirror. Her notes became muffled as she stuck her toothbrush in her mouth. She lowered her head to spit out the spearmint and baking soda flavored paste into the sink and almost jumped when she saw a figure in the mirror behind her.

Michonne spun around clutching her racing heart, "Rick, I thought you had another two days at Hilltop?" Her husband stood before her in worn black jeans and a tight brown shirt. Matter of fact, it was her favorite brown shirt as it shown his arm and chest muscles teasingly. Her eyes then locked in on his lips, pink and soft, a stark contrast to the grey scruffy beard encasing them. He had been so busy that it had become neglected, growing into a wild mass. Contrary to what she told him years ago, it didn't bother her, the beard was downright sexy. If only others known the places it had been.

From where he stood, a hand tucked in his belt, he answered tilting his head slightly, "I did. Jesus learns fast. They'll manage." He crept towards her with his bowlegged gait, his boots thudding against the linoleum tile. "I missed you." His tongue crept out to moisturize his bottom lip. Damn, she was unsure if the moisture trickling down her legs was from the shower or her own bodily fluids.

Regardless, she stood planted in her position, her eyes flickered to his kind blue eyes. With every second they started to turn, a heat of desire dawning them. "I missed you too." Her voice came out so low that only he could hear.

"Where's Carl?" He was hovering in her personal space, therefore she backed up, knowing that with these line of questions he was mere seconds from wrecking her insides.

"At Tara's house with Judith," Michonne answered, ceasing to break eye contact. Rick reached forward to pull at her robe's ties, but she protested, "Baby you're dirty and I just took a shower." The heel of her foot bumped the wall behind her, yet he continued pacing forward, pinning her body against it with his own. A grin lifted the corner of his lip, "That's okay, I'll lick you clean."

"Rick" she gasped. Without warning he hoisted Michonne around his waist, swiftly carrying her to their bedroom.

Fun Fact: This ficlet was super close to being titled "Daddy's Home" (cues Usher singing) but I'm trying to change my corny ways lol