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A/N: I decided to extend on a 100 word drabble 'Rough' because MichonneGalaxy convinced me to! One-shot ficlet. Enjoy!

Word count: 1,412 (I went over the 1,000 word limit again so posting this on its own).

Rick and company were at yet another boring party thrown by another resident of the Alexandria Safe-Zone. These gathering seemed to occur more often than the newcomers had realized. As always, Rick was at the centre of a lot of the attention, though he did not relish in it, because of Judith. It had indeed been some time since the residents there had seen a baby, and most of the women were quick to be at Rick's side making small talk and fussing over his small daughter. Rick, holding on strongly to a semblance of his southern charm and manners obliged them as they droned on about one thing or another.

This evening, however, Judith was home being taken care of by Carl, giving Rick and Michonne the opportunity to relax more and enjoy the festivities. Rick, it seems was still receiving attention from the females who went out of their way to ignore Michonne who was by his side. She was not including in the conversations and not one of the women who was standing there bothered to ask how she was liking the get-together. If Rick noticed, he did not say anything. This heightened Michonne's irritated demeanour. After what felt like a year of listening to one particular blonde woman speak about her obsolete art projects, Michonne excused herself and walked away; she did not see Rick's gaze follow her questioningly.

…..

The evening wore on while Michonne, seated on a chair near a corner on her own, nursed her drink and observed the room; the guests seemed to be in good spirits as the alcohol kept flowing. Her eyes fell on her friends; Carol was busy floating around the room making small talk; Abraham was being boisterous as Rosita tried to get him to be quiet and Tara watched on amused; Glenn and Maggie spoke to another couple; and Rick stood talking to Aaron. Michonne now wished she had done the same as Daryl and just stayed home as she sighed and sipped her drink once more. Soon, the woman who was talking about her owl art sculptures returned with another drink for Rick. He offered her a small smile and nodded in thanks. Michonne felt her face grow warm as she continued to watch their exchange now that Aaron had left them alone.

The woman burst out with laughter at something that Rick said; throwing her head back, mouth wide open and laughing thickly. This display caused Michonne to roll her eyes.

He's not even that funny, she thought wryly.

Suddenly, Rick glanced over at Michonne as if he could feel her eyes upon him. Their gazes met but she then looked away; she seemed annoyed with him, he thought. She did not even understand herself why she was annoyed; she had been the one who was the most vocal about wanting that place. Now, as she sat at yet another party and watched Rick of all people being blasé with the people she knew he did not trust, Michonne felt as if she were suffocating. She really was having a rough time getting used to the new people. She drank the last of her wine, filled her glass and proceeded to make her way out to the backyard.

…..

Michonne stood out on the back porch and stared up into the night sky. It was not often that she had the time or opportunity to admire the beauty of the heavens anymore. She drank from her glass and sighed; she would be happy to retire back at their house as she was feeling unusually sour considering it was a festive time. She heard the door open behind her and she then sighed again quite loudly, not in any mood to chat to whomever had made their way out.

"Had enough already?" someone asked in a slow, southern drawl; it was Rick.

"Maybe," she answered without looking as she stepped out into the backyard. "Not that anyone cares."

Rick could tell she was in a mood as he followed her down the small cobblestone garden path.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" he queried.

Michonne walked towards a large birch tree, ran her hand over the bark before turning to face Rick; she pressed her back to the tree and looked at him.

"I don't know. It's nothing. I can't explain," she said while kicking up the grass with the toe of her shoe.

"You're done takin' breaks?" Rick asked knowingly as he stepped closer to her.

Michonne shrugged.

"Maybe. I'm just over these parties and these people. I-I'm just, done," she said. "But don't worry about me, go back into the party. I'm sure a few of those civvy housewives are missin' you."

Rick let out a chortle; if he did not know any better, he would have thought Michonne was annoyed at him for talking to other women. It was something akin to jealously, he mused; something that he was familiar with. He often felt his stomach twist with ire if he saw any man speaking with Michonne; leaning too close to her; or watching her backside in her tightfitting jeans.

"Now why would you say somethin' like that?" he asked amusedly, stepping closer still.

Michonne rolled her eyes and finished off her drink as she held the empty glass out to Rick. He took it from her, allowing his fingers to brush hers in the exchange.

"Because it's true," she answered, the alcohol in her system causing her to feel inhibited in her exchange with Rick.

Rick sighed.

"Well maybe I wanna be out here with you," he said softly as the distance between them closed.

"Yeah, okay," Michonne scoffed as she tried to draw her gaze away from Rick's.

Rick tossed her empty glass to the ground and then brought his hand to her face; he traced his thumb lightly over her lips. Michonne immediately felt a pulsing between her legs.

"You don't believe me? Don't believe what I'm sayin'?" he whispered, tilting his head to the side.

Michonne shrugged in response

"No," she said, the depth of her tone betraying her.

Rick searched her eyes with his own hungry ones before offering her a self-assured smile.

"Maybe I should show you then," he said before bringing his face close to Michonne's.

When she did not pull away, Rick pressed his mouth to hers roughly before pressing her against the tree. Michonne opened her mouth and met his kiss with equal fervour as she threw her arms over Rick's shoulder. His hand quickly travelled up under her dress and between her thighs; he rubbed her over her undergarments as she moaned. The delicious sounds set him hard. She made quick work of freeing Rick's cock from his jeans. He lifted Michonne and she quickly wrapped her legs around him; he tore her panties from her and then slid his hardness into her hot, moist centre.

Sweat ran down the side of Rick's face while he relentlessly drove his length inside of Michonne again and again. She was pinned against the rough bark of the tree though it didn't bother her; her focus was on the way that Rick's keen thrusts hit her spot. Her legs wrapped about his waist and his hand covered her mouth to stifle sounds each thrust provoked.

At that moment, neither Rick nor Michonne cared if someone came out into the back yard and found them. Her eyes rolled shut as she was brought closer to her apex. She bit down hard on his hand, causing him to remove it. Rick then suppressed Michonne's moans with his lips and tongue before drawing away and allowing her to whisper his name as he whimpered in delight.

…..

The woman who was speaking to Rick about her owl art was looking for him everywhere to continue their conversation when Abraham told her he had stepped outside. She made her way to the back door and then stopped when she caught the sight of Rick's pale backside; she then noticed that he was between someone's legs thrusting away. Her face grew warm as she realized what they were doing. Envy rose inside of her when it dawned on her that Rick and Michonne were together and so enraptured by desire for each other that they could not wait to return home before having one another. Disappointed, she walked away just as Rick and Michonne both climaxed and professed their affection under the pale moonlight.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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