Hello guys, first and for most thank you for stopping by and checking me out. :) I am a true Richonne shipper, so most of my stories will have them with the other TWD characters mixed in. This is my first fanfic so please give me reviews. I will read them.

P.S. There is a lot of foul language and future smut so proceed with caution. This story is a slow burn, bear with me. Enjoy

Rick walked through the door to the bar to receive therapy from the ordeals he had faced within the last week. What he thought was going to be therapy caused more damage. He came here to straighten out his thoughts but he gains chaos. Unable to breathe and move, his eyes glisten over and anger shot through his body, he wanted to rip a hole in the guy's throat. He tried his best to hold his tears back and keep it together, to not fall apart but it was inevitable. Why, Why, Why!? He asked himself. What did I do to disserve this? What did I do? Rick eased out the bar hoping no one saw him. With his head held up he walked to his car, everything is going to be ok, before he can open the driver side door he broke down, his head dropped and the tears poured.

"Rick?"

He looked up at her, looking as beautiful as the day they first met, "Michonne." His eyes held so much pain he felt and his tears were the evidence.

"What are you doing here?" She asked looking back at the bar wondering if he just saw what happened. Her face gave all emotions she felt confused, sad, shocked, hurt and mad. Was he following me? She ask herself. If he did, I'm glad. I hope he saw. But in reality she wanted to run to him hug him and tell him she love him. If someone told her, her life will be in shambles in two weeks she will laugh in their face. But this is her life now full of roller coasters and uncertainty.

"I came to get a drink" bursting her out of her thoughts. "But I could ask you the same thing." He was trying to get himself together by wiping his face not wanting her to know he was crying but it was clear he was broken.

"I came here to meet a friend"

He could not hold it in anymore. His emotions were taking control he tried to press it deep down but he could feel himself boiling over. "I saw you with your friend "in his southern twang "I know we broke up but it hasn't been a fucking week and you with someone" his voice grew an octave higher. "I thought you love me" he said in almost in a whisper, his insecurities pushing through.

"Love. Love! Are we going to talk about love, Now! Huh!" her tone said everything she was frustrated, lost, and hurt. "I can't do this now. I don't have the energy" she turned around and started to walk towards her car. Her eyes started to burn. Not here, don't let him see you like this, stay strong.

"Michonne! Michonne! Stop! I said fucking stop. Damn it!" he commanded.

She continued walking as if he didn't utter a syllable.

Running up behind her he grabbed her arm "I said fucking stop."

She snatched her arm away from him "Don't you ever fucking touch me again" in a stern tone and sharp eyes piercing though Rick.

He looked into her eyes and saw the hurt and pain he caused her. It wasn't supposed to be like this; they suppose to be happy together, planning a future. He missed her awfully. All because of a misunderstanding of that one night, their lives has completely changed. He loved her without a doubt and he knew if he didn't make it right he will never be happy again. "It doesn't suppose to be like this, let me explain. You are not letting me explain" his eyes pleading her to listen.

Michonne turned back around unlocked her door and got in her car. She hurriedly started the ignition and drove off. Rick was left standing in the parking lot wondering how he was going to fix this.


The moment she closed her front door her body felt weak she slid down to the floor and put her knees to her chest. With the emotions still raw her tears gave way. Struggling to get herself together her breathing became irregular it was becoming hard to catch her breath. She was breaking down. It was just a week ago when she was booming with joy. Now it felt like her heart was in pieces and she couldn't put it back together. Love was failing her, she knew she will never be hurt again because she had him. Her walls were put down because of him.

She woke up on her couch not knowing how she got there. Her mouth was dry, her eyes hurt, and her face felt stiff from all the crying. Before she could fully wake she felt severely nauseas. She ran to the bathroom and threw up the chicken wings she had at the bar last night. Perfect I have food poisoning, she said to herself when it rains it pours. She felt more food come up.

Michonne heard her front door open and closed. I swear I locked the door last night. She looked round in the bathroom for a weapon. Throwing all of the toilet paper out of the metal holder she stood ready to swing on anyone until she heard a familiar voice.

"Michonne? Michonne?"

She put the weapon down "I'm…uhhh" she threw up in the toilet again "in here."

She heard the footsteps running to the bathroom. She looked up and saw her best friend Sasha standing in the doorway. "Are you ok?"

"I think I have food poisoning" with her head still in the toilet. "It was those stupid, dumbass people at the bar last night. I knew I shouldn't have eaten there."

"I think you should go to the hospital. You don't look to good" stepping into the bathroom to help comfort her friend. She bent down and put the back of her hand to Michonne forehead.

"Yeah I think so too. I might have cholera because of those dirty ass people in there. You know they probably don't wash their hands."

Sasha smirked and shook her head "you don't have cholera but you might have food poisoning." She took her hand she used to check Michonne forehead up under her arm and pulled Michonne off the floor.

"I need to take a shower. I stink." With her nose scrunched up.

"Ok let me turn the water on for you and then I will get you some clothes." Sasha turned on the shower and left the bathroom closing the door behind her. She walked down the hall to Michonne bedroom and got a pair of sweatpants, t shirt, and undergarments.