A/N This story has been sitting in my doc manager since the summer embarrassingly enough. I'm really into the dynamic I've created for these two, it isn't so in your face romantic. I'm trying something new here. Plus my dream Ship is Abe/Michonne so I really wanted to give them a full story.
The Move In
Its seven in the afternoon and the sun was just beginning to set, darkening the city but enchanting the excitement of the night life. Michonne walked across her window showcasing a vast view of the city. With the orange sun on her back, her ears picks up on the various details of the chaotic streets below her. She's used to the noise by now and thinks she works better with it as a backdrop. She kneels down on her living room carpet and arranged her legal briefs for work the next day. She held a glass of wine near her mouth. Swirling it, before she takes a lengthy sip. Her phone starts ringing and she reaches over answering it. "Hello."
"Hey Michonne, it's Abraham-"
"Whats wrong, you sound panicked?"
"Yeah well some pipes exploded in my building and my apartment's flooding, so I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a while?" His gruff voice began to tremor down into a whimper as she placed her glass down and surveyed her spacious yet lonely apartment. "I wouldn't bother you like this but you're in close range." He continues, as he worries about imposing on her.
She ran a hand through her dreads in thought before listening to some men cursing at Abraham in the background amongst the flow of rushing water. "Fine, but-"
"Thanks Mich, I got half my stuff packed already and I'll be there in-"
The line went dead and Michonne looked down at her glass with a coy smile. She couldn't believe she'd just invited a human wreaking ball into her apartment. 'Hopefully he's more delicate with other people's things than his own.'
She didn't know when he'd show up, but she wasted no time in clearing out her guest bedroom, straightening the sheets, aligning the decor, and even spaying the linen with lavender scented spritz to give the room a sense of warmth and life. She thought about the mayhem on his end, and wanted to be sure he'd be comfortable at her place.
She'd lived alone for quite awhile and now her mind was going a mile a minute, with things that could and would go wrong. 'It'll only be a short stay... I should probably tone down on the lavender' she thought to herself. Realizing it had been a while since he was at her place, she wondered, if he'd get her street right or remembered her apartment number.
Michonne was startled by a ring then heavy knocks at her door. Walking towards it, she looked out her peephole to see a pensive Andrea standing beside Abraham. As Michonne opened her door, Abraham was assembling his belongings and greet the confused tenant.
Andrea pointed at the red head beside her. "I think this belongs to you-he kept ringing on everyone's doors and calling out for you in the hallway!"
"Sorry Andrea." Michonne said as the blonde nosily analyzed the stares between Abraham and Michonne before walking off with a smirk. Michonne leaned into Abraham once Andrea was out of listening range. "Why didn't you call me back and ask for my apartment number? I could have saved you the trouble of terrorizing my neighbors." She scolded the man as Andrea watched them from afar. Her and the blonde rarely talked, but knowing that Michonne had such a boisterous male friend over would probably spread around the building like wild fire. This was just what someone as private as Michonne needed, Andrea in her business.
"I was working my way up to your door and maybe I just wanted to meet the neighbors-"
"Or you were lost and it slipped your mind to call me."
His pressed his moth together in thought, looking the smaller woman over. She was dressed casually in a white t-shirt and floral printed pajama shorts, with some socks. "Is it me of did you get... smaller since that last time I saw yah... Mich."
She finally craned her head up to look at him and his arrogant little smile that was framed by his bright red handlebar mustache. The most annoying thing he constantly does is pick her up, so she gives him a look that has him rethinking any swift actions.
She stepped aside to let him pass before placing a hand on his broad chest, ignoring the flexing of his muscles at the sudden grace of her touch.
"Don't go lumbering around with those bags in my apartment, leave them by the door and sort through them later... the things in here are worth more than your life-"
"Don't worry, I wont hurt your nick-nacks Mich-"
"Call me that again and I'll make you sleep on the welcome mat-"
"Maybe I should, it'll give your guests a friendly face to look at before they have to met you."
Michonne jerked her head around in offense, but swallowed her pride and let it go, she is to preoccupied with work to be bickering with him most of the night. She went outside to grab the rest of his luggage before he met her halfway and carried it in for her.
"Don't worry babe, I got it-"
"Don't call me Babe."
"Can't call yah Mich, can't call you my babe, what can I call you?"
"My name!" She said in exasperation, as if the answer was so obvious. "You shouldn't aggravate someone who's giving you free food, water, and shelter."
He looked at her with a blank look in his eyes. "So... when did you become the government?"
"Abe." She warned him with a forced smile as he bent down to her level. "Babe?"
"Don't make me have to kick you out before you're even inside yet... "
"I bet you say that to all the cute guys-ok, ok sorry."
Abraham and Michonne had meet years ago at a wedding, her best friend was marrying his. They exchanged small talk, she informed him that she was a lawyer and he boasted about being an architecture. He was smart, friendly, and had the kindest blue eyes, traits he still had today. And despite the fact that she lived in New York and he resided in Atlanta, they'd put up an effort to keep in touch. They talked over the phone, even came to visit each other but his move to the city made connecting much easier. The two started to make more plans and even more excuses to see each other.
The increasing amount of time spent together wasn't alarming to either of them. She summed it up to him being new to the city and in need of a familiar face, and knowing Michonne he only assumed she needed someone she could take trips down memory lane with and laugh. And he loved whenever he got a good laugh out of her, he'd meanly joke about 'chipping away at her iciness.' There interactions could have been seen as subconsciously dating, if there relationship wasn't so immature and non romantic.
Abraham went into the guest bedroom and instantly smelled the sent of lavender, he smiles to himself then smirks, "ah, just like her."
After his shower he changed into some jeans an a t-shirt and saw Michonne packing away her documents from the living room table. The door bell rings and Abraham shouts, "I'll get it" while Michonne's hands are full lugging her legal briefs into her bedroom.
A few moments later the two friends are seated around the kitchen table, filling their equally aching stomachs with hot pizza. Michonne decided she should suggest a simple rule or two, and what better time to do it then now when he has a mouth food of pizza and couldn't possibly argue as much. "So I think we need to make a few ground rules...obviously knock first before entering my bedroom, or the bathroom, and don't leave the toilet seat up."
"The closet counts as a room, do I have to knock on that too?" His voice riddled with a playful sauce.
She appeared unbothered and shrugged her shoulders with a casual response. "I have a walk in closet so..."
"How the hell do you have a walk in closet but one bathroom?"
"Well I had two bathrooms but I knocked one down to expand my closet."
Abraham looks at her like she's crazy then shakes his head in confusion. "Why?"
"Its my apartment I can do whatever I want."
"How much room do you need for the little articles of clothing you normally wear."
"I guess an additional bathroom size." She munches down on another slice of pizza.
"And on another note I don't even leave the seat up. That's just an urban legend women tell each other when their mad at men."
Michonne looks over at him. "You just used the bathroom...so tell me, if I go in there the seat wont be up right?"
"..."
Michonne gets up from the table as Abraham runs after her. "Its just one time I wont do it again."
