A/N: So I did a couple drabbles for the Richonne Fics Autumn Challenge. I really liked how the fics turned out so I decided to post them here and start an ongoing drabble series. Hope you enjoy!
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Baking
"You sure you know what you're doing?" Carl eyed the mixture of apple slices and seasoning Michonne was mixing together.
"Well, it's not going to taste like my grandmother's award winning apple pie, but it'll hit the spot."
"But there's no crust." Carl countered.
"Olivia said the pantry is all out of flour so we'll just have to enjoy the filling. That's the best part anyway." She winked at him.
"No way. The crust is what makes the pie a pie." He tried to stick his finger in the bowl for a taste, but Michonne swatted his hand a way.
"Uh uh buddy. First taste goes to Cutie Judy over here." The baby was happily babbling to herself while seated in the high chair. Michonne scooped up a bit of the filling and eased the concoction into Judith's mouth. Her face contorted in shock then she let out a laugh full of pure joy before reaching out for more.
Michonne turned to Carl and playfully punched his shoulder. "Told you it was good."
"What does she know? She can't even talk yet." He slipped around Michonne to stick his finger in the mixture. "Not bad for being crust less," he said as he licked his finger.
"Me and Judy would disagree on the not bad. I think delectable is more fitting."
Carl shrugged. "Maybe. I'll give you my final decision after it's baked," he teased.
Michonne smiled as she spooned more of the filling in Judith's mouth. "Okay, Julia Child."
"Who?" Carl asked.
She ruffled his hair on her way to the oven. "Nevermind, kid."
A smiling Rick leaned against the doorjamb with his legs crossed at the ankles. The cup of coffee in his hand didn't offer nearly the warmth that the scene playing out before him did.