Hey there, alright I did something. I decided to create a space for my one shot, or two shots depends on the mood. I called it soberly : " Short stories " in french . Here's the first chapter, I wanted to write something about the aftermath of Carl's assault, but this time it's not Daryl but Michonne who comes talk to Rick, because it's what he deserves and WE deserve. Sorry for the mistakes.
Please share your thoughts, it will help me do better. HUGE thank you to my beta blackgirlfairy, seriously guys this woman is incredible, go take a look at her stories and thank me later. This one is dedicated to my Tumblr bestie : titaneos. I love you and don't deserve you my dear friends.
And don't worry I'm still working on Bad & Boujee. Chapter 7 & 8 are on my amazing beta. So coming soon. In the meantime, I hope you will enjoy this one.
Histoire 1
THE BEAST INSIDE :
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
He'd been seated on the cold floor for over a hour, too stuck in his own head, he'd lost track of the time. Adrenaline was still flowing through his shaking body, his breaths were heavy and short, he couldn't feel anything but a damaging fury that refused to calm. Rick didn't even take the time to wipe the warm blood from his face, some of it dripping down his neck, making him look completely crazy. He didn't care though. The events from earlier kept replaying in his mind, it was like a scratched record replaying the same song over and over again.
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale.
Everytime he closed his weary eyes, he saw it. The stranger pushing his heavy body onto his skinny, frail boy, the man's disgusting hands roaming over all him. He could hear it. His loud laugh, enjoying each minute of his horrendous act. He could feel it. This immense rage taking over him after witnessing the unspeakable horror. Carl's screams and pleas piercing the silent night.
Rick needed to do something, anything, to save his son. Carl was one of the only reasons he kept fighting in the fucked up new world they lived in. Even if they were outnumbered and defenseless in the face of those armed men, he had to do something.
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
It was who he was now, it was what the apocalypse had made of him. Rick, the respected sheriff's deputy, the one who could barely bare the thought to kill the living, was long gone. Now, sitting amongst dirty and leaves in the cold, dark night, was Rick the monster. Though, If he was being honest with himself, Rick had always been inhabited by that particular darkness. It had just been dormant, waiting for when the moment arose to take out his anger on anyone who dared to get too close. Much like it had when he fought Tyrese.
I'm not the good guy anymore, he reminded telling Shane, his best friend, one of the first to become collateral damage in the dangerous new world. After that, Rick thought he had reached his limit, that he couldn't be broken anymore than he already had. He'd been damn wrong. How much more could he take? How many times did he have to cross the boundaries of his humanity?
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
He could still taste the flesh of Joe's neck on his lips. He re-lived the scene in slow motion as if time had frozen. When he bore his teeth into his opponent neck, nothing existed but an urgency to take care of Carl, protect him like he had since he was born.
In the aftermath, Carl looked at him like he couldn't recognize his father. The man who'd taught him to tell the good from the bad. But Rick couldn't see what good was left in this dead eating living world? Carl watched his father transform into a brutal beast in mere moments, Just as Rick couldn't stop stabbing the man, Carl couldn't stop looking.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Rick felt her before he saw her. He recognized the graceful way she carried herself, she was as stealthy as a cat, taking care to mind her every move. Michonne approached him cautiously, outfitted with a cloth and a bottle of water she'd found in the dead mens belongings. Rick's face could be seen in the light coming from the moon, his jaw was tightened, his glassy eyes staring off into space. He was in his own world, Michonne wondered if he even registered her presence as she kneeled in front of him.
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
"You should clean yourself up," her soothing voice advised him. In spite of what had just happened, her tone was still calm. It was one of the many things Rick admired about Michonne, how she never let her emotions get the best of her. She was a smart woman, a true survivor, no damsel in distress. Quite the opposite actually, she'd saved his life more times than he could count. "Carl doesn't need to see you like this."
She'd only left the young boy when she was sure he was asleep. Michonne had tried to comfort him the best she could, but what words were strong enough to help someone going through what he had just through? It was unfair, Carl was a incredible kid who'd already suffered more than any kid should have. And through it all, he remained a good person. Michonne's love for him was growing with each passing day. Where words failed, Michonne just sat with him, saying nothing, stroking his head in her lap until he found his peace and a much deserved rest. Daryl promised to keep a eye on him while she went looking for Rick.
Michonne put some water on the cloth when she didn't see him move. She started wiping the fresh blood from his salt and pepper beard. His somber blue eyes were laser focused on her face. His intense gaze followed each feature of her beautiful visage, Rick was trying to gauge her, but she was unreadable. If she was afraid or disgusted she did a good job at hiding it. Her hand came to rest on his cheek, Rick reached up to take hold of it.
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
"You should sleep," He simply said, his voice deep and throaty. "You shouldn't be here,with me. " It pained him to say those words, he loved Michonne's company, she was a light amidst the many shadows that existed in the new world. She knew how to make him smile, laugh even. In her, he found a best friend. He had wanted to tell her it wasn't only Carl who needed her, but him too. He was afraid of frightening her though. That was the reason why he didn't want her to see him in his current state. He wanted her to be forced to take care of him even less.
She gently shoved his hand away and keep pouring more water, his face was almost clear, making him look less like the monster she knew he wasn't.
"I can't sleep," she replied. Michonne paused, looking him straight in his eyes, they always showed his emotions, communicating when his words were lacking. Earlier, she'd seen in them his wrath, but now only fear clouded them.
She had been afraid too, thinking that it was over, that she would soon join Andre, her dead son. But as usual Rick had no plans to go out without fighting. Even with a gun to the back of his head he hadn't backed down. She respected him for it, he'd done what she wished Mike had done for their child.
"You did what you had to do, Rick," she affirmed him. Rick closed his eyes, her gentle touch bringing the comfort he longed. "You're a good man." Her words soothed him even further. Her voice soft but strong, the assurances she made filled him with an ease he didn't feel like he deserved.
When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
He was the best person she'd ever met. A good man burdened by the heavy weight of leadership. A good man haunted by the phantom of all the people he'd lost, even when those loses weren't his fault. A man who could go through hell to protect the people he loved, who would fight until his dying breath.
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
Michonne handed him the water. He swished it around in his mouth, cleaning himself. She didn't move, she couldn't. He needed her and she needed him to not let his doubts crawling inside him . Rick tossed the bottle to his side, their eyes were locked. Michonne felt a strong pull towards him, she forced herself to look away so she wouldn't be drawn too deep into his oceanic eyes. Rick's gaze roamed all over her face before settling on her plump lips, he wondered what they tasted like, how soft they were.
Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truth
She'd appeared in his life in his darkest moment, days after he'd lost his wife and was left with a angry child and a fresh newborn to take care of. Michonne treated his son like her own, succeeding where he was failing, making Carl forget he was growing up in a world that no child should be in. With her he was a normal kid. Laughing, making bets, eating crazy cheese. Rick didn't deserve her, but God, he was grateful to have her by his side.
Michonne was used to Rick's eyes raking up and down her body, sometimes lingering in her backside, but tonight, his gaze held something different, a gravity she'd never seen before. It made her shiver, her body growing warm despite the cold weather.
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
Rick felt the urge to touch her, so, once again he lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. The simple, gentle gesture electrified her, awakening a feeling she hadn't felt for a long time - lust. He put his unoccupied hand, on her other cheek, cupping her face, pulling her head until their foreheads touched, her minty breath caressing his face. He couldn't explain what took hold of him when he placed a shy peck on her cushioned lips. They were softer than what he imagined, and tasted addictively good as he envisioned. He had wanted to do that for so long.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Michonne closed her eyes, the temperature of her body increasing, her sex getting moist and aching for the man who was consuming her with his own wet, pink lips. Their kiss was sloppy, hungrier, her soft moans urged him on. Michonne parted her lips, the first brush of their tongues was firm, wet, and yielding to one another as they kissed under the moon. It had been a long time for both of them, she couldn't think of a better person to share it with though, not a better moment either. They needed to feel something, anything. Being lost in each other helped them forget, just for an instant, that they'd escaped death one more time.
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Michonne broke their heated kiss to catch her breath, immediately missing his closeness. She got rid of her coat, putting it on the leaves and dirt, and laid her tired body on it. Rick's lustful eyes fasted on her, for a moment he was fearful that she'd changed her mind. He would have respected her decision, but he was relieved to see that she was as eager as him to continue when she parted her legs, waiting for him.
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Rick crawled between her legs and trailed sloppy kisses up her neck, biting at her exposed skin.
Michonne's moans grew louder, she was beautifully responsive at his ministrations and completely unafraid to show it. She was at his mercy, praying for her impending release. His gestures were more aggressive and desperate, another kind of beast had been awakened in him. He gripped her full hips, between his lips inflaming her skin and his strong arms, Michonne was deliciously trapped by Rick. She felt his hard dick through his pants and started rolling her hips up towards it.
"Shit," he cursed, his heart racing at the sensation of her lower body grinding him. He needed to stop her before he came in his pants.
They kissed roughly, Michonne bit at his lower lip causing him to groan and his dick to jump with anticipation to be enveloped by her warm pussy.
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
He paused, waiting for Michonne to get rid of her boots, then he helped her take off her pants and the last piece separating him from the promised land. The scent intoxicated him the minute her enticing smell hit his nostrils, he wanted to kiss her lower lips, to taste her, to pump his tongue in her quivering pink entrance. But he knew they needed to connect their bodies before the moment passed.
Michonne reached for his jeans urgently, she fumbled with his belt and threw it at her side. She managed to unbutton him despite the dimmed light. Rick's lustful dark blue eyes surveyed each one of her movements. She was in a rush, her dry spell had lasted ages. Finally, she felt a emotion other than fear well up in her. In the moment, it wasn't about surviving, just living.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Rick's hands wandered slowly from her hips to her naked thighs, goosebumps peppered on her skin under his touch. He groaned when he found her sex already wet, he slided two digits into her dripping center, moving them in and out his thumb massaging her bundle of nerves. Michonne's eyes welled up and whimpers left her lips. He moved her hair to get a better view of her face, the sight of a pleading Michonne, devoured by a violent desire for him, made his veiny length thicken, wanting nothing else than to be where his fingers were.
Rick crashed his swollen lips into hers to prevent her from being too loud. Then he sank into her with a rough, hard thrust. They both felt a release of pent up stress. Michonne was beyond wet and tight, Rick was still for a few moments, he was afraid he wouldn't last long and wanted to enjoy the sensations as much that his body would let him. He needed Michonne to get off first, she deserved it. She deserved everything, the circumstances of their meeting saddened him but he was glad they'd found each other in such sorrowful place.
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Michonne was panting beneath him, her breath hitching and her heart racing, she feel a wave of pleasure consume her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last. Michonne realized suddenly how much she'd missed sex and Rick turned out to be an incredibly good lover, passionate and incredibly skillful. He kissed her like her lips were a glass of ice cold water and he hadn't had a drink in days. He was thirsty, addicted, totally gone. Every inch of her body was on fire, she was drunk in lust and love, ready to be led astray wherever Rick was taking her.
He started thrusting into her, his breath warm against her mouth. His slow thrusts consumed them both in a fiery passion, it was too much. Too good. And yet not enough. She began moving with him, when they found a pleasing rhythm, Michonne put her legs around his waist. His strokes were deeper, her wails stronger.
Rick was lost in the feel of her dripping center suffocating his cock, but he wasn't dreaming. He was balls deep in Michonne. She felt amazing in every way that mattered. He should have know she was more than a friend. More than he realized initially, she helped him, lifted him, pushed him to be better. He could be vulnerable with her, she listened to him, guided him without judging his decisions. Even after they'd lost the prison she hadn't blamed him. And there she was, letting him make love to her holy body.
Michonne put her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly. He sank into her harder and faster. She ran her hands over his curls pulling slightly at them, they were silky and soft. They could never go back to what they'd used to be. Now that she knew how it felt to have him inside her, it wouldn't be possible to live without.
The aroma of their damp sex embalmed the forest, the only sound that could be heard was their synchronized moans. They didn't need to exchange words to comprehend each other, and in the moment their bodies were communicating everything they couldn't say; I trust you, I love you, I need you.
Michonne whimpered, her eyes rolling shut each time he hit her spot, her hot walls tightened around his engorged sex. A glutural, almost animalistic grunt left Rick's lips at the sensation. He kissed her to quiet her screams. And with one last thrust they both came undone, Michonne's orgasm crashing into her, making her whole body shaking with pain and pleasure. Rick withdrew from her just in time, spilling his white sticky seed into his right hand.
"Thank you," Rick managed to say, fighting to calm his breaths, along with Michonne who nodded her head absently. She ignored his thanks, he was the reason they were still alive, he was the one to needed to be thanked.
After washing themselves with the remnants of the water and putting their clothes back on their frigid bodies, Rick and Michonne walked towards the car where Daryl & Carl were resting. They stole glimpse of each other, both of them trying not to get caught staring. Michonne didn't regret what happened, in fact she was ready for it to happen again. Rick felt a little better, as he always did when he was with her. She helped him calm the beast inside. But this time it was different. They were different.
"You're okay?" Rick asked her, stroking her arm.
Michonne smiled. "Yes."
" I'm okay," Rick said, though he was more than okay.
"I know," Michonne replied
"How?"
"Because, I'm okay too."