Wrap

Rick ascended the front porch steps, exhausted from the day. He'd pulled a double shift and fatigue covered his face. Slowly, he settled his tired body at the top of the stairs and began to loosen his tie. His large hands rubbed at his eyes as the screen door screeched into the dark. She didn't pry or accost him with questions about his day. Instead she sat close, draping their shoulders with a blanket. A cold beer and smile appeared and he gladly accepted both before wrapping his free hand around Michonne's waist; her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

Chill

Michonne wasn't sure if it was the cold air seeping through the tiny crevices of the tent or the departure of Rick's lips from her skin that caused a chill to rush down her spine. What she was sure of and thoroughly enjoyed was the taste of his mouth, his roaming hands and the naughty whispers he bestowed upon her. The heat of his breath on her shoulder was a welcome to the otherwise cold night as she lay on her back, accepting the ache of his body joining hers while he spoke those three telling words: I love you.

Blazing

Flickers of combustible fireflies floated above the blazing fire, the sight one Michonne thought she'd never witness in a house ever again. She sat quietly on her knees, savoring the last bite of fish from the meal she prepared for Rick and herself. He returned with two glasses and sat close, his legs encompassing her body like the sea to a shore. Without withdrawing his eyes from the fireplace, Rick offered her a drink. She gladly accepted, staring at Rick's profile, all aglow. "I know," she whispered. "Yeah," he returned. "This is a dream, right?" She replied, "Maybe... maybe not."

Frigid

She changed what seemed like overnight and her once frigid demeanor towards the baby did not go unnoticed by Rick. He often pondered why she was so reluctant to hold his daughter. Did it have something to do with him? He sincerely hoped not. But as of late, it appeared her hard exterior was dissolving and a glimpse of who she was before the world descended into this existence arose to the surface. Icy blue eyes peered through the bars of his cell as gurgles and giggles erupted from both Judith and Michonne, his own heart melting at the sight.

Icy

He worked in the garden one morning, mostly to keep his mind preoccupied and not focused on her. A whistle rang through the brisk morning air, greeting his ears. He leaped from where he knelt and quickly ran to grant her entrance. Michonne made her way towards Rick but her smile was met by an icy blue stare. Rick moved in closer and she gazed beyond the trees, defensive. He grimaced as she retreated. When she was away he grew concerned. He always worried about her because truthfully, he'd come to love her. More than he'd even admit to himself.

A/N: The drabble prompt words are from the Winter Prompt Table posted on the Richonne Fics tumblr blog. Let me know what you think!