A/N: AU prompt from tfry1440 on Tumblr for Rick getting jealous over something really silly. No zombies; except for maybe in the comic books Michonne reads. Just some fluffy fun!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead.

Michonne let out an annoyed screech and then punched her pillow, causing Rick to wake from his light slumber.

"What's wrong?" he asked with half-opened eyes while sitting up in bed and glancing over at his girlfriend of six months.

"Sorry," Michonne offered as she rubbed his bare back gently. "Nothing's wrong. I was just reading my books and it ended on a cliff hanger and now I have to wait for the next issue. But don't worry, baby. Go back to sleep."

She threw him a small, apologetic smile before continuing to gently rub a moment longer. She placed the comic book down on the night stand and switched off the lights. Rick glanced at the alarm clock's glowing face and sighed before sliding back down in the bed.

"It's almost one-thirty," he sighed. "I'm sure you love those comics more than you love me."

"They're comic books, Rick; comics are what you find in the newspaper. And don't be silly; you know I love you both the same," she joked as she nestled closer to him and draped her arm over his waist.

Rick grunted in response.

xXx

"Michonne?" Rick called out from her adjoining bathroom.

"Yeah?" she answered from inside of her bedroom.

"Did you wanna go out somewhere and grab dinner?" he asked, hopeful that she would.

"Ah, can I give it a raincheck?" she asked.

Rick sighed and walked into the bedroom where he found Michonne sitting on her bed with a box of comic books to her left, plastic comic book bags to her right and a number of brightly colored issues spread out over her dark comforter.

"What're you doin'?" he asked as he took in the sight before him.

"Oh, I'm bagging my books," she answered naturally as if he was familiar with that activity.

"Is it gonna take long?" Rick queried, glancing down at his watch.

"Maybe we should order-in…"

"Really? It's gonna take that long?" he asked.

Michonne shrugged.

"I have to catalogue them as well," she explained.

"Catalogue them?" he asked.

"Yes. I need to keep a record so I know if there are any gaps in my collection," Michonne replied.

Rick let out a deep sigh.

"What?" she asked, taking note of his seemingly sour mood. "You know this is my pleasure."

What about our pleasure? He thought, feeling let down.

xXx

The muffled sounds from the car radio hummed quietly in the background as Rick and Michonne were making their way home; he had picked her up from work and both were eager to retire to Rick's place for some much needed time alone. Rick tapped his right hand on the steering wheel and smiled to himself. He could not believe how lucky he had been to have her in his life and he was thankful for her every day since they had me. Michonne was the supportive, loyal and downright amazing girlfriend that Rick never knew he needed. Their time spent together was something he cherished, since they both had very busy work schedules.

Michonne glanced over at Rick and went to speak until she had received a text message.

"Yes," she said under breath before turning to Rick.

"What is it?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes on the road but feeling wholly distracted by her wide, beautiful smile.

"Can we make a quick stop at Mom's Basement?" she asked, looking happy.

"Where?" Rick asked, looking completely confused.

"The comic book shop, Mom's Basement," she offered seriously.

Rick burst into laughter.

"What?" Michonne asked.

"Your favorite comic book store is called 'Mom's Basement'?" he said, wiping a laugh-induced tear from his eye.

"Yeah. Why, what's wrong with that? Would you prefer 'The Android's Dungeon & Baseball Card Shop'," she asked with a smile that soon faded when Rick did not get the reference.

"Darlin', you know I don't even know what that means," Rick said, hoping he was not offending Michonne.

He knew very well that Michonne the fierce, talented, intelligent and successful attorney whom he was in love with, had a passion for pop culture and comic books and was always so excited when a new issue of her favourite books arrived. He did not want to sound like he was devaluing something that was important to her, even though he thought the name of a shop evoked images of geeky teenage boys in the basement of their mother's homes; maybe that was the point, he mused.

Michonne rolled her eyes.

We only just watched an episode of The Simpsons the other night with Comic Book Guy in it, she thought.

"Never mind, let's just get to the Basement," she said as she looked down at her phone and replied to the text message with a smile.

…..

As Rick's car came to a halt, she grabbed her purse and began to exit the vehicle; to her surprise, Rick opened his door and stepped out.

"What're you doing?" she asked.

"I'm goin' with you. Might as well check it out since you love it so much, and I love you so much," he offered beaming at her.

Michonne could not stay annoyed at him for long with his charming ways and nice smile; she grinned back at him, walked around and took him by the hand while they entered the store.

"My birthday's comin' up so you should have a look around," Michonne said as she placed a kiss to Rick's hand and then let go of it so he could explore the shop a little.

He offered her a sweet smile and wandered off to a section of the store that had numerous brightly colored books on display. Rick picked up a number of issues and flicked through, not even sure what he was looking for. He walked along the shelves and read titles, seeing if anything looked familiar or if he could remember Michonne talking about one of them. He recognized Superman and Spider-Man but also found that there seemed to be a multitude of heroes that were not men at all.

Rick picked up a trade paperback and flicked through the pages; the artwork was impressive and very different to what he remembered as a child. Even the language had changed and Rick felt strange about seeing swear words inside of the issue.

I guess heroes cuss too, he mused.

All of a sudden, Rick was draw from his thoughts by the familiar sound of Michonne's sweet laughter. He loved the way she laughed; her giggles sounding like music to his ears. He just needed to turn around and watch how her face would light up when she chortled and he would be content. Rick's gaze found her but also fell on the helpful sales assistant who, much to Rick's chagrin was a really good looking man of around thirty-five who seemingly loved all of the things that Michonne loved. This man was standing next to her on the opposite side of the counter, making her laugh and leaning in way too close for Rick's liking.

Without taking his eyes off of the pair, Rick placed the book back on the shelf and headed in their direction. He stood just in front of them with his hands on his hips, waiting for them to finish their conversation. Michonne looked at him first and then the man followed with his gaze soon thereafter. She stepped forward and looped her arm in Rick's before introducing them.

"Tony, this is my boyfriend Rick. Rick, this is my dealer Tony," she said with a smile.

Tony laughed and extended his hand to Rick.

"Hey, Rick. Don't arrest me, I only deal comic books and fine collectables," Tony joked, causing Michonne to chuckle.

Rick, however, only offered a small smile as he took Tony's hand and shook it.

He ain't that funny, he thought.

"Keep everything above board, and I won't have to," Rick replied with a wry smirk.

Tony made his way back behind the counter and squatted down to retrieve a parcel. He placed it down near the cash register and removed the pink sticky note with Michonne's name written on it.

"I packaged 'em but didn't have time to ring it all up for you," he offered apologetically.

Michonne let go of Rick and stepped forward.

"That's okay. We have time, right babe?" she asked of Rick.

He wanted to say that they did not, but nodded in agreement.

Rick listened as Michonne and Tony spoke excitedly about the new adventures their favorites were having and how they were enjoying them so. Rick felt like a third wheel as he had nothing to contribute to the conversation. He rifled through a few items on the counter and then squinted and looked around at various t-shirts and figurines adorning the walls and shelves. His attention was brought back to Michonne and Tony as she laughed particularly loudly and proceeded to give the man a playful shove; he responded by covering his heart with his hand as they both continued to laugh.

Rick cleared his throat and pulled his phone from his pocket.

"Almost done there?" he asked, annoyed by their familiarity while checking the time.

Michonne turned to look at him with a smile.

"Almost," she replied as Tony let her know how much she owed.

"How long do y'all stay open?" Rick asked as it was almost eight-thirty.

"Usually eight o'clock, but I know Mich likes to have her books right away so I stayed back a bit," Tony said with a smile.

Mich? Thought Rick as he tried really hard not to roll his eyes.

"That's awful nice o' you," Rick offered as he stepped forward and held his hands out towards the stack of comic books Michonne was holding. "Here, Mich; let me get those for ya."

She handed them over and gave Rick a strange look; he was acting rather oddly and never, ever shortened her name.

"Thanks," she said as she placed her change in her purse.

"So I'll see you on Sunday then?" Tony asked of Michonne.

She nodded and Rick tilted his head to the side.

"Oh yeah, wouldn't miss it. Did I need to bring anything or…?"

"No, no. It's fine. I have your number so I'll text you anyways," Tony said beaming.

Rick pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Awesome. Thanks again for this and I'll see you on Sunday," said Michonne as she took hold of Rick's hand once more.

"Sweet. See you then. Nice to meet you, Rick," said Tony.

"Yeah," Rick nodded. "You too."

Once they were back in the car, Michonne could not wait as she opened up the package; she retrieved a dark covered trade paperback, flicked quickly through it and then turned to the back cover to read it.

"This is so awesome. Tony's been telling me to get it for months now," she exclaimed.

Rick put the key in the ignition but did not start the car.

"Where are y'all goin' on Sunday?" he asked flatly.

"Uh?" said Michonne, engrossed in her new gem.

"On Sunday, you and Tony; where are y'all goin'? Sounds like a date or somethin'," he said, looking sideways at her.

Michonne scrunched her face up and then glanced at Rick.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

Rick shrugged.

"What's the plan for Sunday, Mich?" he asked sardonically.

She rolled her eyes.

"Don't do that," she said. "And it's nothing you'd be interested in anyways."

Rick sighed. He could feel a disagreement coming on.

"Try me," he said.

"It's just our monthly comic book club; you wouldn't like it. It's just a bunch of us fangirling over our faves. Just a bunch of geeks who should spend their time and money on better things. You'd hate it. No big deal. Come on, let's get going," she said almost sadly as she put her book back into the paper bag.

Rick took note of how crestfallen Michonne seemed now. He started the car up and they went on their way. The drive back to his place was almost silent save for the radio playing songs Rick was not familiar with. When they arrived, he glanced over at his love; she gathered up her work bag and the items she had purchased from Mom's Basement. Before she got out of the car, Rick touched her arm gently.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just tired," she offered.

Rick did not believe her.

"Can anyone go to comic book club?" asked Rick.

Michonne nodded.

"Yes. We allow all comers. Why?"

"I'm gonna go with you," he smiled softly.

"Rick, you don't have to…"

"No, I want to. It's somethin' you enjoy, so I might as well support you," he said.

Michonne gifted him with a wide smile.

"Thank you," she said excitedly. "It's gonna be so much fun."

Rick leaned in and kissed her lips.

A/N: I hope my fellow comic book geeks enjoyed this especially.

More to come!