Deaf Ape

Author's Note: This came to me randomly and I couldn't stop thinking about it so I thought to write it. I hope you enjoy this as much I loved writing it. Though, I'm stiff iffy about posting it. Just tell me what you think.

Also, Deaf Ape came by me randomly using some Band Name Generator, if someone already owns it. I apologize. Also the songs that in this fanfic are also made up. I just thought it was funny for this one shot. As always, Explicit Smut, Language, Alternate Universe and the like.

Shoutout to Lyra Verse for helping me with this. It really meant a lot.

Enjoy.

Chapter I

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"This ya Boy Boyd from KCORS! King County's Only Radio Station that keeps it real. Today is a gorgeous day. Have you seen the weather lately? We all thought it was going to rain till Saturday, but it's not. I told the Weather Gods to hear my cry about Deaf Ape. I mean have you heard Deaf Ape? Anyways, four more days till the biggest concert is aired on live TV. I know I'm not the only excited one. The phones are ringing off the hook here. We still have that contest going. Our two hundredth caller wins free tickets to Deaf Ape this Saturday. So, who's it going to be?"

There was a long pause, an inside joke as Boyd took a caller. But that's not Rick was looking for.

He fiddled with the remote in his hands, pushing the forward button. When he paid Noah, better known as Boyd, to get a copy of the tape. He meant just one part, not the whole thing. Though, every time he asked Noah, Boyd, whatever for a favor. The man delivered. He never let him down. Until now.

He pushed play once he was sure he heard her voice.

"Michonne, what an interesting name. You want to know what else is interesting."

The woman on the other line laughed. His heart began to thump wildly in his chest.

"What's that, Boyd?"

"You're our two-hundredth caller. You just won the grand prize...two tickets to see Deaf Ape in concert this Saturday."

The woman gasped, surprised. As if she wasn't expecting it.

"Oh my! I hadn't realized...Wait? Two tickets? Can I just have one? I don't want to hog up Deaf Ape. I've been to every concert. I want to share their music with the world. Going to see them on my birthday is good enough for me."

"Birthday girl you say. This ticket comes with a combo pack. One backstage pass, a signed poster by Rick Grimes himself and I'll even throw in a picture with the whole gang. How's that sound?"

"A man after my own heart. You better stop Boyd. It's my birthday. Surprise me."

Rick fixed himself in his seat, rewinding the tape again, hitting play to start it all over, just right to the point where he could hear her heavenly voice.

Michonne. Her name was Michonne. She sounded relaxed, not like the usual girls that threw themselves at him. Those girls were always in his face, bouncing on their toes, grabbing at him with their freshly manicured hands.

He felt his jeans tighten as he heard her words again. 'Surprise me.' She had the conversation so easily with Noah as if they were life long friends. He was half tempted to ring Noah, ask if he got anything else off of her besides her first name. Not like he'd stalk her with the information. He just wanted to put a face with a name.

"Rick!" Rick jumped from his seat, turning around to face Shane, staring at him. Andrea, their agent was standing beside him. Her arms crossed over her chest. That crazy look in her eyes. He paused the tape, clearing his throat.

"What?" He arched his right brow, eyeing them standing there.

"Do you sign those posters like I asked you too...hours ago? I have to send them out."

Rick shrugged, almost forgetting he was supposed to be doing that. Although, he did sign sixteen yesterday. At their last concert, three years ago, he only signed ten. He thought the six extra was being fair.

Andrea huffed, her lips formed into a tight line. She usually wasn't this uptight, strict. But their concert was in two days. They goofed off the first couple of weeks. They were back in their home town, why did they have to be all business like?

"Rick, I know..."

Shane cleared his throat, stepping further into the doorway, raising his hands. "Look man, you get these done. You don't have to sign anything else. We'll make it simple."

Rick nodded, shrugging only to add. "The after party. How many guests is that?"

Andrea's mood lightened, a small smile slid across her face. She grabbed for her phone, unlocking the screen to dig through her email.

"The band. The two contest winners. Some photographers. It's a locked party. I thought throwing it at Abraham's house would be a good ending. Don't cha think?" She tilted her head back, grinning because of her idea.

Shane placed his hands on his hips, rolling his tongue around his mouth. "Practice for our new song later tonight. Get some rest. You slipped up yesterday."

Rick nodded, tapping the remote against his stubbed chin. "Yeah. Minds not right." He didn't want to tell them why. He didn't want to explain his newest fascination about this Michonne. He didn't understand. He just heard her voice, just once and he grew hard every single time. "But I'll be right for later." He nodded.

"You know I can't stay mad when you talk."

"It's my voice. I can tell you to take off your panties and you'd do it." He told her cockily.

Andrea locked her phone, stuffing it back into her jeans. "I would, but I have Shane for that. Bye now." She threw her head back in laughter, turning on her heel to walk away. Shane saluted him before walking after Andrea. Rick shook his head.

Only he knew about them. Not like they wanted to tell him. He caught them in the studio. Her legs spread, Shane's hips thrusting forward. He shuddered at the memory.

"Oh well." He said out loud as he turned towards the table beside him, rewinding the tape again, just one more time and then he could focus. He was sure. He pushed play, replaced the remote with the pen, slid a poster to him and signed his name.

His jeans twitched as he heard her voice. He couldn't wait to meet her especially since it'd be her birthday. He was already thinking of what to give her.

He was just an impatient man.

;..;

"This is Amy Harrison with KCONS, King Countys Only News Station and I'm sitting next to the two contest winners for Deaf Ape's concert this Saturday. I just want to thank you guys for being here with us. "

Amy wore a pink dress that brought out the color in her eyes, her hair was pinned up by a chop sticks. She wanted to be different today. She felt different. King Countys own, Deaf Ape was coming back to rock their small town out. She was far from ecstatic and the two ladies she was sitting across from seem just as ecstatic, except one. She just leaned in her chair, her legs thrown over the other. She had long dark wavy hair, dark brown eyes. Her huge lips rested into a small smile as she glanced about the small set. She wore a small tank top with Deaf Ape across it's front and small shorts, black biker boots to match. The girl beside her wore all black except for her white jeans. Deaf Ape spread out on both sides.

"Michonne Tate and Tara Chambler. Are you girls ready to rumble?"

Tara nodded her head. She was bouncing in her seat. Her short black hair was pinned up by a black clip that was barely holding on.

"I can't wait to see Daryl up on stage, singing. His voice is raspy, rough. He gets me." Tara almost swooned as she thought of Deaf Ape's lead vocalist.

"You, Michonne? I also hear it's your birthday. Do you think this was a gift blessed by the Gods?" Amy reached for the small cup on the table between them, picking it up to take a small tip of her tea. Holding tightly onto her cards with her other hand.

"I like all of them. They each bring their own ruggedness to the band. The songs. I've never heard Country and Metal combined so fluently. I find Deaf Ape brilliant."

"Oh." Amy mumbled, placing her cup of tea back down, glancing at her cards, swallowing hard. She was never this nervous, but there was something about Michonne. Or maybe she just wasn't used to being around people who weren't bouncing all over the place.

"Understandable. What's your favorite song?" Amy leaned forward, her eyes locked with Tara.

"Goody Two Kitties. It just speaks about sex." Tara nodded her head, a small mischievous smirk on her lips. Amy slowly let her mouth fall. She heard part of the song, but hadn't paid much attention. Deaf Ape's music wasn't her thing, but they were from her hometown so she had to at least act liked she cared. Right?

"Really? I never caught that." She lifted her index finger, rotating it in the air, hoping they got the signal to play the song.

The speaker made a soft sound as it cut on. A loud rift of guitar opened and then the bass followed suit. Maybe she imagined it, Michonne shifted in her seat, tilting her head to listen to the song. Amy shook her head mentally as the song started.

'There just comes a time in a mans life that he needs a little lovin'. Whether it be today or tomorrow, he's gonna get it. Poor thing doesn't know just how easy it is...'

Amy frowned as the song stopped playing. That was their number one song? She shifted in her seat. She couldn't wait till this interview was over.

"And here it comes." She heard Tara shout.

Amy jumped in her seat as she heard the drums. They were loud, booming.

'Give him Goody Two kitties. Just for tonight. Everyone wants a piece of the kitty. Meow here it go. Meow he'll never take it slow. Give him Goody Two kitties. Rough em'. Wet it down. There's enough to all go around.'

Tara jumped out of her seat, shaking her head back and forth as the song continued to play. Her clip fell out of her hair to the floor. She thrusted her arms out, sticking out her tongue.

Michonne laughed, shaking her head at Tara. Her head bobbed to the music.

Amy's cheeks reddened. What had she signed up for?

Tara sung along to the lyrics, thrusting her hips forward, bouncing about on stage.

Amy rotated her finger again. Thanking whoever was controlling that speaker had cut it off.

Tara pouted, bending over to pick up her clip, fixing her hair as she threw herself down to sit.

"It sounds like a pretty good song." Amy started, shuffling through her cards. "Alright, Michonne. Let's talk about you. Wednesday afternoon you were KCORS two hundredth caller, but you didn't take both tickets? Why?"

Michonne let out a quiet sigh, shrugging. "Like I said, I don't want to hog their music. Tara here loves them. If I wasn't the caller, I would have bought the tickets." She replied indifferently.

"Thank you so much, by the way. Michonne. I'm a college student so saving money on the side for things like this. I couldn't do it. Something told me to just call in and I did."

"Of course. I like to help."

She threw one arm up, moving her hand underneath her cheek to hold her head up.

"Wait, Michonne as in Chonne?"

Michonne glanced over her shoulder at Tara. "Yes, that's me."

Amy leaned back into her chair, her eyes flickered between them. Wondering what was new now. She was obviously not prepared for this.

"You have Rick's guns tattooed on you. I remember hearing about it on some web form."

Michonne's lips parted. She bowed her head slightly. "I do. I got it done three years ago." Her head turned to face Amy. "Would you like me to show them? If that's alright."

Amy nodded. She didn't know about this. How did this get by her? "Of course. I'm sure everyone wants to see Rick's guns."

Michonne slid from the chair, grabbed for the hem of her tank, faced the camera and rose it up.

;..;

"Holy fuck. She did it! Andrea are you watching this?" Abraham shouted, jumping from his chair, his beer spilling everywhere as the woman, better known as Michonne rose her shirt to show off her tattoo. They rested on her hips. She then grabbed for her shorts, tugging them slightly down to show off the start of the silver half of them, moving from side to side.

Rick's eyes widen as he leaned forward. Michonne Tate. He finally had a face, a full name, and a voice, but that tattoo. His head titled to the side, staring at the screen in awe. And he thanked the camera man for zooming in on the piece.

Two medium sized Colt Pythons were on the each hip. He knew that gun very well since he used to carry them when they first came out, trying to make something of themselves. Andrea at the time wanted each of them to have their own symbol. He only wore them for three years before he put them up. He had too. Teenagers were running around wanting to be like him or something to that affect.

He noticed she couldn't fully show the entire tattoo. She'd have to take off her shorts. Fuck what he wouldn't pay to see that.

He heard Amy in the background, stammer. "What kind of guns are they?"

Michonne replied quickly, slowly lowering her shirt. Rick's tongue slid across his lips to wet them. He had a sudden urge to trace the outline of the guns with his tongue. His jeans tightened at the imagery. His pink tongue along her chocolate skin.

"Colt Pythons, three fifty seven magnum revolvers. He wore them for their first twos album, Welcome to the Gates of Ape and Ape On. He had to put them away because children wanted to walk around carrying guns like him."

She knew. How did she know that? He hadn't said anything in any of the press releases. Had he? When people asked about it, he always brushed each question off with a joke. Only the group members and Andrea knew why.

"Oh! You sound like a pretty big fan of Deaf Ape." He heard Amy reply in the background. The camera long zoomed out from Michonne to focus on the three women sitting down. Michonne's hand rested on her hip, shrugging carelessly.

She almost seemed like she didn't care to be there, as if she was used to being interviewed. If that was the case, why hadn't he seen her before?

"I think she's crazy." Daryl spoke up from the side of Rick, his feet kicked up on his end table, his legs thrown over the other as he skinned an apple. Glancing up from time to time to stare at the sixty inch TV screen in front of them.

"Crazy?" Rick asked, his brow arched. How did this woman, this beautiful goddess seem crazy?

"She knows about your guns. She knows about our albums. I'm not surprised she..."

"Shhh." Andrea hissed, pulling herself away from the guest list to sit beside Rick, focused on the screen.

"Tara, why don't you tell me what brought you over to Deaf Ape?"

"Daryl. Have you seen his ass in those ripped jeans of his?" Tara wiggled in her seat, pulling on her bottom lip. "Mostly it's their image. They have Abraham, this big redheaded man who beats on drums. Shane, who plays the guitar and unlike the opposite of Rick, who plays the Bass. That man is excellent on that thing. Daryl, the bad boy with the most beautiful sound. They are good friends who just want to rock out."

"Uh huh. You Michonne? Why are you a Deaf Ape fan?"

Rick straightened in his seat. A loud ringing sound broke the silence as he kept his focus on Michonne. She cracked a slow smile, turned her head to face the camera, throwing her leg over the other. "I've been following them since their underground CD, This is How You Ape came out. I've enjoyed their music and have every album on every listening device to prove it. Everyone thinks I like Deaf Ape because of the guys. They are all hot in fact, but...I do mean but. They saved my life."

Amy cleared her throat. Rick focused his complete attention on the TV to look at Michonne. Maybe he was to obsessed with this woman to see what Daryl meant. She might be a little crazy.

"What do you mean they saved your life?"

Michonne tapped her fingers against her thigh. Her lips widen into a huge smile. "Their music. It gives me this really good feeling. It's saved me from yelling at Boss that he was an asshat." She slapped her hand to her mouth to quiet herself.

"You're alright. You can say ass on the air." Amy said, reassuring Michonne.

Michonne nodded, continuing. "It inspired me to go after what I wanted. Look at Tara here. I can obviously see that their music isn't your thing. Tara probably noticed that too, but that didn't stop her from jumping from her seat to dance, to let loose. When you think of these men, see them at a bar. You wouldn't be able to tell that are in a band. I like that. They project themselves as they are."

Amy shifted in her seat. A small smile spreads across her lips. Her eyes narrow slightly as she turns her head to face the camera. "Let us take a quick commercial break and we'll be back."

It faded out before it cut to some wild cat food commercial breaking Rick's attention from the screen. His eyes flickered to Andrea, who sat beside him. She was mumbling under her breath, to Shane who was standing up. He was shifting from foot to foot. Abraham was still drinking that can of beer, his eyes never left the screen. Daryl was on the side of him, he had stopped peeling his apple, lost in thought. This Michonne. This woman had completely stumped them all.

"I still think she's crazy." Daryl was the first one to break the silence, shaking his head to turn his attention back to his half peeled apple.

Shane shrugged, raising from the couch to move, standing next to Shane. "When's practice?"

"Tonight." Abraham replied, bringing his can of beer to his lips to finish it off.

"Good. I want that new song to be ready before the concert. You're going to drop it then."

Rick rolled his eyes. That song. He wrote one tiny little lyric to it. Daryl picked it up. He thought it was something else, saw the lyric, instantly shoved him to continue it. The lyric came to him after he heard Michonne's voice for the umpteenth time. He's only written three songs for the band. Andrea wanted them all to contribute to the albums.

"Fine, Andrea. I'll get to it." Rick pushed himself up from the couch, slapping his hands to his jeans. He might as well call in a favor from Amy. He was going to need that tape.